Captain Jerram and Baron Quinnier noticed that these days, unlike the brightly lit exterior walls of other castles and villages, the walls of Verde Village were dark.
There was no lighting, and there were no guards patrolling the wall with torches. This made him feel incredible. After being shrouded in darkness, the wall seemed to have become a silent no-man's land.
"I don't believe it. Isn't Simon this guy not worried at all that we will attack them at night?" Baron Quinnier hadn't slept yet. He squinted his eyes and looked at the somewhat desolate Verde Village under the starry sky. He couldn't understand what Simon was doing. What kind of trouble are you making?
"Then let's pick some smart soldiers, put on light armor that makes little noise, quietly climb up their village wall, open the gate, and cooperate with the army outside, shall we?"
Captain Jerram on the side said, clenching his fists involuntarily. He didn't think much about it. In his opinion, this was just a fatal mistake made by Simon, an inexperienced young man, due to his inexperience. The opportunity was right in front of him, so how could he not seize it?
"Then do as you say. If we can successfully break in, you will definitely be rewarded." Baron Quinnier thought for a while, staring at the dark village wall, but he didn't see the reason. , had to give up and nodded to Captain Jerram.
The originally quiet siege camp suddenly became agitated. Many soldiers were awakened by their superiors, and then reluctantly stood up from the ground and picked up their weapons.
"Wake up Ralph, get up and do something big." Captain Jerram shuttled back and forth in the area where his mercenaries slept, selecting those who he thought were agile and skilled as the advance team to climb the village wall.
"Take off your mail armor. This operation needs to be quiet. Too much movement will wake them up!"
Captain Jerram looked at his men who were reluctant to take off their mail armor, frowned, and added: "Take it off if you are told. Are you afraid of being stolen if you leave it here? Who dares to steal it from you?" Mail, I will chop off his hands and feed them to the dogs!”
"Okay." The selected mercenaries took off their mail armor with the help of others, leaving only a stuffed turban and a soft armor.
"Let's go, bring the ladder and move gently."
At this time, most of the serf soldiers had been rudely awakened from their dreams. Rubbing their sleepy eyes, they gathered in the open space in front of the camp with weapons, waiting for the mercenaries who sneaked onto the village wall to open the village gate.
The faint moonlight spread over the vast land, and in the silent night, a dozen sneaky shadows walked cautiously on the farmland in front of the village of Verde.
"It's strange, it looks like there's no one there." Ralph walked cautiously with his waist bent, and whispered to his companions in front of him.
Since the snow has been melting over the past few days, the moisture content in the soil is unusually high. Ralph felt that with every step he took, the sticky ground under his feet was sucking on his feet, making him spend more energy to take the next step, and at the same time, he had to be careful not to make too much noise. He hated feeling like this.
"It's indeed strange. The real situation will not be revealed until we reach the wall." The mercenary in front also lowered his voice and said. He wore dark soft armor, brown tights and a pair of worn-out short boots that were black and stained with mud. This usually inconspicuous outfit was simply the best choice for sneaking at night.
In fact, the soft armor on this batch of selected mercenaries is basically brown or black, which is one of the reasons why they were selected. The main reason why Captain Jerram selected them was that he knew very well what these guys were doing before joining the mercenary team.
"We're here, watch your step!"
The mercenaries arrived under the wall of Verde Village in the dark. During the day, none of the attacking soldiers had come so close to the village wall with a ladder.
A trench about three meters wide and two meters deep was dug under the village wall of Verde Village, with sharp wooden stakes sparsely inserted in it.
Simon originally planned to bring in water from the Rhine River to serve as a moat for the village of Verde, but the project was too large, so Simon first asked workers to dig a trench under the village wall to prepare for future expansion.
"Move gently, be gentle, Ralph, you are such a bull, I'm really afraid that you will wake up their guards!" A short mercenary watched Ralph take over the ladder, his movements looked like But he didn't have any intention of handling it lightly, and he couldn't help but widened his eyes and warned hurriedly.
"Ha, look at how timid you are, how shameful! I guess they didn't arrange any guards at all," although the strong Ralph said this, his movements were obviously much lighter. "It's been a long time since I've done my old job. I feel like you've become less courageous."
"Shut up, Ralph. Last time we stole flour from the mill outside Reims, the brothers had already moved all the flour to the horse-drawn carriage outside the mill. But you, a coward, actually still... I wanted to take a jug of red wine from the table next to the sleeping miller's bed, my God, and then the strong stench of your body woke up the miller's wife. They immediately woke up the mill guards and followed us It’s like chasing away a dog, beating it until it is defeated and fleeing.”
The short mercenary's words resonated with several mercenaries around him. They all cast resentful eyes on Ralph, whose face was slightly hot.
"But didn't we escape successfully in the end, and none of the brothers were caught by the guards? You know, if we are turned and sent to the sheriff, we will be hanged!" Ralph coughed lightly and said calmly.
Several other mercenaries were so angry at the shameless Ralph: "Don't change the subject. In the end, we didn't steal a bag of flour, and we left the boxcar and draft horse at the mill. We could only go there in despair." Leave Lance like a loser, my god, I regret so much why I didn’t draw my sword and chop you down!”
"No, I was wrong."
