After a few days, Dust and his group successfully marked all the rivers. Under Dust's guidance, their own traces were not discovered by anyone.

"You are so capable." In the end, even Graheide had to exclaim, "I don't know if you can be a general. But if the King of Sweden wants to form a team dedicated to reconnaissance, then the instructor must be you."

"Where did you go?" Dust was praised and felt a little fluttered. "You have never seen the things I taught the King of Sweden!"

Suddenly a bird cries came from the front, but you can see that it was heard at a closer look that the call came from a soldier walking in the front. These days, Dust trained these soldiers to imitate the bird's cry to convey information. Graheide also participated in the training. He pricked up his ears and heard it, and soon understood the meaning of the sound: "There are traces left by the enemy in front."

At first glance, there were no footprints on the ground that the soldier pointed to. But Dust and his group knew that there were more than ten fewer marks on the land they had left in advance. In other words, the soil had been wiped out.

"Did you find the enemy's water picking location? Do you want to search nearby?" asked Graheide.

"No. If I want to hide my whereabouts, I will definitely install some unobtrusive mechanisms near the camp that are very disturbing. Although the enemy is not me, it is better to assume that this mechanism is available on the safe side. We cannot find every mechanism, and it is very risky to actively search. We should wait here."

"How to guard?"

Dust pointed above and below: "The enemy will definitely come to fetch water again. We can hide from trees or underground. If there are not many people who fetch water, we can set up a few traps to catch them all in one go."

"trap?"

"Look, it's more suitable for setting traps here." Dust walked towards a stone. "People like to walk in dry places. The surroundings of this stone are muddy, so the stone is very large. Just empty the bottom of this stone - wow! There is really a trap!"

As soon as Dust stepped on the stone, the stone immediately collapsed, throwing Dust into the hole. Before Graheide and others could react, the big tree above their heads suddenly burst into laughter: "Catch you!"

Several branches fell from the tree. In the shocked eyes of Graheide and others, Ella slowly climbed down from the big tree. A circle of green vines and branches covered with leaves were wrapped around her clothes. Graheide felt that she might have seen hallucinations and wiped her eyes with her hands. When her eyes opened, she couldn't find where Ella was. It was not until Ella fell to the ground and completely separated from the big tree that he was sure that Ella was right in front of her.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time!" Ella laughed with her hips, "Seeing these familiar marks, I knew you would definitely return here. So I came to wait for the rabbit."

"Advisor... There is something that Master wants to discuss with you. It would be fine if you treat your master as a rabbit guard. Can this trap be exempted next time?" Dust crawled out of the pit with dust. "It was so deep that if I hadn't pressed my feet against both sides in the air, I would have cut off one leg!"

"This is the smallest pit!" Ella pulled her arms out as if showing off, "The biggest pit can fall more than ten people at once!"

"I thought I had found the enemy's traces," said Graheide. "It turns out that these marks were painted off by you."

"Me?" Ella shook her head, "No, the mark of this place was gone when I came here."

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from a distance: "Who are you?"

As soon as he said that, the bushes in the distance suddenly moved, and more than ten men with weapons rushed out from there!

"Oh no, I've been discovered!"

Grahaide and the five soldiers hurriedly pulled out their weapons and blocked Ella. Although Grahaide was holding a bow, his position was at the front. Everyone had no doubts about this.

Ella observed the enemy opposite through the gap between the soldiers, trying to judge where they came from from their service. But they were wearing slits and patched linen clothes. Except for the one who led the lead, the others were holding pitchforks, pot lids and other things in their hands, and they looked like ordinary farmers no matter how they looked.

"Are you residents of Winchester?" Ella asked.

But those people didn't listen to what Ella said at all. The sword in the lead shouted "array" and the team "brushed" into two rows. The people in the front row lowered their center of gravity and covered their chests and half of their faces with the lid of the pot; the people in the back stood, holding the lid of the pot to resist the arrows from above. Both front and back raised the draft forks flat from behind the lid of the pot, so that one person could have two pitchforks in the space where the one person was tall and the other was wide to launch an attack at the same time, like a simple shield wall array.

In contrast, although Ella's side was soldiers from the army, they only brought a small axe, armor, shields, and fewer people to facilitate reconnaissance. The enemy's array immediately made them feel a sense of pressure. Dust brought all recruits this time, and there was no regular army except Grahyide. If they really fought, they might really lose to these farmers.

But Ella didn't seem to think so, and shouted at the group of peasants, "I ask if you are residents of Winchester! If you don't answer, I will take action to defeat you!"

The enemy leader had long seen his advantage, so how could he be scared by Ella's words? He pointed his sword forward, and the group of farmers began to advance. One step, two steps, and when he moved forward, the shield wall formation was still unrest. Obviously, the group of people had received a lot of military training. They looked firm and their steps were steady. They took three, four, five steps forward in unison... and then fell into the pit dug by Ella.

Only the man who commanded the sword behind him survived. He stared at the huge pit that could accommodate more than ten people in a daze, and he didn't understand what was going on.

At this time, Dust crawled out of the pit. As soon as he escaped, he jumped in front of everyone, pulled out the sword from his waist and gestured at the leader: "Don't be afraid, you just leave it to my master!"

The leader stared at Dust for a while, moved his foot and raised his sword, and put on a posture of being quite stylish.

"It looks like a farmer, and it's pretty good." Dust said confidently, "What a pity, your opponent is me, the White Knight!"

Both of them looked only wearing cloth clothes, but Dust had a piece of iron plate hidden on his chest, which actually had a lot of advantages. Dust seemed to be at ease. But who knew that the leader heard the three words "White Knight", suddenly turned the sword in his hand over, grabbed the blade with his hand, and pointed the hilt towards Dust.
Chapter completed!