When Baron Berion led more than 20 horsemen to rush to the top of the hill and prepare to dive, more than 20 heavy infantry armed with spears and heavy armor had been gathered outside the enemy's camp tent for more than ten steps.

It was not for nothing that the Lombard armies were able to drive straight into Provence, and in the face of night attacks, they showed an ability to change dramatically.

Baron Berrion had seen the strength of the enemy's spear fence formation, and looked at the enemy soldiers who were constantly pouring out of the enemy camp to join the horse rejection formation, and when the two armies were fifty paces apart, he shouted to the cavalry following behind him: "Divide into two teams, go around on the left and right, and gather in the middle to charge and kill!" ”

More than 20 horsemen automatically divided into two teams, turned to the left and right sides respectively, bypassed the spear in front of the camp and resisted the horse formation, and rushed straight to the camp.

The enemy army found out the purpose of Baron Berion's detour, and the spear rejection formation was immediately disconnected from the middle, moving quickly to the left and right sides, as long as it withstood the first round of cavalry impact, most of the soldiers in the battalion could react and join the spear formation, once the spear formation was formed, there was no way to break through the camp with these more than 20 light cavalry alone.

Tonight, however, the god of war is on the side of justice.

The slope of the hillside gave the night raiders a great acceleration impact, usually fifty paces distance was enough for the spear to separate the two sides of the guard, but tonight with the slope of the war horse speed was much faster, before the spear rejection formation was in place to block the cavalry, the two teams of cavalry had already grazed with the spear rejection formation, and rushed straight into the camp without fence guards.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the moonlight is faint.

A Lombard soldier who had just woken up from his slumber was about to open his tent and go outside to see what was happening, when a horse neighed and rushed over, and a knight's sword slashed straight at his head.

Art killed the guy who was still wearing clothes and belts at the door of the camp with a sword, and then turned his horse's head and hooked himself to take down a torch outside the camp tent, and lit it around the camp with the torch, and in an instant the whole camp tent burned violently as if it had been poured with fire oil, and the soldiers who were rummaging around in the camp for armor and clothes to receive weapons were surrounded by fire, and an enemy soldier who was burning himself was rolling on the ground in the tent in an attempt to extinguish the flames on his body, but he forgot that the ground was full of messy animal skin blankets and wool felt, As a result, the fire on his body ignited the blanket on the ground, and the more violent flames quickly ignited the corners of another soldier's clothes~

Heart-rending cries rang out from the tent......

Art no longer paid attention to the tragic scene in the military tent, raised his sword and kicked his horse and continued to charge north, "Ron Jason continues to charge, and after breaking through the camp, he runs north!" ”

Jason followed Atrohn into the enemy camp, but he was not as nimble as Ron, his horse was unable to move in the barracks full of military tents, and just drove his horse to speed up and knocked down an enemy soldier who rushed out of the camp, a spear pierced the neck of the war horse under him, and the war horse raised its front hooves high in pain, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Jason on the war horse suddenly fell on his back, and his left leg was crushed by the horse. Gasping for breath, Jason tried to pull his left leg from under the horse that struggled to get up, but the enemy soldier who had just stabbed the horse did not give Jason a chance to get up, and a spear had already circled the horse and stabbed at Jason's neck.

Jason's eyes were full of despair, he didn't expect that he would end up dying at the beginning of his death after escaping a long circle, he closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and waited for the blood-dripping spear to pierce his body.

Bang! A thud reached Jason's ears.

"Arise and lie down on the ground and wait to die?" Knight Evan angrily stretched out the cavalry spear in his hand to Jason, Jason dragged the spear shaft and climbed up, picked up the broadsword on the ground, took off the riding bow and arrow bag from the saddle, looked back at the war horse that could no longer get up, and limped towards Ron.

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When the enemy camp at the foot of the hill was full of murder and flames, on the other side of the hill, on the trade road on the other side of the hillside, more than a dozen four-wheeled carriages carrying soldiers and coachmen of the patrol team were galloping desperately northward.

In the moonlight, Otto's strong voice rang out.

"Bass, you come forward to lead the team, the night is unclear, remember not to take the wrong road and lead the wrong direction."

"Kazak, you are in the center, pay attention to the enemy on the left and right."

"Tuba, you hold back, you can't let a carriage be left behind."

"Red, you come with me, and we'll get to the sentry a mile ahead of the convoy."

While riding on horseback and instructing the division of tasks for the breakthrough convoy, Otto turned his head sideways to look at the sky-high fire from the other side of the hillside, and secretly prayed in his heart for the three Yat who participated in the attack camp.

