Chapter 143: Entering the Field Alone

In the next few days, although Pierre, who had a bruised nose and face, was resentful, he still rode on duty honestly and did not slack off again.

No one else - neither the coachman nor Dussac dared to slack off.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to home, everyone was eager to return home, and the strength of the whips in their hands was unconsciously much stronger.

It no longer rains in the upper reaches, and the water level of the Pangtuo River has returned to its previous level. The convoy no longer detoured through Xiaoshi Town and continued to cross the river by fording the shortest route.

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"One!" the old handlebar yelled at the top of his lungs: "Two!"

The young men around the cart grabbed the body and tried their best to lift it up: "Three!"

Accompanied by the sound of chants, the cart that could not move because its wheels got stuck in the cracks in the rocks was forcibly lifted up.

Seeing this opportunity, the old cart hurriedly waved his whip, causing the three mules and horses to drag the cart toward the other side of the river.

Unlike walking on a bridge, crossing a shoal with a large vehicle is a troublesome and laborious task.

Instead of a solid road under the river, there are smooth pebbles. Not only were the wheels weak, but the animals' hooves were also unstable, making them particularly vulnerable to injury.

When they arrived at the ford, everyone in the convoy unhooked the animals from their shaft yokes and used several horses to pull one cart across the river at the same time.

In addition to the coachman who controls the horse, other younger Dusak and hired workers also have to take off their shoes, roll up their trousers, and shout and support around the cart.

This work is too hard for older people, and only young people can do it.

Pierre only pushed the cart back and forth a few times in the trekking field, and his whole body was wet with sweat mixed with river water.

The river water in autumn is cold and cold, which can take away all the warmth from people in an instant. After his feet caught cold, Mr. Mitchell felt unbearable distension and pain in his lower abdomen.

The convoy built several fires on the shore, and the coachman and Dussac were baking clothes and warming themselves.

Pierre wanted to go over and have a rest, but he remembered the beatings and scoldings of old Mr. Mitchell. His tenacity also increased, and he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and continued to help push the cart.

After working for several hours, the convoy was only halfway through.

After discussion, Girard and Winters decided that Winters would lead a few riders to gather the cart in front and choose a place to camp to prevent them from getting separated.

Girard took another group to the rear team to urge them to speed up.

After crossing the Pangtuo River, it was less than a day's journey from Langtun Town. Both Winters and Girard were worried that some coachmen would be eager to go home and abandon the convoy to return to Wolf Town overnight.

Not only is it dangerous, it may even pull the entire convoy apart.

The two teams of riders rushed to the front and rear respectively, and half of the carts had already crossed the river and moved away, so the trekking field became much deserted.

Fatigue and cold made the people carrying the carts in the river unable to even shout.

The pain under Pierre's belly button was getting worse and worse, as if there were thousands of knives cutting into him. He held his knees and panted in the river.

"Boy, are you okay?" Sergey waded over and put his arm around little Mitchell's shoulders: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, my stomach hurts." Pierre kept shaking.

"Let's go to the shore to make a fire and drink some hot soup."

The two of them walked to the other side of the river together. Pierre suddenly took old Sergei's arm and said, "Uncle, is there something wrong on the bank?"

As early as when he was working just now, because he always looked towards the fire unconsciously, Pierre had faintly noticed something strange.

There were a few unfamiliar faces among the people warming themselves by the fire on the shore.

Little Mitchell's memory is like his mother's. He can't forget everything he has read, but he can at least leave some impressions. He himself knows this advantage.

But he had no impression of the unfamiliar faces on the shore. He had never seen those people in the motorcade.

But even when you are out and about, it is normal for passers-by to come over and ask for hot soup. The few strangers didn't stay long, they sat by the fire for a while and then left.

So Pierre didn't do anything, he just kept an eye out.

But at this moment, Pierre found that not only did the "familiar" new faces return to the fire, but more new faces appeared on the shore.

Pierre leaned close to Sergey's ear and told Sergey everything quickly.

Sergey's expression darkened, and old Dusak held his saber and shouted toward the shore: "Hey! Those guys, what do you do?"

The few strangers on the shore initially pretended not to know that they were being called, but Old Dussac shouted several more times, making them unable to hide.

"We are driving a big truck." Those people replied.

Others gradually discovered that the atmosphere was abnormal, and several astute Dusak quietly approached their horses.

"How come I've never seen you before?!" Sergey asked sharply.

No one answered.

There was deathly silence in Tushe Field, except for the gurgling of the river.

"Kill!" A stranger lifted up his cloak, turned around and stabbed the coachman next to him in the stomach.

The coachman's eyes were wide open in horror, and he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat. For a while, he couldn't even scream.

"Kill!!!" Seeing that they could not get away with it, several other strangers simply tore off their disguises, pulled out their weapons and slashed at the surrounding Langtun people.