Under the village wall, Ralph's amusing conversation with the mercenaries relieved their tense nerves to a certain extent. When the ladder was fixed, Ralph climbed up immediately, followed by the other mercenaries, who climbed up the ladder one after another.
"We're finally here!" Ralph struggled to climb to the crenellation of the wall, feeling the blood in his body boil. If he can successfully attack Verde Village tonight, he will undoubtedly be the first person to attack the village, and he will receive much more rewards than others.
However, when he stepped on the crenel and was about to jump to the village wall, he felt something was wrong - several obvious human-shaped shadows were shaking in front of him under the reflection of the firelight in the village.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, several spears stabbed at him from different directions.
After being stunned for a second or two, Ralph felt unprecedented pain coming from his lower abdomen, chest and shoulders. He could clearly feel wisps of heat gushing out from the wound. His body went limp, and he fell from the crenel towards the wall.
Until his death, he was still wondering when they were discovered.
"Damn it!"
The short mercenary following Ralph felt warm liquid dripping on his forehead, and then Ralph fell down, and the air was filled with a strong and disgusting smell of blood.
He knew that his group had been exposed, but surrounded by enemies and teammates blocking the road, he was in a dilemma, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue climbing up.
A strong wind blew, and unexpectedly the soldiers on the village wall threw a big stone.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The short mercenary's head was numb and he was smashed to pieces. This time the blood soaking his stuffed hood was not Ralph's.
He lost consciousness and fell uncontrollably down the ladder, hitting the mercenary who was climbing the ladder behind him.
The mercenaries on the ladder created a wonderful chain reaction like dominoes, falling down from the ladder one after another. Fortunately, the walls of Verde Village were not high, and the ground, which absorbed a lot of water, was relatively soft. Fortunately, they did not suffer greater damage.
"There is obviously no one on their village wall. The scary thing is how did they find us? Could it be that they have Satan helping us?"
"Oh my God! Does that mean it was the devil who just killed Ralph and now his soul is being tortured?"
"This is a fucking cursed place!"
"Run away!"
The frustrated mercenaries climbed up from the ground in panic, ignoring the ladder, Ralph and the bodies of the short mercenaries, and ran dejectedly towards the brightly lit siege camp.
To them, this village wall seemed like the door to hell, and they simply didn't want to stay here any longer.
"What are these losers doing?"
Baron Quinnier, who was at the front of the army that had assembled in front of the clearing and was ready to go, listened to the hurried footsteps in the darkness and looked over in confusion, an ominous premonition filling his heart.
"What's going on?" Captain Jerram suppressed his anger and felt a little shameless.
He had just boasted to Baron Quinnier about how skilled the men he had carefully selected were, so Baron Quinnier could rest assured. Unexpectedly, these unsatisfactory losers would actually deal with him like this, running back in embarrassment like a bereaved dog, as if they had slapped him hard.
"They have black magic, they can ignore the darkness! That village wall has been cursed by Satan. Whoever goes up will be ruthlessly torn apart by Satan and his apostles. Ralph has been brutally murdered! God, we need to follow the army. Priest performs an exorcism!”
"..."
Suddenly, the soldiers who were quietly waiting for orders in the open space in front of the siege camp exploded. Whether they are serfs, freedmen, or other mercenaries, everyone's face is filled with fear, especially in the moonlit night of the early morning. No one knows whether a monster will jump out of the endless darkness around them and kill their bodies. Devoured with the soul.
Baron Quinnir knew that no matter what the frightened mercenary said was true or false, tonight's night attack was in vain.
He took a deep look at the wall of Verde Village, which was still dark, and found that an unknown fear was actually growing and throbbing in his heart. At this moment, he also panicked, it was fear of the unknown.
"Impossible, impossible!" Baron Quinnier gasped and shook his head, trying to calm down. He glanced at Captain Jerram and found that the latter was no better than him.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
Baron Quinnier's loud shout stopped the soldiers' increasingly outrageous discussions and speculations. He even heard someone whispering about how to escape from this hellish place just now.
It seems that if he does not take some measures, the fear of believing in the devil's wall in Verde Village will cause the soldiers to collapse in morale and leave him secretly before the food and grass supplies are exhausted.
"There is no such thing as a devil. Don't forget, this land is a holy place where God has appeared. How could there be a devil? It must be your own problem. The commotion was too big and was discovered in advance. You guys Cowards dare not face failure, so they shamelessly blame Satan for everything!" Baron Kunir almost roared at the embarrassed mercenaries who escaped.
Captain Jerram on the side was not a fool. He was silent for a while, raised his head, and said ruthlessly: "Tie up these losers who want to shirk responsibility and disturb the morale of the army after they failed!"
"I swear what I said is not a lie! We definitely didn't make any noise to alert them, God is my witness!"
Several mercenaries around Captain Jerram stepped forward, took the indefinable losers and tied them with ropes.
Although the other soldiers were still discussing the matter, at least they were not as frightened as before. However, looking at the walls of Verde Village, which was still dark and silent, some people were still skeptical.
Little did they know that the soldiers standing guard on the village wall who drank the nightingale potion prepared by Arthuro were already laughing so hard at the farce that they could hardly stand upright.
