Chapter 388: . Between the interlaces at night

As the troops set off, the knights and servants of Avilesburg lined up neatly and galloped on the muddy and rugged dirt road.
Five horseback militiamen from Nari Village led the way ahead. The pedestrians moved quickly, and it didn't take long. The outline of Nari Village on the plain was imprinted. It also included temporary camps on the grain drying ground and a few campfires.
The stars released a soft light, mixed with the bright moonlight, and the whole earth was shrouded in tulle.
The march at night was not hindered and troubled.
Sufficient lighting.
What's more, as a knight servant in Avilesburg, the daily food quotas are all high-quality meals, and there is no shortage of fresh meat and various fruits, so they do not have night blindness like the poor.
In this feudal era, there are many night blindness caused by the lack of vitamins.
This is particularly prominent in the most barren northern county.
Of course, in comparison, the East Junling and the South Junling are much better.
After all, according to what scholars have seen and heard, the richer free people in these two counties live much happier than the little country squires, small landlords, and small businessmen in the northern county. Perhaps the difference is only the size of their rights.
It's just that in the current era, no one cares about this, and there is no so-called human rights and life security.
Civilians with an average life expectancy of less than 45 years will not be considered too much.
To live is the greatest desire!
The Viscount Gibran is 67 years old. He is also an old man in the Principality of the Lions, but now he is still the mainstay of the East County leader. With the maintenance and exercise during the week, there is no complete twilight.
This is also a longevity among the nobles, a happy old age without serious injuries.
Zema moves forward.
In front is a black building lined up on the plain.
It is the village of Nari, which belongs to Avilésborg, which is small in size but full of internal organs. Occasionally lights show through the windows of the house, adding a bit of popularity to this quiet night.
But the most conspicuous is the dozens of tents illuminated by piles of campfires on the grain drying ground in front of the village.
It seems to know that a large-scale team is stationed.
"Stop moving forward."
Viscount Gibran tightened the reins at this time, and the right hand holding the whip had also been raised to signal.
Behind him, many knights and servants held their reins and controlled the slowdown of the warhorse under their crotch. Although there were more than 300 people, they were all neat and orderly when they stopped, without any confusion.
The nobleman who was also satisfied with Viscount Gibran was, after all, his carefully tuned attendants.
"grown ups."
Bertlem Zema approached.
The expression was a little puzzled. Obviously, he was puzzled by the order to stop advancing, and asked: "There are still a few miles away from the village of Nari. We stop here. I'm afraid it will take a quarter of an hour to rush past. "
It's still a wilderness in the wilderness. It's only a distance from Nari Village, but also through a field of reclaimed farmland.
Viscount Gibran didn't explain much, just said: "Lead the horse."
"This…"
Not to mention Bertrim, even the other three Cavaliers were a little hesitant.
This distance is not close.
Now wearing a full set of chain mail and chain mail, I walked all the way, not to mention the excessive physical exertion in the place, just to say that such a rugged dirt road, it would be troublesome if it reached the foot.
Although they are well-trained, most of them are fighting techniques such as equestrian, gunning and swordsmanship.
There is not too much for walking.
The noble masters are all riding horses.
As long as the humble poor and civilians are armed, or the mercenaries who are swaying everywhere will walk, and all the civilians who are a little bit of money, rich and free people, will buy their own packs to travel.
"Go."
Viscount Gibran has no meaning to explain.
Turning over and dismounting directly, holding his love horse forward, it was really walking on this rugged dirt road, striding toward the village of Nali through the stars and moonlight.
Bethlehem behind him and his three brothers were all helpless and turned over and walked to keep up.
Including the knight servants in the rear.
Are all walking forward.
The sound of footsteps bursts, but the sound is much lower than the galloping horses.
Especially when they are silent at night, when they walk forward, they not only have a low voice, but when they listen carefully, the abnormal sounds around them can be detected in advance, and the concealment is greatly improved.
This is what Viscount Gibran meant, and he was curious in his heart.
He knew the barbarians.
But it was the first time it could be disguised as a mercenary.
If he simply went to the raid, the Viscount Gibran was really familiar, but for the long-term stability of the eastern county and the security of the western border, he decided to investigate first and get the information he wanted.
If the barbarians really learned too much knowledge by contacting the Principality of the Lion and the Kingdom of the Silver Plate, then it is a place that is worth worrying about.
