The troops set off, and the knight attendants of Fort Aviles lined up neatly, galloping on the muddy and rugged dirt road.
Five horse-riding militiamen from Nali Village led the way. The group moved very fast. It didn't take long before the outline of Nali Village on the plain came into view, including the temporary camp that was illuminated by several bonfires on the grain drying ground.
The stars released soft light, mixed with the bright moonlight, and the whole earth was shrouded in tulle.
There is no hindrance and trouble in the night march.
Sufficient lighting.
What's more, as the knight servants of Fort Aviles, the food quota they get every day is all high-quality food, and there is no shortage of fresh meat and various fruits, so they don't have night blindness like the poor.
In this feudal era, the poor suffered from night blindness due to lack of vitamins.
This is especially true in the most barren Northshire Territory.
Of course, in comparison, the East County and South County leaders are much better.
After all, according to what scholars have seen and heard, the richer free citizens in these two counties live much happier lives than the small gentry, small landlords, and small businessmen in the North County Territory. Perhaps the difference is only the size of their rights.
It's just that in the current era, no one cares about this, let alone the so-called human rights and life security.
Commoners with an average life expectancy of less than 45 years don't think much about it.
Being able to survive is the greatest desire!
Viscount Gibran is 67 years old, and he is also an old man in the Principality of Lions, but now he is still the pillar of the East County. With the maintenance and exercise on weekdays, it is not completely twilight.
This is also considered a long-lived person among the nobles, and it can be regarded as a happy old age without serious injuries.
Ride forward.
Ahead were dark buildings lined up on the plain.
It is the village of Nali belonging to Fort Aviles. It is small in size but has all the internal organs. Occasional lights shine through the windows of the houses, adding a bit of popularity to the quiet night.
But the most conspicuous thing is the dozens of tents lit by piles of bonfires on the grain drying ground in front of the village.
From the looks of it, it was obvious that a large team was stationed.
"Stop going."
At this time, Viscount Gibran tightened his reins, and his right hand holding the whip had already been raised as a signal.
Behind them, many knight attendants reined in and controlled the horses under their crotches to slow down. Although there were more than 300 people, they were all orderly and orderly when they stopped, without any panic.
Viscount Gibran also nodded in satisfaction. After all, they were his carefully trained attendants.
"grown ups."
Bertram rode closer.
With a puzzled expression on his face, he obviously didn't understand the order to stop advancing, so he asked, "It's still a few miles away from Nali Village, we stop here, and I'm afraid it will take about a quarter of an hour to rush there at top speed. "
This place is still in the wilderness, and the distance from Nali Village is to pass through a reclaimed farmland.
Viscount Gibran didn't explain much, just said: "Lead the horse over."
"this…"
Not to mention Bertram, even the other three great knights hesitated a little.
This distance is not close.
Now wearing a full set of chain mail and chain armor, walking all the way, not to mention the excessive physical exertion at the place, just say that such a rough dirt road, if you sprain your feet, it will be troublesome.
Although they are well-trained, most of them are fighting skills such as equestrian, spear, and sword.
There is not much to explore for walking treks.
All nobles ride horses.
Only the humble poor and armed civilians, or those wandering mercenaries will walk, and any civilians with a little money, rich free people, will buy their own pack horses to travel.
"Let's go."
Viscount Gibran didn't mean to explain.
He got off his horse and walked forward with his beloved horse. He was actually walking on this rugged dirt road, and under the light of the stars and moonlight, he strode towards Nali Village.
Bertram and his three senior brothers who were behind them also dismounted helplessly and followed on foot.
Including the knight attendants in the rear.
All on foot.
There were footsteps, but compared to the galloping horses in groups, the sound was much quieter.
Especially in the silence at night, when they walk forward, not only the sound is low, but if they listen carefully, they can detect the abnormal sounds around them in advance, and the concealment is greatly improved.
This is what Viscount Gibran meant, he was curious.
The barbarian he knew something about.
But it was the first time he could disguise himself as a mercenary.
If it was simply a surprise attack, then Viscount Gibran was really familiar with the road, but for the long-term stability of the East County and the safety of the western border, he decided to investigate first and get the information he wanted.
If the group of barbarians really learned too much knowledge from contact with the Lion Principality and the Silver Plate Kingdom, then that would be a cause for concern.
As the only viscount in the East County, Gibran will never show mercy.
Killing will bloom.
And it will also kill towards the higher-lying wilderness in the west.
