Power and Empire Chapter 65: Encounter
The full moon is sky, the night is like water
A morning breeze in the early spring, Baron Stuhan, who wore only thin clothes, was bitterly cold
are both business elites, they have the same views on many things
The group of Zivadin nobles who were panicked like bereavement dogs were deceived by the trusted Lidastorf with a word
If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, even if someone said to your ear
"Lidastorf who incited the rebellion is a ghost"
I will definitely sneer
"You got kicked by a donkey! Lidastorf is full and has nothing to do, with a bunch of nobles playing heartbeat?"
I don’t know what conspiracy the naive fat man in the city lord’s mansion has.
But Baron Steuhan can be sure
Fatty Fatty will never let this group of nobles who have a deep hatred with him continue to live
Even if it’s just lingering and kicking, live like a begging dog
According to the fat man’s personality that he must avenge his grievances, he was touched a fat butt, and he almost didn’t jump up in embarrassment
It’s a good grace to not take them all to the square and behead their heads.
The discouraged Situ Khan looked again at the low hills in the distance with dark shadow layers
On the invisible mountain road at night, a pair of invisible black hands have already dug the graves of the nobles
Waiting for these poor people who are still rejoicing on a dead end
In this age of conspiracy and betrayal, the loyalty of the nobles has long been thrown out of the sky
Since daring to rise up in rebellion, naturally I have to bear the inevitable consequences
is able to die decently like a nobleman, and it is much better than those vulgar farmers who have their heads cut off in public
Baron Steuhan refused from his heart to admit that he personally sent these poor people to death,
"I just want to take them out of prison. Is this wrong? As for being sent to death, it was Lidastorv, a traitor who was ambushing among the people, doing my shit!"
Situ Khan, who is full of self-blame, doesn’t know it, it’s on the high hills in the distance,
There are also three hundred pairs of dark eyes looking at the wandering nobles below,
I saw the nobles without hesitation getting into a pre-designed dead end
Standing on the high hills, the third squadron leader of the Samor Hussars, Tanrisus, waved his hand at his subordinates who had been waiting for a long time.
with indifferent eyes looking at the panicking nobles below is like looking at a bunch of dead people
"The bait is on the road, send a signal to the adults!"
A pine and cypress tree standing on a high hill quietly fell down
Baron Steuhan didn’t know that if he didn’t act according to the script, the third squad ambushing outside the city would also drive the nobles in the direction of Djerberburg.
will only drive to Djerber Castle with Baron Stouhan
Rivadin nobles are indispensable supporting actors in this drama
How could a fat man allow his plan to be flawed because of someone’s feelings
A pair of big hands opened the curtain of the tent where the fat man was resting, and the violent cold wind blew into the warm tent,
The brazier placed in the middle of the blowing tent sparks bursting and scattered, like red fireworks blooming in the dark night
"You can’t stabilize the point? You are a long group now, why are you still so frizzy, come on, it’s windy outside, warm up with a piece of chicken thigh!"
The fat guy looked at Crolitsart with anxious expression, and muttered as he took a piece of burnt chicken leg from the fork and threw it over
Just now because the sparks in the brazier burst, the iron fork in the fat man’s hand was directly inserted into the brazier ash, and now the chicken legs are mixed with gray and black, which is extremely ugly
, Crolitsat, who was born as a mountain-leading hunter, didn’t care about this. In the vast mountains, in order to maintain his strength, cold animal meat can still be eaten, not to mention this steaming chicken drumstick,
inadvertently patted the ashes on the chicken thigh, bite it down, the mouth is greasy
"The nobles should be on the road already!"
Looking at Crolithat who was eating with relish, the fat man who was still holding half of a greasy fat chicken drumstick in his hand hiccuped and asked unhurriedly
"Yes, sir, you are such an unknown prophet! The nobles walked into the Rock Valley without even thinking about it. In terms of time and distance, the nobles should meet the Isaheka army going south before dawn. , I have ordered the third unit of the light cavalry regiment to follow as planned. As long as they find signs of deviation or return, they will be driven away immediately. They just want to run but can’t run. If they want to live, they can only go to the end. "
Crolisart slapped the fat man's flattery, staring at the last half of the chicken leg in the fat man's hand with endless eyes, squatting on the brazier and no longer moving, his hands were roasting the heat of the brazier
The fat man didn’t see the slanderous right of Clolisart, a grunt swallowed the last half of the chicken leg into his mouth, making Crolisart disappointed.
The night in early spring is as cold as winter, the vast plains and wilderness are even more outrageous, and the roaring night wind is like a glimpse of a wall,
If it weren’t for hundreds of carriages surrounding the barracks, the makeshift tents would have been blown away by the strong winds.
Whoever stands on the outside air vent overnight, guarantees that it will freeze into popsicles before dawn,
Two consecutive days of heavy rain turned the loose dirt road underneath into a quagmire. This is a pain for the nobleman who flees for his life, and there is no good way to escape!
There are people among the panicking nobles who keep slipping and falling in the mud under their feet. If you are lucky, you can get up and continue running.
With bad luck, he rolled directly down the **** of the dark shadows, and I can’t even see the personal shadows
only heard a wailing sound like a ghost domain
"No way, people are old and can't run, so run like this! Without the Samor chasing us, we will be all dead!"
ran to the exhausted Hesalite on the mountain road, sat down on the muddy dirt road under him, leaning against a big tree, panting, breathing quickly like a leaking bellows,
looked back at the nobles who followed behind, there were only more than two hundred people. It seems that many of the left behind have rolled down the slope.
a whistling cold wind blows by, the bitter cold has already made Hesalite numb, and the bright and bright appearance of the sun has long been stained with muddy water under his feet.
