On the horse-drawn carriage outside the monastery, Matthew and others had already picked up sword, axe, bow and spear to guard the surroundings. Ron ran behind Yat, "Master, the footprints are all fresh. They should have been left last night, mostly towards the monastery. The group of people did not walk on the boulevard but entered the dense forest. It was impossible for them to be the soldiers of Lord Berion."

Yat also squatted on the ground and carefully identified the footprints of various shapes and sizes. In the direction of the footprints, it was roughly inferred that the group of people came from Lameer Mountain, with more than 80 people, and there should be a small number of horses and animals.

"Ron, look at these hoof prints." Yat pointed to several hoof prints that were much larger than horse's hoof.

"This is not a war horse or a riding horse, this is a slow horse in the cultivated land."

"Looking at these footprints, these are not cowhide-skin boots, but wrapped in worn linen. Lord Berion's army cannot fight with plowing horses, and soldiers cannot even have pairs of boots. What's more, the army does not need to hide in the dense forest." Yat has determined the identity of these footprints.

"Yesterday, Lord Berion told me that his army had all sent out to encircle the rebel bandits who had been forced into the north of the monastery. I guess this was the rebels who were "encircled". They actually escaped from the central army blocking the attack on Berion. The encircled army was either defeated or traitors and traitors."

Yat grabbed a handful of grass and wiped off the mud in his hand, then got up and held the hilt of the sword, and ordered Ron with a serious expression: "Ron, call the two Velno's cavalry brothers over."

Ron quickly called over the two Velno cavalry guarding beside the road.

“Sir Yat~”

"Master Yat?"

Yat looked at the two cavalrymen, "It's too late to prove my guess. One of you two quickly returned to the monastery to intimidate Lord Berion, and said I guess there was a group of rebel bandits planning to attack the monastery. There were nearly a hundred people and a small number of horses. The rebels formed a complex group, and perhaps there were many civilians who fell into the monastery. Let Lord Berion quickly deploy defenses and deal with it."

"The other man immediately ran out of the mountain. Whenever he encountered Lord Berion's army, he immediately asked them to support the monastery. Please be quick. There are less than fifty soldiers in the monastery and their strength is not prevailing."

Yat quickly arranged a mission for the two Virno cavalry and urged them to act immediately.

The two Velno cavalry did not dare to delay for a moment, so they jumped onto the horse and kicked the horse and ran.

On the road, there were three guards at Atrone and Matthew who were guarding the surroundings.

"Master, what should we do? Go back to support Lord Berion or leave the dangerous place outside the mountain?" Ron asked.

According to common sense, Yat is just a guest, he has made the right response, and the next thing has nothing to do with him.

However, Berryon's role in Yat is too important. Putting aside the inextricable connection of interests, he would not bear to be safe even if a friend was in trouble. What's more, he was unwilling to let Berryon be killed like this. The future of the European Commercial Bank still needs this young and promising military upstart in Provence.

"Ron, wrap your war horse's hooves with cotton cloth, put on a rope cage on the horse's mouth, and then follow the direction of your footprints, and repay it after touching the enemy's tail. Be careful not to be reckless. If you encounter danger, run back to save your life." Yat said as he ran back to his war horse saddle, pulled out an old cotton robe coat from the horse's mattress, cut it into four pieces, and handed it to Ron to wrap the horse's hooves.

Ron picked up his cotton robes and rags and threw them into his war horse.

"Matthew, let everyone gather! Check the weapons and armor."

After Yat ordered, he began to sort out his weapons.

The knight sword on his waist is Yat's core melee weapon, but Yat did not intend to use him to stab the butt of more than a hundred rebel bandits. It is too dangerous to fight in close combat. The sheath belt of the saddle behind the horse was tied with a cowhide sewn bag, which contained five spears about six feet long. This spear is shorter than a short spear, and the spear rod is relatively thin. The spear tip is a round iron cone. As long as it is thrown correctly, it can basically pierce through the nail. In advance, considering that it is necessary to enter the hilly and mountainous areas, the long guy who is inconvenient to use is not carried, but the front saddle has an 80-pound riding bow. Compared with the sixty-pound riding bow I carried before, this bow is hard enough. There are twenty light arrows and ten armor-breaking heavy arrows in the arrow bag. Yat was not here to fight and would not carry too many arrows.

In addition, Ron also specially selected a heavy hammer for everyone from Vilno's arsenal. The so-called heavy hammer is actually a three-pound iron ball installed on a two-foot-long wooden handle. This thing doesn't look very good, but it will definitely be broken when hitting a person with a running war horse.

With the weapons and armor, Yat led three guards to get off the lane and controlled the horse in the direction of the messy footprints...

Six miles west of the monastery, a large area of ​​dense forests covered a team of 100 people approaching quietly, with very hidden tracks.

This team is the remnants of the rebel bandits who had been encircled and suppressed by the Verno garrison for a long time.

The so-called rebel bandits are traitors who are willing to kneel in front of the Lombards and kowtow to become slaves and then raise their swords to oppress the civilians of Provence.

Their composition is very complicated - robbers, prisoners, hooligans, refugees, thieves and defeated soldiers who surrendered to the Lombardy army. Since these people can even betray their own country, they naturally have no dignity and kindness.

