As soon as it dawned, everyone began to pack up and prepare to set off.
As the traces of the Wolf Cavalry got closer and closer, restlessness began to spread among the fleeing team.
Sal wrapped up the half of the hare he had eaten yesterday and stuffed it into his arms. He ignored his companions who kept nagging him in a low voice. Instead, he looked around the camp, looking for that beautiful figure.
Soon, Sal locked the target.
But unfortunately, there was another man standing next to that figure.
Sal touched the left side of his face, and the whip marks on it were still aching.
Companion Bam looked at Sal who was lost in thought, and couldn't help but sneer: "Okay, Sal, stop looking. That noble lady is not something a civilian mercenary like you can reach."
"Who says mercenaries can't like noble ladies?" Thrall retorted impatiently.
"Haha, do you really understand the status gap between commoners and nobles? Silly boy!"
"Don't call me a stupid boy again!" Sal looked back at Bam fiercely.
"Okay, okay." Bam shrank in fear and quickly apologized.
Sal then let him go, followed the figure with his eyes again, and said in a deep tone: "Bam, do you know Count Uman?"
"Of course I know, Lord of Fallen Eagle City."
"Yes, then do you know how Earl Uman got his title?"
"Didn't his father pass it on to him?"
"Yes. So, do you know how his father's title came from?"
"It was passed down from his grandfather." Bam thought this question was a bit silly.
"No." Sal slowly shook his head, "It was passed down from his grandmother to his father."
"So?" Bam scratched his bird's nest-like hair, confusion written on his face.
"Why did it come from my grandmother instead of my grandfather?" Sal's eyes flashed with strange light, "Because Earl Uman's grandfather was actually a civilian mercenary!"
"How is that possible?" Bam exclaimed.
"But it is what it is.
Count Uman's grandfather married the daughter of the former lord of Fallen Eagle City as a mercenary. Later, the son of the lord of Fallen Eagle City unfortunately died in infancy, and his title was passed to Count Uman's grandmother, and then to It was given to the earl's father—that is, the mercenary's son! "
Bam opened his mouth wide, as if listening to a fairy tale.
There was a strange light shining in Thrall's eyes, which was something called ambition.
He came closer to Bam and lowered his voice, as if he was making an oath: "So, the son of a mercenary can also become a noble!"
After saying that, Sal strode towards the direction of the figure.
Bam stared blankly at the tall back of his companion with mixed emotions.
However, what Sal did not tell Bam was that the mercenary who married the earl's daughter was a sixth-level warrior and the president of the Northern Mercenary Union. He was known as the "No. 1 Under the Sanctuary" people".
"Ms. Vera, good morning! Knight Colin, good morning! Please allow me to lead your horse as an apology for offending you yesterday."
Colin looked at the low-browed mercenary in front of him and felt bored. He waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly: "No need."
"Aren't you willing to accept my apology?" Sal immediately looked aggrieved, and then deliberately showed the left side of his face, with traces of blood still oozing from the whip marks on it.
"Colin, a true knight should know how to forgive." Vera seemed to be deceived by the pitiful appearance of the mercenary, and she even spoke up to help.
Sal felt happy, but at the same time he felt pain.
Fortunately, Miss Vera would speak up to help him out.
What hurt was that she actually called Colin by his first name without adding the suffix "Knight"!
This is an extremely intimate form of address.
So unreserved!
"No, I think asking the leader of the Fire Fox Mercenary Group to lead my horse is too overqualified. In fact, I happen to have a more important task to give to Captain Sal."
"You think too highly of me..." Sal instinctively sensed something was wrong.
"Why, aren't you willing to do me this favor?" Colin would not give the other party a chance to refuse.
"I... of course I am willing, it's my honor." Sal had no choice but to agree, but he was already regretting it in his heart.
"Very good!" Colin grinned, showing his sharp fangs, "In order to get rid of the pursuers behind us, we need to mislead the other party so that they can't figure out our true movements.
So, please lead fifty people in a moment - pick the young, strong and fast ones - and head north quickly. After about twenty or thirty kilometers, you will reach the bank of the Runliu River.
At this time, you have to deliberately leave some traces of crossing the river to the north. But in fact, you don't actually need to cross the river. Instead, you quietly follow the Benliu River all the way east. You can meet us after walking about ten kilometers more.
Of course, when you go down the river, you must eliminate the traces of your march and cannot attract the enemy!
do you understand? "
Sal broke into a cold sweat after hearing this, and felt more and more that Colin was seeking revenge and looking for an excuse to get rid of him: "You, are you asking me to be a bait?"
"No, it's not a bait, it's a suspect!" Colin said seriously, "Besides, we will also cooperate with your actions. As long as you strictly follow what I say, there will be no danger."
"How to cooperate?" Sal was still worried.
Colin frowned immediately.
If this was in the regular army, and Sal dared to ask such a question, the coach could chop his head off directly.
Because the coach is not obliged to explain his overall strategy to every general under his command.
After each general receives a military order, he only needs to act in accordance with the requirements of the military order.
Instead of asking questions, hesitating, and picking and choosing.
Even if the coach really assigns you a death mission, you can only carry it out.
Military orders are like mountains. Even if they really want to crush you to death, you can't hide!
Unconditional obedience is the first priority of a soldier.
But obviously, a mercenary like Sal cannot have the qualities of a real soldier.
Colin was helpless and could only patiently explain:
"Our cavalry will all spread out to search and destroy the sentinels of the wolf cavalry behind us to ensure that the other party cannot understand our specific movements within a day or two. Therefore, as long as you hurry up and hurry up, you will not be overtaken."
Thrall thought for a moment and then asked: "So, your plan is for me to lead a small group of troops to deliberately make the illusion of crossing the river to confuse the enemy, while the larger group will find a place to hide?"
"That's right."
"Then how do you know that the enemy will be fooled? No matter how carefully we clean up the march traces, as long as we search carefully, we will always find clues."
"Because we will be hiding in a place where the enemy would never think of us."
"Where?"
Colin gradually became impatient: "Mr. Sal, have you been to the Running River area before?"
"No."
"Then you won't understand." Colin gently held the horse's belly and moved forward slowly:
"Do as I say. After arriving at the south bank of the Running River, make some illusions of crossing the river, and then follow the river all the way east. You will come to the hiding place I mentioned to join the large army. At that time, you will Understood."
"Knight Colin..." Sal chased him a few steps and wanted to ask again.
"Mr. Sal, I believe you will be able to complete this mission, right?" Vera said softly.
Sal immediately held his head high, patted his chest and said loudly:
"Of course! I won't let you down!"
Unfortunately, the little mercenary who was lost in Vera's charm would not see that Colin, who had taken a few steps forward and turned his back to him, was showing a sarcastic sneer.