The sudden carnage, blood and death, and the drastic changes caught most of the drivers and Dusak by surprise.

The cry of killing was like a horn of attack, and more figures in the forest on both sides of the Pangtuo River were quickly approaching Tushe Field.

"They are bandits!" Sergei yelled at the Langtun people who were still stunned: "Fuck! Get weapons! Dusak! Mount your horse!"

Pierre was about to take a step, but the severe pain in his lower abdomen prevented him from moving.

Sergey, who ran a few meters away, turned back and ran toward the shore where the horse was tied with little Mitchell in his arms.

"Mount the horse! Mount the horse!" Old Sergei shouted as he ran, and the Dusaks in the river rushed towards their horses.

Several coachmen beat their draft horses desperately, trying to force their way through the field. There was also a driver who wanted to turn around in panic, but couldn't move.

There was chaos in the Tushe field. Only a few coachmen and hired workers jumped on the carts to look for weapons, while the others were running away.

The sound of bow strings vibrating came from the trees on both sides of the river bank, accompanied by a sharp "whoosh" sound in the air, and arrows flying randomly above the water.

"Archer!" someone screamed.

"There are crossbowmen in the woods!" someone shouted.

A coachman had just retrieved a long bow from under the carriage seat. Before he could string the bow, a short and thick crossbow bolt penetrated his neck. The brave man from Wolf Town held his neck and fell from the cart into knee-deep river water.

Sergey pointed to both sides of the river and shouted: "Another thief is coming!"

Pierre saw gangsters with weapons and tattered clothes emerging from the bushes. He couldn't count how many there were.

Some bandits ran towards the cart to steal all kinds of goodies they bought from Gevaudan. There were also some bandits who went to snatch Dusac's war horse tied to the shore - the war horse was more valuable.

There are also bandits who chase and capture horseback riders wearing fine materials and clothes. Those people are the owners of the manor. Not only do they carry huge sums of money, they can also kidnap people for ransom.

Even if a well-trained army encounters a surprise attack, it will be difficult to organize an effective counterattack, not to mention that most of the people in the Wolf Town convoy are just tenant farmers.

The command structures on both sides were incapacitated in the melee.

But the bandits have clear goals. They want money and goods, and they will kill anyone who resists. They are more subjective.

But the people of Wolf Town are in disarray. Everyone is fighting on their own and has their own plans. Only a few brave people try to fight back.

But when most people are running away, the brave ones become the most conspicuous targets and are often killed by gangsters.

The attention of many gangsters was attracted by Sergei's horse Chiyanghong, and several thugs with spears had already ran to Chiyanghong.

In desperation, Sergei let go of Pierre and lunged at the thugs with spears, roaring.

"Ah!" The bandit who was behind didn't react in time, and was stabbed hard on the shoulder by Old Dusak.

Sergey kicked away the thug whose shoulder was almost cut off, and without even looking at this guy who was destined to die, he raised his saber and attacked several other bandits.

Even though he had grown up hearing war stories, Pierre never expected that his old uncle, who was over fifty years old, could be so ferocious.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, picked up the spear that the thug dropped on the ground, and rushed forward.

The bandit who heard the screams of his companions turned around and saw old Dussac, stabbing the old man with his spear.

Sergey saw the right moment and grabbed it with his left hand, holding the spear shaft tightly. He dragged it behind him and slashed the enemy to death.

But two fists were no match for four hands. When Sergei grabbed the spear pole and killed one person, another bandit stabbed Old Dusak with a strange scream and a spear.

Just when the gangster was about to succeed, Pierre who was following him stabbed him in the waist. He fell to the ground, and Old Dusak turned back and slashed with great force, cutting off his head.

The remaining two robbers were so frightened by the murderous old Dussac that they threw away their weapons and fled.

Sergey quickly helped Pierre onto Chi Yanghong: "Let's go! Go to the back! Find your father!"

"I won't leave!" Pierre shouted.

Old Dussac didn't waste any time: "Don't leave? If you don't leave, stay and kill the enemy. Follow me along the river bank to kill those crossbowmen!"

The balance of victory has completely tipped to the side of the gangsters, and the situation has turned into a one-sided pursuit.

The crossbowmen on the shore shot at the people of Wolf Town unscrupulously, and the bandits in the ford field were chasing the coachman. Dusac fought on his own. Dusac, who had regained his horse, fled towards the front and rear of the convoy.

A manor owner ran to the forest in a panic, but he didn't know that he was falling into the trap of the bandits. If you rush out along the road, there is still a chance of survival. If you escape into the forest, you will be trapped.

At this point, anyone who still wants to resist is left with a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

An old man with gray hair climbed up to the river bank and stumbled towards the direction of Wolf Town.

The gangster chasing behind him shouted viciously: "Don't run! If you run again, I'll kill you!"

