readsfreenovel Chapter 320 Ambush
Chapter 320 Ambush
In the Midlan-occupied area north of the Rogronia battlefield, a convoy of more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages was moving across the plains.
The sound of horse hooves echoed on the road, and the wheels rolled forward, raising a cloud of dust. Each carriage was loaded with various weapons and equipment, with swords flashing coldly and bows and arrows neatly arranged.
The drivers waved their whips to urge the horses to speed up. In the middle of the team there were several huge cargo wagons loaded with heavy artillery and shells.
At the front of the carriage team, a commander was riding on a horse. He had a serious expression on his face and held a map in his hand. He looked down from time to time and talked with the adjutant beside him.
"We will reach the camp in about an hour. After we rest, we will have to return to the rear and transport another batch of shells."
The adjutant on the side complained:
"The nobles are making too much progress. The dozens of carriages we have in the rear are simply not enough. When can we recruit more carriage drivers?"
The officer thought for a moment and responded:
"That depends on when the nobles will think about these issues. We just need to focus on our luck."
After driving for more than ten minutes, the convoy arrived at a hilly area. The hills were undulating, and the terrain gradually became rugged and flat, and the carriages slowed down. The drivers drove the carriages carefully to avoid overturning or getting stuck.
The commander rode up a small hill and looked around. Although he had been to this place several times, every time he came here, he would first observe the surroundings for any movement. After making sure that no one was ambushing here, the officer gave an order to the adjutant next to him:
"Have the soldiers pay attention to both sides, and send a team of scouts to explore the way ahead."
The adjutant nodded and sent a cavalryman to convey the order to the other soldiers. The convoy slowly drove into the valley, and the atmosphere became tense. The soldiers looked at the hillsides on both sides vigilantly, their fingers tightly clasped on the hilts of their swords, ready to deal with any possible attacks.
Finally, at noon, the convoy passed through the hills, and the officers felt relieved when they saw the open plain ahead.
Suddenly, a group of soldiers with miscellaneous equipment rushed out from both sides of the hill, holding swords and spears, and rushed towards the rear of the carriage team.
"what happened!"
Although the officer didn't know where they came from, he still shouted:
"All soldiers get off the vehicles immediately and prepare to attack!"
The soldiers reacted immediately, drawing their swords to fight. A fierce battle ensued, with swords flashing and shouts of killing rang out.
The drivers panicked and tried to drive away from the scene. However, the enemy was so numerous that the drivers had only rushed a short distance when their horses were chopped down by swords. The drivers were also dragged off the carriages and hacked to death. The officers had no choice but to draw their swords and lead the soldiers to resist the waves of attacks from the opposite side. Although the soldiers fought bravely, the enemy gradually gained the upper hand and the casualties of the convoy continued to increase. The officers realized that the situation was serious and decided to lead the remaining soldiers to break out.
"Gather around me, let's rush out together!"
He shouted and commanded the soldiers to gather their strength and rush to the enemy's side. In the fierce battle, they fought bloody battles and finally tore open a gap.
The officer led the survivors out of the encirclement and fled towards the hills in the distance. Behind him, the enemy army was about to catch up, but was stopped by several horsemen. One of the men who seemed to be the leader saw that the Mitlan soldiers had already disappeared from his sight, so he immediately shouted:
"Don't chase them anymore. Quickly collect the bodies of our brothers, take away all the equipment that can be taken away, and burn the rest."
At this time, several open carriages came from behind the hills, and everyone hurriedly loaded all the equipment from the Midland team onto their own carriages.
Several of them moved to the back of several larger carriages and slowly lifted the linen cloth on the carriages. A shiny black cannon immediately came into view. They immediately called out to the people around them:
"Come here quickly, there is a cannon here!"
At this time, the leader also came over after hearing the noise. Looking at the cannon in front of him, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. However, he soon realized that the weight of the cannon might affect the speed of the carriage, and it would be troublesome if the Midlanders caught up with it. But he hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to install the cannon on the carriage.
The other men acted quickly, carefully lifting the cannon and slowly loading it onto the carriage. Although the cannon was extremely heavy, with everyone's concerted efforts, it was successfully installed.
The leader stood aside and watched, secretly imagining that this powerful weapon could bring them more victories. As the last box of one-handed swords was loaded onto the carriage, the leader jumped on the carriage, waved the whip, and led the team southward.
As they got farther and farther away from the battlefield, everyone began to talk about their gains. A cavalryman next to the leader asked him:
"Chief, where should we ambush the Mitlanese next time?"
"We'll wait a few days for this. After being ambushed this time, the Mitlan people will definitely send troops to patrol the nearby area. Next time, we can put on the equipment of the Mitlan soldiers and sneak into their rear to attack the Mitlan warehouse."
As he was speaking, a scout came back from the south and said to the leader:
"About a mile ahead, there is an army wearing Lana equipment advancing northward."
Hearing this, the cavalrymen beside the leader began to discuss the matter. One of them said confidently:
"It's the King's army. I think they're reinforcements coming from the south. I think they're going to counterattack."
The leader looked at the cannon on the carriage behind him and said to the scout:
"Go over and tell them that there is a cannon captured from the Midlanders. Let them take it away."
"Captain, don't we want this artillery anymore?"
One of the men looked at the artillery beside him and asked the leader in confusion.
"Artillery is a good thing for us, but if it is handed over to the Lana army, every shell it fires will kill more Midland soldiers."
In the leader's opinion, what his men are best at is guerrilla warfare. Although artillery can cause considerable damage to the enemy, it also slows down the speed of his own team. It would be better to hand it over to Rana's army.
Under the leader's watch, the scout rode up to the Lana army and communicated with the Lana officer who was leading the horse. Soon, under the scout's leadership, the Lana officer led his army towards him.
However, when the Lana officer was about fifty meters away from the leader, he suddenly raised the crossbow in his hand, aimed at the scout leading the way in front, and shot an arrow through his throat.
The scout screamed and fell off his horse. The leader and other soldiers were stunned. They had never expected that this Lana officer would suddenly attack.
On the other side, the "Rana" officer drew his sword and pointed it at the leader's army, shouting:
"For Lord John, kill all these enemies!"