Those who are rarely found and easily lost are the time; those who come but do not turn back are the time.

Now it is no longer a question of whether Winters wants to fight or not, but a fighter plane is placed in front of him and he cannot let it go.

Just like when you see a red and round button, people will instinctively take pictures; when you see the throat of a living creature, beasts will instinctively want to bite it.

The barbarians came out in full swing, and all the tents, supplies, and spare horses were thrown down.

Their weaknesses were exposed to Winters' eyes, such as Venetta, Paratu... those who have been left behind, and Lieutenant Montagne was only excited at this moment.

The bright balls under the hillside disappeared one by one, and the left-behind Heds were extinguishing the bonfire.

Taking advantage of the last flame, Winters quickly recorded the layout of the camp.

He observed that there were at least a thousand Heds in the battalion, twice as many as his own, and this battle must be carefully planned.

...

Outside Hurd Camp, the officers of the Jeska Brigade were excited.

In the camp of Paratu, General Seckler was furious.

"One-eyed Jeska! He is so brave! He is a big deal!" Sekler's forehead bulged and his chest was fluttering violently: "Who gave him the courage to leave his post! If Beiqiao is lost, I will dig out his other eye! I will break him with my own hands!"

The others were silent, and Colonel Laslow had to bite the bullet and come out to ease the atmosphere: "Then do you want his eyes or break him?"

Sekler rarely swears: "I'll dig first and then crash!"

"When sending the first wave of messengers, the battle situation was too dangerous. Jeska should have sent troops in a hurry. Since he hasn't arrived now, it means that he met the messenger behind him and retreated..." Laslow persuaded.

"It may also be that the entire army has been wiped out, and the North Bridge was captured by the Hurd Barbarians." Sekler said coldly.

Now even Laslow doesn't know what to say.

Sekler calmed down for a while, and when he spoke, he had returned to his majesty and calmness: "It's too late to say anything, Alpad has to attack in advance."

"In advance?" Someone was puzzled

Sekler was determined: "Before! Come with paper and pen!"

The guards brought paper and pen, and the Brigadier General used stones as a desk and wrote a few words on parchment paper.

He couldn't even wait for the varnish to heat up, so he took off the graduation ring in his hand as a rope buckle and token.

"Pick a few brave and reliable messengers across the river and hand the letter to General Alpad." Sekler handed the letter to Laslow and said to the other commanders of the brigade: "You go back and prepare for each of you, and the Hurd Barbarian is coming soon."

The star officer tried hard to sound the alarm bell, and the soldiers of Paratu who were resting with their weapons were awakened.

Assemble, march, fight, dig trenches, build walls, and log wood, the soldiers have never rested since the moment they left the camp. They have just taken a nap and are about to go into battle again.

Three messengers rode to the river bank, and the letters were loaded in two sealed waterproof utensils.

The messengers who were on land only went out but did not come back. They were obviously intercepted and killed by the Heds. Swimming to the south bank was the only safe route.

Before the pontoon bridge was set up, the small messenger in charge of the commander took off his clothes, took off his saddle, and walked into the rapids with his horse's neck in his arms.

Although the river water was not frozen, it was biting cold. The war horses only walked a few steps into the river, then neighed and struggled and refused to move forward.

Seeing this, Andrey threw the cable to the other party.

The man grabbed the cable and the militia on the other side pulled him over. When he got ashore, the man's lips were already blue, and the militia next to him quickly took off his clothes and wiped his body.

The second messenger went down the river immediately, but when he reached the heart of the river, he suddenly cramped and the cable was released. In the blink of an eye, the Paratu man was washed away by the torrent and disappeared into the dark waves.

The third messenger also gritted his teeth and went into the water, but fortunately there was no accident again.

"Give them two horses!" Andrey yelled across the river.

The little man in the lead bowed his head gratefully and greeted him, Andre took off his helmet and returned the gift.

The two commanders jumped onto the saddle and rushed towards the camp without waiting for the militia to send their clothes to the other side.

On the hillside opposite the camp, the Hud cavalry with torches gathered more and more, one by one, one by one, and one by one approached from a distance.

Gradually, the Huds began to shout in uninterpreted language. The shouting contained rhythm, which was obviously a kind of poetry or scripture.

Invisible sound waves shot towards the small camp from all directions, and there seemed to be thousands of troops hidden behind the night scenes.

Lieutenant Varga jumped onto his chest and shouted at his subordinates: "Never be afraid of pagans, the Lord will bless us to victory!"

He began to recite scriptures, and more and more soldiers followed him, and several clergymen who followed the army also began to guide him.

The two sounds collided, and for a moment, no one could hold back the other.

Lieutenant Roy was not in the mood to participate in the theological debate across the air, so he found Lieutenant Colonel Robert: "Why do I think the barbarian's voice is even bigger than during the day?"

"It's more than during the day." Lieutenant Colonel Robert looked worried: "I'm just worried...this is not all..."

"What should I do? Sir."

"What should we do? What the general told us, we will do." Robert patted the lieutenant on the shoulder: "As for now, get your musketeer ready."

