As a patrol horse entered the city, the Wells Legion's baggage team was plundered by a group of scattered soldiers from the hinterland of Jona Province, and sent to the south lord hall of the city of Saint Ryan, where the legion command camp was located.c8』c8』c8』c8』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c9』c

Yat visited the church in the north of the city to visit the wounded soldiers who were injured and unhealed in the battle a few days ago. The lieutenant of the army was guarding the central command camp in the hall of Lord St. Ryan.

Odog let the sentry send a breath.

"How many people are there on the other side? What is the military flag emblem?" Odo stabilized the panicked sentry and raised two core questions.

"The other party~there are more than forty people, led by a knight, including three cavalrymen, about ten infantry attendants, and the rest are all peasant soldiers."

"The captain of the heraldic style of the emblem didn't see it too clearly, and it seemed that there was a black clover~"

After listening to it, Odo thought for a while, but couldn't remember that the family had black clovers, so he simply stopped thinking about it and immediately turned around and shouted at the command tent of the Central Army: "Immediately send the order, the legion cavalry team gathered urgently and rushed to the grain transport trade road five miles east of the city to rescue the baggage team."

Odo was cruel and cruel again, "Catch all the opponent. If the opponent dares to resist stubbornly, kill him on the spot!"

Odo's new guards immediately ran out of the lord's hall and rode to the open space west of Saint-Rion to pass the orders to Lusinian.

On the lord's hall, Odo was ready to go to the north of the city to report the police to Yat. He thought for a while and ordered the middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the office room to update and organize the roster of the legion: "Certificate, go and read the book immediately and find out that the black clover is the heraldry of that family."

The weaker middle-aged man took the order and turned around and took out a thick collection of heralds from a large wooden box carried by the army. He looked through it carefully page by page, but did not find the heraldry logo of the clover...

Outside the manor several miles east of St. Ryan, a forty-three-man team dragged six carriages full of food and moved slowly southward.

It’s not that this team doesn’t want to go faster, but the group of miscellaneous soldiers behind them holding broken swords and holding short spears are really tightly entangled. The group behind them are the original owners of these six carriages. Obviously, the original owner does not want these carriages full of food to be forced to be recruited by this team, and more than a dozen miscellaneous soldiers are constantly chasing and fighting.

"Master, I see that the bastards are too tightly entangled. As soon as we turn around, they run away. As soon as we leave, they follow us. Otherwise, we will throw things down and withdraw? They will bite and maybe there will be reinforcements behind them?"

"This area is our own army, maybe it is the grain team of which adult?"

Under the black clover emblem, a middle-aged man who looks like a caravan manager looked worried. He was deeply worried about his master's reckless behavior of "forced recruitment" of friendly military food and grass.] 98] 98] 9 Reads 9 Books,.2≧↗

Next to the black clover heraldry flag, a bloated man was riding a fat and strong war horse. Because the man was too heavy, the war horse was obviously a little struggling, and his limbs and feet were trapped in the soil. Because he was too big, it was difficult to find a suitable armor, so he was wearing a specially made widened and enlarged iron armor. In order to reduce the weight and reduce the burden, the iron armor was beaten to the same thin as parchment paper, and its defense was almost zero, but it still looked quite charming.

The man on the back of the war horse was holding two snatched wine bags to taste. He took a sip of the wine bags on both sides, the ordinary civilian beer, and the taste was very bad. He threw them to the servant next to the war horse, then picked up another wine bag and tasted it. He took a big sip in one breath.

"This kind of beer is good, I haven't drunk it before. Where is it brewed?" the fat man praised.

"Master, I said we should put down our things and withdraw them. Those guys are so tangled." The middle-aged man who looked like a manager made a statement again.

The fat man was a little impatient, "I said don't call me master. You call me master one by one. People who don't know thought I was still a low-key businessman~ You should call me Lord Jazz now!"

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man who looked like a manager quickly corrected it.

The fat man then looked a little brighter and said, "Is it easy for you, my master? I haven't bought this Knight Lord for so many years. Now I have caught up with the war and got such a precious opportunity. Your "master" has ruined my mood."

"Yes, sir, I was wrong. But I said behind me~"

"What's behind you? The chasing of the miscellaneous soldiers behind you? What are you afraid of them doing? I'll send someone to beat you later, it's better to kill a few guys who don't have eyes."

"But the other party is also from the army~"

"We are also an army! I said, can you be braver? Look at the way those knights used to steal our things. You are now a knight, so you should learn what a knight should look like! What's wrong with grabbing something? The palace logistics officer said that we can raise food by ourselves. When we fight in the west, how can we do without food?"

