Vol 5 Chapter 14: Brave Scout

The Arabian horse is undoubtedly the best in the world. The well-proportioned limbs and body-building chest and abdomen of this famous horse will quickly move under the smooth and beautiful skin in an intoxicating way when great power erupts, and then put This muscle stretching movement is transformed into power to run forward.
But even this so-called best horse has limited power.
But when those Ottomans finally could n’t run, the enemies who were chasing behind them were actually not much better, but they were obviously more worry-free than those Ottomans, they just need to consider catching up with each other, and do n’t have to Enemies like those in the front still have to find ways to escape and avoid Bosnians who may appear.
The Bosniacs are both fearful and hateful to the Ottomans. They may not dare to show a little anger in front of the guarded Ottoman officials, but Bosnia is also not a safe place for those Ottomans who have left the order.
As for Northern Bosnia, it is even a dangerous area that has not even been completely conquered. Local nobles may come out at any time to attack the Ottomans they meet.
It's just that these Ottomans are envoys, and they might be hostile when they want to come to this trip, but there is no major danger. After all, the northern Bosnian noblemen dare not attack the team of envoys at the risk of completely offending the dignity of the Sudan.
It's just that their thinking was a bit early. When the cavalry who came out suddenly didn't know where they came from and rushed in, and then began to hack and kill, the Ottoman envoy was even stunned because of this sudden.
Then there was non-stop escape. The envoy ’s deputy had been killed in chaos, and the entourage beside him had only a few people left. It was only after they finally escaped that they found out that the chasers behind them did not seem to be. Intend to let them go.
Even if they have thrown away all the valuable things on their way, hoping that they can get enemies to give up chasing, but the enemies behind are stubbornly biting and refuse to let go, so that when they can no longer run At that time, looking at a horse falling to the ground, the messenger could only order the entourage to surround themselves, and then took out a letter from the bag to prepare for ignition.
The faint sound of horseshoes in the distance reminded the messenger that he no longer hesitated to use flint to knock out Mars. After several misses due to tension, the letter was finally lit.
As the letter turned to ashes, the messenger's face showed a sigh of relief, and then he took a scimitar inlaid with magnificent gemstones on the sheath handle that he took from the arms of his followers, and pulled out the knife. Threw a valuable scabbard onto the snow.
The opponent's cavalry is fast, but it seems exhausted to catch up all the way, but the number of opponents is much larger than them. As the cavalry slowed down in the distance and slowly approached them, the Ottomans sighed nervously, Hold the scimitar with both hands, ready to fight the enemy at any time.
But those people didn't seem to want to waste time with them. They saw the enemy rides lined up in a row, and then they raised a short musket that they hadn't seen before.
There was a curse in the messenger's mouth, and he gave up his plans to defend, but walked out of the entourage. With a loud shout, several Ottomans rushed towards the enemy in the snow.
"Bang Bang ~"
The sound of a musket shot echoed in the wilderness, and the crow that was startled in the distance made a loud noise and rushed into the sky, then hovered overhead.
The snow-white ground was instantly stained with a scarlet blood, and the messenger lay on his back on the snow. His gray eyes stared blankly at those in the sky while screaming and apparently refused to be attracted by the blood on the ground. Flock of crows leaving.
"It seems to be an official." A cavalry took the horse to the body of the messenger and saw that he was obviously much more gorgeously dressed than the others. The cavalry jumped off the horse and began to on the body that had not cooled down. .
But apart from some seemingly valuable gadgets, there was nothing else to be valued. The cavalry collected the loot found, and then asked other companions aloud.
"Have you found anything?"
"Only these," the other cavalry slammed a few glittering gold coins in his hand and flaunted his companions. "Except for a little thing found in the person who died before, nothing was found important."
"That's a bit bad. After all, we were in trouble this time. If we couldn't find something useful, it wouldn't work." The officer who came over immediately ordered his men to search carefully. "Isn't there something found in the previously killed Ottoman, He should also be the leader among these Ottomans, and look for at least we have reason to explain to adults. "
The cavalry continued to search helplessly, but eventually found nothing but a few pieces of ashes that had just been burned away not far from the bodies of these enemies.
"We don't even know who this guy is," the captain flipped the dead Ottoman machete, which was a straight bayonet. Although it was called a machete, except for the slight curvature of the body, the tip of the knife was almost completely straight , And even the shape of the blade on both sides makes this knife more suitable for assassination at once instead of cutting.
"It seems to have a name on it," said a cavalry who picked up the scabbard. "But we certainly don't know."
