Blood tax

Chapter 131
The trainee knight who made a good plan grabbed his short spear, went to the cook to ask for some food for field work, and walked towards the rolling hills to the north.

The eastern plain of the Verona region is dotted with farmland and meadows.Although there are no roads in the river bank area, walking along the river beach is also very smooth.

If there's any danger, it's the rebels across the river.Griffith squinted his eyes and looked around, occasionally seeing sporadic rebel rangers moving.

If only they would take the initiative to provoke me... Griffith walked quickly, not paying attention to the possible threat.Although he didn't get the support of friendly troops, he could use his own power unscrupulously when there was only one person. In addition to the magical items such as the Corrupted Feather Fencing Sword and the Bracer of Fear, his real strength was by no means comparable to that of the conventional Sequence 8. of.

Griffith turned around a turn along the river, and saw five grown men sitting around eating dry food.Armed and disordered, they were clearly rebel scouts.

The lush aquatic plants and shrubs on the river bank provide excellent concealment, and it is impossible to tell if there are one or two bandits hidden inside without going close.

The strongest man among them was wearing a leather armor with a long sword in his hand. He should be the corporal leader of the group.Four others were unarmoured, but three carried crude lances, and one had a bow and arrows on his back.

Griffith moved closer to them almost without making a sound.It wasn't until he appeared in front of him that the five people sitting on the ground noticed him and jumped up in shock.

The excellent mail armor and the standard weapon in his hand immediately revealed his identity, not to mention the emblem of the second-level squad leader on his armor.

The outpost of the rebels was placed so close to the barracks, Commander Maglius was too careless.Griffith glanced at the group of five in front of him one by one, pointing to the big guy at the head: "Take off your leather armor."

As soon as the words fell, a rebel armed with a short gun rushed forward screaming.His steps were messy and he looked untrained.

Without waiting for him to approach, Griffith slid a step forward, drew out the fencing sword with his left hand and cut his throat, and then stabbed the short spear in his right hand to one side, stabbing the frantic archer to the ground.

"Kill!" The leader of the rebel corps leader swung his sword at him.His imposing manner and strength were somewhat interesting, but he was easily avoided by the trainee knight, stabbed his right leg with a shot and fell to the ground.

The remaining two bandits panicked at that moment, one of them dropped his short gun and ran into the river screaming, while the other one froze in place, trembling with his broken gun.

The rebels were inexperienced in combat.Griffith turned a thought in his mind, but his hands and feet didn't stop.He picked up a short gun with one foot, grabbed it with his hand and threw it at the fleeing rebels.

"Puff!" The rebels who fled into the river had their chest pierced through, and fell into the river with a plop.

"My lord, have mercy~" The last rebel threw away the weapon in his hand, knelt down on the ground and cried.

"Why are you and the lackey of the nobles begging for mercy! Useless things!" The corporal who was stabbed in the thigh cursed while holding his wound, his mouth was full of local swear words that Griffith was not familiar with, and finally came at him again A ruthless saying, "If you want to kill, kill!"

Griffith nodded, and then stabbed the captain's throat with a gun, stirring it up.The big man who was still yelling just now let out a strange grunt, and blood sprayed out of his mouth.

He drew back his short spear, took off the captain's long sword and hung it on his waist, and turned to look at the only remaining rebels.

"What's your mission? Where's the camp from?"

As he asked, he peeled off the leather armor of the captain of the rebel army, and gestured on himself, which actually fit him quite well.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The remaining rebel short gunners screamed, "Master Lance sent us out to watch the movement of the barracks, and if there is any movement, we will cross the river and report back. We did nothing else!"

"How many of you are there, and what's the next plan?" Griffith packed up the bows, arrows and weapons on the ground and asked casually.

"There are more than 5000 people. Lord Lance said that tomorrow he will fight by the river, oh no, against the official army."

More than 5000, a lot.Griffith nodded, and slit the rebel's throat with a single swing of his sword.From the very beginning, he didn't expect to get any news from these sentries, and he didn't have any man around to escort them back, let alone release the enemy who was fighting.

Griffith, who packed up the rebel weapons, added himself a long sword, a pair of bows and arrows, and three short guns that can also be used for throwing.The biggest gain was the set of leather armor, which further improved his protection.Although the weight of the equipment has increased a lot, it is still within his tolerance.

The setting sun gradually sinks into the distance.In the afterglow of the setting sun, Griffith could vaguely see the outline of a castle.

There is the Beit Manor where Sonia and her classmates were trapped, and more than 5000 vicious rebels are scattered nearby.Thinking of this, Griffith's heart began to beat faster.

After walking like this for a while, the sky was getting dark.

