As soon as it was dawn, everyone began to pack up and prepare to go.
As the trail of the wolf cavalry drew closer, restlessness began to spread among the fleeing team.
Thrall wrapped up the leftover half of the hare yesterday and stuffed it into his arms. He ignored his companion who kept nagging, but looked around the camp, looking for that beautiful figure.
Soon, Thrall locked on the target.
But unfortunately, there was another man standing beside that figure.
Thrall touched his left cheek, the welt on it was still painful.
Companion Bam looked at Thrall who was in a trance, and couldn't help but sneered: "Okay, Thrall, don't look at it. That noble lady is not something that a commoner mercenary like you can climb up to."
"Who says mercenaries can't like noble ladies?" Thrall retorted impatiently.
"Haha, do you really understand the status gap between commoners and nobles? Silly boy!"
"Don't call me a fool again!" Thrall stared back at Bam viciously.
"Okay, okay." Bam shrank his head in fright and begged for mercy.
Only then did Thrall let him go, his eyes followed the figure again, and he said in a deep tone: "Bam, do you know Earl Uman?"
"Of course I know, Lord of Falling Eagle City."
"That's right, do you know how Earl Uman's title came about?"
"Didn't his father pass it on to him?"
"Yes. Then, how do you know how his father got his title?"
"His grandfather passed it on." Bam thought the question was a bit silly.
"No." Thrall shook his head slowly, "It was passed down from his grandmother to his father."
"So?" Bam scratched his bird's nest-like hair, his face full of confusion.
"Why was it passed down by my grandmother instead of my grandfather?" Thrall's eyes shone strangely, "Because Earl Uman's grandfather was actually a civilian mercenary!"
"How is that possible?" Bam exclaimed.
"But it is what it is.
Count Uman's grandfather married the daughter of the former lord of Falling Eagle City as a mercenary. Later, the son of the lord of Falling Eagle City died unfortunately, and his title was passed on to Count Uman's grandmother, and then passed on to To the earl's father—that is, the son of the mercenary! "
Bam opened his mouth wide, as if listening to an Arabian Nights myth.
There was a strange light in Thrall's eyes, which was something called ambition.
He approached Bam and lowered his voice, as if making an oath: "So, the son of a mercenary can also become a nobleman!"
After speaking, Thrall strode towards the direction of that figure.
Bam stared blankly at the tall companion's back, feeling complicated.
However, what Thrall didn't tell Bam was that the mercenary who married the earl's daughter was a sixth-rank warrior and the president of the northern mercenary union. people".
"Ms. Vera, good morning! Knight Colin, good morning! Please allow me to lead the horse for you, as an apology for offending you yesterday."
Ke Lin looked at the low-browed mercenary in front of him, feeling annoyed for a while, and waved his hand as if to swipe away a fly: "No need."
"Aren't you willing to accept my apology?" Thrall immediately made an aggrieved look, and then deliberately exposed the left side of his face, where blood was still oozing from the whip marks.
"Colin, a true knight should know how to forgive." Vera seemed to be deceived by the mercenary's pitiful disguise, and even offered to help.
Thrall was delighted, but at the same time felt pain.
The good news is that Miss Vera will speak up to help him out.
What hurts is that she actually called Colin by his first name without adding the suffix "knight"!
This is a very intimate way of addressing.
So unreserved!
"No, I think it's too much for the leader of the Firefox mercenary group to lead the horse for me. In fact, I happen to have a more important task to give to Captain Thrall."
"You think too highly of me..." Thrall instinctively sensed something was wrong.
"Why, aren't you willing to do me this favor?" Colin would not give the other party a chance to refuse.
"I...Of course I would, it's my honor." Thrall had to bite the bullet and agree, but he had already started to regret it in his heart.
"Very good!" Colin grinned, showing his sharp canine teeth, "In order to get rid of the pursuers behind us, we need to mislead them so that they can't figure out our real movements.
So, in a moment, please lead fifty people—choose the young, strong and fast ones—to advance quickly all the way north. After about twenty or thirty kilometers, you will reach the banks of the River Run.
At this time, you have to deliberately leave some traces of crossing the north, but in fact you don't really need to cross the river, but quietly follow the rushing river all the way to the east, and you will meet us after walking about ten kilometers.
Of course, when you go down the river, you must eliminate the traces of the march, and you must not attract the enemy!
do you understand? "
Thrall broke out in a cold sweat when he heard it, and felt more and more that Colin was avenging himself, and found an excuse to get rid of himself: "You, are you asking me to be a bait?"
"No, it's not a bait, it's a suspect!" Ke Lin said seriously, "And we will also cooperate with your actions. As long as you strictly follow what I say, there will be no danger."
"How to cooperate?" Thrall was still worried.
Colin frowned suddenly.
If this was in the regular army, and Thrall dared to ask such a question, the coach could directly chop his head off.
Because the coach is not obliged to explain his overall strategy to each of his generals.
After each general receives the military order, he only needs to act in accordance with the requirements of the military order.
Instead of asking questions, hesitating, picking and choosing.
Even if the coach really assigns you a death mission, then you can only do it.
The military order is like a mountain, even if it really wants to crush you to death, you can't hide!
Unconditional obedience is the first priority of a soldier.
But obviously, it is impossible for a mercenary like Thrall to have the qualities of a real soldier.
Ke Lin was very helpless, so he had to explain patiently:
"Our cavalry will all disperse, search and destroy the sentry cavalry of the wolf cavalry behind us, to ensure that the other party will not be able to see our specific movements within a day or two. Therefore, as long as you hurry up, you will not be caught up."
Thrall thought for a while, and then asked: "So, your plan is to let me lead a small group of troops to deliberately make the illusion of crossing the river to confuse the enemy, while the large group of troops find a place to hide?"
"That's right."
"Then how do you know that the enemy will be fooled? No matter how carefully we clean up the traces of the march, as long as we search carefully, we will always find clues."
"Because we will hide in a place that the enemy will never think of."
"Where?"
Colin gradually became impatient: "Mr. Sal, have you been to the River Run before?"
"No."
"Then you won't understand." Colin clamped the horse's belly lightly, and walked forward slowly:
"Do as I said. After arriving at the south bank of the Running River, make some illusions of crossing the river, and then go all the way eastward along the river. You will come to the hiding place I said to join the big army. At that time, you will Understood."
"Knight Colin..." Thrall chased after a few steps, and asked again.
"Mr. Sal, I believe you will be able to complete this mission, right?" Vera said warmly.
Thrall immediately held his head high, patted his chest and said loudly:
"Of course! I will not let you down!"
It's a pity that this little mercenary, who was lost in Vera's charm, would not see that Colin, who walked a few steps forward and turned his back to him, was showing a sneering sneer.
(end of this chapter)