The well-calculated trainee knight grabbed his short gun, went to the cook to beg for some more field food, and walked towards the rolling hills to the north.
Verona's eastern plains are dotted with farmland and meadows. Although there are no roads in the riverside area, walking along the river beach is very smooth.
If there was any danger, it was the rebels on the other side of the river. Griffith squinted his eyes and looked around, and occasionally he could see sporadic rebel rangers moving around.
If only they took the initiative to provoke me... Griffith walked quickly, not caring about the possible threats. Although he did not receive support from friendly forces, he could use his power unscrupulously when he was alone. Coupled with the Corrupted Feather Fencing Sword, Fear Bracers and other magical items, his true strength was by no means comparable to that of a regular Sequence 8 of.
Griffith rounded a bend along the river and saw five grown men sitting around eating dry food. They carried weapons and were dressed in messy clothes. They were obviously rebel spies.
The lush aquatic plants and shrubs along the river bank provide excellent concealment. It is impossible to tell whether there are one or two bandits hiding inside without walking closer.
The strongest man among them wore a leather armor and had a long sword in his hand. He should be the leader of the group. The other four were not wearing armor, but three were armed with crude short spears, and one was carrying a bow and arrow.
Griffith approached them almost without making a sound. It wasn't until he appeared in front of them that the five people sitting on the ground noticed him and jumped up in shock.
The sophisticated mail armor and the standard weapon in his hand immediately revealed his identity, not to mention that he also had the emblem of the second-level squad leader on his armor.
The rebel outpost was actually placed so close to the military camp. Commander Maglius was too careless. Griffith glanced at the five people in front of him one by one, and pointed at the big man at the head: "Take off your leather armor."
As soon as he finished speaking, a rebel armed with a short gun rushed up screaming. His steps were messy and untrained.
Griffith took a step forward without waiting for him to get close. He drew out his sword with his left hand and slit his throat. Then he stabbed the short spear in his right hand to one side, stabbing the hurried archer on the side to the ground.
"Kill!" The leader of the rebel army slashed with his sword. His momentum and strength were somewhat interesting, but he was easily avoided by the trainee knight, who stabbed his right leg with a gunshot and fell to the ground.
The remaining two bandits panicked at that time. One of them threw away his short gun and ran towards the river screaming, while the other one froze on the spot and trembled while holding the broken gun.
The rebels had little combat experience. Griffith had a thought in his mind, but his hands and feet did not stop. He picked up a short gun with one foot, reached out to grab it and threw it at the fleeing rebels.
"Puff!" The rebel who fled into the river was stabbed through the chest and fell into the river with a splash.
"Sir, please spare my life~" The last rebel dropped his weapon and fell to his knees on the ground, crying.
"Why are you and the noble's lackey begging for mercy! Useless things!" The corps commander who was stabbed in the thigh covered the wound and cursed. His mouth was full of local swear words that Griffith was unfamiliar with, and finally he came at him again. A cruel saying, "If you want to kill, kill!"
Griffith nodded, then stabbed the captain's throat with a gun, stirring it. The big man who had been shouting just now made a weird grunting sound from his mouth, and blood foam spurted out from his mouth.
He withdrew his short gun, took off the captain's sword and hung it on his waist, then turned to look at the remaining rebels.
"What is your mission? Which camp are you coming from?"
As he asked, he peeled off the rebel captain's leather armor and tried it on himself. It actually fit him quite well.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The remaining rebel short-gunners screamed, "Master Lance sent us out to keep an eye on the movements of the military camp. If there is any movement, we will cross the river and report back. We did nothing else!"
"How many of you are there, and what's your next plan?" Griffith asked casually as he packed up the bows, arrows and weapons on the ground.
"There are more than 5,000 people. Lord Lance said that we will attack them by the river tomorrow. Oh no, we will face the army."
More than five thousand, which is a lot. Griffith nodded, slit the rebel's throat with a wave of his sword. From the beginning, he had no hope of getting any information from these sentries, and there was no manpower around to escort them back, let alone release the enemies who were fighting.
Griffith, who packed up the rebel weapons, added himself a long sword, a pair of bows and arrows, and three short spears that could also be used for throwing. The biggest gain was the leather armor, which further enhanced his protective power. Although the weight of the equipment has increased a lot, it is still within his tolerance.
The setting sun gradually sinks into the distance. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Griffith could vaguely see the outline of a castle.
There is Beit Manor where Sonia and her classmates are trapped, and there are more than 5,000 vicious rebels scattered nearby. When he thought about this, Griffith's heart began to beat faster.
