On a hunter's trail southeast of Tarburg, four cavalry and twelve infantry men ran through the dense forests of the hills towards the border between the mountains and the plains to the southeast. All of them were dressed in tattered clothes, and except for five or six men with leather armor and long swords, most of the rest were armed with iron forks, chains, and clubs, like a group of bandits and robbers gathering in the mountains and forests.

After walking for most of the day, everyone came to a small cave hidden in the dense forest, the entrance of the cave is not large, only three people can walk side by side, the entrance of the cave is covered by miscellaneous trees and green vines, and it is easy to find.

"Lord Art, this is the hiding place we found, I went in and saw it, it is not small, it can accommodate twenty or thirty people. From here, a short walk to the east, the mountain is a north-south avenue. Angus drew his sword and cut the vines at the entrance of the cave, and Art went in to check it out.

"That's it, it's dry and there's something to hide."

"Ron and I'll go to the sentry post, and the rest of us will rest here for a while, waiting for my orders."

…………

On the edge of the western mountains of Swabia, two figures are hiding in the dense forest by a north-south avenue, peeking at an outpost on the road.

Since the early spring of this year, when Swabia had formed a military alliance with Lombardy and established a strategy for the conquest of Burgundy, a number of such outposts had been erected on the southern stretches of the border, mainly to protect the food and baggage destined for the northern frontier, where the army had gathered. Since the tense situation of the war, the Count of Burgundy has shown no signs of sending troops to harass the Swabian border, and the defenders of the outposts have been reduced again and again and transferred to the northern front, so that these outposts have gradually become temporary resting places for passing baggage teams.

"Sir, three days ago, Lord Angus and I counted, and there were only four soldiers and one horse in the outpost. Now there are more people, and it is estimated that the convoy carrying the baggage is resting here. ”

Art stared at the outpost for a long time, the wooden wall of the outpost was only less than ten feet, if there were only four enemy soldiers, Art dared to lead the troops to rush directly to capture it, but now there are baggage convoys stationed at the outpost to rest, if you attack rashly, if the convoy guards and the enemy soldiers of the outpost resist together, it is estimated that a lot of lives will have to be left to take this outpost.

"Ron, have you been sentry before and after? Are there any other manor colonies or outpost towers? ”

Ron recalled, "Half a day's way south, there are no manor strongholds or outpost towers, but about seventeen miles to the north there is a small manor, the one we saw at the foot of the hill four days ago. We've gotten to these places, and we're not going any farther. ”

Art thought for a moment and said, "You go to the south to spy again, and I'll stay here and observe for a while." ”

After Ron left, Art sneaked around the outpost and found out that in addition to the four soldiers, there were about seven or eight baggage coachmen and guards in the outpost.

…………

Early the next morning, Art and a dozen men lay in ambush in the dense forest on the side of the avenue, five miles north of the outpost, where they were sharpening their knives and waiting for the enemy baggage convoy to come out of the outpost.

On the top of the tree, just when everyone thought that the baggage team would not be pulled out today, Jason, who had gone to the sentry, ran back.

Sweating, Jason ran to Art's side and reported, "My lord, the enemy baggage team has come with four wagons full of goods, less than a mile from here, and the convoy has four coachmen, three infantry, and one cavalry. ”

"Everybody ready."

"Sergeant Major, you take Ron and Jason in a moment to intercept the front and back of the avenue to prevent anyone from escaping."

Art took off the horn bow from his back, drew a few heavy arrows and plunged them into the ground in front of him.

On the south side of the avenue, the baggage convoy responsible for transporting a batch of military rations and weapons to the northern border slowly moved forward under the leadership of a baggage officer, this is not the first time he has transported military supplies from this avenue, since the local garrison cleared several large groups of bandits in the mountains half a year ago, this road has been much quieter, at the beginning, the baggage officer also marched cautiously all the way, for fear of being plundered by bandits, but every time he passed by, he was safe, and he relaxed after a long time.

As soon as he turned a prominent hill, a piece of dead wood appeared on the road, and while the baggage officer was still wondering how this dead log had run to the middle of the road, a heavy arrow pierced his heart with a whistling sound.

"Enemy ~ enemy ......" Before the words were spoken, the baggage officer threw himself heavily from the horseback to the ground with a thud, and everyone in the baggage team saw that the leader had fallen off the horse before reacting to the enemy attack, and raised their long swords and short spears to protect the surroundings.

Art had already rushed down from the dense forest with a dozen soldiers and surrounded the baggage convoy.

"Abandon the weapon and don't kill the !!" Atharra bowed and shouted in Swabian with a southern accent to the few guards guarding the convoy.

A leather-armored guard said a few words to the guards and the chauffeur with a short spear, and then led the way in the direction of Arter with a long sword, and as soon as the bowstring in Art's hand loosened, the leather-armored guard received a heavy blow to the head, fell to the ground and convulsed a few times and stopped moving.

"Abandon the weapon and don't kill the !!" Art yelled again.

The remaining two guards and four coachmen saw that the two leaders had been shot and killed in an instant, and that the other side was outnumbered, and that there were three riders coiling not far away, so they had to slowly lower their weapons and kneel on the ground.

"Sergeant Major! Take people around to keep watch. Art said loudly to Angus, who was cruising not far away.

"Otto, send them to me in the woods and tie them to a tree."

"Tuba, drag the wagon and these two bodies into the woods."

After saying this, Art stepped over the corpse of the leather guard, led the horse of the baggage officer to a four-wheeled carriage, lifted the large felt cloth covering the carriage, and loaded the cart with wicker baskets with a lot of rye bread, and Art opened several other carriages, most of which contained military rations such as bacon, salted fish, and hulled barley, in addition to more than 20 neatly stacked round shields, more than 30 ash rods without spearheads, and more than 200 pounds of fine iron ingots for forging weapons.

