The drizzle started falling at some point.
The shallow water on the ground rippled due to the raindrops. When the horse's hooves trampled quickly from above, the ripples expanded and caused the fallen leaves on the water to sway back and forth.
Drops of rainwater flowed down the brim of the helmet, gradually getting wet on all clothing including woolen clothing as time went by.
Ling frowned tightly, and while grabbing the reins, she looked back almost three times at a time. What she was worried about was not only whether the Shivalier knights had caught up, but also Kaleva, who had been hit in the back while trying to protect them.
"Ah hiss-" He would take a breath with every ups and downs. Although not deep, the wound was long and narrow. Blood oozed out quickly at first and then gradually slowly. As the rain wet the clothes, it gradually spread, and gradually the lower edge of the back was stained red.
"Ah!" The vibration of the horse's galloping made it impossible to stop the bleeding from the wound. Kaleva, whose face was slightly pale, also slowed down in urging the horse, causing the horse he was riding to gradually lose contact with the two horses in front of him. .
Kalava, who was an inn merchant before working as a porter, was as good at riding as he was at fighting. Basically, he would never have been exposed to it if he hadn't met Henry and Mira.
With his amateur riding skills and injury, he was already tens of meters away from his teammates in front of him in a moment of distraction.
"You go first." The sage pulled the reins to slow down the horse, then turned around and leaned close to the young man. The pale-faced young man saw him turning his head back and slowing down the urging of the horse to change from running to moving slowly. His expression was slightly relaxed and he looked over as if he felt reassured, but at the same time he wanted to speak apologetically.
"Don't talk yet, get off your horse, and grit your teeth." Henry leaned close to him, quickly turned over and dismounted, and then helped the young man who was about the same size as him off the horse as if he were lifting a child. Then he drew out his dagger and cut the belt of the breastplate directly.
"Hiss--" "Bear it." The metal edge of the back armor that was split open by the halberd rolled up and pierced into the skin. After cutting off the shoulder straps and belt, Henry quickly and accurately removed the back armor, and then cut the surrounding The clothes were torn apart with a "tearing" sound, and after using the rainwater to clean the area around the wound, he took out the needle and thread from the waterproof waist bag.
"It will hurt a little." The sage said, and the young man nodded muffledly.
The tip of the halberd penetrated the carapace, causing a palm-length wound that ended just near the edge of the spine. Because of the armor, it only opened the skin. If there was no armor, Kaleva would have directly injured the spine on the spot. Paralyzed in place, this escape was impossible to talk about.
The cold needle tip pierced the skin that was pale due to blood loss, and then pulled the two sides together through the thread. The sage sutured the wound quickly and without hesitation, while the young man's right hand clenched and unclenched. The skin of the wound was pulled together and tightly sutured with needles and threads. The sage then took out the dragon's blood fat that was ground into powder—— The resin of this low shrub common in the Mobigas Inland Sea has strong water-absorbing properties, so it is often sprinkled on wounds to stop bleeding.
"Although it will get wet soon, there is no choice now." Also taken out from the bag was a bandage made of loose linen strips. Henry quickly wrapped it tightly and then asked Kaleva to move.
"It's refreshing, take a sip." Among the various supplies purchased from the market before, there were also desserts mixed with honey and mint. However, this drink was not used as a snack, but rather used the energy provided by honey and the power of mint. The intense cooling sensation is used as an analgesic and distraction.
In about two minutes, after handling the wound quickly with hands and feet, Kaleva's expression became more or less relieved. The sage stood up and threw the breastplate far into the woods, and then helped the young man get on the horse again.
The rain gradually became fierce, and they had lost their packhorses and supplies in the rush and could only rely on the existing clothing for cover.
The speed advantage of the lightly-armed horses allowed them to keep a certain distance from the Sivaliya knights, and after helping Kaleva to simply treat his wounds, the two quickly remounted their horses and moved forward.
The heavy rain wetted the soil, making the horse hoof prints more clearly visible. As there were not many pedestrians on this path, it almost pointed the direction for subsequent trackers.
The sage, whose vision was not disturbed by the rain or cloudy sky, clearly saw the mark left by Medea on the ground - the span was much larger than that of ordinary war horses, and the hoof print was also a circle larger and easier to identify. Militia, who was physically strong and extremely fast, was obviously capable enough to throw off the pursuers. They continued to move forward. Lu Lu and Ling, who were supposed to move forward at Henry's request, stopped where they were in the rain and waited for them. The reason for waiting was naturally related to the materials scattered on the ground in addition to worry.
The small iron pot that fell to the ground was tilted and filled with half of the rainwater. Firewood and various supplies were also soaked.
