The well-calculated trainee knight grabbed his short spear, went to the cook to beg for some field food, and walked towards the rolling hills to the north.
The eastern plains of the Verona region are dotted with farmland and meadows. Although there are few roads in the riverbank area, walking along the riverbank is very smooth.
If there is any danger, it is the rebels on the other side of the river. Griffith squinted his eyes and looked around, and occasionally he could see sporadic rebels riding around.
If only they took the initiative to provoke me... Griffith walked quickly, not caring about possible threats. Although he did not receive support from friendly forces, he could use his power unscrupulously when he was alone.
, coupled with the Corrupted Feather Fencing Sword, Fear Bracers and other magical items that he carries with him, his true strength is by no means comparable to that of a regular Sequence 8.
Griffith rounded a bend along the river and saw five adult men sitting around eating dry food. They carried weapons with them and wore messy clothes. They were obviously rebel sentries.
The lush aquatic plants and shrubs along the river bank provide excellent concealment. It is impossible to tell whether there are one or two bandits hiding inside unless you get closer.
The strongest man among them wore a leather armor and had a long sword in his hand. He should be the leader of the group. The other four were not wearing armor, but three of them were carrying crude short spears, and one was carrying a bow and arrows.
Griffith approached them without making any sound. It was not until he appeared in front of them that the five people sitting on the ground noticed him and jumped up in surprise.
The sophisticated 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 rebel outpost was actually placed so close to the military camp. Commander Maglius was too careless. Griffith glanced at the five people in front of him one by one and pointed to the big man leading him: "Take your
Take off the leather armor."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rebel armed with a short gun rushed up with a shout. His steps were messy and he looked untrained.
Griffiths took a step forward without waiting for him to get close. He drew out his sword with his left hand and slit his throat. Then he stabbed the short spear in his right hand to one side, stabbing the hurried archers on the side to the ground.
“Kill!” The leader of the rebel army swung his sword and slashed at him. His momentum and strength were somewhat interesting, but he was easily avoided by the trainee knight, who stabbed his right leg with a gunshot and fell to the ground.
The remaining two bandits panicked at that time. One of them threw away his short gun and ran towards the river screaming, while the remaining one froze on the spot and trembled while holding the broken gun.
The rebels lacked combat experience. Griffith had an idea in his mind, but his hands and feet did not stop. He picked up a short gun with one foot, reached out and grabbed it and threw it at the fleeing rebels.
“Puff!” The rebels who fled into the river were stabbed through the chest and fell into the river with a splash.
“Sir, please spare my life~” The last rebel dropped his weapon and fell to his knees on the ground, crying.
"Why are you begging for mercy with the noble's lackey! Useless thing!" The corps commander who was stabbed in the thigh covered the wound and cursed, full of local swear words that Griffith was unfamiliar with, and finally pointed at him again.
A cruel saying, "If you want to kill, kill!"
Griffith nodded, and then stabbed the captain's throat with a gun, causing it to stir. The big man who had been shouting just now made a weird gurgling sound from his mouth, and blood foam spurted out from his mouth.
He withdrew his short spear, took off the captain's long sword and hung it on his waist. He turned around and looked at the remaining rebels.
“What is your mission? Which camp are you coming from?”
As he asked, he peeled off the leather armor of the rebel captain and tried it on himself. It actually fit him quite well.
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!” The remaining rebel short-gunners screamed, “Lord Lance sent us out to keep an eye on the movements of the military camp. 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 collected the bows, arrows and weapons on the ground and asked casually.
"There are more than 5,000 people. Lord Lance said that he will attack them by the river tomorrow, oh no, he will fight against the army."
More than five thousand, a lot of money. Griffith nodded, waved his sword and slit the rebels' throats. From the beginning, he had no hope of getting any information from these sentries, and he didn't have anyone around him who could.
It is impossible to escort them back, let alone release the enemy who is fighting.
After packing up the rebel weapons, Griffith added himself a long sword, a pair of bows and arrows, and three short spears that could also be used for throwing. The biggest gain was the 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 sank into the distance. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Griffith could vaguely see the outline of a castle.
That was the Bate Manor where Sonia and her classmates were trapped, and there were more than 5,000 vicious rebels scattered nearby. When he thought of this, Griffith's heart began to beat faster.
We walked like this for a while, and the sky was getting dark.
Three cavalry suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance, galloping along the river bank.