Gibran, as the only Viscount in the East County, will never be merciless.
The killing will bloom.
And will also kill the wilderness wilderness in the higher terrain west.
When they united and began to learn all kinds of knowledge towards the fellow human beings of the Principality of the Lion, these barbarians were no longer barbarians but civilized civilizations.
By that time, the East Lion County, the principality of the male lion that borders most of the territory, will usher in a new enemy.
This is really dangerous.
Gradually approaching Nari Village.
Looking at the campfire in front, the group of people moved forward quietly, and their steps were lighter.
The left hand was holding the reins, while the right hand had already lifted the hilt, and withdrew a little. Under the shining of the stars and moonlight, the faint cold mountain emanated, which was very terrifying.
The Viscount Gibran, including all the knightly servants, did not actually relax.
The worst plan is already in my heart.
This is their traditional concern.
Once on the north bank of the Ristniston River, when the battle defeated the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom, it was full of spirit. After preparing, it finally won the battle and achieved success.
Lions beat rabbits with all their strength.
Now they don't have the slightest carelessness.
The reputation of a generation of East County leaders, Viscount Gibran is by no means worthy of fame!
It was just that they were soon discovered.
Pulling out a small half of his long sword, it shimmers in the moonlight, like a piece of tiny glass mirror, and his eyes are sharp, and the desert robbers who are vigilant to the East County leader are aware of the strangeness from a distance.
Although camping in the grain drying field next to the village, vigilance is essential.
There are also many open whistle secret whistle.
They are all rotations.
When someone first discovered the abnormal reflection in the distance, they had already reported it at this time.
The number of clear whistle is reduced, the patrol disappears into the tent, only a few people seem to be lazy on guard, but in fact they all rely on obstacles and can lie down at any time to avoid long-range attacks such as bows and arrows.
As for the dark whistle, they have all shrunk and hid inside the outer tent.
All the people who were asleep were awakened.
The left glove covered the skin shield.
The right hand clenches his spear or heavy scimitar.
All curled up slightly inside the tent, but they were able to kick their legs out of the tent at any time, and launched a counterattack, so that any enemy who dared to attack them by night would receive an unexpected counterattack.
Even Kant, who was in the middle of the temporary camp, had woken up, wearing a chain jacket and a linen robe.
A group of lion knights and lion attendants also guarded around.
There is no problem with safety.
The 30 Lions of Sarion, and all the lion principalities can't make up so many knights.
Large-scale legion combat may be slightly worse. They also want to avoid deadly arrow rain, but small-scale military conflicts are the best place for them to play.
Just now.
Although the elite desert robbers are ready.
But these 6th-level knights and 5th-level lion servants are equally prepared.
With 80 of them, enough to protect Kant from killing, and also taking advantage of the night, all 300 quietly invaded riders will be slaughtered, and there will never be too many casualties.
Kant was more cautious, and Shen Sheng ordered: "Submit the order, stay alert, and wait for the order."
"Yes!"
The lion servant wearing the chain armor nodded immediately.
At this time, they are the heralds, leaving the tent lightly, walking quickly in the dark place where the bonfire cannot shine, and at the same time conveying Kant’s order, so that everyone can receive the order to make arrangements~EbookFREE.me~This The commander in the front row was naturally Rolf.
He is in the front tent.
Through the gap, looking at the cold flashes that flashed from time to time outside, his eyes were also cold.
Especially looking at the village next to him, he couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that this village of Nali is not an honest village, but a fierce bandit den."
Staying in the village is the right way.
But at night in the village, there were ghostly troops approaching.
Not only did he draw out his weapon, he touched it quietly. If it wasn’t a robber, it would not be a good person.
Rolf is not a good general. Once on the mainland of Kaladea, he was a notorious villain and nobleman, specializing in solving problems for certain forces, such as buying village informers and taking advantage of the night to intercept, it is also commonplace. .
Money is moving, let alone the poor farmers in these villages.
"Be prepared for Lao Tzu."
Rolf grinned.
Turning his head to look at the elite group of gangsters next to him, Shen Sheng yelled: "Naturally Kant said that the group of guys will not attack, we don't need to attack, but the group of guys clearly charged, so let me use your short Javelin greets round!"
"Understood!" the elite desert robbers answered in a low voice.
And just talking.
The spears and scimitars in his hands were also replaced by short javelins.
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