At this moment, Isabel heard some turning sounds coming from the bed on the right side. Releasing his right hand holding the hilt of the short sword, he pulled out the tactical knife from the outside of the thigh of his right leg that was kneeling on the ground, and without saying a word, he turned around and stabbed at the person on the right side of the bed.

The Scottish man lying on the right side of the bed made a chirping sound from his mouth, and rolled his eyes back and fell asleep soundly with his eyes closed. As everyone knows, at this time, there is a sharp imitation tactical knife that intends to pierce a few holes in his head.

Seeing that the sharp tip of the knife was about to plunge into his head or neck, Isabel suddenly stopped what she was doing. By the faint light of the fire that refracted into the tent, she noticed that the guy had just rolled over, and cursed to herself, "Damn, I thought he had found me." ”

At this moment, a moving fire appeared outside the front left side of the tent. Isabel slowly put the tactical knife back into its scabbard, staring at the moving firelight, thinking, "The patrol is back in the loop. ”

When the light of the fire had disappeared with the Scotsman patrol in front of the tent on the right side, she slowly stood up and drew the short sword from her left waist, and struck the sleeping man on the back of the head with the weight ball of the hilt. When the man went from a deep sleep to a comatose state, she quickly tied the man's hands and feet with the ropes she brought. Finally, do not forget to cut a piece of cloth from the dead man and stuff it into the captive's mouth.

The question now was how to get the captives out of the camp and back into the woods where the squad was located without alerting the patrol. The question was simple, after Isabel's previous two counts, it would take about 48 steps per round of the camp for the patrol. As long as the patrol is not disturbed by the outside world, it is believed that the prisoners can be taken out of the camp quickly.

Estimating that the patrol had reached the farthest north of Isabel, she quickly opened the cloth door of the tent. After seeing Sir Alex Ferguson, who was hiding behind a tent on the right, he let out the secret cry of an eagle in his mouth: "Goo... Mutter...! ”

Sir Alex Ferguson glanced in her direction when he heard the trumpet, and then stared intently at the patrol that had walked to the west as it flashed between the tents, and trotted half-crouched to the outside of the tent where she was. After looking left and right, he turned around and got into the tent.

"Your Excellency, have you caught the Highlanders?" Sir Alex Ferguson looked at the tent and whispered.

"Well, kill one, catch one alive. Sir, now it's up to you to take the Highlanders out. Isabel walked over to the bed on the left side, glanced at the dagger still stuck in the man's neck, and commanded as she prepared to draw it.

"Well, I'll bring the Highlanders back alive."

"Very well, all you have to do now is wait, wait for the patrol to come south and then go east, and then you start moving."

Sir Alex Ferguson nodded, and as he lifted the bound Scottish man from the bed and placed it at his feet, he asked curiously, "Your Excellency, how can you manage the time so well that you enter the camp just after the patrol has left?" ”

In order to prevent the man who was killed by herself from bleeding, Isabel used a helmet to cover the man's neck when she drew her short sword little by little. When he heard Jazz's words, he looked at him, "I silently counted the number of steps taken by the patrol in the grove, and it took about 48 to 50 steps for the patrol to complete a circle of the camp. So, I had 48 to 50 steps into the Highlander camp. ”

Sir Alex Ferguson really admired Isabel's intellect. Using this method to sneak into the enemy's camp can be said to be very easy to succeed. At this time, the patrol outside the tent returned to the south of the tent. As usual on his way to the east, Isabel let him carry the Scottish man out of the tent.

Sir Alex Ferguson carried the Scottish man in front, Isabel and his guard Baldwin kept their guard behind, and the three of them returned to the grove without danger. The Scottish man suddenly woke up under the stimulation of a painful sensation, stared at these human-like and hellish demons in front of him with frightened eyes, and opened his mouth and said tremblingly in the Low Scottish language, "You... Who is it? ”

Isabel glanced at his brother standing to the side, and Sir Ernest nodded, half-crouching in front of the man tied to the trunk of a tree, and said in Lowland Scottish, "If you tell us what we want to know, we won't kill you." ”

"You... Want to know what? ”

"Who you are and what you do, and who your commander is."

After some interrogation by Sir Ernest, the Scottish man quickly told what he knew. It turned out that the Scottish man and the entire camp of light cavalry were Sir Oliver Sinclair's cavalry troops. He also knew that Sir Oliver was a courtier favored by James V, but he held a very humble position in the Scottish court.

Next, Isabel also obtained some important enemy information from the man's confession, and the Scottish army that attacked England this time probably had more than a dozen nobles and knightly commanders. Thus, if each man had led only 1,000 cavalry or infantry troops, the entire Scottish army would have numbered at least 15,000 men.

Sir Thomas, the captain of the guard of the western frontier and Carlisle Castle, and the hundreds of men he had recruited, could not withstand the attack of such a large Scottish army. Fortunately, the Scots were still unprepared to attack until now.

She then asked Sir Ernest to ask the man when the Scottish army would attack, where James V and Lord Robert Maxwell were now, and whether they were in Dumfries or Lochmaburn.

By the end of the interrogation, Sir Ernest could no longer get any more information from the man. He called Isabel to the side and whispered to her, "The army of the Highlanders will certainly not be less than 15,000 men, I just don't understand why they haven't attacked us yet." ”

Isabel looked thoughtfully at the Scottish hussar camp outside the woods, "Their commander, Sir Oliver, is just an ordinary member of the court, and he can even get the opportunity to call an army to attack us. ”

Sir Ernest sneered, snapping off a branch and fiddling with it in his hand, "It seems that we should still catch a nobleman or knight to know more information." ”

Isabel nodded, "Okay, you dispose of this highlander." Also, get others ready for battle. ”

"Nemesis, now is the time to do it."