Chapter 45: A New Campaign

After the attack, the soldiers of the Third Regiment stopped. ()

Soon after, the officer at the front of the queue sent a herald to check what was going on. It is estimated that those people have been preparing for this sneak attack for a long time, and it is possible that they have been lying in ambush in the distant woods since yesterday, and they will not approach the sneak attack until the Swadian army is about to completely pass through.

However, these peasants were too poor to have any effect on the army. But in any case, the attack on the baggage soldiers still surprised the legion commanders a little.

A short time later, the legionnaire commander, who was obviously impatient, rode over. When his father saw him, he could not help but feel sad for his mount, he was a mountain of meat, and the horse did not look brisk at all, and every step was very difficult.

The regimental commander did not wear armor, he wore a well-made linen smock with a leather cloak behind his back. Led by his father and Lagrange, the regimental commander came over, took out a towel and wiped his shiny forehead, and asked angrily, "What about the captives?" ”

A few soldiers carefully brought the dejected men over, and they were not afraid to see the soldiers with swords and swords, but when they knew that the commander of the army had come to see them, they all trembled and huddled together as if they were about to be punished.

"Damn," the Legion Commander asked his father as he walked, "I heard it's a Swadia?" Uh'''I don't remember you, who are you?'' ”

"Your Excellency, I'm Arcadio the second, and I reported to you a few days ago. That's right, my lord, these people are Swadiaans, who have lived on the territory of the Vycians since the North Sea War. ”

"Arcadio, is that Arcadio from Garmic?"

"Yes."

"I thought you were a Rhodoc."

"My father is from Rhodoc."

The complexity of the matter exceeded the regimental commander's expectations, and the simple greetings seemed to be over. The Legion Commander immediately changed the content of the conversation: "Why did those Svadians come to attack us, don't they know that we are also Swadians?" ”

"Your Excellency," said my father, pushing his hand away from the crowd of soldiers watching the excitement, "I have not yet interrogated them. ”

"Oh," the Legion Commander nodded at his father, "I heard you're brave. ”

The father thanked him, and the commander walked up to the captives, surrounded by several of his subordinates.

By this time the baggage soldiers had all passed through the riverbank, and the traces left by the attack had made these soldiers feel a little upset in their hearts, and they hurriedly whipped the oxen and mules pulling the carts, thinking only of rushing to the camp as soon as possible.

It was past noon, and there were still four hours to go into the small village ahead to camp, and after nightfall, no one wanted to march on the plain. I heard that those Nords can see ants in the dark, and if they were to fight at night, the people of the Third Regiment would probably be dizzy and their own people would fight each other.

Lagrange was boasting about his bravery to several captains, and his father noticed that Lagrange had copied all his exploits in riding into the forest to pursue the sneak attackers, but changed his name.

When Lagrange was spitting, his father had already walked behind him, and at this time his father noticed the suspicion on the faces of Lagrange's comrades, who were obviously full of doubts about Lagrange's words.

"Hey, I say," asked a big fat man in a chainmail blouse, with a big belly, "and you ran to my team just now, saying you were going to race against my own soldiers. How could you suddenly run to the end of the line and chase down the attackers? ”

"Yes, Lagrange", a bald old man spat aside, "I found that when the team started to turn back in a mess, you still stayed with me, saying 'I don't know what's going on behind it, so it's not good to go back' or something." ”

The situation in Lagrange took a turn for the worse, and my father realized at this time that the inside of the Third Regiment could still doubt each other's courage.

The father stepped forward, and instead of being embarrassed, Lagrange seemed to have seen some savior: "Hey, look who's coming, I'll introduce you to you, in Garmic, the warriors who cooperated with our Rendi taught the tough guy of the Salanders a hard lesson, Lord Arcadio"

Several people around seemed to know about the father, so they all cautiously expressed politeness to the father, the father was a little strange in his heart, it was a good thing to be respected, but being respected by the people of the third regiment seemed to be a little sour.

