After walking around, several people roughly understood the surrounding terrain. On the one hand, this move was to facilitate the enemy's later dealing with him, and on the other hand, it was mainly to prepare for his escape. If he did not look forward to it in advance, he would run around and fall into desperate situations such as Shanwa Caves, and he would die without a burial place.

"Remember, we are just trying our best to delay the plan to disrupt the enemy. The cavalry who warned the fast horse should come. We only need to give Lord Berion some time to deal with the defense. Don't fight. It's not cost-effective to die in such a place." Yat gave a few instructions to Ron and the others who were around to pull the bow and wipe the sword. Then he took out two light arrows from the arrow bag on his back and held them in his mouth. He held the few fingers outside the bow with his left hand and pinched three of them. He had already pinched one with his right hand and put it on the bowstring, and gently pulled the string.

With a nod, several people divided into two groups and bowed to the two closest enemy posts...

The rebel commander did not dare to be careless, but the unlucky minion sentries he sent were not as vigilant as that.

In recent days, I have been running around from morning to night, and no one can withstand it.

No, the two minions who were in charge of keeping watch in the back were leaning against a big tree and snoring like thunder.

They might be discussing taking turns on duty, but it was obvious that the guy on duty was lost in the thunderous snoring of his partner.

Both groups of Atron, holding a bow and pulling the string, were almost stuck in front of him, and the two minions did not notice it at all.

Ron and Matthew looked at each other and smiled, let go of the bowstring and put away the arrow, took out the short sword at the waist and rushed forward, covered their mouths and noses with one hand, and wiped them towards their necks with the other hand.

The sharp blade slowly cut the throat and cut the veins, and the hot blood kept splashing out along the sword.

Two unlucky guys woke up from their dreams and tried to struggle desperately, but Ron and Matthew had already strangled their heads. No matter how hard they struggled, it would be useless. If you want to shout for help, your throat was cut and your blood surged, you couldn't shout out at all~

Feeling that the struggle between the two people under him was getting weaker and weaker, Ron and Matthew let them go, and the two minions immediately collapsed to the ground, their bodies could only twitch slightly, and their mouths were rumbling slightly.

Att, who was guarding the bow, turned his head and looked at Ron and Matthew, and nodded. Several people picked up the bows and arrows and walked quickly to the rebels' repaired place...

In the dense forest east of the monastery, the rebels who were preparing for a raid were still repairing and standing by.

The rebel commander was not here. He was taking a few confidants to touch the provost near the monastery. After all, the other party was a border army and could not tolerate any luck or mistakes, so the rebel commander had to go and see it in person before deciding how to attack.

The highest commander was not there, and the remaining rebels and bandits were pieced together, so there was no question of military discipline or other things.

Most people take off their armor and helmets and find a place to lie down. A few energetic people raise small campfires regardless of the risk of exposing their locations to bake food.

Behind the edge stones where the rebels were resting, two bandits avoided the eyes and ears of the crowd and sat next to a pile of rising flames holding two wooden sticks with bats baked on the flames.

They were bandits and knew that the smoke and dust of the bonfire would be exposed, so their bonfire was very small and the flames were strong enough that almost no smoke and dust rose.

The bat meat, which was burnt to the flames, emitted a burning fragrance, which caused two bandits who hadn't eaten meat for a long time to salivate.

"I said, can this thing be eaten? Don't be poisoned to death, I want to live two more days?" A bandit raised the bat meat that was roasted to the size of his palm, and he was wondering in his heart that this thing smelled pretty good, but it looked like...

"What do you know? The meat of this thing is more fragrant than chicken. I have eaten so much. Nothing is wrong. If you don't want to eat it, give it back to me!" Another bandit said as he was about to snatch it. These two bats were captured by him with great effort.

Of course, the troubled bandit refused to let him go. He quickly retreated and avoided the hand that reached out. Then, looking at the bat meat that had begun to turn white on the wooden stick, Adam's apple couldn't help but squirt a few times, stretched out his nose and sniffed it, it was indeed very fragrant.

Carefully put it to his mouth and tear off a small piece and roll it into his mouth and chew it. "Yeah! It smells so good!!" As he said that, he rubbed the half-cooked bat and tore it open it and sent it into his mouth.

"How is it? Isn't it good?" Another bandit also began to tear the bat meat in his hand.

Just as the bandits were biting the bat meat, several black shadows moved loomingly from the dense forest behind them.

"~ It seems~ It seems that someone is there~" The bandit who was muttering just now was putting his hands beside his mouth to bite his muscles and bones that were not very roasted, and he saw an unusual movement.

Another bandit turned his head and looked at it, "That's right! Are you dazzled?" After saying that, he turned around and continued to deal with the "wild game" in his hand.

"No, there is—"

Tighten! Puff!

Before the bandit's voice was heard in the jungle, a sharp arrow flew across the sky and pierced the linen top and nailed it into his right chest.

Before she could scream, several more arrows flew over, and the two bandits who were still chewing bat meat in their mouths were so unknown that they were nailed into meat sieve by arrows...

Ron touched it and used a short knife to completely end the lives of the two bandits. While drying the blood stains on the knife, he stared at the bat meat that had not been chewed in their hands, with contempt on his face.

"I'm so greedy. If this thing cannot be eaten, it will kill people!" After saying that, Ron put his sword in his hand and followed Yat and others to rush towards the place where the rebels gathered together to repair it.

After a moment, a burst of swords and sword clashes sounded in the dense forest and the panic and riots of the rebels...

