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If Giovanni's order had been carried out well, the mules and horses had returned to the camp and had come with more men to sack the Rhodoc camp. In Giovanni's book, it is estimated that the camp will be plundered to its pristine state, and even the most cunning boar will not smell the slightest hint that there have been hundreds of people in this place.

The most sharp soldiers have been sent to Little East Lake by the Count, and the resistance we will encounter will be either a few mercenaries with evil intentions or demoralized local peasants. One way or another, we will not encounter an army of organized resistance, which is why our morale is high. Our small expeditionary force was nothing to mention in a campaign of the scale of the Riverlands, but in these unguarded rear, we could be the most important force.

One of the Valan knights' horses began to strain in the morning, and he walked tremblingly, which made him look like a noble girl who had just learned to ride a horse, which made everyone really happy. But the horse had a stinking smell, and when it came near anyone, they would shout at the guy and let him stay somewhere else. As we walked down the hill from a burned manor, the horse went limp, and threw the Valan knight off.

At this time, many people, including me, found it strange. Horses may have tummy problems, but they are definitely not so serious. We looked around and saw that the horse's eyes were red and swollen, his teeth were not right, and his mouth was chewing white foam.

"Damn," said a farmer, rolling his lips at the horse, looking at the gums inside, to the people around him, "there's something wrong with this horse." ”

Almost all the samurai began to examine their horses, and a total of six horses showed symptoms of poisoning of varying degrees.

When we found Giovanni. A Salander washes his hair: the Salander holds a skin bag aloft. Water poured out of it, and Giovanni stuck his head over and washed his hair underneath. Giovanni was very particular, he had to wash his hair once a month, the cycle was very clear, and he did not relax at all even if he was out marching and fighting.

"Prince Giovanni." One boyar warrior said, "There are old loach men among us. ”

"Oh?" Giovanni brushed his wet hair, then pulled the cloak of a boyard archer to dry it, "What's going on?" ”

"Several horses are straining, and by tomorrow morning the worst one will have their intestines pulled out."

"What did you feed the horse yesterday? Is it the forage from the camp? ”

"Nope. We didn't move the hay in the camp at all. We fed the horses at the camping place, and the forage was all mixed by our own people, and someone must have mixed poisonous weeds or medicinal powder into our hay packets. It must be those Rhodoks. ”

"They didn't have that time," Giovanni said, "and we kept an eye on them." ”

A boyar warrior threw a bundle of bags on the ground where he came, "This is yesterday's hay packet, with a few bags of oats, and salt. Just find out which big car these bags belong to. We'll know which servant is doing the problem. Find out this guy. Torture him to get out all the guys who got close to the carriage yesterday! ”

Giovanni glanced at the man. "No one will be tortured, boyar, go back to your post."

"But, Giovanni," the warrior's beard trembled slightly, "I don't want to be stabbed while I sleep!" ”

"How much is your head worth?" Giovanni asked his horse to be brought over, "I'll sleep around you, I'll be the first to be stabbed, go back!" ”

As the crowd gathered around him, Giovanni mounted his horse and let the boyar legionnaires lead his men and his squad on.

"Boys," Giovanni asked a few of his guards to urge the soldiers onward, "we'll camp in the Trade Post for the night!" ”

The Valan knights stopped riding, and all dismounted, and Giovanni, after rounding the front and rear of the procession, gave his horse to the others. As we walked through the estate, we started on the hillside and headed towards the top. The horses were left at the foot of the mountain to be tended by farmers. The mercenaries were talking to each other that someone had poisoned the forage, but Giovanni decided not to pursue it.

"Hell," said Cruzkal, "I feel ashamed of who is so shameless." ”

"Not yet, you two-faced ghosts." One of the spearmen in my squad said. "There had never been anything like this before you came."

"It must be the Salanders," said Cruzkal, "and the spices in Salander are cheap like wheat husks, you know." Ninety out of a hundred spices are also poisons, so they must be Saland. ”

"Nonsense," said one of the farmer archers who followed my squad, "yesterday that trading post belonged to you Rhodoks, and it was you Rhodoks and your dogs who suffered. If there's anyone who wants revenge, it's you Rhodoks. What does it have to do with the people of Saland? ”

Cruzkar said, "The Rhodoks are also divided into three, six, nine, and so on. Indeed, Rhodoc had a bunch of wealthy merchants in foreign countries, who drank muscat wine every day and changed virgins every day. But I'm a real poor ghost. Is the trading post Rhodoc or not, and what does it have to do with me? Doesn't I get paid once a month, and don't I drink wine every day? ”

"Yes," said the first spearman, "but the two-faced ghost is the two-faced ghost, for you have betrayed the Svadians, and now you have betrayed the old loaches. It is also appropriate to be suspected. ”

Cruzkal stood still, looking at us with his waist crossed, "Hey, I said, when we fought together yesterday, the 'comrades-in-arms' and 'comrades-in-arms' were called very kindly, and after beating people, are you calling 'two-faced ghosts' again?" You Valans are good, didn't even Emperor Chanda be kept in ancient times! Now that you are working with the Wikibians, why should you rob their trading post? ”

A few of our Varans were about to curse back, when a boyar captain came up and whipped our group with a leather whip, and we returned to the queue with our heads covered, silently advancing.