"Arcadio" Lagrange gets straight to the point, "Tell these cowards that my soldiers are driving out those attackers with you?" Am I saying to you that if I die, my soldiers will be under your command? ”

Lagrange skillfully connects two events that happened at different times, and then sets off a righteous and awe-inspiring heroic image.

Father frowned, "That's true, but"

Lagrange would not let his father finish his sentence, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, will God's mother lie on Arcadio?" Are you suspicious of our comrades-in-arms? Do you doubt the bloody heroes of Garmic, I'm ashamed of you?"

The father was shocked to find that this Lagrange was very logical, and very good at selectively emphasizing certain attributes of a thing, and then making the whole thing sound completely different, and you can't say that he was talking nonsense. It's a pity that this kind of person didn't become a judge to play with words.

The captains knew that it was not interesting to continue, so they greeted their father and went back to organize their teams.

There was a delay of more than an hour from the time the attack stopped to the time when it started again, and the distance between the third regiment and the main force was even farther away during these times, but at this time, the liaison officers should have told the troops in front of them about the situation here, so that the people in front were on guard.

The commander of the legion led a dozen horsemen along the line, and the soldiers continued to march in silence after the commotion had ended. Looking forward from the back of the line, the soldiers looked like a tightly packed pine forest, their spears in the bushes had a sharp beauty, and with the flags fluttering in the wind every few dozen paces, the whole army looked full of majestic strength.

My father turned back from his contemplation and suddenly found that Lagrange had his left hand on his waist and his right hand on his eyebrows. If he didn't think about what had happened before, his father was almost overwhelmed by Lagrange's imposingness, thinking that this was an officer as resolute as Dimitri or Cesar.

"This '''Lagrange'''", the father didn't know what to say.

"Yes, I'm listening."

My father was trying to figure out how to tell Lagrange not to pull himself into giving him perjury in the future. Then the two horsemen rode over, lifted their masks on their horses, and saluted their father and Lagrange. Behind them, the captives followed on foot, tied with their hands tied and tied in strings.

When he looked at these people, my father suddenly remembered that he had been tethered all the way through the wilderness like this many years ago.

Thinking of this, my father unconsciously said, "These Svadians"

Lagrange stopped looking into the distance at this time, and began to notice these people rising, "Damn, it's really all us Swadians." What do you think they have been bewitched about, how can they come and attack us? ”

"It's hard to say."

"I suspect that the Wikiians bought them, I heard that the invincible Wright led a group of Swadians who were bought by the Wikibians, but fortunately, those people were enlightened and knew to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, but these people'''"

The captives bowed their heads, and several of them were wounded, blood dripping from their clothes.

When the father didn't know how to answer, he let out a scream from the captive.

An old man turned back and pleaded with the soldiers to let him carry his son's body, but the soldiers ignored his pleas. It was these people who almost killed themselves just now, and even if they were Swadiaans, the soldiers would not show the slightest mercy.

"Hurry up old thing," a soldier kicked the old man in the shin, knocking him to his knees.

"What's going on?" Father asked.

"Sir," a soldier saw the white dove coat of arms on his father's chest, and knew that it was a noble son, so he bowed his head and saluted, "This old thing's son's head has been opened." We're going to burn the dead man, but he wants to carry his son on his back, and I don't want to take a dead man on the road. ”

"Good work," the old man kneeling on the ground prayed.

Father could tell that the old man's accent was very similar to that of the Deherim. Indeed, Zhivadin and Dekhrim were originally brothers, and if it had not been for the North Sea War, which separated the two cities, Zhivadin and Deherim would now be almost all relatives.

The man with the knife spoke with the same accent as the person being bound, and the scene suddenly touched the father.

"Let this old man go," said my father, after a moment's thought, "these corpses are left to this old man, and he must not come after us with these undead." ”

Several soldiers looked at each other, obviously not expecting this officer to give such an order, "Sir, the commander of the regiment told us to take good care of these people, saying that it was handed over to Prince Frederick himself for questioning in the evening. ”

"It's okay to have one less person. He's a Swadia, let him go back and tell the Swadia diaspora on the road that we have no ill will. Let him go, and if something goes wrong, I'll carry it. ”

Hearing his father's last words, Lagrange's pride burned with relief, "That's right, follow Mr. Arcadio's words as an old man, we are all Svadiaans, if you hadn't taken the initiative to sneak attack us, your son would still be alive and kicking up women in the village to write down this lesson, and then tell the people on this road, whoever is a thief again, this is the end"

The old man was crying and kneeling, crawling over to kiss their boots.

