The daylight in late autumn begins to shorten, and the sky begins to darken as soon as the sun sets.

In the open space in the middle of a town between Bramon and Walloonburg, two or three contingent soldiers in tight leather armor sat around a bonfire.

Oliver broke off half of the bare wheat bread in his hand and threw it into the wooden plate of the old man who was eating voraciously beside him. Then he put the hard bread into a wooden bowl, dipped it in the soup, soaked it slightly, and stuffed it into his mouth and wrapped it in a large mouthful.

The old man with torn clothes and gray hair was quite powerful in combat. Before Oliver finished eating a piece of half a piece of bread, the old man had stuffed the second piece of bare wheat bread into his mouth and chewed desperately.

"Old guy, eat slowly and don't choke to death. Today, you can eat slowly and eat slowly. Adults will have to ask you later."

The old man ignored Oliver's words and reached out his dry hand to the third piece of bread baked by the bonfire.

"Old thing, you have to eat it with the soup, or you will have to break your rotten teeth." Another soldier opened his mouth and looked at the old hunter who was more edible than himself, and kindly advised.

"Drink~ drink water~ occupy~ your stomach, you can't hold it~ much food." The old man swallowed the food with his throat, his mouth was full of stuff, and his hands were still trying hard to put the bread into his mouth. He was so choking that he almost rolled his eyes before he picked up the soup and sipped it...

"How many years have you not had enough meals~" The soldier just now pouted and said softly to the old man.

"Three years!" The old man quickly pinched the crumbs of bread that had just been sprayed and stuffed them back into his mouth.

"Three years? Didn't that have never been full since the last battle with the Schwarpen?" Oliver asked. He had heard that the national war several years ago made many border areas terrain, but he did not expect that it would not have recovered in three years.

The old man stuffed all the third piece of bread in his hand into his mouth, then shook the crumbs on the ripped clothes and put them into his mouth, pounded his chest, and replied: "Over the years, the lords first peeled us a layer of skin - forcing war taxes, forcing food, forcing mules and horses, forcing young and strong, and then the Schwabians burned, killed, robbed money, robbed food, robbed animals, robbed women, and robbed slaves... After finally driving the Schwabians away, the lords returned. In order to rebuild their strict castles and luxurious mansions, they began to forcing land taxes, forcing mules and horses, and forcing labor... We did not have green and strong farming land, and even if we barely planted a little food, it would not be enough to pay the lords' taxes higher than a year."

The old man shook his head and waved his hands, and it was so miserable.

Oliver was also the poorest farmer. He knew how cruel the lords who ate human flesh and drink human blood and squeezed human bones were. He felt a little sympathetic to the poor and thin old man, so he took a piece of roasted rye bread from the bonfire and handed it to the old man.

"No, I can't eat it anymore." The old man refused and reached out to take the large piece of rye bread.

"Master, look, I can't eat it anymore. Can I take this piece of bread back to my grandson to taste it? The lord's mill is too expensive. We haven't made bread in a long time~" the old man's tone was almost begging.

"No, no, this is all military rations, and you cannot carry them privately." The supply of military rations from the contingent is preferred, but you cannot even eat and take them.

The old man looked at the black bread in his hand reluctantly, touched his almost round belly, and smiled and said to Oliver, "Then let me lose a little bit of soup, I can eat another one."

"Captain Oliver. The adults have finished the military discussion. Call you in and report on the military information."

A guard poked his head out of the gate of the mansion and called out loudly to Oliver and others in the courtyard.

"Okay, brother Matthew, let's come in immediately." Oliver quickly stood up and replied.

Seeing that the old man wanted to forcefully eat the bread, Oliver snatched the bread from the old man's hand, and then stuffed it into the old man's thin and tattered clothes, "Take it back for your grandson to eat, don't let people see it. Then he will come to you and tell you all what you know."

The old man quietly touched the bread in his arms, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly followed Oliver and others into the mansion.

The military camp in the border guard corps was stationed in the town's tax officials' house. The tax officials must have fled to a safe place in the heart of Yona before the war began, so this place became the central army command camp.