There are also rebel sentries here, or are they cavalry? Griffith looked at the dark mountain forest and wondered whether there really was a large group of rebel camps hidden there, otherwise why would precious cavalry sentries be deployed here.
The sentry also discovered Griffith, and the three men and three horses immediately rushed towards him.
Very good, since you are here, let's stay. Griffith took off the three short guns and bows on his back and stuck them on the ground. He has never focused on archery since he joined the army. The accuracy of long-distance shooting is average, but for
There is also quite a bit of experience in spear throwing.
The three cavalrymen are approaching. They are not elite soldiers who can ride and shoot, and their horses are not good horses. They just charge towards them with their sabers raised.
Seeing the cavalry approaching, Griffiths pulled out a short gun, weighed it in his hand, and threw it hard at the cavalry in front of him.
The short spear made a sharp roar in the air. A ball of blood bloomed on the rider's chest, and he threw his head up and fell off the horse. The companion on his right hand was shocked and subconsciously reined in the horse.
Following that, there was another neighing sound 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 that lost their riders were frightened and turned around and ran away.
The remaining cavalry also became fierce and rushed forward with their swords on their horses. Griffith had no time to throw the third lance, and he bent down and rolled to one side.
One man and one horse moved forward like this. Before the cavalry could turn their horses, Griffiths had already caught up with him and slashed at the rebel rider's waist with his sword.
While Griffith cut down the rider, he also grabbed the frightened horse and managed to calm it down.
Looking back at the rebel on the ground. His waist was almost broken, and he was no longer breathing. The remaining two people were also dead, and there was no one left to ask questions.
Griffith took the captured horses and inspected the corpses of the slain rebels one by one.
The meaning of this group of sentinels is different from the previous group. They are better equipped and have horses. The patrol location is far away from possible battlefields and expeditionary camps. Since they have deployed more security forces near these hills
, there must be something hidden in this mountain forest.
Griffith looked at the hills that were gradually sinking into darkness. It was impossible to ride a horse in this roadless mountainous area, and it was easy to expose oneself. Thinking of this, he tied the horse he had just captured to a nearby tree trunk, and he
Went in on foot.
What could be hidden?
Ambush? Perhaps the rebels were preparing to launch another force before the battle the next morning to intimidate Verona's army with their huge force.
Evil sacrifice? Very possible too.
Griffith walked up the Beit River. The terrain difference made the water in this area become turbulent, and the sound of the water concealed his footsteps and movements well.
After groping for half an hour in the woods, it was completely dark. Several bright, flickering lights suddenly appeared in the dark woods.
Griffith hurriedly hid in the bushes, using the cover of branches and leaves to approach the light.
There is a 100-meter-long stone dam standing in the mountain forest. It is built with huge rocks and is very solid. Behind the stone dam, there is a mountain reservoir that can be seen at a glance.
Hundreds of big men in short clothes were gathering in front of the dam. They poured oil on the boulders used to build the dam and set them on fire. After the rocks were red-hot, they poured cold river water on them, then picked up axes and heavy hammers to beat them.
Broken stones. At the dug embankment, they used huge tree trunks to block the flow of water and temporarily prevent the reservoir from breaching.
Griffith was shocked. Judging from the scale of the reservoir, once the stone dam bursts, the flood will turn the downstream into a marsh. The regular army stationed under the command of Maglius is located in a very low terrain, and a sudden flash flood at night will be very dangerous.
Less.
If the control is good, the rebels can even dig a dike and release water when Maglius's people are halfway across.
What a vicious and decisive strategy, I learned it!
Griffith admired the rebel leader from the bottom of his heart, and then began to think about his own actions.
The rebels are progressing very quickly and have already destroyed a section of the embankment. Once they start burning tree trunks, the breached embankment will soon collapse as a whole.
The rebels gathered here also had dozens of soldiers patrolling with weapons. There was a camp farther on the west bank, where more men and warriors might be hidden. Griffith alone could not even interfere.
Less than.
Griffith shook his head helplessly and retreated into the darkness to prepare for retreat. If Commander Maglius sent more men to him, he might still be able to do something, but the current situation is beyond his ability.
All we could do was return to the camp as soon as possible and call the police.
At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from the darkness. The bush behind him seemed to be broken by something. Griffith waved the short gun in his hand towards the place where the sound came from.
The dazzling silver light flashed, breaking Griffith's short spear into two pieces, tearing open the leather armor, and tearing out a streak of fire on the mail armor.