"Sir Odo, we didn't catch up, let him run away."

On the north side of the manor, Jason, who had led a cavalryman from the patrol team to chase down the commander of the watchtower, reported the battle to Odo, the deputy leader of the patrol team.

"Rubbish! You can't catch up with anyone who has been hit by an arrow, how do you train on weekdays? Otto's scolding rang out.

The ambush battle commanded by Baron Baron himself was won, and when the two dozen or so patrol soldiers who were lying in ambush on both sides of the trade route rushed out, the greedy wolves who pursued their prey turned into slaughtered rats. In less than half an hour, six enemy corpses lay on the ground, and the patrol team had only four minor wounds. But the commander who was shot in the left chest by Yat actually escaped in the melee, and once this guy led the enemy soldiers in pursuit, the huge convoy was extremely dangerous.

"Otto, don't blame him, hurry up and let the convoy pass quickly and enter Kalkburg as soon as possible. If we get entangled by the pursuers for a while, so many of us won't be able to escape. ”

"Good Baron"

Odo turned to the two men who were directing the soldiers to mend their swords, and shouted, "Baskazak, you two hurry up and sweep the battlefield, take everything you can with you, and hand over all your weapons, armor, and valuables to you for safekeeping. ”

"Jason, you ride to the north and tell Tuba that they're coming with the convoy quickly.........."

The three of them were ordered to go their separate ways.

Spencer was also very busy, and according to the custom of the patrol team, all weapons, armor, and valuables worth more than twenty pfennies when they cleaned the battlefield after the battle had to be handed over to the patrol team for distribution after the battle, but in order to motivate the soldiers to fight bravely, they were also allowed to keep some odds and bits and pieces of invaluable goods.

As a veteran of the patrol team, Spencer was an important "first attack" in this ambush battle, and of course had the privilege of giving priority to the selection of trophies. He was rummaging around an enemy soldier poked through a sieve, and he couldn't move his weapons and armor at all, not because he was disciplined, but because he wasn't really interested in those things. The money bag had been rummaged, and more than a dozen copper plates had been accepted; Now he was looking for the Holy Crosses, which the soldiers usually carried with them, and some of the Holy Crosses of the wealthy soldiers were made of silver. But Spencer rummaged for a long time and found no shadow of the Holy Cross.

"Miscellaneous, there is not even a holy relic on your body, no wonder God did not protect you and let you die here tragically." Spencer didn't care that the enemy soldiers wearing the Holy Cross didn't survive.

Colin huffed at Spencer and yelled, "Spencer, you bastard! When you fight, you are afraid of the dead, and when you loot money, you become a warrior again. ”

"I told you not to throw the grain bag, you have to throw it, now it's okay, Lord Odo let us go and pick up all the goods thrown away on the road."

"Huh?" Spencer looked up in surprise.

"Let's go, what are you still looking at? Expect me to go alone."

"I~I still have to clean up the battlefield as ordered~"

Colin would be deceived by Spencer's excuse to pick up a rock on the ground and smash it, "Believe it or not, I smashed your dog's head?" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go! I'll go! ”

"It's a pity that this place is a good thing~"

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"It's a pity for this good thing."

Ron stood by the battlement wall of the watchtower, a broken bow in his hand.

Ron was one of the three men in black who followed Art into the tower, and when Spencer and Colin pretended to be caravans to lure the enemy soldiers out of the tower, the three of them quietly entered the tower.

Perhaps because no one dared to attack this outpost for many days, the people in the tower were very relaxed. When the three of them closed the tower door and went all the way up to the battlement wall at the top of the tower, the two soldiers who stayed behind were still standing by the battlement wall and smiling and watching their companions who were chasing prey.

Arte leaned down first and dived behind one of the soldiers, stabbing him in the throat with a sword; Ron, who was following behind, was a little half a step late, the soldier in front of him was already on guard, when Ron slashed with a sword, the soldier blocked it with the bow and crossbow in his hand, and the bow body was cut by the broadsword, after killing the soldier with Art, Ron picked up the remnants of the crossbow on the ground and screamed in distress, this kind of crossbow is a heavy weapon in the army, usually in the hands of the elite armies of some large castles and big lords, and even Tinets only has six or seven such heavy crossbows in his arsenal.

"Alright Ron, you two stay here and watch around, and if there's any hostile situation, call the police. I'll go down and see what's going on over there. With that, Art descended the wooden staircase down the tower.

It was already dark, an empty car was parked in the manor, and seven or eight soldiers of the patrol team were counting the gains in the watchtower, which was probably set up temporarily, and everything in the manor had been plundered by the enemy, and there were no weapons and goods in the tower except for a small amount of food and materials. A search of the enemy found only half a barrel of beer, a few bags of rye bread, and some soldiers' odds and ends, plus only two thousand dophines, eight sets of weapons and armor, and two horses captured from the killed enemy soldiers.

