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Volume 3: Stormy France Chapter 122: Kill the weeds and scare the snakes

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    As an ordinary scout, Skolin is thin and weak, but he has a flexible mind and has been working as a groom for a minor nobleman since he was a child, so he has learned good horse riding skills.  After the nobleman went bankrupt due to gambling, he had no choice but to join the Burgundian army to earn a living.

    In several wars, his performance was quite good. At least he yelled and lost his mind without seeing blood, so he was recruited into the cavalry unit directly under the Grand Duke and became a scout.

    Tonight, he and a few companions were wandering three or four kilometers away from the camp of the large army.  The weather is cold, and people's laziness makes them choose to gather together temporarily and chat to keep warm instead of fulfilling their duties.

    They naturally dare not light a fire, after all, this place is not safe now.  Although they have not met an enemy so far, they also understand that this place is not their territory, and the enemy may come out from any place.

    "It's been an hour, it's time to go back and report to the Lord." Another scout said to Skolin.

    On this night, Viscount Dahar sent more than a dozen scouts to patrol the outermost perimeter of the camp, which was regarded as the first layer of cordon.  It is specially stipulated that every time after a period of time, each scout unit must send a person to report safety.  Although this may seem cumbersome and troublesome, the effect is self-evident.  Although they were working harder as scouts, this was war, and ordinary soldiers like them did not have the guts to question the decision made by the Viscount.

    "You go back, I was the one who went there last time." Skolin rubbed his hands and exhaled.  The few scouts present were all ordinary soldiers, and there were no low-level officials such as squad leaders. Therefore, everything was handled through discussion among them.

    "Okay, I just want to do some exercise." The man said, stood up, shook the dirt on his trousers, and moved quite nimbly. He stepped on the horse beside him in one step, and then turned the horse to  Run to the tent.

    It was a good night tonight, with many stars and bright moonlight, but it was still dark after all. After taking more than ten steps on horseback, the scout completely disappeared.

    Just when the other soldiers looked back, they suddenly heard a muffled sound, coming from the direction where the scout left. It seemed to be the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

    The other scouts immediately stood up, and one of them shouted over there: "Hey, what happened!"

    No one answered.

    When the scout was about to shout again, Skolin quickly stopped him and whispered: "Don't be so loud, the situation is not right"

    As soon as the word "right" was spoken, a dozen arrows were shot out from the dark shadow on one side, towards the direction where they were standing.

    "Damn it." Skulin cursed in a low voice, and the movements of his hands were not slow at all. He pulled the scout who just shouted and blocked him in front of him.

    This scout was much stronger than Skolin, but he was not mentally prepared. When Skolin suddenly pulled him, he lost his center of gravity and blocked the direction of the arrow for others.

    There were only a few muffled "puff" sounds, and at least three sharp arrows were inserted into the scout's body, and he was dying.

    When Scolin saw this situation, he immediately slowly fell down with the "human shield" in front of him.  He was not a rookie. He knew that in this situation, he could only save his life by falling down and pretending to be dead.

    Skolin turned his head and looked at the companions of the aristocratic lady who was talking with him just now and whose butts were plump. Each of them had at least two arrows pierced through their bodies. They also could not survive. Blood flowed down the arrow shafts.  trickling down.

    The night was quiet. The scout who went back to report that he was safe just now came back slowly with his horse, and there was no trace of anyone on it.

    By this time, all fools knew what was happening - they were ambushed.  Under normal circumstances, Skolin should be shouting loudly now. In the empty mountains, the sound can travel very far, at least it can be heard at the checkpoints farthest from the camp, so that they can prepare in advance.  But Scolin also understood that once he shouted, he would return to the embrace of God.

    He is just an ordinary person who joins the army to fight in order to have enough food. He has no "professional ethics" and has never thought of working for Archduke John.  Now I just hope that the other party won't do anything too cruel - come over again to test the fate of these unlucky people.

    But in fact, they really did this. Several people slowly walked out from the shadows. Although the sky was dark, with only moonlight and some starlight, Skolin could still see clearly that these people were obviously yellow-skinned.  The foreigners are the enemies that their large army will face this time - the Western Qin people.

    However, Scolin did notHe has the spirit of becoming a national hero. When he saw these people stabbing his companions deeply in the neck one after another like executioners, the whole person could not help but feel a sense of collapse.  After all, Skolin saw it clearly. Even if some of them escaped from the arrow rain just now and survived the injury, with such a wound, no matter how strong a person was, he would have to meet God completely.

    "Don't kill me! I surrender" Skolin's only thought was to survive. He saw the opponent stabbing him one after another, and it was his turn soon. He could no longer pretend, so he stood up and knelt down, preparing to plead with these plague gods.  , spare his life.

    "Boom!" It was the sound of a sword piercing the leather armor, followed immediately by the dull sound of an iron tool penetrating flesh.

    Skulin watched in disbelief as he was stabbed all over with a long knife. He originally thought that as long as he behaved and surrendered, these foreigners would let him go, but he never expected that they would not even say a few words to him.  No time was given.

    Finally, he fell down unwillingly, his eyes just open, open

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    "Well, do you know what he just said?" This Western Qin soldier with sharp eyes and quick hands was him just now. After seeing a Burgundian scout pretending to be dead, he immediately stabbed the man in the heart with his backhand.  .

    "Who knows, but it seems that he wants us not to kill him." The Western Qin soldier who answered picked up a corpse and put it on the horse to prepare to transport it out of this place.

    "Don't kill him? I thought he was going to cry out for help, so I killed him." After the guy finished speaking, he looked at the Burgundian scout who had just been stabbed to death by him with an idiotic expression - could this guy  Damn you, don¡¯t you know you can¡¯t understand their bird language?

    "Hey, anyway, my lord ordered not to take any prisoners this time, and we can't keep them. In fact, I would say, if we take two Burgundians prisoner, we'd better have someone to help us carry these bloody corpses." Another Westerner  Soldier Qin opened his mouth and said.

    "Stop talking nonsense. Others are still waiting for news from us. Quickly, clean up this place and try not to let others see through at a glance that we slaughtered their scouts here." A mature Western Qin soldier should  He is the person with the highest position among them.  After he said this, the others immediately put away their other appearances and concentrated on completing the tasks at hand.

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    Such scenes occurred no less than ten times within a radius of ten miles with the Burgundian camp as the center.

    At first, the officers under Dahal thought that only one or two scout troops had special circumstances and failed to come back on time to report that they were safe. But after an hour and a half, the officer finally couldn't sit still, because he found that all the  None of the scouting troops came back to report.

    Realizing that something was wrong, the officer hurried to Viscount Dahar¡¯s camp and wanted to report the emergency to him.

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