Sitting in a luxurious hall, surrounded by servants and the sound of musical instruments, drinking a fine wine is completely different from sitting in a simple hunting camp, accompanied by hounds and singing birds, enjoying a fine wine. experience.
Being able to enjoy the delicacies cooked in the lord's kitchen under pitiful conditions made the nobles in the mud feel relaxed and comfortable that they could never experience in the castle.
"Let's rest here for the night and go hunting in the forest tomorrow morning." Count Lange said to everyone without hesitation.
He is the leader of this hunting. Since everyone is hunting in his hunting ground, everyone will naturally listen to his opinions. This is respect for the host.
It was already dark, and with the hard work of the slaves and handymen, the large bonfire in the center of the camp was lit, and simple small tents were set up around it.
The financially strapped nobles just used a large tarpaulin to block the wind, while the wealthy nobles would cover their tents with extra rolls of wolf skins and bear skins, which were both beautiful and warm. As for their servants, they could only sleep on the ground outside the tent.
A loyal servant laid his body sideways at the tent door after his master entered the tent. In this way, if anyone wanted to enter the tent, he would be awakened first.
After a while, the nobles all entered their tents. Not going to bed at night when there is no entertainment but leaving the camp and wandering around is undoubtedly asking for trouble, especially since it is the first time for most people to come to this place. What if they get lost or encounter a pack of wolves? Kidding.
Sitting next to the fire are the servants of the nobles. They are taking rags to wipe their master's saddle and stirrups spotless, and using rabbit oil to keep their master's armor looking brand new to ensure that their master will be the next day. The most majestic one.
No servant will be lazy in this, because once the master is ridiculed by other nobles in this, the anger will undoubtedly be passed on to their servants.
Not long after, the servants who had finished their work also found a place to lie down. Now only the night guards patrolled around the camp, holding torches to drive away the darkness and all those with evil intentions.
Thanks to God's blessing, the night passed without incident. When the first ray of morning light splashed on the top of the highest tent in the camp, even the scheming bad guys like Julian and Heralt were still snoring like thunder.
The early bird catches the worm, and the servant who gets up early has work to do. After the slaves have fed the master's horse and saddled it, the nobles have basically gotten up.
Lange brought the most servants, and he was also the most prepared. He put on his clothes, stepped on the servant's crossed hands and got on the horse, took a spear specially used for hunting wild boar, signaled the soldier who was in charge of his horse to hand the reins to his hand, and rode proudly The beloved horse circled the camp twice, getting ready to go.
Count Wolfe, shirtless as always, used a beautiful roll to get on his muscular horse with thick hooves.
Simon is less particular. He carried a crossbow on his back, checked the crossbow bag on his waist, and after Lange's servants brought him a stool, he slowly stepped on the chair and got on the horse.
"Good day, Simon, praise our Lord Jesus, today is a good day, isn't it?" Baron Winter rode slowly to Simon's side with his greetings and his docile white horse.
Today, Baron Winter is wearing a tights embroidered with red and white flowers. The bright colors are like a pasture full of flowers in spring. Compared with those nobles who like to show off themselves with black chainmail, Baron Winter's dress is eye-catching.
"Of course, good day my friend," Simon responded politely, "you are an elegant, um... and tasteful man. That's a nice dress."
"Thank you for your compliment," Baron Winter lowered his head humbly, his eyes falling on the crossbow on Simon's back, "Is the weapon on your back the weapon you want to use today?"
"Yes," Simon nodded, gently clamped the horse's belly, and followed the procession of nobles out of the camp. "This is a weapon commonly used by the Franks and Italians. It is easy to operate and easy to use."
"Really," Baron Winter looked away thoughtfully, "I wish I could have a craftsman in my territory who could make such a sharp weapon."
"I'm sorry that I can't lend you my carpenter, but I can let him make you a batch of crossbows at a good price."
"Thank you, I think my clumsy men will like this thing." Baron Winter said, taking a thick and straight boar spear from his personal attendant.
Nobles can choose any weapon as their hunting tool, including swords, axes, bows and crossbows, but the most popular weapon is a special boar spear.
Wild boars are delicious, but as prey, they are dangerous. A mature wild boar can use its large, thick tusks and powerful jaws to bring down horses and kill humans.
When they are injured, they still have the ability to continue attacking. Therefore, the specially made wild boar spear has a horizontal bar like a sword grid, so that the wild boar stabbed by the spear cannot continue to attack humans with the spear in its body.
The fog in the forest gradually faded, and the thin sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves above everyone's heads and hit the water droplets on the tips of the fern leaves on the ground.
Lange's hounds were led by the dog keeper at the forefront, leaning down on the path in the forest, sniffing wildly for the scent of wild boars.
These little guys who were usually bored in the kennel were extremely active and difficult to control. At this time, the dog owner was already sweating profusely. Looking at his embarrassed look, some nobles laughed heartlessly. got up.
Suddenly, a spotted hound raised its head and barked wildly as if it had discovered a new world. The nobles who had been chatting and laughing happily just now suddenly brightened up.
The dog breeder gasped and loosened the leashes around the necks of these hounds, which became as frantic as the smell of meat. The bloodhounds rushed out like arrows that had left their bowstrings. The nobles all agreed in unison. He kicked the horse's belly and followed closely.
"Hey, Baron Simon, I suggest you not join in the fun," when he realized that the rider riding alongside him on the right was Simon, who had once insulted him, Julian, who was shaking on the horse, mocked unceremoniously. , "That toy of yours is only suitable for hunting small prey such as rabbits and pheasants. Using it to hunt wild boars is simply causing trouble for everyone."
After Julian finished speaking, he did not forget to show off his engraved wild boar spear to Simon in a ostentatious manner.
"It's just a useless thing." Simon was too lazy to argue with Lange's sincere bastard, which was really a bargain.
"No, you are totally wrong if you think so." Julian didn't care about Simon's cold attitude. He didn't want to let this opportunity to talk in front of Simon slip away. "This is specially customized for me." With the lucky spear, I will kill a fat and strong wild boar with it, but you, holding a heavy crossbow on horseback, can’t hit anything, hahahahaha!”
Without giving Simon a chance to talk back, Julian clamped the horse's belly harder and moved further forward. Little did he know that Simon's eyes looking at his back were filled with the banter of a funny clown and the pity of an ignorant idiot.
"Ignore this arrogant, arrogant and self-righteous guy," Baron Winter caught up with Simon on his horse and turned his head and said to him, "According to my experience, retribution for this kind of person often comes the fastest. , the almighty and wise Lord will not hesitate to give him a lesson and teach him what humility is.”
"Thank you, Winter, I didn't take him to heart at all," Simon shook his head indifferently, "We'll just wait and see what he does."
The chasing hounds went crazy, and the nobles' horses also quickened their pace. The frightened wild boars swung their front and rear hooves like crazy, nimbly weaving through the bushes and woodland.
On flat grassland, wild boars cannot run as fast as horses, but in forests with complex terrain, shrubs and low branches will cause huge obstacles to riders chasing wild boars, making them difficult to catch. Caught.
Lange, who was eager to pursue the enemy, had several ugly marks on his gorgeous clothes from branches and thorns. Compared with the majestic him before the "camp", he now looked more like a loser who was defeated and fled.
So, Julian, who was wearing a soft armor cap, a mail turban, and a long chainmail, fearlessly accelerated his speed, and gradually reached the front of the team, the position closest to the boar's tail.
