The southern forest terrain of Bordeaux is mostly forested. The mountain the villagers mentioned is actually not high, just a small hill that can be seen everywhere. However, a large area of ​​forest around the mountain was transformed into its own private assets by the Duke of Aquitaine, and its area has far exceeded the mountain itself. In the direction to the top of the mountain, a large number of trees were cut down, forming a road that could barely be used for carriages to travel. In daily life, carriages were loaded with a lot of carriages in and out. On this road, there was a sentry every 100 meters. No matter what happened to the previous post, the latter post could be clearly seen. Each post had armored soldiers on duty and equipped with tools to send smoke to alarm. Outside the avenue, on the periphery of this forest, there were light soldiers patrolling back and forth to capture poachers.

Although poaching is a serious crime, there are always hunters who are not afraid of death sneak into the forest with a lucky heart. Most of the time, those experienced hunters can rely on their rich experience and fox-like cunning to avoid patrol personnel. However, people always have bad luck, and once the hounds suddenly sound a little outside of their sight - it means they are exposed.

"Who is there!"

The shouts of two soldiers came from afar. Faster than the sound were the well-trained hunting dogs, who quickly and vigorously passed through a series of shrubs and rushed straight towards a common haystack. Under their crazy barking, two hunters suddenly jumped out of the haystack, and rolled and crawled to escape to the distance.

The soldiers were excited. Although the lives of these civilians were usually very low, they were caught while poaching and could be credited after taking them back. The Duke of Aquitaine never stings with rewards for the soldiers who successfully captured poachers. He brought these two hunters back, and the reward was enough for them to spend the first half of the night in the tavern, and then hugged a beautiful woman and went back to spend the second half of the night in a casual manner.

They chased the two hunters tightly, as if they were chasing the silver coins that accidentally rolled to the ground. Their hunter was stabbed open by the two hunters. They did not stop to see the hunter's injuries, and they were still moving forward and bravely taking the lead.

Before they knew it, they had already run out of the range of daily patrols. But when they heard two "swooshing" sounds, two arrows shot down from the treetops. They groaned and fell to the ground almost at the same time.

The two "hunters" stopped. They turned around and used the dagger in their hands to slash the fallen soldiers twice to ensure that they were put to death.

And on the tree where the two arrows flew out, Grahaide's dissatisfied voice sounded: "Osol, is your people looking down on me?"

"A good professional habit of finishing the knife. Everything can happen on the battlefield. We cannot sacrifice our lives for arrogance." The treetops of another tree shook, revealing Osor's head. "I used to treat someone as a drunkard. As soon as I relaxed, I turned around and was attacked."

"Boss!" the two mercenaries disguised as hunters shouted at Osor, "How do we deal with these two corpses?"

Osor was a little unhappy: "What should I do? Do you still want to keep it for dinner? Bury it on the spot! Such a simple thing!"

"No, don't bury it," said Grahead, "throw them into a conspicuous place."

"Are you crazy?" Osor glared, "If they discovered it, we can't sneak in."

"I am with the army, and you are with the army, so what else can we sneak into? They will find it best, so that they can defeat them from the front!"

"I deserve to be the first place and have courage." Osor gave a thumbs up, "I admire a boss like you. So what will we do next? Take the troops to rush up the mountain?"

"Nothing, the work is over," said Graheide. "I don't want to take the archers to the hill. Go back and arrange the formation, and the enemy should come."

The shooting of the archers requires a broad field of view. Even on the flat ground, it will be blocked by the infantry in front and cannot be used, let alone bottom-up impact. Although some lords will order the use of projectiles to make the bow arrow pass over the infantry in front to attack the enemy, in Graheide's view, this shooting method is inaccurate and is completely wasting limited ammunition.

He had already found a place to fight. It was a small raised highland covered with forests. He deployed his two hundred archers in front of the forest, in an extremely loose formation. As for Osor's mercenaries, he threw them into the depths of the forest.

"It's a good plan to harass the enemy when they approach, and then the ambushing infantry attacked."

Osor squatted down and touched the soil on the ground with his hands. Following the heavy rain the night before, several light rains were gradually falling, and the ground was still wet and extremely muddy.

"The timing is also beneficial to us, but there is a big problem - what if the other side doesn't come here?"

"The enemy will definitely come here. Because ahead is the only way to the village." Graheide said, "After the death of the patrol soldiers, their first suspect was the nearby villagers. People would definitely send to question it."

"So that's it. Then as long as you kill all the people sent over, the enemy will be in full swing." Osor nodded, "I just don't know how many enemies there are. I should have let me sneak in and inquire about the enemy's intelligence before the war begins."

"I don't dare to ask you to inquire about the information." Graheide gave Osor a blank look. "If the other side offers a higher price, my details will probably be stripped away."

"How dare you, how dare you?" Osor smiled, "You are the number one. I don't want to stand opposite you, otherwise, maybe you will be killed by an arrow flying from 800 meters away and piercing the gap in the armor."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, pulled the bow and arrow with extremely rapid movement, and shot an arrow into the distance.

"Although you are the first," he said, "but this time, I got one point first."

Graheide calmly pulled up his bow and shot two arrows into the seemingly empty distance.

"In this way I will have two points, one more point than you."

The soldiers next to him looked confused, but in the direction where the three arrows fell, a group of people were already in an uproar.

"Sir! Sir! Wake up! Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"The sir, you're shot! The sir, you're shot!"

"Damn, this arrow is very well-made! It's not the kind of rags that villagers hunt!"

"It's an enemy attack, and there is an enemy army ahead!"

"Go back and report!"

Graheide and Osol stood silently on the hill. In their sight, the enemies in the distance were actually just a few small black dots smaller than mosquitoes.

They have the ability to shoot them one by one.
Chapter completed!