In the afternoon, Luga came to the stable again, where fifty cavalrymen and Andrew, who had been selected by the cavalry officers and were familiar with the local environment, were already waiting.

The soldiers were heavily armed, they took off their chain mail, wore light leather armor, wore wooden bows and bags full of arrows on their backs, and carried cavalry swords at their waists.

Lu Jia was dressed unassumingly this time, wearing ordinary soldier armor and weapons, probably because he had been a soldier for a long time before, and he couldn't see the appearance of any officer at all. Not only did the soldiers and officers along the way not recognize him for a while, but even Andrew almost thought he was a latecomer.

"Okay, now, everyone is here?" Luga asked, "According to my orders, they are all soldiers who can shoot arrows and can ride horses."

"Yes, they have the best archery skills in the one who can ride horses!"

"Can ride a horse."

"Yes, sir!" Andrew said seriously, at this time, Andrew seemed to suddenly remember something, and then leaned over and asked Luga: "Lujia, we haven't discussed where to go yet." ”

"Of course, I already had a plan." Luga said, taking out a chapter of parchment from his cuirass and handing it to Andrew, and said to Andrew, "We will stay away from our jurisdiction this time, in the territory of the Alans, our main plan is to imitate the situation of the Alans attacking them and make them suffer losses like us. In this way, they may be able to restrain themselves or hunt us down, and then we can leave with peace of mind even if we have completed our mission. ”

"Then if you are surrounded by these Alans in such an unanswered, isolated situation, won't it be the end?" Andrew worried: "If we get caught, won't it be miserable?" ”

"What do you do with so much thinking about it every day?" Luga looked at Andrew with some impatience and said: "We must be able to do a big deal this time, and now the Alans are thinking about how to rob us, how can they think that our own things have been robbed by us." ”

"So where do we put the things we robbed?"

"Don't worry, Malenius will send an army to pick it up." Luga nodded at Andrew, signaling him not to worry, just do what Luga says.

Andrew was still a little skeptical, after all, this was not a war, but a sneak attack deep behind enemy lines, and what made him fear the unknown rather than the real enemy in front of him.

"Okay, let's go, after all, time is very short." Luga waved to the cavalrymen, then stepped onto his horse. "Remember, divide into four parts, go out through the four gates, and then we will meet in the woods under the nearest hill outside the city, and don't get lost when the time comes!"

When Andrew was in a daze, Luga had already turned over and got on his horse, beckoning the cavalry to prepare to leave, and Andrew came back to his senses at this time, and he followed him out of the city gate with Luga.

The Alans were all targeting the Hukal River, so Luga felt that this was the place where they would store their loot and bring back their loot. But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but Luga didn't mind, his goal was random, which meant that as long as he saw a target that could be attacked, he would definitely give the attacked Alans a taste of fear.

Three days later, beyond the Huerka River and the woods that lined its banks, a group of men and horses were walking along a winding path.

It was a carriage of ten wagons, with dozens of heavily armed soldiers on the left and right of the carriage, mostly on foot, still riding horses in the shape of four or five officers.

"Oh, good day." One of the officers was holding half an apple in his hand, chewing on it in his mouth, and he was on horseback, and there were special soldiers leading him. He enjoyed it very much, after all, it was a quiet errand.

"Chief."

Behind him a cavalryman rode up, and the guy looked back and saw that the cavalryman didn't really have anything to report, except that he was holding a leather bag full of liquid.

"What is this?" The leader looked at the soldier who handed him the liquid, puzzled.

"Wine, wine, Roman stuff." Without hesitation, the cavalry explained, "This is what we found in the village at that time. ”

"Oh, the Roman stuff!" The leader of Alan took the wine bag and opened the seal, he sniffed it first, his eyebrows couldn't help jumping, and he let out a slight "oh" from his mouth. Then he picked up the wine bag and threw a large mouthful into his mouth.

"Oh, the Romans' stuff, like the filthy stinky women in the tent outside, unpleasant and smelly, what is it? It's not as good as my cow's milk! The little boss of Alain was obviously a critic of the Romans' wines, which had been plundered from the villages, and were of inferior quality. How could the public, that is, the humble laymen in the villages, ascend to the hall of elegance?

"Give it, give it to the guys." The little leader of Alain frowned and returned the bag of wine to the cavalry who sent him, "I have drunk it better, my God, it is wine for the nobles, just like the noblewomen of the city, fragrant and charming, that is a treasure!" ”

"Oh my God, I'd like to try it too!" The horseman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked very excited.

"Oh? Do you want to taste wine, or do you want to taste women? The Alain leader looked at him with meaning in his eyes.

"Hmm... I want to try it. The Alan cavalryman thought for a moment and replied shyly.

"Haha, yes, worthy of our warriors, it's not shameful to have such an idea, but he will inspire your fighting spirit, wait and see, it turns out that the noblewomen in the territory have been occupied by the big leaders, as long as we go to ransack any of their cities, we must dare to find the poor women who will only scream and run away when they see us before these greedy guys. When the time comes...... Hahaha! ”

Such "hearty" and not obscene laughter can be heard from afar, and they don't care, because no one believes that there will be traces of Romans within a radius of a few kilometers or even tens of kilometers.

The scorching sun soon made the guy on horseback sweat. He jerked off his helmet and hung it on his horse's back, cursing the damn weather in a low voice. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and as he drank, he took out an apple from the wooden frame of the carriage next to him and stuffed it into his mouth. At this moment, he only felt that as soon as he looked up, something appeared in front of him, which made his eyes dark.

"Whew!"

It was like a heavy punch to his throat, which made him lose his weight and tilt his head and fall off the horse, he only felt that his throat was painful, and he wanted to shout to the people around him but couldn't make a sound, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He looked closely, and it turned out that the flying unidentified object was an arrow through his throat.