A soldier cut the rope that was tied to the old man's hand with a knife and shouted at him, "Those dead are yours, we have done you good enough, if you turn back, you will lead people to our troubles, and the next time I see you, I will send you to your son."

The old man crawled all the way to his son's side, hugging the dead young man and kissing and talking. When the captives saw that someone had been released to dispose of the corpses, they cried out,

"Daddy, my brother asked you to tell his wife"

"Brother, my son will help me clean up. We don't have a family anymore, so let's find a good place to bury it. ”

"That's my dad, take him back to the village, please"

When these screams were heard, the surrounding Swadia soldiers were speechless.

At this time, they understood why their predecessors were under so much pressure in the Rhodok Mountains twenty years ago, and some of them would rather be deserters than go to war. The steel knife was cut down, and every scream was vaguely local, as if those were their neighbors, and if they could still raise the butcher knife without hesitation, then people's hearts would have to be as hard as steel.

"Don't look at it", Lagrange also felt that something might go wrong if he let the soldiers watch, so he ordered the soldiers to move on.

When the soldiers were gone* and my father was the last, he took a purse from his bosom and threw it to the old man.

"Let them go well".

The old man looked at his father with teary eyes, "Thank you, sir." This sentence was weak, and my father didn't want to look at it anymore, so he took the horse and went forward.

When my father arrived at the queue, he found the soldiers looking ahead in a panic. My father noticed that the horizon was dusty, and it seemed that there were quite a few people there, but he did not know whether they were enemy troops or people from the 1st and 2nd Regiments.

Several of the scouts ran back against the line, and my father heard them shouting and ordering: "The battle queue advances, the baggage soldiers cross the river at the stone bridge ahead, and the rest of the people march forward in the battle line."

After a while, my father learned that an unknown group of 1,500 to 2,000 men had quickly crossed the woods at noon, and when my father and his party were attacked, the team began to cut in from the east, and their intention was obvious: to cut off the third regiment from the front troops.

Between the banks of the Tyre River and the villages where the troops at the front were camping, the Nords hoped to cut off the entire Swadian ranks. This bold attack made my father vigilant, and the Nord army dared to use itself as a wedge into the Swadian army, so emboldened either because they were fools or because the Nords had something to rely on.

Thinking of this, my father not only looked at the surrounding terrain: the encircling force in front, this assault team, '''Is there a Nord's receiving force around?'''

"Scout scout," the father shouted.

Several scouts heard their father's call and ran over to answer his father's question.

"What's going on around here?"

"We searched the woods yesterday afternoon and found no situation"

"What about today?"

"After today's attack, we have increased the search area, searched the surrounding area for five miles, but found no enemy"

"Hell, are you rice buckets? Five miles? The Nord have run five miles long, and it is estimated that your sword is still in the sheath to increase the search range to ten miles."

"Yes, General"

A few scouts sped away.

The place was not for a moment for his father, who told Lagrange his thoughts, and when he heard of the possible danger, Lagrange took it very seriously. The commander of the regiment, presumably taking into account the possible danger, once again conveyed the order for a hasty march, and on the opposite bank of the stone bridge in front was a large plain, and there was no enemy at the end of the sight, from which the baggage soldiers could take a shortcut to the village. Fifty cavalrymen had already received orders to meet the baggage.

Now the main forces of the 3rd Regiment must be rushed to the battlefield as soon as possible.

As soon as they crossed the stone bridge, the soldiers began to trot.

The shouts of killing in the distance grew louder and louder.

The father sheathed his sword, tugged at the reins to froth Mahler's white foam, and then he covered his mask and ran toward a flag.