The driver turned around to look at the culprit in panic, and accidentally fell to the ground. He was thrown so hard that he couldn't stand up for a long time, and the gangsters laughed and caught up with him.

"Please, don't!" Old Handlebar kneeled on the ground and begged.

The gangster came over and kicked the old man hard in the stomach. The pain made the old man curl up like a shrimp.

However, the gangster seemed to be born without any mercy. He stepped on the old man's chest with one foot and raised his spear with a grin.

The old coachman closed his eyes.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves was heard, and a horseman rushed to the side of the driver and the gangster in an instant. The machete flew and chopped off the spear shaft and the gangster's neck.

The speed of the war horse did not slow down at all and continued to run towards Tushe Field.

After the leading rider, more Dussac waved their sabers and passed by the headless bodies of the old coachman and the gangster.

Thunderous shouts erupted in Tushe Field, shocking everyone's heartbeats to a halt.

The motorcade behind them, which was a hundred meters away, also heard the roar, and the people in Tushe Field were even more shocked by the sound waves to the point of dizziness and tinnitus.

An extraordinary and handsome silver-gray war horse stood on the river bank. Everyone in the field saw it and the rider on its back.

"Reinforcements are coming!" Pierre recognized the person and couldn't help shouting: "Ура!"

Dusak, who was still alive, also recognized the person who came, raised his saber high and roared: "Ура!"

"It's Second Lieutenant Montagne!" the coachmen shouted excitedly: "The resident officer is here!"

The people of Langzhen, who had been scattered in the field, finally found their backbone, their morale was boosted, and the situation suddenly turned against the odds.

"Don't run away! There are far fewer thieves than us! Come to me!" This time Lieutenant Montagne's voice was not as shocking as before, but it was still loud enough that everyone in the camp could hear it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people of Wolf Town moved closer to the river bank, and several gangsters who still wanted to chase were killed by their concerted efforts.

The people of Wolf Town climbed up the river bank one by one, and the suspicious gangsters did not dare to pursue them.

The two sides faintly confronted each other.

Of course, the gangsters holding crossbows would not fail to notice the leader of Wolf Town riding a horse, and several arrows were immediately aimed at the rider of the silver-gray horse.

Few gangsters can draw a hard bow. Among the gangsters who ambush Wolf Town, the heaviest ones only have soft bows made of white wax, or simply tree branches with strings hanging on them.

The arrows flying towards the silver-gray horse rider from the river bank were all weak, and the man easily deflected the arrows shot at him with his saber.

"Hahaha! Is that all you have?" The rider of the silver-gray horse laughed at the bandit archer: "Come again!"

Seeing the heroism of the resident officer, the people of Wolf Town couldn't help but cheer again. Vaguely, everyone began to feel that the arrows flying from the shore were not as scary as before.

"Is that the new officer from Wolf Town? He's quite a figure." The gloomy man with an oval scar on his face in the bushes stared closely at the silver-gray horse rider: "Bring the crossbow!"

This man with an oval scar on his face was the leader of this group of gangsters. Upon hearing this, the thin gangster next to him immediately handed over a huge steel crossbow.

The bow was just scary, and the bandit leader knew full well that the thing he had in his hand that could really kill people was the crossbow, especially this heavy steel crossbow that required a stringer.

The bandit leader looked carefully, but made no next move. He patiently waited for the opportunity.

Several more soft arrows flew towards the resident officer of Wolf Town. The rider of the silver-gray horse deflected all the arrows away with a few dexterous movements.

"It's now!"

At the moment when the Wolf Town resident officer's attention was distracted, the bandit leader pulled down the firing rod.

The heavy steel crossbow arrows streaked across the field like meteors, flying towards the rider of the silver-gray horse.

"What?" The bandit leader couldn't believe his eyes.

The crossbow bolt that was bound to win drew an arc in the air and turned a small corner to bypass the target.

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Second Lieutenant Montagne used the amplification technique to sarcastically say: "The crossbow is a good crossbow, but the man is not a good person. Your shooting skills are really bad."

The mocking words spread to the ears of everyone in Tushe, and everyone in Wolf Town once again cheered in response.

"That's it!" The lieutenant pointed with his saber in the direction of the crossbow bolts: "First kill all the crossbows on the shore!"

Even in Plato, Winters Montagne never neglected his spell training for a day.

Just now, he completed the first actual combat of [Christian Huygens version] Deflection.

——Cut——

"W.M's Spell Book"

Entry: Deflection

Difficulty: S (Original)

A-(improved by Christian Huygens)

Note: The emphasis is not on lateral acceleration, but on rotation, which Mr. Christian calls centrifugal motion.

If Winters was at the scene, he would have quietly informed everyone after discovering something strange. Although Sergey Molotov is a tough man, his mind has limitations after all.

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