The temporary camp of the Sekler tribe resembles a hexagram, and attacks every wall and encounters cross-fire.

The six brigades are stationed in a corner, and the brigade closest to the river bank serves as the reserve team. As the strongest brigade, Robert's brigade is responsible for defending the north corner facing the enemy.

On the distant hillside, the Hurds began to extinguish the torches. Lieutenant Colonel Robert's heart tightened, which was a sign of the attack.

In the Palatu camp, the command to "extinguish the lights" also echoed one after another.

The battlefield quickly turned into darkness and could not see anything clearly.

Brigadier General Sekler, who was watching the enemy, punched the wall, and the second round of attacks was too early than he expected.

The various troops in Hed's army were mixed, and they were in harmony with each other's appearance.

When fighting with the wind, everyone will naturally strive to be the first, and everyone is brave, but once the attack is frustrated, it is not easy to rebuild morale.

Sekler thought the enemy would launch a second round of attack tomorrow.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But when the militia of the Jeska Brigade floated down from the upstream with wooden rafts, his plan was completely disrupted.

"Jeska! Bastard!" Sekler was so angry that his teeth were itchy: "I'll take you back!"

...

At this moment, in a valley five kilometers southwest of the Sekler tribe, the culprit who disrupted the big plan was still happily preparing to steal the camp.

Winters was completely unaware of the brigade general's anger, but even if he knew he didn't care - the outsiders were so cool.

He concentrated the remaining drinking water and food of the two hundred-man teams under him, and then divided them evenly.

"Gentlemen! I know everyone is hungry, and I am hungry too!" Winters stood on a big rock, surrounded by his people.

"But we're all about it." He held a piece of dry bread that was not as big as a knuckle - and distributed it to everyone's heads: "I can't feed all of you with five breads."

The crowd was completely silent, and the militia didn't know what the lieutenant wanted to say.

"Although we didn't eat anything," Winters pointed to the east and said with a smile: "But there are everything in the camp ahead! The meat is fragrant and tender, and it's better to eat it with salt than anything! You can drink it casually, not intoxicating! The whole lamb is roasted with scorchy skin, but it's full of gravy when you bite it!"

"That smell, that feeling...tsk tsk tsk." Winters shook his head gently and sighed: "It's so beautiful!"

The audience's Adam's apple flipped, and their saliva was almost uncontrollably secreting.

In fact, Winters had never drunk horse milk wine, nor had he eaten hand-held meat, and he didn't even know whether there was a dish of roasted whole lamb. All his descriptions were from Mitchell's roasted whole pig.

"If you don't like to eat meat, there are yogurt, cheese, milk puff pastry, milk cake... all of them are filled with gold and silver utensils, and are inlaid with pearls and gems. The barbarian chief Yasin has a big gold mine, and ten thousand slaves have mined it for him. But his taste is very bad, and he only knows that the piles of materials, gold cups, and gold plates are all dead."

The pre-war agitation has completely entered the stage of releasing imagination.

Fortunately, it was too dark, no one could see Winters blushing, and no one came out to argue with him: "Each of you can bring one home as a souvenir!"

"I have many kids, can I get two? Sir!" Someone suddenly raised his hand to interrupt.

"Okay! If you can handle it, I'll give you two. No, two for each person!" Winters continued to brag with shamelessness: "But only two are allowed, because the rest will belong to me!"

Everyone whispered to laugh.

"Gentlemen! Eat! Drink! Silver! Gold! They are all there!" After blowing, there was nowhere left. Winters quickly stopped when everyone was in a high mood.

He smashed the small piece of dry food on the ground: "Who the fuck wants to eat this? Let's go drink and eat meat!"

The militia also smashed the dry food on the ground, and everyone's eyes were bright.

"But there is one thing for me!" Winters' tone suddenly changed, and he became murderous. He held a wooden stick: "I didn't give an order. Who dares to pick the trotters first, or lose the trotters during the counting after the war, and will be killed immediately! The trotters are evenly distributed, and who dares to hide them privately during the battle, fight for the trotters and hang them!"

The gentle Lieutenant Montagne disappeared on weekdays, and Ish, who was in the queue, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the lieutenant clearly, but he could feel that the one lieutenant was hiding behind the night scene at this moment, but the blood wolf was hiding.

"Dai Yanmei!" A voice came out from the darkness again.

Ish quickly took out the zip - a wooden stick - and bit it.

There was a hemp rope at both ends of the stick, and Ish grabbed the rope and tied a knot at the back of his head.

He suddenly remembered something, and he hurriedly unbuttoned the buckle and tied it into a dead buckle.

"Gentlemen! After getting rid of the Hurd barbarian in front of him." Winters looked around everyone: "Let's have a feast!"

"Set out!" He waved his hand and bit the wooden stick tightly.

Under the cover of night, two hundred-man spearmen and halberds quietly climbed out of the ravine and touched the Heder Camp under the hillside ahead.

The other four hundred-man teams of the brigade were ambushed in the ravine, waiting for the agreed signal.
To be continued...