After a while, Kruzkal whispered, "I say, Viktor Boyar. Since you are boyar. How could he be whipped by other boyars? ”

"I," I was a little embarrassed, "I'm just a pre-boyar, and I don't have a fief, and I don't have a fief. ”

"Then how did you get into the boyar legion?" Although Kruzkal had only been here for one day, he had a clear understanding of the class in the Varan army, and he knew that the boyar legion soldiers were the best fighters in the Varan army. Then. He seemed to think of something, "Oh! I see, are you Giovanni's own brother? ”

The surrounding Valan soldiers heard this and looked at my expression carefully, but my expression did not change, "Nonsense. Giovanni is so old, if we were born to a mother, she would probably have to be forty years old to give birth to me, have you ever seen a woman who can give birth to a son at the age of forty? ”

"Well," said Cruzkal, "it's rare, but it's not impossible. So who are you from Giovanni? Is he an illegitimate child? ”

I turned back and grabbed Kruskal's leather collar by the collar, "If you say the word 'bastard' again." I'll stab you while you're sleeping. ”

Kruzkal raised his hand to the sky. "Well, my bad. My bad. ”

Then he made eye contact with the surrounding Valan soldiers, nodding in understanding, as if they had finally asked the answer.

After the morning mist had been blown away by the wind, we looked up and saw the trading post ahead.

At this time, scolding was heard everywhere, and the newly defected mercenaries were silent, as if they had known the situation here for a long time.

I looked at the outpost and realized why, when the first outpost fell, it was unguarded, and no large number of scouts had been sent to spy on us: it was built on top of a hill, surrounded by almost all cliffs, and only one direction led to the smooth slope, but it was in this direction that the men of the outpost had dug down the stone walls on both sides of the road, and now the road was covered with large piles of logs and huge ashlars. It would take at least thirty men to work for five days to clear the path, and the Outpost could send archers to fire arrows behind the barricades during this time.

The Valans scolded the mercenaries for not telling them the terrain in advance, and Giovanni frowned as he listened to the reports of several mercenary leaders around him.

Kruzkal knew he was going to be scolded again, so he said in advance, "I said, this is not our fault. I've been here once, and if you want to talk about the situation here, Giovanni should know for himself. I wonder if you have wings or something, why do you dare to attack this place directly? I thought you were going to besiege this place and wait another three months, when they would come out and surrender when they had eaten all their food. ”

Trimester. Hmph, at that time, the earl had already taken Little East Lake City, and then he had his hands free to clean up us.

Giovanni stood in front of us, his left hand crossed at his waist and his right hand on his eyebrows, looking out at the trading post in the distance.

More than a hundred soldiers looked at Giovanni with the sun, licking their sweaty lips.

I guess Giovanni will probably order the withdrawal of his troops, or put on another comedy of mercenary mutiny? At that time, one of us Varans was going to stare at four or five two-faced ghosts?

But Giovanni didn't do anything, he waved his hand, and a few Salanders who had been following us from the camp came out.

I would have thought that these Salanders were a bunch of fellows, because they spent most of their time just looking at a few vats, and the rest of the time they did nothing but lay down on the carts and rested. This time I brought them over, and I thought Giovanni was going to improve the food again.

What are they doing at this time?

Giovanni turned back and ordered the men, and these men pushed out several wagons, from which a few large wheels were unloaded, and I remembered that in the forest camp, Giovanni had dismantled the abandoned carriage with four wheels, and then, these Salanders propped up a shed with a few large skins and wooden poles. Eventually, they moved several large barrels into the carport.

This process lasted two hours.

We sat bored on the floor and watched Giovanni make a fuss.

"I say," Cruzcal leaned over and said, "I don't mean to be offended, but what is Prince Giovanni doing?" ”

"Who knows?" I said, "Maybe throw the beef bucket in front and lure the people out of the trading post." ”

We sat cross-legged on the ground, yawning, and watched as the Salanders slowly moved towards the barricades.

The Salander suddenly fled from the leather hut and hid behind a large rock, and then a puff of black smoke and white light came out of the shed.

With a lewd smile, Kruzkar seemed to be about to turn around and tell us some kind of joke.

But we didn't hear anything, because the loud noise and the impact of the impact made us fall back to the ground in an instant.