Three cavalrymen suddenly appeared at the foot of the distant mountain, galloping along the river bank.

Are there rebel scouts here too, or cavalry?Griffith glanced at the dark forest, wondering if there really was a large group of rebel camps hidden there, otherwise why would he place precious cavalry sentries here.

The sentry also found Griffith, and the three of them rushed towards him immediately.

Well, since you're here, let's all stay here.Griffith took off the three short guns and bows and arrows from his back and stuck them on the ground.Since joining the army, he has never focused on archery, and his long-distance shooting accuracy is average, but he still has some experience in spear throwing.

The three cavalry were approaching.They are not elite soldiers who can ride and shoot, and the horses under their crotch are not good horses, they just charged towards them with their sabers raised.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, Griffith pulled out a short gun and weighed it in his hand, and threw it vigorously at the cavalry in front of him.

The short gun made a sharp whistle in the air.A cloud of blood bloomed on the rider's chest, and he fell off the horse with his head raised.The companion on his right hand was taken aback, and subconsciously reined in the horse.

Immediately afterwards, there was another neigh in the air, and the short spear hit the stopped horse thief in the waist and abdomen, shooting him off his horse.

The two horses, which had lost their riders, were frightened and ran away.

The only remaining cavalry also became ruthless, and charged forward with their swords on their horses.Griffith didn't have time to throw the third javelin, bent over and rolled over to one side.

One person and one ride just like this.Before the cavalry could turn their horses around, Griffith had already caught up and slashed at the rebel rider's back with a sword.

While Griffith cut down the rider, he also grabbed the frightened horse and managed to calm it down.

Look back at the rebels on the ground.His waist was almost broken in the middle, and he had been out of breath for a long time.The remaining two people have also died, and there is not even a living person to ask.

Griffith took the captured horse and inspected the bodies of the killed rebels one by one.

The meaning of this group of scouts is different from the previous one. They are better equipped and have horses.Since they have deployed more security forces near this hill, there must be something hidden in this mountain forest.

Griffith looked out over the hills that were sinking into darkness.Riding a horse in this kind of mountainous area without roads can't walk, and it's easy to expose yourself.Thinking of this, he tied the horse he had just captured to a nearby tree trunk, and walked in by himself.

What could be hiding?

ambush?Perhaps the rebels were preparing to deploy another force before the next morning's battle, threatening Veronese's army with sheer force.

Evil sacrifice?Also quite possible.

Griffith walked up the Beit River.The difference in terrain made the water flow in this area turbulent, and the sound of the water well covered his footsteps and actions.

After groping in the woods for half an hour, it was completely dark.Suddenly several bright fires flickered in the dark woods.

Griffith hurriedly hid in the bushes, approaching the light under the cover of branches and leaves.

Surprisingly, a [-]-meter-long stone dam stands in the mountain forest, which is very solidly repaired with huge stones.There is also a mountain reservoir behind the stone dam that can't be seen at a glance.

Hundreds of men in short jackets are gathering in front of the dam.They poured oil on the boulders of the dam, set them on fire, poured cold river water on the stones when they were red hot, and then took big axes and heavy hammers to beat the broken stones.At the excavated embankment, they used huge tree trunks to block the flow of water and temporarily keep the reservoir from breaching.

Griffith was taken aback. Judging from the size of the reservoir, once the stone dam breaks, the flood will turn the downstream into a swamp country.The terrain of the regular army stationed by Maglius was very low, and it would be dangerous if there was a sudden flash flood at night.

If the control is good, the rebels can even dig embankments to release water when Maglius's men cross tomorrow.

What a malevolent and decisive strategy I have learned!

Griffith admired the rebel leader from the bottom of his heart, and then began to think about his own actions.

The progress of the rebels' project is very fast, and a section of the embankment has been destroyed.Once they start burning the tree trunks, the breached dikes quickly collapse in their entirety.

The rebels gathered here also have dozens of soldiers patrolling with weapons. There is a camp on the farther west bank. There may be more manpower and warriors hidden there. Griffith alone can do nothing to interfere. less than.

Griffith shook his head helplessly, and retreated into the darkness to prepare to retreat.If Commander Maglius sent him more people, he might still be able to make a difference, but the current situation is beyond his ability, and the only thing he can do is to return to the camp as soon as possible to call the police.

At this moment, there was a slight noise in the darkness.The bushes behind him seemed to be crushed and broken by something.Griffith took advantage of the situation and swung the short gun in his hand towards the place where the sound came from.

The dazzling silver light flashed, breaking Griffith's short spear in two, tearing off the leather armor, and tearing a flame on the mail armor.

(End of this chapter)