Holding his right arm, which had been stabbed by a spear, Art said loudly to Baron Baron Berion, who had broken through the enemy camp, "My lord, we will leave immediately. May God be with you, and victory will always belong to the righteous division. ”

"Goodbye Brother Arte, God bless you." Baron Berrion turned his horse's head and rushed to the enemy camp again with the remaining dozen cavalry around him......

"Ron, get Jason on your horse, and we'll go after the convoy."

Ron helped Jason, who had been crushed by his fallen horse, onto his horse, turned on his horse and followed Art all the way north......

On a small hill to the north, Art looked back at the distant fire, and was silent for a moment, then turned the reins and tightened his horse's belly, and galloped to catch up with Ron and Jason......

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When the three men and two horses caught up with the convoy, the convoy stopped in a grove eight miles north of Kalkburg.

Otto arrived at the back of the team, grabbed the reins of Yat and hurriedly reported the situation: "My lord, we just went to the manor in front to investigate, and there is a bright light on the manor tower, we are worried about being discovered by the enemy, so we did not approach."

"Are there any barricades on the road outside the manor?" Art's primary concern was whether the enemy had blocked the road to the north.

"There were no roadblocks, and there were no soldiers on patrol."

Art took a bite of the jerky handed over by Ron, lowered his head and chewed for a while, and said, "It's too late to touch the whistle again, I guess there won't be too many enemy soldiers stationed in the manor, so we'll force our way through." Now all silent! Rest for another hour to feed the horses and livestock. ”

After saying that, Art walked up to the war horse, took off the water bladder and the grinding stone, pulled out the knight's sword that had been cut out of the gap in the camp just now, and sat on the ground and carefully polished it.

In the grove, everyone sat down by the carriage to rest, Kazak took the soldiers of the second squad to the front and back of the woods to set up sentry, and the leaders of the combat teams were also busy checking the weapons and equipment of the team members. Spencer, the "housekeeper," took rye bread from a wagon and distributed it to the soldiers and coachmen, reassuring the eight frightened coachmen.

A moment later, the brigade began to rush through the pass......

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On the tower of the manor, built along the north-south trade route, stood five Lombard soldiers, who had been temporarily drawn to garrison the area. A few days ago, the eight veterans of the manor had been slaughtered, and the commander of the outpost, who had narrowly escaped his life, was dragged out and beaten up when he returned to the camp. This is one of the important passages to control the delivery of food supplies from the north to the Aosta region, so the Lombard army has sent a squad of recruits who have just arrived in the Aosta theater to garrison it.

"Sir, should we go down and intercept it?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old soldier asked the squad commander beside him with a short spear in his hand.

The squad commander was also a veteran who had just been promoted, and he looked at the speeding carriage convoy and the few vague cavalrymen leading in front of the carriage by the moonlight, remembering the tragic situation on the northern trade road a few days ago, and had already made up his mind not to leave the manor even if he was killed, "Are you blind?" Didn't you see the large number of people on the other side? There were also several cavalrymen. If it's okay for your own people, if it's an enemy army, how many heads do you have for people to cut off?? ”

"Besides, the Commander just asked us to intercept the food and supplies transported from the north, they came from the south, who told you to intercept it? Go, go and check again if the gate of the manor is closed. You guys keep an eye on me, and if the enemy touches me again, I'll cut off your heads before I fight the enemy. With that, the squad commander left the battlement wall of the tower and hid in the watchtower, and the two sturdy soldiers slipped down with him.

Only two small recruits, usually oppressed, were left on the battlement wall, trembling as they watched the convoy rolling in from north to south.

The convoy had passed through the manor sentry without any problems, and Art had not yet recalled. He was ready to take Ron Kazak and another patrol sentry to force their way through the caravan behind him, but when the convoy passed by the manor, he only saw two black heads emerging from behind the battlement wall at the top of the watchtower, and there was no card in the manor to intercept or attack, not even a single arrow was fired at the convoy.

"Isn't it the enemy? But they don't know who we are. Yat was puzzled for a while, but he was still relieved to be able to safely break through the last "line of defense" in the Aosta theater.

Atler snapped the reins, reflexively yelled at the convoy that was following closely behind him, "Don't worry about the back, the convoy accelerates and strives to rush to Hades Village before dawn." ”

With that, he patted the war horse with his scabbard and led the convoy towards the north.

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The squad commander of the manor watchtower looked at the convoy that was gradually moving away through the sentry hole in the room, turned his head and regained his old temper, and whispered to a few people around him: "Remember, if the commander asks, you will say that nothing happened here tonight, let alone a convoy passing by. If anyone's mouth goes out to talk nonsense, I will cut off his rotten tongue. ”