Sir Ernest did not retort, but only nodded. After raising his head to look at the sky, he glanced at Baron Maxwell and his eldest son in the line, "From sunrise to now, the baron and his eldest son have not eaten a single bit of food. Can you find a place to stop, eat something and then continue walking? ”

The urgency of the situation is that a field lunch cannot be raised to the same height as the safe evacuation of the two hostages. However, skipping lunch will lose combat effectiveness for anyone, and will eventually affect the smooth execution of the escort mission.

"Well, let's leave Anen Town first." Isabel can only make such an arrangement.

Topographically, in order to evacuate through the town of Annon all the way to the southeast in the direction of Carlisle Castle, it is necessary to pass through a north-south river called the Annon River that flows through the town of Annen. Just cross a stone bridge over the Annen River and you will reach the east bank of the river and gallop towards Carlisle Castle.

To the east of the stone bridge, however, in the fields to the north and south, there were a large number of cavalry and infantry battalions of Sir Oliver Sinclair, the Scotsman. Among them, there is a camp to the south that is the same cavalry camp that Isabel led the reconnaissance team to massacre last night.

Isabelle's guess was not bad at all, and after the massacre of the previous night, Sir Oliver stepped up the guards of the town of Anen. It's just that when Sir returned to Dumfries' station from the castle of Baron Maxwell, the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, he felt more and more that the massacre of the previous night was strange.

There can be no doubt that the massacre was perpetrated by the English. Then there were a number of headaches: why did the group of Englishmen sneak across the border to the town of Annon after sunset; What was the purpose of their coming to the town of Annen; Why slaughtered only the cavalry units of a barracks; In which direction did they leave after the massacre; Whether or not it is still in Scotland.

Sir Oliver sat in his tent, racking his brains and trying not to understand these questions. After thinking about it, he had to take several attendants and a cavalry squad to Anen Town to understand and find out the whole process of the massacre and the clues of the English.

Upon arriving in the town, Sir immediately had the sergeant clean up the entire barracks again. In the process of searching for traces left by the English, several sergeants stumbled upon many footprints in the grass near the camp. After careful identification, the sergeants believed that the footprints were left by the Ingrams. The sergeants then found many of the same footprints and horseshoe prints between the camp and a grove to the southeast.

As the search for clues expanded, Sir Oliver's sergeants unexpectedly discovered a large amount of military supplies such as weapons, cavalry armor and food hidden by Isabel and others in the grove. The sergeants were so excited that they immediately informed Sir himself.

After listening to the sergeant's report, Sir Oliver hurried to the grove with his attendants to check on the military supplies of the Englishmen that had just been captured. At this time, Sir stood beside a large pile of three-quarters armor without saying a word, and after watching for a long time, he casually picked up a pair of handguards of fine workmanship.

The sword-squire standing beside him said respectfully, "My lord, this is the hand armor of the Anglos. ”

"Hmm," Sir replied nonchalantly, holding the hand armor in his left hand, and caressing the joint between the rivets and the iron plate with his right hand, and casually asked, "Why do these Angles take off their cavalry armor?" ”

The squire kicked a pair of elbow armor that had slipped to his feet, and said hesitantly, "My lord, the sergeant said that the armor of a dozen or so of our cavalry and your banner are missing. I suppose these Angles presumably disguised themselves as your cavalry units. ”

Sir glanced at his attendant and asked in a cold voice, "Put on the armor of my cavalry and disguise yourself as my cavalry." Well, where are these Anglos going to go? ”

The squire didn't dare to speculate, just stared at the armor on the ground in silence. Sir Oliver threw his handguards back onto the mound and paced back and forth, thinking, "Disguise yourself as my cavalry, and carry my banner to almost all of Scotland." ”

"Where will they go? If these men had been sent by Sir Thomas of Carlisle Castle, they must have been spies. ”

"Well, it must be a spy, here to find out the news." Thinking of this, Sir immediately stopped and looked at his attendant, "Immediately have someone go and inform Dumfries and Lochmeburn that if they encounter my cavalry troops, they must stop and interrogate them carefully." ”

"Yes, sir." One of the attendants turned and ran out of the grove.

"Spies? Asking for news? Baron Maxwell's castle is nearby, will they go there? With his hands behind his back, Sir glanced at the sergeants standing around the munitions.

At this time, he suddenly remembered an inconspicuous little thing, "When I went to the commander's castle this morning, I found many sergeants with unfamiliar faces. Even when reporting the massacre to the baron, the screes at the baron's side were replaced by young men he had never seen before. ”

Sir thought about it, his eyes widened, and he shouted to his attendant, "Go and prepare the horses, I will go to Baron Maxwell's castle at once." ”

While Sir Oliver was rushing along the main road with his squires and cavalry squad to Kelle Frzek Castle, Isabel and the others had already evacuated the castle from the coast with the baron and his eldest son. Taking advantage of this time difference, when Sir arrived at the castle, Isabel's party arrived on the coast south of the town of Annen.

Sir Oliver sat on his horse, and looked anxiously at the tops of the watchtowers on the east and west sides of the castle, and he did not see a sergeant with an axe at his post. Immediately, Sir led his men across the stone bridge to the castle gates. Unexpectedly, the passage inside the gate and the square directly in front of it were empty, and the whole castle was like a dead city.

"Sergeant, squire, maid, where are you bastards? Why don't you come and open the door? Sir shook his hands on the strong, iron-clad and riveted fence gates, trying to find a man alive from the castle.

But when the sound of the knight's voice was heard through the low, dimly lit entryway of the castle of Kelle Frzek and into the small square behind, no one answered his call.

At this time, one of the attendants noticed that the gate seemed to be rising and falling, and hurriedly stepped forward to try to lift the gate. Unexpectedly, the gate was raised by him, and the attendant looked at Sir excitedly, "My lord, the gate is not locked!" ”

"Come here, lift the gates!" Jazz turned his face around and yelled at the others behind him.

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