Even though all the candles on the walls had been lit, the room was still very dark.

Yat, the commander-in-chief of the Border Guards, had already put on a full set of armor with the help of the personal guards. When Oliver and his men entered the door, Yat stepped forward and explained a few words, "Oliver, the Schwarpen, who attacked Walloonburg, divided up an army of 300 people to attack us. I must lead my troops to stop it myself. The battle to annihilate the small group of enemy troops is commanded by your Lord Odo. Report the military information to him and assist Lord Odo to completely annihilate the group of bastards!"

Oliver stood solemnly, "Yes! Sir!"

Yat patted Oliver on the shoulder, swept through several task force soldiers with encouragement, and walked out of the room with four personal guards.

"Ron, the cavalry and infantry are ready without..."

Yat's figure disappeared into the night.

Oliver took his eyes back and paid tribute to Odo, the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment, standing in the room. "Old Odo, the task force tracking team will report to you, we have found the trace of the Swabian bastard."

Odo immediately raised his spirits, "Where is it?"

The border guards' garrison was five miles west, facing the hidden settlement in the densely-hued hills on the side of King's Avenue east and west.

It is less than two miles away from King's Avenue, which is constantly traveling between people and carriages. However, due to the hard rocks and broken walls on both sides of the roads entering and leaving the hills, the road is difficult to expand. Therefore, it has not become a prosperous village next to the road. On the contrary, this settlement, which is only seven or eight hills separated from the road, was very closed, and there were less than twenty farmers at the most prosperous time.

However, this settlement should be the most withered at this time. There were only five or six living people in the settlement of fifty or sixty villagers, and they were just tools for Schwabian to stay to vent his animal desires.

The settlement had been looted and slaughtered, and there was no one else who could breathe except those poor peasant women. However, in order not to let the smoke discover outsiders, Schwarpen did not set fire to the fire, so the settlement's low and dilapidated houses survived.

The consequences of the settlement were scattered around the settlement were soldiers wearing armor and holding swords and axes. Under the beating bonfire, they could barely identify them with the nose and eyes of the Schwabian people, wearing clothes and armor belonging to the Swabian army, and carrying the Schwabian weapons.

From the bonfire and the patrol that can be seen with naked eyes, the number of people in the settlement exceeds sixty, and it should be the Swabian small army buried in the soil and raided the border guards...

The reason why there were only sixty or seventy Swabian soldiers in the settlement was that the remaining thirty or forty people were sent to all directions of the settlement to set up secret posts. Once an enemy army entered the fight, they would immediately break into pieces and escape into the mountains.

It may not be that simple to completely annihilate these cunning foxes.

In the dense forests of the weeds in the southeast of the settlement, two black shadows covered in whole turf looked up at the bonfires with red lights under the hills, motionless.

They were contingent soldiers who stayed to monitor the enemy troops in the settlement, and the two of them had been lying here for half a night.

The late autumn night was very cold, and fortunately it was covered with a layer of turf that covered its body. Otherwise, the two of them would not be able to withstand the increasingly wet and cold cold air.

A soldier put the special bread in his hand on his teeth and kowtowed a small piece, rolled it into his mouth and chewed it gently, and said to his companions who were staring at the enemy below the mountain, "The defense of this group of bastards at the foot of the mountain is too strict. They will change a batch of sentries every once in a while. There are five sentries we can see. I just discovered a secret sentry on the periphery. They must have been lurking outside the mountain. Our army could not even see their figure and flee. It is probably not easy for the central army to raise troops to annihilate these bastards in one fell swoop~"

The command camp of the Central Army in the Border Guard Corps was stationed in the town. All the flag captains and above of the Second Infantry Regiment were called here by Odo to discuss the combat plan against the Swabian small army.

"...The enemy's hiding place is in a hilly area on the edge of the mountain. Going north out of the mountain is King's Avenue, and going south into the mountain is endless peaks. You can imagine that these cunning foxes must have set up open and secret posts to monitor our army's movements on the periphery. Before our army approaches, they will escape into the mountain... So, I think the plan of Commander Bangeda directly leading hundreds of infantry to attack the enemy is not feasible." Oliver denied the simple plan of several flag captains of the Second Infantry Regiment.

