The Maas River originates in the Langler Plateau in the northeast of West Francia, and after a myriad of small rivers with abundant water, finally forms a wide and flowing river in Sedan, which is convenient for boating, and at the same time feeds the fertile land on both sides, the peasants who toiled on it, and of course, the fortified castles built by the river's rapids, and the lazy lords who lived in them.

After flowing into the lowland countries, the gentle river is like a wild horse, suddenly facing the vast low plains, spreading joy and doing whatever it wants, mischievously turning the large areas of green grass on both sides of the lowlands into a vast ocean of water, whistling and sweeping everything, and then, after exhaustion, stretching its waist and retreating into the riverbed to sleep, leaving behind a gloomy swamp that no creature can set foot in.

"My lord, you can see Saihan Village through this forest, we have already investigated, the enemy has no outposts in this area, and they are all concentrated on the west side of the village to camp and rest." A light cavalryman on a reconnaissance mission, coming out of the woods, pointed in the direction of the village and said to me.

I wiped the cold dew from my armor, and made an urgent call for this sneak attack at the castle last night, and among the thirty cavalry troops, twenty cavalrymen with superb horsemanship and top martial arts were selected to form a commando team, and after a full meal, I set off with me at midnight, and followed the guidance of the map to Saihan Village.

In the early hours of the morning, the weather was very cold, coupled with a night of galloping, the cavalry had long been sleepy and tired, almost all by willpower, in the struggle to support the body not to fall, seeing that it was not far from the destination, I ordered the large army to stop and rest, untie the reins and let the horses relax and graze, accumulate physical strength for the next battle, and then send a few scouts to investigate the situation, the closer to the enemy, the more uneasy I felt, although it can be regarded as an old fritter, but the tension before the battle is still the same as the first time to participate in the battle, Tense nerves are difficult to relax.

"The order goes down and rests for another hour, and we take the time to rest and check the equipment, and then we will go through the woods without knowing it, attack the enemy's flank, and take them by surprise."

I looked up at the sun that had just risen, like a heated egg yolk, red and sticking to the horizon, dyeing a large area of the surrounding sky and burning red, and the sun was very beautiful.

"I'm afraid there will be heavy rain today, and it came at the right time, thank God!"

I looked at the morning glow scattered in the sky like a veil, and suddenly remembered the proverb I heard when I was a child: The morning glow doesn't go out, the sunset travels thousands of miles, and I muttered with joy in my heart, as long as the enemy's knights are led to the swamp, coupled with the pouring rain, they can't show their skills in the ten sections of martial arts, they can only obediently lead the neck and kill, what do you really want to God help me!

Watching the tired herald pull the horse away, I stretched out my old arms and legs, which had been jolting all night, and the joints creaked obscurely, like a pile of gears that had not been oiled for a long time, and were almost completely rusted and broken.

"Grandma's, I haven't trekked on horseback for so long for a long time, and sure enough, it's like the resurrection of the flesh and blood lamented by Liu Bei, the first emperor of the Shu Han Dynasty, once people settle down, they will lose their original ability, and over time they will be consumed by the sound of dogs and horses, and since ancient times, they have been defeated by diligence and thrift, which is really a terrible truth."

The morning woods seem to be extraordinarily quiet, this year's new tender green branches and leaves, has been lush and lush, the early birds are happily chirping and chasing, flying from one branch to another, the rustle of the leaves is gently stirred by the wind, at this moment it sounds like the intoxicating timbre of the Spanish shaker, carefully combing the restless emotions in the hearts of the people, glutinous with sleepiness to wrap people, only occasionally there is the whispered conversation of the soldiers and the sound of the war horses snorting, reminding us that we are on the battlefield, The comforts of the moments before us are replaced by the blood-drenched slaughter, where the blood is sown in the spring and the dry bones of the white forests are harvested in the fall, day after day, year after year.

"My lord, I have a little pickled pork here that I brought at home when I left last night, I haven't moved in my arms, and it's still hot, if you don't dislike it, please eat a little to cushion your stomach, how much to warm your stomach."

The bull commanded the cavalrymen who were dedicated to my safety, and handed me a black piece of meat wrapped in oiled paper, and said to me with a sincere smile.

Because it was a surprise attack, and our position was very close to the enemy, so we were strictly ordered not to make a fire to cook, and we could only use the dry food we carried with us to satisfy our hunger, but who would have thought that the morning dew was very heavy, and many people's dry food was soaked, and it was difficult to swallow the cold silk, and mine was no exception, but the most uncomfortable thing was not the hunger, but the linen shirt that had long been sweated under the armor, like a layer of unfinished skin, close to the skin and suffocating.