"Besides, last month our people passed by here, and there were troops stationed nearby. This flag for transporting grain and miscellaneous soldiers was not the flag of the Saint-Rion County soldiers. I don't know if it was the miscellaneous soldiers from there. I guess they were selling military rations, otherwise there would be so much food? If I hadn't been worried about delaying the march, I would have wanted to lead the army into the manor full of food and grass."

The fat man became more and more crazy the more he talked. He thought he had bought a knight and summoned several of his own caravans to recruit dozens of farmers. He was a strong army.

The black Clover team had about two hundred steps behind. Spencer, the commander of the Wells Legion's baggage team, held a step bow in his hand, rounded the bowstring and aimed diagonally upwards.

"Sir Spencer, the distance is too far to shoot." Spencer, a baggage guard, who trembled his arm and held his bow unsteadily.

Spencer's hand was shaking too hard, and before he could aim, he put on the bowstring. The arrow twisted his waist and floated towards the team ahead, and soon landed on the open space behind the team ahead.

"I want you a bastard reminder. I don't know if I can't shoot it yet. Why don't you rush to shoot a few arrows?" Spencer slapped his step bow on the hand of the guards beside him.

Spencer was in a very upset.

Since he led the baggage team to the northwest border of Jonah Province, he watched the large amount of military rations carried by the guards with his army, and purchased and raised food and supplies from the surrounding castle villages. The manor had raised food and supplies for nearly ten months of the Wells Legion, which was an amazing achievement.

According to the prior arrangement, the food and grass stockpiled in the manor after entering St. Ryan must be transported to the city for proper storage, so he has been busy transferring supplies and food recently.

Today is Spencer who personally transported the last batch of grain back to the city, but he didn't expect that he was intercepted by a group of troops coming from the east shortly after leaving the manor.

Obviously, the other party was not a very knowledgeable person. When Spencer warned the other party that he was the baggage team of the Wells Legion, the other party was not touched at all.

A fat man stepped forward and said arrogantly, and forced the grain carriage from the logistics team as a leader of the cavalry.

The previous transfer was very smooth, and today was the last batch, so Spencer only brought about a dozen baggage transport troops and several baggage guards left in the manor to escort them. Then he thought he would encounter such a bastard.

Seeing that the other party was unreasonable, he robbed him. Spencer initially resisted with weapons, but there were too many people on the other party, and he knocked over several baggage soldiers when he came up. Spencer resisted but the grain truck was robbed.

The robbery of the grain truck was a great crime. Spencer sent the captain of the logistics transport team to ride a horse to warn him, while taking his subordinates with their weapons and chasing him up, pulling the other party's tail and not letting go.

Spencer was thinking about how to stick it up and harass the other party again to slow down their pace. At this time, his subordinates exclaimed: "Sir Spencer, someone rushed over from behind us!"

"Hurry up, retreat north first, and catch up later." Spencer thought that the other party had touched the knife behind him and stabbed him decisively ordered the retreat. They did this all the way, and they neither gave up nor got beaten anyway.

"Black robe? It seems to be ours!" Another soldier saw the color of the person behind him and stopped preparing to escape.

"It's our people! Our people are here!" Another mistress also jumped up.

But Spencer raised his hand to set up the shed and looked at it. It seemed that there were only five or six figures. "The reinforcements are too fast? Why did they send these people?"

The group stopped and waited for the arrival of the shadow...

"Passat, why are you? Aren't you patrolling the north of the city?" Spencer looked surprised.

Passat led the squad of soldiers to run for miles in one breath, panting.

Spencer quickly handed someone a few water bags to drink and took a few breaths.

"Don't worry about the others, what's going on?" Passat asked breathlessly.

Spencer told Passat about the whole story.

Passat became more and more angry the more he heard it. "Battleman, our Wells Legion has always robbed others. Today, someone dares to rob us! I think they have lived enough!"

"Immortal Bird, let the brothers check the military equipment, let's rush up! Hang our military flag on the tip of the spear!" Passat was about to rush forward.

"Passat, we have few people and weak combat power. Why don't we wait?" Spencer advised that his baggage soldiers were indeed negligent in training for weak combat power.

"Our Wells Legion has never been insulted by such robbery. I must fuck them to death!" Passat was indeed angry, but he did not intend to rely on his subordinate team to attack dozens of people.

"Spencer, a few of us are in front later. You lead the baggage team's men behind. We arrange the array neatly to make the other party afraid. If you can't fight, you can use it?"

"Only array, no charge?"

"I have sent someone to give back the horse. The cavalry team will definitely arrive soon. If you can bite it, you can bite it. If you can't bite it, just hold the enemy."

"Our baggage team dares to charge, but it's better not to give away heads."

After saying that, Spencer began to command more than a dozen of his subordinates to organize their arrays based on the military array knowledge accumulated by occasional training and frequent training......11
Chapter completed!