On the banks of the Rhone River on the outskirts of the provincial capital, the green fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and the azure sky touches the horizon. The farms scattered across the plains of the Livron Valley look like groves surrounding the city from a distance.
As the scorching sun spread its scorching light on the fields, the sound of cornets, large and small, also urged the Lombard soldiers who were resting in the village houses to come out in twos and threes. Some people even lazily kicked the owner of the house who was hiding in the barn.
Then, in disheveled clothes, they saw their sergeant, squadron leader, battalion leader and deputy company commander; he was a strong man with thick beard and hair and a square face; his face was ashen and he was holding a gun in his hand. The bloody riding whip looked at his subordinates coldly.
As the two corpses with fresh blood stains were carried up, the soldiers who were still busy pulling and tying their trouser pockets and buzzing like mosquitoes in summer suddenly became quiet. And looked at his dead comrade in surprise.
You must know that since they were ordered to go deep into the countryside to collect food and fodder, these soldiers from Lombard have completely let go of their restraints and have a lot of indulgence. However, since last week, a soldier has been missing every night.
Those who set out in groups of two or three to patrol nearby areas never returned. In the morning, their bodies were found in a field, next to a patio, or in a trench.
Their horse also fell on the road with its legs stretched out, and its neck was cut open with a knife. This kind of assassination seemed to be carried out by the same people, but the Lombards had no way of solving it on the spot. They couldn't even find any useful clues or traces.
Some soldiers felt angry and ashamed. Many men in the village were hanged for a simple report, and the women were also detained by them. They had even threatened the children, but the results were still not discovered.
To this day, two Lombard soldiers stabbed in the stomach were found three miles apart in this village. One of them died, still holding his bloody saber in his hand. It can be seen that he has fought and tried his best to defend himself.
Therefore, the grand-looking deputy company commander was both angry and happy. Because the murderer who had been hiding in the dark finally showed his clues. As the Lombard soldiers were mobilized, the village was disturbed by a loud noise.
Finally, among the men, women, old and children who were driven to the grain-drying field, they screamed and sobbed in low voices; a man with his head covered in blood was dragged out by two thick Lombard soldiers, and then he A bucket of cold water was poured on my face and I woke up immediately.
This is a short and thin man with a curved spine and two big hands as hard and thick as crab claws. His gray and unkempt hair was so sparse that his scalp could be seen everywhere, and his face was covered with protruding blue veins that snaked all the way to the back of his head; he looked ugly and stubborn as a rock.
When the Lombards found him, he was unconscious among an inconspicuous pile of wheat straw outside the village. Although he tried his best to hide himself before he fell into coma, the blood stains that were not covered up in time made the Lombards finally Found him.
"Who is this!" The expressionless deputy company commander suddenly pointed the bloody riding crop at Ben Cun, who was the most polished and neatly dressed, but because of the violent driving of the Lombards, his face was gray and wrinkled, and his face was frowning. long. "you say!"
"He..." The village chief, whose face was filled with wrinkles due to sadness, looked at his family members who had been struck by swords with tears streaming down his face. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "That's Father Milon; he lives outside the village. The forest guard, a former veteran of the kingdom."
"..." The deputy company commander couldn't help but suddenly realize when he heard this. Then he looked coldly at the villagers, bared his teeth cruelly and said: "What about his family, where are all the relatives related to him?"
"They're all gone..." The old village chief said blankly: "Ever since the Western Empire's army passed here half a month ago, the whole family has been gone...Daddy Milon followed suit. He disappeared and everyone thought he was dead..."
"Even if this is the case, it cannot alleviate your responsibility for hiding and sheltering the murderer." However, the deputy company commander interrupted him impatiently: "The murderer must pay the price, and the accomplice must be punished. Come on! Execute the ten Kill with one stroke..."
The next moment, a dusty messenger was seen suddenly galloping towards them; and the moment he arrived in front of them, he fell off his horse and hissed: "Emergency, the domestic transport brigade of military pay and supplies is in Mangbo." There was an attack near the town;”
"According to the order of Grand Commander Mienu, all nearby companies that have received the news must rush to support; otherwise, all honors and military positions will be deprived..."
Immediately, under the influence of the military pay related to their vital interests, the half of the Lombard regiment scattered in several nearby villages hurriedly gathered together with their horses neighing; after hastily counting most of the heads and equipment, they Set off without stopping.
Then, the Lombard soldiers who were left to continue carrying out the punishment did not hesitate to tie the dying father Milon behind his back and hang him under a thick old tree at the entrance of the village; and then used a polished dagger to kill him. He scratched his exposed belly.