To be honest, although this piece of pickled pork seems to me to be inferior to the five cents and two bags of spicy dried seeds that expired in the store when I was in college, and if you don't make a special explanation, it is likely to be thrown away as an irregular piece of soil, but under such difficult conditions now, what a luxury it is to be able to eat a bite of meat!

Moreover, this is still the soldiers' heartfelt love for their leader, and not eating too much will not give face, which is not conducive to the unity of the cadres and the masses.

"Oh, may God bless you, I ......"

As soon as I was halfway through the sentence, the sound of the whistling breaking of the air forced me to hold the following words back into my stomach, everything in front of me was dyed with a scarlet color, as if I was in the magma monstrous hell, the expression of the cavalry who was still friendly to me to eat pickled pork just now stopped for a moment, and a sharp arrow pierced straight through his chest.

"Enemy attack! Lie down! Lie down! ”

The soldiers in charge of the vigilance immediately lay on the ground as if reflexively, and then shouted loudly to warn, and the other cavalrymen who were busy with their own affairs heard the sound, and they also quickly hid behind the horses, reflecting the benefits of hard training on the battlefield to save their lives.

"What's going on? Didn't the scouts just say that there were no enemy outposts nearby? So where did these enemies come from, and why didn't the sentinels we set up on the periphery warn in advance? ”

I pressed my body to the ground, holding the small round shield of the cavalry to block the flying arrows, but the cavalry guarding me was not so lucky, the enemy had apparently surrounded us from all sides, and in a few breaths several cavalrymen, who were shot in the gaps in the armor, groaned and died in pain.

"My lord, we are surrounded, please break through immediately, and the remaining soldiers can resist for a while."

One of the horsemen covered me with a small round shield, ignoring the few arrows that were abruptly inserted in his body, and his vocal cords were torn by excessive tension, and he could only speak to me in a hoarse voice like dry straw.

"Damn! I can't leave you alone, the enemy's sneak attack troops can't carry too many bows and arrows, as long as they resist for a while, they will come forward to launch hand-to-hand combat, although the situation between the enemy and us is unknown, but at that time the chance of breaking through is a little greater, even if it is a hard hit, they may not have such a good tooth to swallow us, some of the chance of stalemate. ”

While visually surveying the jungle where the sneak attackers were hiding, the distance from our suppressed position, calculating whether I had enough time to organize a counterattack, and at the same time ordering the cavalry around me to cover themselves, many of the war horses used as cover were shot into hedgehogs, and I was distressed to tears when I saw that there was no air in and out of breath and was about to die.

A qualified cavalry war horse, equivalent to a hundred peasants' labor income for a year, usually I am expensive even a hair but dare not touch, who knows that in minutes it will become a performance art full of white feathers, deceiving people too much!

Sure enough, after a moment of scattered scattering, the enemy's bows and arrows seemed to be exhausted as I expected, and the cavalry took advantage of this moment to pick up the weapons from the ground that they had just had time to take, and slowly moved closer to me, forming a circular defensive phalanx, the armor stood neatly in the outermost circle, and then arranged inward in turn, and finally protected me in the heart.

The enemies who attacked us finally emerged from the shadows of the trees and walked out into the sun, but their appearance was much more than we expected, and all kinds of messy and strange weapons were not complained about first, but where did you learn that nonsensical clothing matching?

Post-modern outrageous, the whole enemy army looks like robbers in the mountains and wilderness, not at all what we imagine the regular army, could it be that when the enemy came from Brabant, he paid so much for the bridge that he didn't even have decent clothes, and he should go out and sell them for money?

This is called the Flower Son Army, who actually shot over five of our cavalry in a storm, and seven or eight war horses, and their combat effectiveness and military appearance are completely disproportionate!

"I am Randy, Earl of Nijmegen in the German Empire, may I have the honor of knowing the name of the brave knight who fought against me in front of me?" I peeked out from the small round shield and asked aloud about the enemy who was getting closer and closer, and I didn't know who the hell was cursing when I was killed, and how aggrieved it should be.

"Don't talk nonsense, whether you are an earl or a duke, you must stay alive today, but for the sake of you daring to come to the sneak attack with only such a few knights, I will leave you with a whole corpse, and then prepare to bear the wrath of the forest knights!"

At the head of the group is a samurai wearing a nose helmet, juggling a huge wheeled battle axe in his hand, and his bear-like figure is like a mountain god, and every step he takes brings a strong sense of oppression.

Forest Knight? Why is this name so familiar, and where have you heard it?

I scratched my head, I really couldn't remember this familiar-sounding name, what intersection I had with myself, anyway, it wouldn't be a person with a good relationship, otherwise I wouldn't have no impression at all.

(End of chapter)