The damage caused to Provence by the rebel bandits was comparable to that of the Lombardy army. They were familiar with the terrain and were familiar with the situation in various places. They could not only act as a guide dog for the Lombardy army, but also cause great destruction in the rear of Provence.

When Yat was hired to go south to fight the war, he had annihilated an army of rebel bandits.

The war between the two principalities had already ended, but these bone-bearing maggots were very difficult. They were essentially a group of bandits and bandits funded by the enemy. There was no organization or military discipline. They were hiding in deep mountains, dense forests and canyons, and it was difficult to wipe out.

After more than a year of clearance, the rebels and bandits in other parts of eastern Provence basically disappeared, but in the mountainous areas in the southern Provence, there was always a group of bastards coming out from time to time to rob and kill people.

The team in the dense forest to the west of the monastery is one of the "best". Their numbers are nearly 100, led by a treasonous former Provence Knight and several of his accomplices, and they have been secretly supported by the Lombards.

The core combat power of the team is more than forty rebels fleeing south from north to south, and most of the rest escaped the bandits, robbers, gangsters and thieves who were encircled and suppressed again and again, as well as mountain people and refugees who were forced to join the gang. Many of them were driven down from the northern and central parts of the Lameer Mountains.

When the team was the largest, it gathered more than 180 minions. They entrenched in the Lameer Mountains for a cold winter. They woke up in early spring. After a series of evil deeds of killing people and setting fires to loot the villages, they finally attracted the attention of the southern Provence troops. Half a month ago, more than 200 border troops entered the mountains to encircle and suppress them.

After all, the rebels and bandits could not defeat the standing army. In the past, they killed people in mountain villages and were unable to deal with the encirclement and suppression of the Verno army, and they lost seventy or eighty people in just half a month.

Just yesterday, the rebels raided a garrison in the north and broke a gap in the encirclement. However, the rebels did not choose to flee north or go east to hide into the mountains. Instead, they threw away the pursued troops and turned south, because they learned from the captured garrison's small officer that Viscount Berryon's central army was located in the monastery in the south.

The continuous fighting and fleeing day and night has drained the rebels' physical strength. As soon as they announced that they would rest on the spot, the guys were throwing their armor and stumbled into mud.

A man wearing long-sleeved mail, wearing a standard number suit, and hanging a heavy axe on his waist lifted up the full helmet protection on his head, aimed his wine bag at his mouth and poured a big mouthful of inferior beer. Then he whispered the juice from his beard and cursed to the people behind him: "A group of lifeless bastards! This is not a village in the mountains, so send people to patrol and watch!"

Everyone was already in a mess and had no intention of patrolling and guarding. In the end, the rebel commander had to force a few minions who had just been brought in to stand guard.

Several minions were sleepy and hungry, and they carried short spears and dragged the farm tools to disperse around the dense forest reluctantly.

The raid was supposed to be a quick battle, but running around day and night has consumed too much physical strength. Even if the rebel commander is anxious, he can only let his subordinates recover their strength in the dense forest and then attack the monastery when it gets dark. The commander, regardless of his fatigue, personally led a few confidants to the near-the monastery for a mission...

However, this rebel's stay and revision doomed their fate.

Just as the rebel bandits were recuperating the dense forest, they rode a fast horse and ran into the monastery along the dense forest road. After a moment, Viscount Berryon, who was stationed in the monastery, immediately adjusted the military deployment.

However, Berryon did not immediately lead his army to evacuate. He sent two groups of secret sentries to touch the direction where the rebels might attack and transferred all the cavalry and most infantry out of the monastery to ambush on the gentle slope of the mountainous area to the north. Then he personally led the miscellaneous soldiers who had changed their armor and the servants who continued to stay in the monastery to make an illusion of unawareness, waiting for the rebel bandits to attack...

Behind the rebel bandits, five shadows were also approaching quietly.

"Master, I have tracked down that group of people. They are resting in the dense forest. The number is about a hundred people. Most of them are holding simple weapons. Some even carry farm tools. However, there are also many elite soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp edges gathered in the center."

"They just sent out four groups of sentry guards, two to three people in each group. I didn't get close to observe in order not to expose me." Ron hunched his back and tried his best to lower his posture to move closer to Yat and the others hiding behind a bush.

Yat and his men hid about half a mile away from the dense forest occupied by the rebels. The war horses they rode were tied behind a pile of rocks further away.

"Master, there are too many of them, we can't beat them, and it will be even more troublesome if we get entangled." Ron was not timid. As a veteran who has been through a long battle formation, he just told the truth.

Yat had no decision in his heart. He just intuition could not allow these rebels to attack Berion, but the number of people on the other side was too large, and even gangsters could crush him.

After pondering for a moment, Yat looked around the terrain - unfamiliar, there was not even a venue to deal with and delay.

"The source of the rebels is complex and the strengths are different. As long as Viscount Berryon is prepared, he will definitely not suffer a big loss. We just need to try our best to delay the pace of disrupting the enemy. If we can fight, we will fight, and if we can't fight, we will run away." Yat set the tone for this unexpected battle.

"Ron, you take Matthew to the right, and I take the rest of the people to the left. First, you will roughly understand the nearby terrain and landforms, and you will not run around after running. After you find out, you will come back here to gather."

After saying that, Yat leaned on the bowstring from his back pocket, and called two guards to touch the left...

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