The outpost was lit up as always, as if nothing had happened.

When Art opened his eyes again, it was already dark, and the arrow wound on his left shoulder was covered with the special herbs brought from the valley healer, and the most painful energy had passed, and now all that was left was soreness and heat and swelling.

"Master, are you awake?" Ron came to Art's bed with a bowl of broth thick with spices.

"Ron, are you okay outside?" Art sat up with his right hand propped up in pain.

"Sir, the two commanders of Otto and Angus have been arranged, the prisoners and coachmen during the day have been sent to that cave by Commander Otto along with the captured supplies, Captain Angus has set up cavalry posts five miles from the north, south and east of the outpost, and the materials that have not been taken away from the outpost are all gathered together, and if there is an enemy situation, we can evacuate with a fire."

"So far, no enemy soldiers have come, and it is estimated that no one has found them."

Art pondered for a moment and said, "If we just stay here for a few days, maybe we can wait for another batch of baggage." Are Angus and Otto in the outpost? ”

"Chief Otto is back, and Chief Angus has just gone out to patrol the sentry."

"Then you go and call Otto in."

Ron placed the soup bowl on a wooden stool next to Art's bed, turned and walked out of the room looking for Otto.

Glancing at the broth on the wooden stool, Arte noticed a sound in his abdomen, hunger swelled up, and he wanted to reach for the soup bowl, but there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"What a bad luck!!" Art cursed in his heart.

No sooner had he lifted the wooden bowl to his lips than he put it to his lips when Ron led Otto into the room.

"Otto, the prisoners and baggage are all arranged, right?" Art was a little weak and didn't speak loudly.

Odo stepped forward and crouched beside the bed, and replied: "Don't worry, my lord, the prisoners and supplies are hidden in the cave, and on the way I killed an enemy guard who tried to escape, and the rest are all tied up in the cave, and I sent four soldiers to guard them, and then sent people back to Tar Fort to organize labor and soldiers to come to the cave to transport the supplies back to the fort."

"Fabulous! You weren't noticed when you were carrying supplies, were you? ”

"Probably not, I sent a sentry on the way to the cave. My lord, you didn't wake up from your injuries during the day, and we didn't dare to risk taking you out of here, so shouldn't we leave now? Otto asked.

Yate took a sip of broth, shook his head and said: "Don't worry, since we are all here, then let's not treat ourselves as guests, just stay for a few more days, if we are lucky, maybe we can get some more food and baggage."

Otto lowered his head and thought about the pros and cons for a while, and said to Art worriedly: "My lord, is this a little risky?" After all, this is enemy territory, and if we are surrounded, none of us will want to escape. ”

"Well, it's a bit risky, so after Angus comes back in a while, you tell him that from tomorrow onwards, send out sentry horses to the south and east five miles and eight miles north of the outpost as the center, and each post must carry dry wolf dung, and in case of a large baggage team or an emergency enemy situation, immediately ignite the wolf dung warning. With the exception of a few brave and careful soldiers who put on the uniforms of the enemy soldiers and acted as enemy soldiers in the outpost, the others were all ambushed in the watchtower, and the prey came in and pounced on me. In addition, horses and vehicles are prepared in the watchtower, and if a large number of enemies are coming, we will set fire to evacuate quickly. ”

"You and Angus are in charge of this matter." Art commanded Odo.

"Yes, sir!"

Otto did not leave after receiving the order, he looked at Art's bulging shoulders and asked, "My lord, then do you want to go back to Tarburg to recuperate first?" Here Angus and I can handle too. ”

"My injuries are not too serious, and although I can't participate in the battle for the time being, it's okay to escape on horseback." Art replied by looking over his shoulder.

…………

On the afternoon of the third day after the capture of the enemy outpost, Art wore an enemy soldier's burqa with an arrow wound at the gate of the outpost to observe the south side of the avenue.

In the more than two days that the anti-guest main station has been stationed at the outpost, two passing beer vendors, a grocer and six passers-by have been imprisoned in the outpost, and Art has forcibly confiscated all the goods they are carrying, but these people are only civilians, and Art has not yet been in the habit of killing indiscriminately, so he only temporarily detains this group of people in a dilapidated room at the outpost.

Otto came down from the sentry post, walked to Art's side and said, "My lord, two days have passed, and there is no enemy baggage convoy coming from the south, if you wait any longer, it will be easy to be exposed."

Art glanced at the south, there was neither wolf smoke nor return for the sentinels, "According to the prisoner's confession, basically every two or three days, a batch of baggage will pass through here from the south and be transported to the north, and it is now the third day, and the next batch of baggage should also arrive." ”

"It's time to arrive, but the previous baggage convoy has not reached the next outpost for three days, and it is estimated that the enemy troops at the next outpost will also be suspicious, and they may send someone to check." Otto replied.

"Your worries are also justified, pass the order, let everyone be ready to evacuate, as long as the order is given, everyone will retreat to the mountains to the west."

"Yes." Otto arranged it himself.

Art was about to turn around and go back to the outpost to rest, when a sentry rode from the south......

"Is there an enemy situation? Why wasn't there wolf smoke? Otto grabbed Jason's reins and asked urgently.

