Chapter 303: Magur Incident (I)
Boundless wilderness, rolling mountains, there is a narrow road, like a long snake.
Magur Trade Road.
This is a long-standing trade road, which has been walked by countless merchants for thousands of years. It used to be the main road for communication between the Principality of Rackman and the Principality of Bosk, and it is also the only way for goods and materials to be transported. The road is full of traces of the past years.
"Notify the front to hurry up!"
"If we can't deliver on time this time, the higher-ups will blame us."
The rough voice of the middle-aged man came from the most luxurious passenger carriage, with a flame and vertical pupil emblem on the front of the carriage.
A caravan of hundreds of carriages is rushing on the ancient road, loaded with goods from the Burning Kingdom, and hundreds of fully armed earth elf soldiers are guarding on both sides of the caravan-this is the "free trade caravan" led by Hart, and it is also a large-scale caravan representing the official Burning Kingdom.
This caravan is notorious in the northern countries, but it attracts countless lower-class citizens. They sell a large number of cheap goods, so that the Scanians who have never seen good goods are willing to hand over their gold and silver.
"Huh--"
The cold wind whistled past and lifted the curtains.
In the luxurious carriage, Earl Hart couldn't help but spit out a breath of hot air with a sulfur smell. As a noble with hot dragon blood flowing, he hated this kind of cold and windy weather.
"Damn it, it's the strange wind in the north again."
"When your majesty unifies Anzeta, I have to find a way to do business in the south. The weather here is really terrible."
Hart stroked his chin covered with scales and said to himself.
At the front of the caravan, Old John was leading the carriage and walking along the road. The wind made his thin body shiver. He couldn't help but wrap his cotton coat tightly to protect his weathered old bones.
"May the King of Burning Embers bless you."
"I hope everything goes well this time, too."
Looking at the endless trade route, Old John muttered something.
In the mouths of the merchants, the king of the kingdom seemed to have some kind of divine power that could grant them luck, otherwise how could they make a lot of money in just a few years and squeeze out the merchants of other countries in the north?
Over time, horsemen like Old John also got used to praying when traveling, not because they were very pious, but just praying for peace out of habit.
Old John was also born a serf.
But when he was in his twenties, he was sold to a caravan and became a slave merchant. Later, the caravan was captured by the army of the kingdom, and the leader of the caravan was beheaded.
But Old John was lucky. Not only did he gain his freedom, but he also got a job as a horseman because he was familiar with the trade route.
"Old man, how long will it take us to get there?"
A girl's head suddenly popped out of the carriage. She looked about eight or nine years old. She had a small braid that was newly popular in the kingdom, and she looked quirky.
"Misha, didn't I tell you to stay in the carriage?"
John looked serious and tapped the girl's head with the short stick on the whip.
"Humph, just don't tell me."
The girl touched her head and shrank back into the carriage angrily.
She was originally a "commodity" in the slave caravan of the northern nobles. Later, she was rescued and adopted by John and named "Misha". Old John had no children, so he treated the girl as his own granddaughter and used his meager salary to support the girl's education.
But Misha always disobeyed discipline. She secretly hid in the goods and mixed into the caravan, which gave Old John a headache.
Old John drove the horse, muttering:
"I told you long ago that traveling for business is not a joke. Bandits and monsters on the road may take your life!"
"With the protection of the kingdom's elite, do we still need to worry about safety? Hehe, since I'm here, let me see it. It's a good opportunity for me to accompany you."
"Alas"
Old John sighed and shook his head. This naughty girl always made him feel helpless, but he was moved unintentionally.
He looked at the road in the distance, frowning slightly.
"Today's Magur Business Road seems a little strange."
"It's a little too quiet."
Experienced John saw the clue at a glance. Magur is one of the busiest trade routes in the north. There are usually other caravans on this trade route, but today there are only them.
"I hope it's a coincidence."
Old John thought so.
He was just a humble groom and had no right to decide the actions of the caravan. Everything could only be arranged by Lord Hart.
After all, in the Anzeta wilderness, except for those irrational beasts, no one would be so blind as to provoke the caravan of the Burning Ashes Kingdom, and the beasts often pose no threat.
The horses in the caravan became restless, and Old John frowned and his lips moved.
"Wait, this is..."
It turned out that the ground was shaking.
A series of rapid and thunderous horse hoof sounds sounded.
Old John turned his head in panic-
I saw countless cavalry rushing down from the highest point of the hillside, galloping wantonly on the ground, the shiny armor, the flashing cold gun tips, forming a torrent of steel in the wilderness, and the lion flag fluttering in the wind in the air.
"For the Principality of Bosk!"
"For the order of the North!"
Such shouts sounded from afar.
They were the most elite cavalry in the North, and also the personal soldiers of the Bosk family!
"Enemy attack!"
"It's the people of the Principality of Bosk!"
"Who gave them the courage? They are declaring war on the kingdom!"
"Damn it, this must have been planned for a long time!"
The caravan suddenly became chaotic, and the shouts and scoldings of the people were mixed together, making John dizzy.
Old John turned to look at the carriage behind him. Although he was sweating, he tried his best to stay calm and whispered to the carriage: "Misha, promise me, don't come out."
"Remember, don't come out no matter what happens!"
But before he finished speaking, he was rudely pulled away by the earth elf soldiers.
After a moment of chaos, the caravan rushed to fight under the command of Hart, and as a member of the caravan, Old John was also pulled to cooperate in the battle.
Hart personally came to the front of the battle, pointed at the cavalry attacking from a distance and cursed: "Shoot them into sieves for me!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The hobgoblins raised their spears and fired lead bullets, knocking down dozens of armored cavalrymen in the distance in just a moment.
This was originally an invincible tactic that could almost sweep across the entire North, but now there are inevitable loopholes.
Because the number of cavalrymen is too large, and they are almost all Bosk's elite, and the hobgoblins have no cover. These cavalrymen charged fearlessly, and soon rushed to the front stepping on the bodies of their companions, piercing the hobgoblins' chests with their spears and chopping off their heads with sabers.
And the hobgoblins also changed to spears and bayonets, splitting the horses' legs or piercing the knights on horseback.
"For the Kingdom of Burning Ashes!" "For the Principality of Bosk!" The voices were endless.
The brutal fight began.
The whistling of gunfire, the sound of spear tips piercing flesh and blood, the sound of horse hooves, wailing, and roaring intertwined on this battlefield, together composing a bloody song.