Hesalite’s words resonated with other fleeing nobles
"Yes, if we run like this, we will cross over by ourselves before we see Djerber Castle! Besides, it will be bright soon, we are nobles, even if we run away, we cannot let the Samorians look at us. A joke!"
is talking about the young Lisa family heir Lisa Hepburn, which fully embodies the arrogance of the Kyoto nobles
He may be the most innocent of this group of people
I just took the family inadvertently and ran to the south for a stroll, dispelling the depressed mood of being unable to return home due to the siege of the Kujites,
As a result, it was regarded as a rebellion for no reason, and now I am still scrambling in the mud with extreme dignity,
"Fatty Samor of the dog day, don't let me go back to Kyoto, or I will cut you a thousand dollars!"
Li Sahpburn touched his muddy blond hair, thinking that the "golden man" who was popular in Kyoto had fallen into the muddy water, and swears secretly with his teeth gnashing his teeth
"Touch!"
A black shadow struck Hesalite with a sharp wind, and nailed it to the tree trunk leaning behind Hesalite
The crisp sound of impact shocked Hesalite who was resting, thinking that the president of his dignified business alliance was hit by his subordinates.
The grievances simmered in my heart for many days made Hessalite angry, and no longer cared about the noble demeanor, he shouted angrily in his mouth
"What do you want to do! Want to smash me to death to claim credit to the fat man! I am Hesalite, the president of the business alliance, as long as I leave Zivadin, the business alliance will remain ours!"
The angry Hesalite found out that the nobles who were sitting and resting just now heard their anger and stood up pale and looked at themselves as if they saw a ghost, how nervous and nervous.
There are a few timid feet trembling and covering their mouths with their hands, looking terribly frightened
Hesalite is very satisfied with the performance of the nobles. It seems that his prestige is still the same as before, unaffected by it!
"Tigers don’t show off their might, treat me as a sick cat!"
Hesalite turned around cursingly, wanting to see what was thrown over,
but saw a white short-tailed crossbow arrow nailed to the thick tree trunk behind me
the unique white triangle tail, the short arrow shaft that is only half the length of the arm,
It wasn't the Samor special arrow that shot that middle-aged nobleman in front of all the nobles three days ago, what else?
"Spread, sprinkle..."
Hesalita, who is fearful, hasn't shouted out yet, the nobles behind have already fried the pot
"The Samors are catching up!"
I don’t know who yelled. The aristocrats who were exhausted just now were like hornet stabbed, pushing each other up the **** in front of them, hoping to climb the **** in front of them earlier and be able to hide. The life-seeking arrow of Kaisamor's chasing soldiers
no one of the panicked nobles noticed, on the other side of the slope,
A tired and impatient unit is also climbing
"Road guide! Look, what kind of **** road you are taking. Didn’t you say that you can reach Riwading before dawn? Why are we just passing Sambuga now! If the fighter is delayed, I will cut off your dog’s head Hang on the city gate!"
The Marquis of Isahka pointed to the muddy team and asked the road guide around him angrily,
The road guide officer looked at the road under his feet with a pale face, and replied helplessly
"My lord, I didn’t expect Sambuga to become a swamp in heavy rain! But please don’t worry, my lord, after passing Sambuga hills, there are almost no mountain roads ahead. As long as there are no accidents, our cavalry will still You can arrive in Riwading before dawn!"
At this time, a rebel knight in leather armor rushed from the front, saw Isahka, and quickly turned over and dismounted, his voice hurriedly said.
" Report to your lord, forward scouts report. Behind the exit of Sangbuja hills, a team of more than 200 people is climbing rapidly. The captain of the scout suspected that Samor’s army might have discovered our actions, so he sent one The infantry squadron, want to seize the commanding heights before us and stop our army from advancing!"
Isahka heard that the Samor army was found at the intersection of Sambuga, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted angrily.
"Order the heavy infantry brigade to occupy the hilly exit highlands with all its strength. No matter what price they pay, if they can't get the highlands, I want their heads!"
A young nobleman relied on his good physical strength to climb the **** first~IndoMTL.com~Look at the nobleman who fell behind, just about to give a sigh of relief,
Suddenly a cold light shone in front of his eyes, and he turned his head unexpectedly, almost shouting out without being scared
Piles of black shadows holding cold light weapons are crowded on the back of the **** and crawling to their side, like a swarm of ants squirming in the dark night, the flashing cold light is just the cold light of the weapons in the black shadow’s hand
"swish"
Just when the middle-aged nobleman was about to yell loudly, an arrow shot from the shadow on the opposite side shot through his throat
The nobles who tried to climb up saw a strange scene
The first person who climbed the **** did not turn over to the other **** as they thought, but twisted and shook a few times, and then rolled down the **** like a ball from the top. ,
body hits the tree branch under the slope, the whole body croaks strangely, a muddy arrowhead is still swaying on the body
"Ah! There are people on the slope!"
The nobles have not yet reacted from the panic, they suddenly noticed that a group of black shadows appeared at the top of the slope, and they stopped at a loss.
The captain of the scout who climbed up the **** put down the horned longbow in his hand, and shot the nobleman’s throat with an arrow just now. This is the masterpiece of the captain of the scout.
Looking at the dark shadows on the other side of the hill who are still struggling to climb, one of the nearest, I can even see the face pale because of fear,
"Peasants are farmers. In front of the real army, these farmers are only equipped to wield a fork!"
He smiled contemptuously, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and yelled at the scouts behind him
"Kill all, never let go of one! Let these Samor idiot farmers know what a real warrior is!"