flstandardbreds Chapter 117 Guerrilla
Chapter 117 Guerrilla
Winter 1446
"Whoo~"
Xavier covered his mouth with his hands and exhaled hot air. After Hanukkah, 5000 recruits and their horses were transported to a remote camp. They had lost their way in the heavy snow when they got into the carriages. Now it was estimated that no one would believe that they were in the Yoda people's territory.
It was still snowing outside, and thick snow had accumulated at the door. Someone was needed to clean the snow around regularly every day. But except for the carriages that came in to transport food and horse fodder every day, no one came to take care of them, so they had to clean the camp and the stable themselves.
"This crappy training camp is really unbearable." Savile said as he swept the snow outside the house with a broom. Although Savile was elected as centurion by his team, he still had to sweep the floor when it was his turn.
In another room, Anderson looked at the hot water and various medicines boiling in the stoves. Although the accommodation conditions in the fortress were not as good as before, at least there was hot water and a medical room. However, as soon as they arrived here, many people couldn't stand the low temperature and caught a cold.
Fortunately, Anderson had a good grasp of herbology in the academy. He prepared some herbs in advance and mixed herbal medicines according to what he had learned in class. As a result, his centurion team became a medical team, specializing in providing herbal medicines and hot water to other recruits. He won the favor of other recruits and became the temporary leader of the Knights Templar.
Except for their century, the other centuries realized the importance of unity during their initial discomfort here, so they divided the work into centuries and formed a Centurion Council on the third day to discuss camp management and subsequent training plans.
"The firewood has been brought."
"Oh, just leave it there."
"Hurry up and get some hot water."
Listening to the noisy sounds around him, Anderson thought he was participating in some camping activity, but he was soon brought back to reality by Savile's voice.
"Anderson, when do you think the training will start? We've been living here for almost a week." Savile complained as he put the firewood aside.
"Didn't you say it's the last two weeks? Wait, I suggest we store some food and medicine in advance. We don't know what accidents may happen on the road. We also need to prepare some horse fodder and various tools." Anderson added the herbs into the pot according to the amount with a spoon, and said while stirring the medicine in the pot.
"Got it. I'll also check with the logging team to see if they have any flammable materials like grass ash or sawdust to use for heating."
When Savile walked out, he saw the centurion in charge of cooking walking back and forth at the kitchen door, as if he was anxiously waiting for something.
"Is the meal ready?" Xavier walked up and patted him on the shoulder.
When the centurion heard Savile asking about the meal, he immediately complained:
"I'm really impressed by the bastards in the barracks. Not to mention the dirty and messy kitchen they prepared for us, even the carriage that was used to deliver food was nowhere to be seen today."
"Ah?" Xavier looked at him in shock.
"Then where did the food we ate today come from?"
"Anderson reminded me to prepare some food reserves. I secretly saved some from the carriages that came every day. It's enough for our five thousand people to eat and drink for three days."
When Savile heard this, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned and walked towards the temporary medical station and found Anderson who was still cooking medicine.
After listening to Savile's explanation of the cause and effect, Anderson also realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately said to Anderson:
"Notify all centurions to hold a meeting!"
Late at night, not far from the camp, a large number of soldiers surrounded the camp on the east, west and north sides.
A centurion of the White Wolf Knights looked through a telescope at the silent, dark camp in the distance, and then he reported to John next to him:
"My Lord, they are all asleep."
John, upon hearing the news, ordered:
"Stephen, fire first, be careful not to hit the camp."
"Received, fire!" After hearing the order, Stephen immediately issued the order to fire to the artillery that had been prepared.
"boom!"
Along with the roar of the cannon, a shell was fired from the woods and accurately hit the entrance of the camp, creating a snow pit.
At this time, John held the megaphone and said:
"Don't sleep, you new recruits. Now, the training officially begins! You must return from here to your original fortress. During this time, you will be hunted by a full-strength White Wolf Knights and all the soldiers of the northern camp of Franche-Comté! If half of you can return to the fortress in two weeks, you will all become knights, otherwise you will all be trash! So get out now!"
When John finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because after he had spoken so much through the loudspeaker, there was no response from the opposite camp, as if they had not heard the artillery fire.
So John looked at the centurion of the White Wolf Knights with a puzzled look on his face. The centurion also felt that something was not right. Normally, during the night training every night, these recruits would get up quickly after hearing the assembly call. Why were they so slow today?
After receiving a more puzzled response from the centurion, John continued to give orders: "Order the artillery to open fire, aiming at the wooden wall of the camp."
Stephen on the side said quickly:
"Sir, if we shoot at the city wall, some shells will definitely hit the camp, and the new soldiers inside might be injured."
"Don't worry about it. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Fire!"
John continued to command.
"Ready...fire!"
With louder roars, more shells were fired from the woods. Some hit the wooden wall, making several holes in it, and some hit the camp. But as the sound of the artillery faded, no one in the camp responded.
"Someone, go and see what those recruits are doing!" After seeing that the shelling was useless, John ordered people to go inside to check.
After a while, a soldier came back and reported:
"Sir, there is no one in the camp. We found many horse hoof prints heading south at the south gate of the camp."
"Huh?" John was a little surprised that these recruits actually left early. What a blessing! All the military theories learned were not in vain.
After expressing his admiration for the new recruits' learning in the barracks, John gave the order:
"Order the soldiers at the back to move south and west at the same time to see where they are hiding!"
On the other side of the forest, a large number of recruits rode their horses through the paths in the woods. Anderson was the first to take the lead with his centurions.
"Hahaha!" At this time, laughter came from the side. Savile rode over and said to Anderson:
"Those soldiers are all heading towards our camp. How did you know they would start training today?"
Anderson responded: "That's nonsense. They didn't even give us food. Even if we don't train today, we will starve to death tomorrow."
"Then where do we go? We don't even know the mission of this training camp?"
"Based on my understanding of these White Wolf Knights and Earl John, they will definitely not let us carry out some siege projects. Secondly, they will definitely not lead us to the Yoda people's territory. Then there is only one option left, which is to go south back to the fortress. But I don't know whether it will be possible or not, so let's go back first."