"Colin, you are also the adjutant of the Second Infantry Regiment, tell me your thoughts." Odo pointed at the general. Colin was the oldest officer, with rich combat experience and flexible minds. So after Odo was promoted to commander of the Second Infantry Regiment, he repeatedly begged Yat to transfer Colin to his subordinates as the captain and adjutant of the First Flag.

Colin had not participated in the advice of the flag captains just now. He had been whispering to the old hunter temporarily hired by the contingent, and from time to time he glanced at the top map on the wall.

"Mr. Odo, do you remember that we were hired by Lord Berion to escort military rations to the Fortress of Carlke in Provence, on the way to attack a manor outpost in the north of Carlke?"

Odo recalled carefully and remembered, "I remember that at that time, Lord Berryon was still the first to serve as the inspector, and Lord Berryon was just a baron."

"You mean we try to attract the enemy out of the hole and then ambush again?" Odo instantly guessed Colin's intention.

"Yes, we also used it later when we suppressed bandits in Sap. Since we can't catch up and fight, let the enemy run out by themselves, and then we..."

Some tricks are all kinds of tricks, and the more you use them, the more you become more and more skillful. I have used one trick to lure the enemy out of the hole many times, but the effect is still so good.

However, the guy who was used as bait started to curse in his heart again.

Eight miles west of the legion's headquarters, a convoy full of goods was running desperately. Perhaps the carriage was loaded on the carriage was too heavy, or perhaps the occasional ditch on the plain made it difficult for the convoy to move smoothly. The convoy's escape speed was not fast. Eight cars covered the carriage with thick felt cloth to crush deep marks on the turf - I don't know whether it is expensive or not, but it must be heavy enough, either food or military preparation.

Fifteen or sixteen baggage guards holding short spears next to eight carriages quickly chased the convoy while nervously looking back at the seventy or eighty chasing pursuers behind them. Some of the guards with crossbows in their hands stopped from time to time to draw light arrows and shoot light arrows behind them, and then ran away.

Spencer, the baggage officer of the Yona Border Guard Corps, sat in a carriage at Oyewei, glanced back at the pursuers who were pulling farther and farther behind him, and shouted loudly at the carriages in front of him: "You are really running for life at that time. Why are you running so fast? Slow down!"

After saying that, he said to the car's captain of the car's car, "Hurry up, the bastards behind are about to stop, throw the food in the car, and let them see what's in our car, and don't throw away some wild shit, the group of dogs behind them will not go crazy."

After a while, more than a dozen bags of military rations and wheat were scattered everywhere on the rut line of the convoy's escape...

More than two hundred steps behind the convoy, seventy-five armed and armed Schwabians ran two or three miles along the winding rut line under the leadership of a horse-riding officer.

After two or three days of dormant, the group of Swabian troops who were harassing behind enemy lines began to bite people again. This time they attacked the Burgundian army's baggage line. The eyeliner said that the convoy carried a large amount of military equipment and rations to the war zone. After hesitating, the commander of the Swabian team ordered a small number of soldiers to garrison and then chased with most of their troops.

The Schwarpen was not without guarding against the enemy's conspiracy. As far as they knew before the war, they knew that this army, called the Wells Legion, was expanded from the small team that defeated the local army in the Tbrunn War Zone.

Knowing that the opponent is not a good product, Schwarbians are very cautious in pursuing. Instead of using the limited seven or eight cavalry for the pursuit, they scattered them on the wings of the team and behind to guard against possible enemy situations. Be careful when dealing with wild wolves, they are always right.

"Captain, sir, they started to throw things. The grain was hulled and wheat was thrown away, and even the military rations were thrown away, which means there were more expensive things on the convoy. Are we still chasing them?" A Swabian soldier was so tired that he was almost vomiting blood. The baggage convoy had a great ability to escape.