Looking at the weapons and armor stacked on the carriage, Baron Baron Berion took Yatra aside and said, "Art, I want to discuss with you, you know that I have recruited so many soldiers now, but there is a lack of weapons and armor in Kalk Fort, and we have not yet been able to complete all the newly recruited soldiers with weapons in stock. So I wonder if you can sell me the weapons you have seized this time, especially the crossbow, of which I have only eight of them. I'm willing to pay a thousand pfennig for this crossbow, and I'll buy the broken one too. You set a price for the other weapons, and I don't bargain. ”

"Lord Berion, it was your idea to pull out this sentry this time, you should have shared the spoils, and as for the other weapons, I will only leave four pieces of leather armor, and the rest will be for you. As a condition, the two horses are all mine, how about it? "Art is also short of weapons and equipment, but now Baron Berrion needs these things more than Arte.

In the end, Art was given four sets of thick leather armor and two horses, and of course Baron Berion paid for Art's weapons for a thousand pfennigs.

The group did not stop at the manor, and immediately set off for Kalkburg after cleaning up......

When we arrived at Kalkburg, it was just dawn.

The humble castle north of Aosta has been transformed into a real Shura battlefield, with broken walls and broken siege equipment beneath them.

Bands of soldiers were patrolling the city walls, archers on the towers staring nervously into the distance, flying flags with brown backgrounds fluttering in the wind, and many antlers were set up in front of the closed gates. The soldier guarding the gate saw the slowly approaching convoy, and after careful observation, he found that the leader of the convoy was waving the banner of his own baron, and hurriedly reported to the commander of the city.

After a while, the gate opened, and several horsemen rushed out of it.

The leading knight hurriedly jumped off his horse and came to Baron Berion's side, "Your Excellency, you are back. Last week more than 100 enemy troops came to attack the city, and we almost lost Fort Kalk. ”

"Besides, it's not safe outside the city." After saying that, Baron Berrion led the convoy into the Kalk Castle, and the castle resounded with enthusiastic cheers......

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As soon as Arte and his patrol party entered Kalkburg and lay down in a thatched hut, a horn alarm sounded on the castle wall, and a group of Baranti cavalry rushed towards Kalkburg from the northern trade route.

Unable to get up from the grass bunk despite the exhaustion of the night's journey, Art called Ron and Jason, who were slumped in the house, to walk out the door.

"Ron, go get them up."

Ron ran towards another grass hut while piercing his armor and hanging his sword~

Art climbed the city wall, and more than thirty cavalrymen lined up to confront each other outside the wall. Thirty men is not a lot, but thirty cavalry is not a small scene. Surprised by the reflexes of the Lombard army, the cavalry had already chased after them in just a few hours, but fortunately they did not stay at the manor for long, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The thirty or so cavalry outside the city were led by a guy with a grizzly coat of arms, and Art was familiar with the Lombard aristocracy, but he did not remember that the Lombard family used the black bear coat of arms, probably a new military medal in this war.

The leader of the cavalry drove his horse alone to a stop at a distance of more than fifty paces outside the fortress gate, and shouted hatefully at the men on the wall: "When I take Kalk, I will kill you all."

The leader's words carried a kind of terrifying courage and murderous aura, Jason couldn't help but feel a little sore in his heart, and his stomach was a little sore, "My lord, these guys~How can they be more than those bandits~~"

"It's scary than a bandit, isn't it?" Art smiled and glanced at Jason beside him, and had to admit that these cavalry under the city did have a long-standing murderous aura, which could not be obtained by killing a few bandits, but only by those who crawled out of the pile of dead people.

"Yat, it seems that you can't leave for the past two days." At some point, Baron Berrion was already standing behind Arte.

"Lord Berion, shouldn't you send your troops out to fight?" Jason asked weakly, and in his memory, such an occasion should have been like the troubadour's mouth, with the brave Guardian leading the army to rush out and drive the intruder away.

Baron Berrion and Art laughed at the same time, "Young man, the troubadour can't be trusted, and it's a fool to go out to fight at such times." ”

"Strengthen the defense and strictly guard against sneak attacks." Giving orders to those around him, Baron Berrion descended the city walls.

"Art, let your men go back to sleep, refresh yourself, and I'll hold a banquet in the inner fort in the evening, and invite you and your commanders to join you."

The cavalry outside the city kept cursing and provoking in the wind, allowing the scolding outside the city to be dry, and the soldiers on the city walls were not moved at all, and the enemy soldiers had no choice but to beat their horses and leave.

Art looked around at the young soldiers in armor on the city wall, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - it seems that Provence still has elite soldiers, and Lombardy's ambition to occupy Provence in one fell swoop is not so easy to realize......

In the evening, there was a jubilation in the Kalk Castle, and the Baron of Berrion brought back the scarce food to the Kalk Fort this time, and recruited more than seventy soldiers, although these temporary recruits were not elite, but there was no problem with the veterans who had survived a hundred battles to lead the defense of the city.

Kalkburg can hold out for a few more months.