Chapter 811 Expedition to Bailun Mountain
Qiao An and his companions looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't help being deeply shocked by Mr. Major's fanatical remarks, but it was hard to refute them in person.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became gloomy, but fortunately, the sound of bugles came from outside the window, and it was time to go to the restaurant.
The young college students, as if they were saved, took the opportunity to end their awkward chat and bid farewell to Mr. Major in a hurry.
Walking out of Major James' office, Hailar finally couldn't help complaining.
"This Mr. Major looks like a heretic, full of heresy!"
"Pry his head off, and we'll know what the cranium of a madman looks like!"
"That's right." Audrey shook her head and interjected with a smile, "If phrenology is really effective, there are things that are hard to explain."
"For example, I have a bigger head than Joan, and the facial features are deeper than him. According to the theory of phrenology, I should be smarter than Joan, but unfortunately it is not the case!"
It was rare for Qiao An to hear that Her Royal Highness "blackened herself", and she couldn't help but laugh.
Holden clapped his hands suddenly and sang a doggerel with a smile.
"Big head, big head, don't worry about it raining!"
"Others have umbrellas, but my sister has big heads!"
"Bastard! Shut your stinking mouth!"
Audrey gritted her teeth, her face flushed, she kicked her brother hard on the ass.
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Joan and his party came to the cafeteria and accompanied the cavalry officers headed by Major James for lunch.
Major James no longer preached the "phrenology" he believed in, and the atmosphere of the meal was generally relaxed and pleasant.
After lunch, the troops set off.
The "Blue Lancers" and the interns from Midgard University, with a total of more than 400 riders, left the city gate in a mighty manner and turned to the southwest.
The boring military life is nothing to write home about. Although the road conditions are not bad, after a whole day of riding, people are tired and backache.
Especially those young students who lacked long-distance marching training, complained even more, and were too tired to walk after getting off the horse. There were even some people whose inner thighs were worn out by the saddle, and their crotch was dyed scarlet, as if they had come to the "big aunt".
These people who were embarrassed were all boys, but at the moment they were deeply envious of the girls who also rode all day.
Ladies' saddles are different from men's. You can put your legs together and sit sideways on the saddle. After hard work, you will not be hurt by the saddle, and the delicate skin on the inner thighs will not be worn.
By the next morning, when the troops left the temporary camp and went on the road again, most of the students had given up on horseback and marched, retreated to the side of the baggage team, and took horse-drawn carriages instead.
Captain Powell, the quartermaster, seemed to have expected that this group of college students would not be able to last for two days, so he prepared ten extra empty vehicles when they set off, and now they really came in handy.
Joan's team and Arnold's team still insisted on marching on horseback.
A little hard work is nothing to them.
Joan's riding skills have been practiced really well, and his body is much stronger than before.
After a full day of high-intensity marching, when camping in the evening, after dinner, everyone else was too tired to rest, but Joan insisted on the previous work and rest system.
Joan carries a "life support ring" with him, and he only needs to sleep for two hours a day to restore his energy.
As for the fatigue accumulated from long-distance travel, drinking a cup of potion made from "Tears of God" can dispel it.
After taking the medicine, Joan regained his energy, and stayed alone in the tent, racing against time to read a large bundle of arcane periodicals that he carried with him. The time for meditation and studying spells could be squeezed out more or less.
After a three-day march, the troops arrived in the Bailun Mountains at dusk on May 7.
At this point in the march, the road conditions gradually became worse.
Especially after a heavy rain just last night, there was a lot of water along the way, and there were muddy puddles everywhere.
The troops had to slow down their marching pace and zigzag on the wet and muddy mountain roads.
From time to time, bad news came from the rear. Either the cart carrying supplies got stuck in the quagmire, or the axle of the carriage broke again.
Major James was so angry that he scolded Captain Baldwin for being useless, and repeatedly threatened his quartermaster, saying that he would leave the logistics team and lead the cavalry to move forward alone according to the predetermined plan.
Of course, this is just outrageous talk.
As a commander with rich combat experience, no matter how impatient Major James is, it is impossible to really abandon the dragging convoy, otherwise the convoy without the protection of the cavalry may become the target of a large group of Peridon attacks .
Being dragged down by the convoy, the cavalry had to suspend their journey and rest on the spot.
Joan was sitting on horseback, looking out at the mountains with the last rays of the setting sun, and the scenery in front of him evoked his memories.
This piece of barren mountains, surrounded by coniferous forests, is desolate, quiet and uninhabited.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain where the troops are located, the first thing you see are the ruins of large and small mining fields, which have been abandoned for a long time and are mostly submerged in green shade.
The line of sight crossed the mountainside and searched upwards along the steep ridge, but the vision was soon obscured by the clouds and fog in midair.
Although he couldn't see the towering mountaintop clearly, Joan knew very well that the volcanic lake on the top of the mountain, the valley hidden by the cliffs and the jungle, was the habitat of the large group of Perydon.
As early as more than three months ago, he flew up to the top of the mountain invisibly and scouted Pelidon's lair on the spot.
Just as Joan was fascinated by the memory, there was suddenly dense gunshots on the opposite side of a mountain ridge in front of him, and there was a faint roar of wild beasts coming along with the wind.
Joan immediately recognized that it was the roar of the male Peridon, and couldn't help but change his face slightly, and quickly reminded his companions to be careful.
Audrey looked in the direction where the gunshots and roars came from, her handsome face was solemn.
The last ray of light in the western sky finally disappeared behind the mountains.
As night fell, in the dim wilderness, the sound of gunfire and roars of beasts was extremely thrilling.
"The place where the abnormal movement came is at least two or three miles away from us, and there are hills and dense forests to cover it. It is impossible to see what happened."
Hailar frowned and muttered to himself.
"It's very likely that Peridon is attacking the passing merchants. It's useless for us to wait here. Why don't we fly over to have a look, maybe there's still time to help."
Holden yelled impatiently.
Audrey waved her hand, signaling her younger brother to be calm. Turning the horse's head, he ran towards Arnold and his party who were also paying attention to the abnormal movement in the distance.
"You must have noticed the movement on the other side of the mountain ridge. What are your plans now?" Audrey asked Arnold bluntly.
Arnold hesitated for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "I really want to go over and check what happened, but... this is not a school after all, the army is a place where rules are respected, we still have to wait for Major James to make up his mind, no It’s good to act on your own.”
"It's not convenient for the cavalry to travel through the mountains and forests. Even if we rush to the scene of the incident now, it will take at least two hours to arrive at the scene, and I'm afraid it will be too late." Audrey said worriedly.