There was a time when the rebel bandits were at a loss. They were jackals who came to attack their prey. Who would have thought that there would be a few wild wolves rushing from behind? Besides, most of them were still lying on the ground and sleeping soundly. When they opened their eyes, they would fight in a mess and not react at all.

Yat and his men rushed into the dense forest where the rebels were crowded with swords and axes, knocking down five or six rebel bandits in a row, and were frightened by the slaughtered jackals...

The first thing they realized were the rebel soldiers concentrated in the middle of the dense forest with armor and armed weapons. Most of them came from the army and were very vigilant and responsive. They found that the number of people on the other side was not large, and there was no tendency for the enemy to continue to join.

After calming down for a moment, a small rebel officer led three or five soldiers to push towards Yat and the others. The three or five rebel soldiers played a reassurance, and then seven or eight rebel soldiers rushed towards the chaotic place...

Yat bent down and moved sideways to avoid the slashing attack. At the moment when the axe-holding rebels were deviated by the axe inertia, Yat's knight sword in his right hand adjusted its direction, and the tip of the sword stabbed the rebels' waist.

The tip of the STEEL Knight Sword stopped when it hit the side of the rebel's half-body mail, but then the tip of the sword pointed out by Bai Liangang pushed open the mail ring under the huge force, passed through several layers of cotton armor and drilled into the rebel's body...

Suddenly, a severe pain caused the muscles on the rebel's waist to twitch, and his body twisted, and he threw the rebel's violent hand and grabbed the sword blade that was stirring into the waist with both hands.

Yat took a turn and pulled out suddenly. The sharp blade slashed the rebel's fingers.

"Okay, retreat separately!" Yat kicked the rebels with a broken finger, glanced at more and more rebel bandits rushed over, and decisively ordered a retreat.

The goal has been achieved, and if you delay it, you will die.

Ron Matthew and the other two guards were not in a fight. After realizing that there were more and more of each other, they followed the order and quickly retreated, and spread the left and right sides into the dense forest.

More than a dozen rebel soldiers who noticed the opponent's strength also chased after him in two teams...

When the knight commander finished sending his confidant back to the memorial to return to the jungle, the jungle was filled with wailing wounded soldiers.

The rebel bandits who were stabbed in the back no longer dared to be careless. They all picked up their weapons and put on armor and looked nervously around the dense forest, fearing that another enemy would suddenly attack...

A loud slap slapped a rebel wearing a mail officer to the eyes of Venus.

"...Four or five bastards actually killed eleven people? So many of you still let everyone run away with all their hearts? Was it a waste!"

The commander was already furious and his face turned blue.

The rebel officer covered his swollen left face and said, "They ~ they touched in quietly~ There were still horses when they ran, how could they catch up with it?"

"Waste! Waste! Waste! All are waste. They are still embarrassed to make excuses." The commander poked everyone's noses and scolded them one by one.

The commander was already dry and cursed, and stopped and closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

"Mr. Commander, I just saw clearly that those bastards were all border troops from Velno. Do you think we have already exposed our whereabouts?"

"Or what if we cancel the operation and retreat quickly?"

Another rebel officer who escaped by luck finally spoke. He clearly saw the five sneak attackers wearing the Velno border burqa.

The commander raised his eyes and stared at the proposed officer, "Where are you running? Tell me where to run now? The enemy troops in the north are about to catch up. The few bastards who just appeared must be the army vanguards who surrounded them from the west. To the south? To the south is Lombardy. Do you think those Lombards are good things? They just want to leave us in Provence to make trouble for them."

"If we don't kill those border troops, how can we gain a foothold here? Are you planning to go back to the mountains to be savages?"

"The only way now is to kill those guys stationed in the monastery, catch the Viscount Berryon and force the border troops to withdraw, and then use money and materials to exchange for prisoners. As long as we gain a foothold on the edge of the border mountainous areas, we will have a lot of room for survival in the future~"

The rebel commander had already visited the monastery in person, but he still looked unaware of the slightest warning. The possibility of a successful raid was very high.

"But will the guys who attacked us just now send someone to call the police?" the rebel officer raised his concern.

"Even if we call the police, it doesn't matter. Anyway, we have a lot of people, and even if we fight hard, we won't suffer any losses! Okay, let me tell everyone, leave two old and weak guard the wounded soldiers, and the rest immediately set off and follow me to kill those border bastards!"

While the rebels gathered to run towards the monastery, Yat and his men were busy in a clearing ground less than two miles from the dense forest just now.

Yat and Ron climbed up two tall pine trees on the edge of the clearing and watched the surroundings, while Matthew took two other guards to cut fresh pine branches from the dense forest to the center of the clearing and covered a large pile of hay.

Seeing that the hay pine trees were already piled up, Yat signaled Ron to stop the alert and slid down the treetops.

Ron ran to the tall pile of hay branches, took out the flint iron sickle from his waist and squatted close to a bunch of fluffy and dry tinder.

The sparks falling from the flint were ignited. First, a trace of black smoke was turned into a red core. Finally, the flames rose in a mighty storm, ignited the hay, and lighted firewood and fresh pine branches...

After a while, a thick stream of black smoke rose in the dense forest several miles west of the monastery. This black smoke should be enough to attract the attention of Berion of the monastery in such a clear weather...

Yat and his men jumped on their horses and ran towards the beginning of the road.

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Walk to the monastery and find a hidden place nearby to observe the situation..."

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