This is a severe punishment that originated from the ancient Roman era. The army punished spies and traitors, known as the "blood eagle", a punishment of dissection and disembowelment. While taking out the liver and intestines as intactly as possible, you must also try to ensure that the other person is alive and dies slowly in the greatest pain.
However, the next moment, the sharp dagger was just enough to cut through the opponent's belly; suddenly, the dying father Milon suddenly struggled up and clamped the neck of this Lombard executioner with his legs, and the opponent's face was full of shock. His expression suddenly twisted...
The next moment, other stunned Lombard soldiers couldn't help shouting and rushing forward with swords and spears. They saw that Father Milon was hanging in the air. He had turned around and held the fallen dagger with his feet, while standing upside down. Cut the rope shackles and rolled to the ground.
At this time, the villagers present seemed to have woken up from a dream, screaming and running away in all directions. Then another Lombard soldier who was closest to him screamed; but it was Father Milon who got up again and fell to the ground with a throwing dagger hitting his eye socket.
Then, Father Milon, who grabbed a pitchfork and forced back another Lombard soldier, shouted again: "What are you waiting for? Are you going to let these beasts succeed and then go back and kill the remaining people in the village one by one?" A man from below?"
As soon as these words came out, the remaining ten or so Lombard soldiers were shocked on the spot. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the scattered and hiding villagers; but unexpectedly, Father Milon stabbed one of them in the thigh with a pitchfork. Inside; screaming and falling to the ground with blood gushing out.
Only then did the others wake up and surrounded the old man Milon who was the only one who had the ability to resist under the big tree again. Then a Lombard soldier took a few steps and suddenly there was a loud bang and his helmet was hit by a stone. He couldn't help but He shook his head and turned around.
But he saw a freckled young man standing on the top of the haystack with an angry look on his face; then, he couldn't help but growl angrily: "You little bastard, I'm going to kill you..." Then, another bigger piece appeared. The stone hit him on the shoulder, but someone else also took action.
The Lombard soldier standing on the outermost edge roared and rushed towards the haystack where the freckled boy was hiding, and stabbed with his hook-edged spear; however, he missed. Then the flowerpot suddenly fell from above his head, hitting his head with a clang and shattering.
And the moment the Lombard soldier was knocked down, it seemed like an invisible prelude had begun; when those Lombard soldiers knocked down Father Miron's pitchfork and forced him into a tree, While chasing and prodding in a joking manner, he suddenly found himself surrounded by villagers with unkind faces, holding flails and pickaxes.
While these remaining Lombard soldiers were deeply under siege, the two brigades led by the deputy company commander also rushed to the vicinity of Mangbo Town where the transport brigade was attacked; but the horizon was seen in the distance. There were pillars of smoke and screams.
However, when they once again put aside their unnecessary burdens, they hurriedly and slowly caught up to the location of the smoke column; at the intersection below the slope outside a small town, they could only see overturned carriages and scattered materials on the ground. There were corpses, but the sounds of fighting and the enemies were gone.
The next moment, there was a fierce burst of artillery fire from the direction of the town, and many dark trajectories were suddenly drawn in the air. According to the preset rough shooting range and benchmarks, they bombarded these Lombard soldiers who had gathered in a chaotic manner. , tearing open several bloody gaps.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
Then, amid a fierce and short blast of trumpets, many blue-robed chain-shirt soldiers with swords and guns suddenly appeared from the grass below on the river bank on one side of the intersection, roaring and charging towards them. Just as these Lombard soldiers who were attacked hurriedly turned around to fight.
On the top of the slope on the other side of them, rows of muskets and powerful crossbows were gradually revealed, and they fired densely at the side and rear of the Lombard army from above, causing more chaos and death. At this time, the trumpet sounded. The sound echoed through the wilderness again.
But along the outer wall of the town, groups of cavalry rushed out from billows of smoke. They were spearheaded by two groups of oriental cavalry wearing iron scale armor, and like outstretched wings of birds, they surrounded and penetrated. The relatively sparse and weak wings of the Lombard army,
This also caused these soldiers who were attacked on many sides to begin to collapse and waver obviously, and even turned into spontaneously fleeing in groups of three or five in the direction of their origin...
Just under Jiang Dan's command, many Free Army troops surrounded the provincial capital of Lifulong and several important roads extending in all directions. They arranged ambush circles and local cordons according to local conditions, launched multi-point sieges and reinforcements, and tried to eliminate and defeat the enemy forces in the provincial capital as much as possible. At the same time as foreign aid.
However, he himself sneaked into the provincial capital Lifulong quietly and met the people who were insiders and spies.