After walking like this for a while, the sky was getting dark.
Three cavalrymen suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance, running along the river bank.
There are also rebel sentries here, or are they cavalry? Griffith looked at the dark mountain forest and wondered whether there really was a large group of rebel camps hidden there, otherwise why would valuable cavalry sentries be deployed here.
The sentry also discovered Griffith, and the three men and three horses immediately rushed towards him.
Very good, now that you are here, let’s all stay. Griffith took off the three short guns and bows from his back and stuck them on the ground. He has never focused on archery since he joined the army. His accuracy in long-distance shooting is average, but he still has some experience in spear throwing.
Three cavalrymen were approaching. They were not elite soldiers capable of riding and shooting, and their horses were not good horses either. They just charged at them with their sabers raised.
Seeing the cavalry approaching, Griffith pulled out a short gun, weighed it in his hand, and threw it hard at the cavalry directly in front.
The short gun made a sharp whistle in the air. A ball of blood bloomed on the rider's chest, he looked up and fell off the horse. The companion on his right hand was shocked and subconsciously reined in his horse.
Then there was another neighing sound in the air, and the short spear hit the stopped horse thief in the waist and abdomen, shooting him off the horse.
The two horses without their riders were frightened and ran away.
The remaining cavalry also became fierce and rushed forward with their swords on their horses. Griffith had no time to throw the third spear, and he bent over and rolled to one side.
One person and one rider drove away like this. Before the cavalry could turn their horses, Griffiths had already caught up quickly and struck the rebel rider in the back with his sword.
While Griffith cut down the rider, he also grabbed the frightened horse and managed to calm it down.
Look back at the rebels on the ground. His waist was almost broken, and he had long since lost his breath. The remaining two people were also dead, and there was no one left alive to ask questions.
Griffith took the captured horse and inspected the corpses of the slain rebels one by one.
The significance of this group of sentinels was different from the previous ones. They were better equipped and had horses, and the patrol location was far away from possible battlefields and camps of the expeditionary army. Since they have deployed more security forces near the hills, there must be something hidden in the mountains and forests.
Griffith looked at the hills sinking into darkness. It's impossible to ride a horse in this roadless mountainous area, and it's easy to expose yourself. Thinking of this, he tied the horse he had just captured to a nearby tree trunk and walked in on foot.
What could be hidden?
ambush? Perhaps the rebels were preparing to launch another force before the battle the next morning, using a large force to intimidate Verona's army.
Evil sacrifice? It's also very possible.
Griffith walked up the Beit River. The difference in terrain made the water flow in this area turbulent, and the sound of the water concealed his footsteps and movements very well.
After groping in the woods for half an hour, it was completely dark. Several bright flashes of fire suddenly appeared in the dark woods.
Griffith hurriedly hid in the trees, using the cover of branches and leaves to approach the light.
There is a 100-meter-long stone dam standing in the mountain forest. It is repaired with huge rocks and is very strong. Behind the stone dam there is a mountain reservoir that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Hundreds of big men in short clothes were gathering in front of the dam. They poured oil on the boulders used to build the dam and set them on fire. After the stones were red-hot, they poured cold river water on them, and then used axes and heavy hammers to pound the broken stones. At the dug embankment, they used huge tree trunks to block the flow of water and temporarily prevent the reservoir from breaching.
Griffith was shocked. Judging from the size of the reservoir, once the stone dam burst, the flood would turn the lower reaches into a swamp. The regular army under the command of Maglius was stationed in a low-lying area, and a sudden flash flood at night would be very dangerous.
If the control is good, the rebels can even dig a dike and release water when Maglius's people are halfway across.
What a vicious and decisive strategy I learned!
Griffith admired the rebel leader from the bottom of his heart, and then began to think about his actions.
The rebels' work is progressing rapidly and a section of the embankment has been destroyed. Once they begin to burn tree trunks, the breached dike will soon collapse completely.
The rebels gathered here also had dozens of soldiers patrolling with weapons. There was a camp farther on the west bank, where more men and warriors might be hidden. Griffith alone could not even interfere. Less than.
Griffith shook his head helplessly and retreated into the darkness, preparing to retreat. If Commander Maglius sent more manpower to him, he might still be able to make a difference, but the current situation was beyond his capabilities. The only thing he could do was to return to the camp as soon as possible to call the police.
At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from the darkness. The bush behind him seemed to have been broken by something. Griffith waved the short gun in his hand towards the place where the sound came from.
The dazzling silver light flashed, breaking Griffith's short spear into two pieces, tearing open the leather armor, and tearing out a streak of fire on the mail armor.