"I don't know if the two people just knew each other. We always have to know who we killed. After all, we didn't wait for them to show their identity before they started slaughtering. If they didn't even know who they were, Lord Earl would be very angry. . "
"Perhaps the two Bosians just knew," the cavalry who asked for directions suddenly remembered "go and ask them."
When the old man was found, he was chasing the carriage to run desperately on the snow. He obviously wanted to escape the land as soon as possible, but the deep rut on the snow betrayed him.
The old man looked at the cavalry who was catching up again in panic. The discipline of the aristocratic army was abysmal this year, and in places like Bosnia, many mercenaries who only used money to do things were even less particular. Many times they did Things are not necessarily much better than the Ottomans.
"Who knows the words above," the officer wanted to look polite, but his impetuous voice because of running made him look very fierce, and the smell on his body smelled thicker in the cold windy wilderness. " Tell us what I engraved above, I will pay. "
"Sorry, officer, I don't know the words of heretics," said the old man first, and then quickly said, "In fact, I don't know anything, you know we are honest people."
The officer glanced at the old man a little puzzled. He did n’t know what the honest man had to do with literacy. At least in the Earl ’s army it was an unprovable proof, because according to the Earl ’s order, all soldiers must learn to read. At least all the letters must be recognized, and some soldiers who steal and play tricks are punished.
"I know the old man." The woman who had been hiding in the corner of the carriage suddenly said, she raised her head slightly and then lowered it quickly, blocking her face in her headscarf.
"Oh?" The officer glanced at the woman curiously, and then glanced at the old man with a slightly disdainful look. "You really gave our men a long face, so tell me what is engraved on it, is this person's name?"
The woman hesitated a little but accepted the cold scabbard. She looked at the string of words on it seriously, and then silently whispered it before returning the scabbard to the officer.
"This is not a name," the woman replied carefully. She didn't know where these troops came from, but watching them mercilessly assassinate and pillage those Ottomans, which at least made her feel more comfortable. "This is a song The sentence in the poem is a paragraph in the hanging poem. "
Speaking of women, she chanted in a peculiar tone like a chant, and the undulating but exotic style of tone made the officer a little dazed.
"Poem, what is that?"
A cavalryman asked curiously from the side, and the captain stared fiercely.
"It seems that you are quite learned," the officer looked at the woman suspiciously and then at the old man. Apparently the relationship between the two men caused his suspicion. "Maybe you are useful to us."
"Oh, officer, what are you doing, she is a member of my family," the old man complained, but he didn't dare to test it too much, because he didn't know the origin of the woman, he seemed cautious, but he didn't. Ken selfishly "please let us go, seeing the sky is going to be dark, this place is full of wolves, of course you are not afraid, but if we encounter wolves, we will suffer."
"Shut up you, this ..." The officer scolded a little irritably but didn't know what to say. "Don't think I can't see that this woman has nothing to do with you, but know me, but ..." The officer froze and looked back at the soldiers next to him, asking a little helplessly, "What do you say with bright eyes?"
"Captain, let's inquire about this scabbard," the cavalry next to him whispered, "Master Count's team should be approaching."
"Yeah, it should be approaching," the officer nodded and looked at the woman. "I need a guide to know the Ottoman characters. If you want, we can pay you." Then he looked at the old man again. "I know you have nothing to do. , Or you ca n’t even call her name, and now hurry to your carriage and get out, I do n’t want to see your nasty face again. "
"Oh God, look at what the world is like. The Ottomans bullied us, and even the noble lords bullied us. They would not give us these honest people a way to live."
The old man shouted, but then he was stunned to see that the woman jumped out of the car suddenly, and then when he was stunned, the woman looked up slightly, revealing a sheet of mud covered under the blanket. 'S face: "I can do things for you, as long as you promise to give me food."
"Of course, we have a lot of food," the officer laughed. "When you see Lord Earl, you will know that your request is really not high."
"You ungrateful woman!" The old man roared angrily, but he could see the icy eyes thrown at him around him, and his tone could not help lowering a lot. "You can't walk like this, know that you might have been without me starving."
"It's just possible, I don't know where you are going to take me, or you want me to do something bad," the woman reluctantly retorted. "But I will not forget that you helped me, I will in the future Will repay you. "
"Unforgiving women, God punishes you to die when you gave birth to a child. You should all go to hell."
The old man shouted uncontrollably, but the cavalry ignored him. One of them even pushed him aside when he helped the woman on horse.
The cavalrymen urged their horses to raise their whips, and the huge snow on the ground splashed on the old man's face. As the team went away, only the old man stood beside the carriage and could not curse towards those far away backs.
The woman was riding on the captain's horse. Her hands clasped the captain's waist tightly. The place where she reached with her hand was cold and abnormal. Obviously, she touched the armor.