"There may be some of their people ahead." Ms. Doctor said. At the same time, she looked worriedly at Kaleva, who was injured and still wet in the rain. The latter shook his head and said that he was fine. The tarpaulin that fell on the ground was full of horse hoof prints, and even the rain could not wash it away for a while. They changed their formation and put the sage in front. Kaleva took out the handle placed on the saddle cover. A special halberd, but it was temporarily not activated under Henry's instructions.
The horses were panting heavily. After all, the horses they were riding were not even regular war horses, but just better riding horses. The short rush after leaving the campground was enough to make them feel tired, but they could not stop at this moment. After a few seconds of talking and observing, the three riders who merged started to move forward again, but they did not move forward for more than ten minutes. No sign of anyone else seen.
Whether it was the Sivalier knights who were supposed to be in the front or the pursuers in the rear.
Still a girl with white hair.
But at the moment of separation, they can only trust that Mitya's physical fitness is better than that of ordinary war horses and Mira's experience is enough to allow them to escape. Compared to her, the four of them are in a more critical situation because the horses they ride with the wounded are much inferior. Case.
Horse hooves galloped by, and forest paths extended in all directions. After the rain continued to increase to the point where the raindrops hit the face, it hurt. The footprints left earlier gradually turned into puddles in the rain. It was impossible to tell the difference between Mira and What direction did the knights who followed her choose? As the horses' physical strength finally reached its limit, the group could only change from running to walking slowly, but even these ordinary horses were panting louder and louder.
They are both lucky and unlucky.
Unfortunately, they were still unable to find Mira when the horse's physical strength reached its limit.
Fortunately, they met others.
A group of Sivalier infantrymen were trying to set up camp in a panic at the edge of the woods.
Sivaliers will always be Sivaliers, and even if the sky falls, the country of knights will still uphold the spirit of chivalry.
There must always be inequality between knights and peasant infantry. This is the noble spirit of chivalry. Even if the disconnect between cavalry and infantry caused by this kind of arrogance and estrangement once led to the defeat of Sivalier in a crucial battle, the knights would only blame those inferior, hateful, stubborn, and ignorant peasants. Unable to keep up with myself charging at full speed.
The noble knights are always right. They are perfect and efficient. They only need to follow the constant tactics to determine the outcome with one charge. All other tricks are just ridiculous child's play that will be defeated under the cavalry charge.
The peasant soldier raised his halberd, and Henry turned around on his panting horse. The horse, which was tired and had forgotten its fear, slowly turned around under the influence of spurs.
"Ale (don't come here)!" The peasant soldiers in Sivalier shouted in a tone that was half intimidating and half frightened. The sage rode forward and waved his sword, instantly destroying the inferior halberd used by the peasant soldiers. Cracked into a fire stick.
"Seize--" The unpolished halberd head, covered in black rust, poked into the soft mud.
Next, the dozen or so Silvalier infantrymen showed them what it means to "break at the first touch". It is almost impossible for these peasant soldiers to come to Padrosi voluntarily to be mercenaries. They are the property of the knight lord and are lowly. The infantrymen were responsible for doing the work that the knights were unwilling to do.
When these nobles refused to submit to the union of Avenella and fled to the east coast, they were brought with them.
The rain was pouring, the treatment was miserable, and the lord abandoned them again. The thin militiamen wearing bulky second-hand equipment could only play a role in doing some chores and building momentum in the downwind battle situation. Now they encountered such a northern man with a big sword. Even if they were superior in numbers, they couldn't muster the energy to fight.
The scattered peasant soldiers threw away their armor and even their weapons and fled into the dense jungle. However, the sage just took a step forward and caught the militiaman who pointed his halberd at him at first. He poured out all the information he knew as if he were pouring beans.
Whether there are more than a dozen militiamen like them guarding the knights' luggage, or their knight master is tracking the direction of the Roan man.
The rain reached its peak during the conversation, but almost the moment Henry got all the information he needed, the rain became visibly smaller.
"Pa--" The sage dropped the short peasant soldier, who knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to thank the master for not killing him, then rolled up and crawled to the ground and ran into the forest.
"It's not as good as the Ashigaru." Aya was stunned when she witnessed the battle with the noble army for the first time since arriving in Rigar. She thought that her country's Ashigaru was considered weak, but after seeing the weakness of these militiamen, she was stunned. It opened my eyes.
"After three days of hunger and nine meals, I finally won the battle. I still have to find a way to bury the spoils in the woods that the noble men don't know about, otherwise they will be taken away."
"And there's no decent training at all." The shower that only lasted for more than half an hour quickly dissipated, and the reappearance of light made the sage narrow his eyes slightly.
"Ready to counterattack, but before that, we have to rendezvous."