"Those soft guys only know that we can't catch up with us. Forget it, we won't chase it. We are too far from the forest line and are easily blocked by people." Commander Swabian's thoughts were still clear. Seeing that the team had already chased too much and the baggage team in front didn't seem to slow down, he planned to withdraw his troops and return to the nest, so he thought it was a waste of time.

Just when the commander was about to order his foot to return, the wheels of a carriage in the baggage carriage more than 300 steps ahead might be damaged by stones or pits. The running carriage suddenly overturned to the ground, and supplies in the felt cloth were scattered all over the ground.

Several baggage guards next to the overturned carriage ran in panic around the dispersed carriage and held the brand new weapons and armor on the ground in their arms and continued to run forward. Even though they were two or three hundred steps away, Schwaben could still see many weapons on the ground that they had not picked up.

"It's really a weapon and armor. If these weapons are sent to the war zone, our brothers will have a good time." The breathless Swabian soldier set up a shed with his right foot and looked at the carriage that was falling apart in front.

"Let's not retreat for now, go and see what good things are on the carriage."

With the order of Commander Swabian, more than seventy soldiers began to chase after him again...

One mile ahead of the plain chase field, the Alsace River, with a deep and wide surface, rushed into a river peninsula. In the low grass on both sides of the entrance of the river peninsula, four or five hundred soldiers from the Second Infantry Regiment of the Border Guard Legion crawled in it. It would not be easy to pay attention if they were not standing high and looking carefully.

"Captain Colin, won't the enemy come? Why is there no trace?" The captain of the third flag of the Second Regiment who was lying beside Colin raised his head and glanced at the distance, without seeing any shadows of the baggage team or the pursuers.

Colin pressed the captain's head with a lift, "Hide it! Expose the location and military law to deal with it."

"Silence and wait!"

After Colin said that, he simply put his hands under his head to make a pillow and narrowed his eyes.

Just as he closed his eyes, a rapid sound of birds singing sounded. Colin quickly opened his eyes and took out a wooden whistle from under him, imitating the birds singing three times, and then more than a dozen of the same birds singing sounded one after another in the short grass where Colin was located.

"Here's here! The enemy is hooked!" The boredom on Colin's face immediately changed to excitement. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, waiting for the charge horn.

About half a mile ahead of the short grass on the flank of the river where the Second Infantry Regiment was hiding, the Schwarpen had already brought the chase to a distance of less than a hundred steps.

Commander Swabian knew from the captured local farmer that there was a river ahead, so he cleverly asked his soldiers to divide them into three teams on the left, center and right to force the fleeing convoy in front of the river. Once they were forced to the river, those people would not want to escape. Not to mention that the carriages could not cross the river, the supplies guards would all be slaughtered on the river bank. The supplies convoy was also fainted by chasing and actually ran towards the river obediently.

Victory was right in front of me, and the chasing Schwarbian had already seen the roasted suckling pig waiting for them to bite.

When the baggage convoy found themselves forced into a dead end, they were already halfway through the river, and those surrounded by water on three sides could no longer break through the two wings.

"No!!! Why didn't they panic? They shouldn't be so calm when forced into a dead end! And is this too easy?" Commander Swabian looked at the convoy that was stopped at the end of the River Peninsula, and his heart was filled with anger.

"There are no pursuers behind?" Commander Swabian sat on the horse and looked behind him.

"Commander~ Sir, no cavalry~ no enemy situation warning~" the sweaty soldier beside the commander replied intermittently.

"There are many grasses on both sides, you and you, each of you brings a few soldiers to see, don't get ambushed people." The commander on the horse's back felt that the grasses on both sides were too lush, for fear of an ambush.

The two very tired soldiers were reluctant to run so far to the squad, and dragged their lazy walks to pick people to deal with their errands.

At this moment, the logistics team at the end of the Hezuo Peninsula actually shot out a white flag. This was very obvious. Since it could not be defeated, it could not escape, so it could only surrender.

Commander Swabian chuckled and shouted at the two soldiers who turned around and stopped to watch, "Look, let's continue to go to the two sides to detect the attacks. I'll take a few people over to see~" As he said that, the commander clicked a few soldiers casually and kicked his horse to the Hanoi Peninsula.
To be continued...