The woman wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked by the cold wind coming from the face. Just as she swallowed the choking chill, and was about to speak again, the officer suddenly turned her head halfway and said to her:
"You'd better be as useful as you said otherwise, otherwise you will know what my lord will look like when angry."
"Is your lord scary?" The woman asked slightly hesitantly.
"I don't know if he was terrible before," the captain grunted. "But now he is really terrible, especially after arriving in this ghost place."
The woman sitting at the back looked at the captain's seemingly gloomy face, and there was a trace of uneasiness in her heart. She did not know whether the decision she had just made was correct, but now she could not allow her to regret it. The captain ’s words, after all, his lord is an aristocrat. Although she was uneasy, she decided to look at the situation first.
The team progressed deeper into the Chakaran Valley along the edge of Siye City. The distant cities quickly disappeared behind the rolling hills, and the mountain peaks that continued to advance on both sides of the valley gradually became gentle.
The northern part of the Chakaran Valley is obviously more livable than the southern end. Looking at the growing village, the woman's eyes flashed a confused, as if recalling the past.
When the team passed through a village, the cavalry officer pointed to the woman and pointed to the village not far away: "It is here, we are here to meet those Ottomans."
Even if he didn't look back, he could feel the gaze thrown from behind, and the officer could not help shrugging his shoulders slightly.
"We didn't know that they were messengers at the time. We must know that some of them played the messenger's horn and did not shoot their own flag. Even their guides came out to stop after we had begun the massacre."
"So you just killed them all?" The woman asked carefully, feeling the movement of holding the man in front of her. She first hesitated and said softly, "Thank you."
Perceiving that the woman behind her seemed to be somewhat depressed, the officer coughed: "Can you tell me why you are fleeing to the north? I heard that the days in the south are better."
"That was before, now we have to leave our hometown, otherwise we may not even be able to keep our children," the woman's voice said with hatred. "The Ottomans took our children away, not only training them to become soldiers, but also forcing them to convert Pagans, as well as those Pashas, ​​are even more vicious than wolves, and we can no longer find anyone more terrible than them. If we do n’t escape, they will be cleaned by them sooner or later. "
The officer nodded, and followed the count from Cagnola to Bosnia along the way. The scenes they saw made them not only surprised, but some were even unbelievable.
Although the Ottomans have not completely occupied northern Bosnia, the traces of alien rule have been visible in many places in the north, and as they gradually penetrated into the territory of Bosnia, they can also feel the more ambiguous attitude of those local nobles.
For those things, this officer does not care, he is just a scout captain, as long as he completes his tasks dutifully.
But even after entering Bosnia, he still felt the kind of unique tension and uneasiness. At least the captain Gompati, who used to only propagate artillery to others all day, became silent, and as the captain of the Earl's Guard Busako has brought them Earl's orders more than once.
"Be careful, don't trust locals, even nobles, don't trust them."
At first, this command sounded strange, but after entering the land for a few days, the soldiers gradually understood the meaning of these words.
These Bosniaks are obviously tough and stubborn. They certainly hate the Ottomans, but they also hold strong hostility to the foreign troops from the West, and the attitudes of those nobles are more ambiguous. After marching on the hostile land, the captain of the scout received an order for his scout squad to explore the way far away.
"Don't believe anyone." It became the only creed for this cavalry team to protect itself in this remote and unfamiliar land at any time, because of this, when they accidentally saw an Ottoman outside the village After the team, immediately launched an attack without waiting for the opponent to react!
Only as a result of this decisive decision, when they cut over half of the ostensibly dressed Ottomans, they found that they had attacked an Ottoman messenger group ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The embarrassment is still worried about the consequences of a major disaster. After knowing the truth, the captain of the scout only hesitated a little and made the decision to completely kill the other party.
As for his reasoning is also very simple, although it is the messenger, after all, these people are Ottomans, since sooner or later they will be killed one day.
"The Earl's army is in the village in front," the Scout Captain turned back slightly to the woman behind him. "Listen to me, I promised to bring you because you understand the Ottoman language, but I can't guarantee that the Earl will trust you, so you yourself Be careful. "
"Please rest assured, Captain, I know what to do," the woman replied confidently, her eyes falling on a leather bag hanging on the man's saddle in front of her.
There were a few letters that I showed her when I passed through the village where the Ottomans were fighting. They were found from the Ottoman messengers who were killed at that time. It was also because they realized that these letters might be very important, so they Only then hunted down the escaped Ottomans.
The woman believes that no matter who the earl said these soldiers are, he will definitely be interested in the contents of these letters.