When they unite and start to learn all kinds of knowledge from the human compatriots of the Lion Principality, these barbarians are no longer the barbarians they used to be, but civilized people who are about to be civilized.
At that time, the East County Territory of the Lion Principality, which borders most of the territory, will usher in a new enemy.
It's really dangerous.
Gradually approaching Nali Village.
Looking at the bonfire in front of them, a group of people moved forward quietly, their steps were a little lighter.
The left hand is holding the rein, while the right hand has already supported the hilt of the sword, and has pulled out a little. Under the light of the stars and the moon, it emits a faint cold light, which is very terrifying.
Viscount Gibran, including all the knight attendants, did not actually relax.
I have already prepared the worst plan in my heart.
This is their traditional concern.
When they fought bloody battles and defeated the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom on the north bank of the Reese Niston River, it was only after they worked hard and made preparations that they finally won the battle and achieved success.
The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength.
Now they will not be careless in the slightest.
A generation of famous generals in the East County, Viscount Gibran's reputation is by no means in vain!
It's just that they are quickly discovered.
Pulling out the small half of the long sword, it shone coldly in the moonlight, like pieces of tiny glass mirrors, and the desert robbers with sharp eyes and vigilance against the East County leader noticed the strangeness from a distance.
Although camping in the grain drying field next to the village, vigilance is essential.
There are also many whistles and whistles.
They're all rotations.
When someone first discovered the abnormal reflection in the distance, they had already reported it.
The number of sentry posts decreased, and the patrol team disappeared among the tents. Only a few people stood guard seemingly lazily, but in fact they all leaned on obstacles and could get down at any time to avoid long-range attacks such as bows and arrows.
As for the dark whistle, it has all shrunk and hid inside the outer tent.
Even all sleeping personnel were awakened.
The left glove is covered with a leather buckler.
The right hands are all holding their respective spears or heavy machetes.
All of them curled up slightly in the tent, but they could kick their legs out of the tent at any time and launch a counter-charge brazenly, so that any enemy who dared to attack them in the dark would receive an unexpected counterattack.
Even Kant in the middle of the temporary camp had already woken up, wearing a chain armor and a linen robe.
A group of lion knights and lion attendants also guarded around.
Security is no problem.
There are 30 Sarion lion knights, even the Lion Principality can't gather so many knights.
Large-scale legion battles may be a little bad. They also have to avoid the deadly arrow rain, but small-scale military conflicts are the best place for them to play.
Just like now.
Although the elite desert robbers are ready.
But these level 6 great knights and level 5 lion servants were also ready.
With just 80 of them, they were enough to protect Kant, and they could also take advantage of the night to slaughter all the more than 300 riders who came quietly, and they would definitely not suffer too many casualties.
Kant was more cautious, and said in a deep voice: "Send the order, stay vigilant, and listen to the order."
"yes!"
The Sarion lion squire in chain armor nodded immediately.
At this time, they were the messengers, leaving the tent lightly, walking quickly in the dark where the bonfire could not shine, and at the same time conveying Kant's order, so that everyone received the order and made arrangements.
At this time, the commander in the front row is naturally Rolf.
He's in the front tent.
Through the gap, looking at the cold light that flashed outside from time to time, his eyes were also cold.
Especially looking at the nearby village, he couldn't help snorting coldly: "It seems that Nali Village is not an honest village, but a vicious bandit den."
Staying overnight in the village is the right way.
But at night in the village, troops with ghosts approached.
Not only did he draw out his weapon, but he also touched it quietly. If he is not a robber, then he is not a good person.
Rolf is not a good general. He used to be a notorious villain aristocrat in the Calradia continent. He specialized in solving troubles for certain forces. For example, buying informants in the village and intercepting and killing them halfway at night is also commonplace. .
Money touches people's hearts, not to mention the poor farmers in these villages.
"Get ready for me."
Rolf grinned.
Turning his head to look at the group of elite bandits next to him, he scolded in a deep voice: "Master Kant is naturally saying that those guys don't know how to sneak attack, so we don't need to attack, but those guys are obviously charging, so let me use your shorts first." Javelin greeting round!"
"Understood!" The elite desert robbers answered in low voices.
And just talking.
The spears and scimitars in his hands were replaced by short javelins.
PS: I recommend a friend's "Legendary Psion", a DND stream novel. Mages are incomparable materialists, they always want to use a set of absolutely correct formulas to interpret the world. But they also have to admit that there are some things they can't explain - such as those shining lights hidden in the deepest part of everyone's heart.
PS: This book is really good, you can really read it.
(end of this chapter)