............

An hour later, a convoy of military supplies on the road in front of the mountain slowly moved from north to south. The chief of the baggage officers rode on dark red horses and nibbled on a piece of bacon, and the seven escort coachmen followed closely behind them with four carriages.

Angus straightened his leather armor, which was still stained with the blood of the enemy's baggage guards, and asked Art, who was riding on his horse, "Lord Art, is this possible?"

"Of course you can't fool them, but it's better than a whole bunch of people rushing over with weapons. You must seize the gate for a while, and you must not let them close the gate and hold it tightly, or we will have to storm the outpost. ”

Half an hour later, Art, disguised as having just left the baggage team, had appeared half a mile north of the outpost.

The guards at the outpost looked at the flag of the convoy, and it was clear that it was the baggage team that had left the outpost in the morning.

"What are these bastards doing? Why did you come back again? The outpost commander looked at the approaching convoy and cursed.

"Did they turn back because there was danger ahead?" One soldier replied.

"Not like that! You can see that they didn't panic at all, and they walked slowly. The soldier muttered to himself.

The outpost commander kicked the soldiers next to him and shouted, "You, go up and see, what kind of disease are they committing!"

The soldier who had been kicked lifted his pants and walked slowly towards the convoy at a distance of about 100 paces, still swearing in his mouth.

On the side of the convoy, everyone lowered their heads slightly, and their hands were already on the hilt of the sword at their waist and the short spear beside them.

Art picked up the water bladder in his left hand and pretended to drink water to cover his face, and his right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword hanging from the saddle sheath.

The convoy slowly approached the soldier who had come forward to check, and the soldier waved his hand to stop him:

"Hey! I said, why are you keeping your heads down~~"

"You guys~huh?"

The soldier suddenly noticed that the returning baggage team had been replaced by a group of complete strangers.

"Not good! Shut down......" the soldier shouted instinctively, but Art's slashing sword sealed the rest of his mouth forever.

"TM, there's an enemy attack!" When the outpost commander saw the fallen soldier not far away, his mouth was bad, and he quickly turned around and ran towards the gate of the outpost.

The moment the enemy soldiers discovered the identity of the convoy, Angus, armed with a long-handled battle axe, had already left the convoy and rushed towards the outpost first. During the run, he found the enemy soldiers who reflexively ran towards the gate of the outpost, the two were only ten steps apart, seeing that the enemy soldiers were about to enter the outpost, and were about to close the gate, Angus slowly raised the long-handled battle axe in his hand above his head while rushing and then swung it hard, the long-handled battle axe was swung with great force, drawing a high arc in the air, dragging the long tail and flying towards the slowly closing gate.

"Bump!" With a muffled thud, the tomahawk sinked deep into the outpost gate, but it was shut.

“MD！ This bastard runs really fast. Angus couldn't help but curse.

"Alright, let's storm and take this place before they raise the wolf smoke."

"Otto, drive the carriage down the wall." As he spoke, Art took the shield from behind his saddle, and prepared to lead the men over the wall in the carriage and enter the attack.

"Lord Art, I'll take the lead." Angus drew his battle axe, ran to the carriage and took down a round shield, and jumped into the carriage.

"It's okay, you lead people to attack from this side, Odo leads people to climb over the wall from the other side, I climb in from the front, the people inside have bows and crossbows, everyone obeys my orders to climb over together." After saying that, Art asked someone to lead a carriage and jumped into the carriage with Ron, making a climbing and jumping pose.

"Attack!" At the sound of an order, the six people on the three carriages climbed the wooden wall at the same time, and a bow and arrow and a crossbow arrow were shot from the outpost, but in the panic, six heads suddenly appeared on the wall, and the two soldiers holding the bow and crossbow were panicked for a moment, and only a light arrow hit the person at such a close distance, but the person who was shot was Art.

When the sound of weapons clashing and swords entering flesh was heard in the outpost, Art was lying on the carriage outside the wooden wall of the outpost, a flat-headed light arrow grazed his collarbone and pierced deep into his left shoulder, a cold numbness followed by a sharp pain that could not be removed, he tried to struggle, but the pain quickly soaked into his head and flooded his whole body, he felt his limbs go limp, and everything in front of him slowly darkened......

............

In the blur, Art lay in the middle of a hot desert, the fierce sun scorched the earth, Art's mouth was hot, his limbs were weak, his legs and feet were numb, he wanted to stand up and find a drink, but his hands and feet were as if they did not belong to him.

Just as Art was restless, a Steppenwolf slowly walked towards him. When he wondered why Steppenwolf was in the desert, Steppenwolf was already salivating and walked over to Art, bowed his head and began to bite his shoulder.

Little by little, the pain that became more and more intense reached the brain......

"Ah~!!"

Art screamed in pain, and the desert and the wolf in front of him disappeared at once, replaced by Angus, who held a flat-headed light arrow in his hand, Ron, who was cleaning his wounds, and Otto, who was gathered around the bed.

"Water, give me water." Art's weak voice rang out.

Ron quickly opened the water bladder and brought it to Art's mouth, and Art gurgled a few gulps before choking on a mouthful of water before stopping.

"How's the war going?" Art wanted to get up, but moved and tore at the wound on his left shoulder, causing Art to grin in pain.

"My lord, we captured the outpost, and the wolf smoke was extinguished by us in time, but the enemy soldiers resisted stubbornly, and two of our soldiers were slightly wounded, but it did not affect the battle. In the afternoon I have sent someone to bring the people in the jungle here. I have sent sentries to both the north and the south, and there is no hostility in the vicinity for the time being, and everything is fine. Otto stood up and replied.

"Good!" After saying that, Art fell into a coma again.