In the evening, General Kudb summoned the traitor Hector, pointed to the brightly lit village of Ashlon, three quarians away, and asked, "In your experience, what are these Greek troops doing?" ”

Hector did not dare to slack off, and observed it carefully: many infantry and servants were busy with torches at the entrance of the village, and the shouts of burdened pack beasts; On the earthen embankment over there, behind rows of dog's foot logs, campfires were also burning everywhere. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Excellency Artalberg, they are ready to resist to the end because of the small victory of the day, and they also have delusions about taking the fortress of Meritane. I think that tomorrow will be a contemptible tactical ploy that will cause them to be in disarray—the breakthrough will be on the right flank of the enemy's army, where most of the unstable Arnies have been coerced into joining the army, and Gawain treats them like slaves, and their battle flags are more vain than the regular ones. ”

At the moment when all the army of Danishmund was waiting for him, at the western exit of the village of Ashlon, the bell of the pack beast rang slightly, and flew into the sky of black and morning light, and they dragged the carts, on which lay wounded soldiers, and began to run up the Sanus River, followed by a large number of detachments of infantry, who silently carried all kinds of equipment on their backs, and lined up in a queue - Merlot ordered, and all the bulky equipment and baggage were discarded in the village, Soldiers are only allowed to carry three things: silver coins, all weapons and armor, and several days' marching rations!

In the early hours of the morning, still behind the hall were the cavalry on the left and right flanks, and the more than a dozen cavalrymen in the village who were responsible for staying behind to observe.

But the village was still well fortified, the flags were in order, the grass was boundless on all sides, swaying in the cold morning breeze, a stream turned into it, and a thin mist mixed with frost surrounded it with a kind of static terror. In the formation of the Turks, neither Kudb, Firuz, nor Hector dared to attack rashly, and finally they passed the buck to each other, and decided to keep the charge ready on both flanks, and then sent an outpost of 400 Turkmen and 100 Armenian armored infantry to approach the village and conduct armed reconnaissance.

So this outpost team, first cautiously under the cover of the light cavalry behind, walked to a few hundred feet in front of the east entrance of the village, and then formed a shield array, and set up four fire tankers, "Launch!" "At the swing of Commander Bey's sword, several fiery canisters tumbled in mid-air, smashing into various buildings at the entrance of the village, and then burst into flames with the wind—and then the Turkmen archers also stepped forward to fire their lit fire arrows into the back of the wall.

After about a quarter of an hour of such busyness, a group of heavily armored Armenian soldiers slowly raised their shields, cautiously leaned under the earthen wall, then raised their shields, and began to climb up with the same caution, "Don't push me, don't push ......me" and curses and complaints rang out.

Suddenly, a violent drum beat sounded in the village, which frightened several Armenian soldiers who had just climbed the edge of the earthen wall, and directly leaned against their companions below, and rolled down, and then everyone shouted in fright, thinking that the task force would come out with long swords and axes, and ran backwards in a swarm!

The Danishmund infantry in the rear also bowed down in terror, fearing that the enemy would push the dreaded "Red Hand Cannon" (the nickname given to the five-pole cannon by the Danishmund because its swinging arms were painted ochre and resembled a human hand rummaging their fingers) and smash the heavy and deadly stone pellets on their heads. It wasn't until the Beys, whipped with horsewhips and kicked with boots, that order was restored, and then in the villages over there, the fog was thick and the drums were still beating, but the opposing soldiers were not seen to come out.

"You go up in person!" In the end, Hector was forced to go to the front line, and led the frightened Armenian soldiers, walking through the layers of corpses that had not yet converged, and climbed up the earthen wall again, enduring the non-stop drumming sound, and moved away from the wreckage of the carriage under the earthen wall, and the wooden fence antlers, and then Hector turned in, and saw the passage between the burning houses, zigzag, and behind the fog was a blurred black shadow, it was difficult to tell whether it was a broken wall, or a wall, or an array. Under Hector's helmet, cold sweat flowed, and he walked in front with a heavy step and a shield, and in the fog it was not clear whether he would shoot an arrow feather at himself, or if someone would suddenly come out of the ruins and slash his fragile neck with a battle axe......

The drums drew nearer and closer, and dozens of Armenians were close to each other, each as nervous as Hector, and then finally behind the wall, Hector heard the drums from behind him, and Hector, with all his courage, shouted and turned in, sword in hand—the sight before him almost scared him to death—a ghostly white drummer, crouched on a fallen rafter, beating the drum incessantly, and making a terrible cry.

"Ahhhh Hector's spirit was almost broken, and all the sights before him were spinning rapidly, and he couldn't make out the sight, and he screamed and chopped the sword in his hand everywhere, and the broken wood and dust flew everywhere, and the drummer was frightened, and screamed even harder.

It wasn't until the stunned soldiers behind him held Hector in his hands that the sweaty and prostration stopped waving his hand and chopping, "It's a sheep, it's a sheep!" After the anxious reminder sounded in his ears, Hector gasped for breath, and only then did he see the true body of the "soul drummer" opposite: it was indeed a white sheep, and Gawain's brigade liked to bring a batch for milk production, its mouth and forelimbs were tied with ropes, and it was hung from the broken rafters, and it kept kicking and beating its hind hooves in a panic, and it made a thumping sound when it slapped on the drum surface.

Hector's face was contorted, he cried out, took his sword, stepped forward bravely, and plunged into the belly of the hanging sheep, killing the terrible "adversary" beautifully.

Now the fog dissipated, and suddenly the crowd erupted into extremely nervous voices, because in front of them, also through the wall, suddenly turned out several Guardian Brigade Flame Tongue Flags, and were moving rapidly, could there really be an ambush! Everyone was in a mess, weapons were thrown everywhere, and some soldiers were directly paralyzed on the ground in fright, "Quiet, quiet!" Get in line! An Armenian nobleman shouted in a trill, and then he saw several mules, with their heads bowed and squeaking, pulling two Glamorgan's carts on their backs, with a few axes, guns and flags on them, coming out from behind the low wall......

By the time Kudb rode into the village in a fit of rage, the two wings of the Merlot task force had retreated several quaurges away, and he had been completely fooled! (To be continued.) )