Jason jumped off his horse and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said to Art and Otto: "My lord, there is a convoy with a red-bottomed bird heraldic flag coming from the south, two carriages, seven guards, and two cavalrymen, and it is estimated that it will be here in less than an hour. ”

"At last it came, seven men guarding two carriages, certainly valuables. Adult, do you want to fight or not? "Otto was a little excited.

"Fight, we must fight, we have been scared these days, isn't it just to wait for them."

"But the enemy has seven men and two cavalry, so we can't be careless."

Art thought for a while, then looked up and commanded the few people around him:

"Jason, hurry up and go east and north to inform Angus and Ron to come back."

"Tuba, let all the others hide in the outpost and set up an ambush, the soldiers with bows and crossbows find a good position, and the soldiers who can ride horses hide behind the outpost, and after a while, the sentry horses will also lie in ambush behind the outpost, as long as the front starts, all the cavalry will rush over and kill me."

"Otto, let them go to that clearing and make a fire to roast the meat, burn the fire for me, roast the meat for me to be fragrant, and put a few empty barrels on the table." Art said, pointing to the three soldiers disguised as enemy soldiers at the gate of the outpost.

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

An hour later, a convoy of seven soldiers slowly approached the outpost.

The gate of the outpost was opened, a whole piece of smoked pork leg was roasted on the campfire in the open space beside it, the barrel by the campfire was lying on the ground, and three drunken guard guards in disheveled clothes lay on the ground.

"A bunch of mongrels, let them garrison the outpost, they dare to get drunk like this." The leader of the convoy rode on his horse and watched the drunken men beside the gate of the outpost and cursed hatefully.

The rider next to the leader dismounted and walked to the campfire and kicked a soldier who fell to the ground drunk, the soldier moved, but did not wake up, the rider kicked again, but still did not wake up, but a soldier next to him was woken up, he rubbed his eyes and slowly got up.

"Bastard!! Who made you drink? Where is your commander? The rider yelled at the drunken soldiers.

The bewildered soldier raised his hand and pointed to the outpost, and replied indistinctly in a southern accent: "Sir~Officer, drunk, sleeping in ~inside~" After speaking, he collapsed to the ground again.

"Chop Pieces!!" The rider spat at the collapsed soldier and turned back to the horse leader.

The leader glanced at the outpost with the gate open, beckoned to the convoy behind him, and led into the outpost.

The rider under the horse led the horse and was about to follow, but when he saw the roast meat bubbling from the campfire, his mouth welled up, and he put the reins and walked towards the campfire. The rider had just bent down to take off the roast when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a drunken soldier on the ground holding an unsheathed dagger in his right hand, and was about to turn over the drunken soldier to take a look, when the soldier's squinting eyes suddenly opened.

"Huh? You ......" Before he could say a word, there was a sudden sound of bowstring striking from the outpost. Then the dismounted rider was knocked down by the sudden rise of the "drunk" soldiers, and when a short sword pierced his chest, out of the corner of the rider's eye was a group of cavalrymen rushing out from behind the outpost......

It was the only battle in which Art had not been personally involved, and by the time he pretended to be drunk and pointed the inlet to the incoming horseman, the brilliant ambush had already been decided.

Four cavalry bows and a crossbow shot the horse leader who entered the outpost directly into a hedgehog, and the remaining five enemy soldiers were surrounded by cavalry groups rushing out from both sides of the outpost, and after killing two of them, the other enemy soldiers all threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground.

It only took a bowl of soup for the battle to end, and the leader of the convoy did not understand to death why so many arrows suddenly flew to his outpost......

"My lord, this trick is really easy to use." Otto walked out of the outpost and said to Art, who was sitting by the campfire rubbing his shoulder.

"It's also that the enemy is too careless, and he won't even send a sentry." Art said with a smile.

"This is their own border, their own outpost, how could they have thought that it would be occupied by a group of enemy troops openly, haha." Otto was already smiling from ear to ear.

"Let's go and see what's in the wagon." Art handed his right hand to Otto, who pulled him up with all his might.

Ignoring the captives who were being guarded by the soldiers with long swords and short spears, the two went directly to the two carriages and lifted the thick felt cloth, and the moment they lifted the felt cloth, their eyes widened - the carriage was neatly stacked with brand-new shields and armor, and after counting, there were not only fifteen sets of well-made double-layer leather armor and nose protection iron helmets, and thirty round shields inlaid with iron skin, but also three sets of chain mail with fine iron texture and one set of iron scale armor.

The felt cloth of the other carriage was lifted, and it was loaded with all the finest weapons: twenty sheathed swords, ten short swords, twenty fine iron spearheads, ten horned bows, five bundles of light arrows, two bundles of heavy arrows, two bundles of crossbow arrows, and three crossbows wrapped in layers of tarpaulin.

Looking at the weapons on the two wagons and the supplies for prisoners of war inside and outside the outpost, Art couldn't help but laugh out loud despite the arrow wound on his shoulder......

"Otto, pack your things, we've withdrawn ......"

Two hours later, only a flaming outpost remained on the avenue......