Chapter 48: Through the Swamp

While the soldiers of the Mark Legion were resting comfortably in the carriages and shacks, the vassals of Duke Hanruowei were sweating profusely and cut down trees. This was Schwab's request to Remond to Duke Hanruowei. Duke Hanruowei immediately ordered his vassals to do so without hesitation.

"Sir, what do we need so much wood to do?" When Coro was resting, he did not forget to apply fragrance to his beard. This fragrance was said to have been made by Coro himself, which is very consistent with the character of this romantic knight.

"We will use it when we get through the swamp." Schwab counts the wood transported to his camp. Of course, when we get through the swamp, we don't need so much wood. The remaining wood is swallowed by Schwab. Anyway, don't waste these woods, you can also sell them to increase your income.

"Well, I won't be surprised at what you do, sir. So, are we all going out this time?"

"No, let Lao Lauke stay with some servants, and eliminate some weaker people from the team. We need strong soldiers this time."

"As you wish, sir."

"Wrap the horse's hooves in cloth, and hold wooden sticks in their mouths when the horse is moving at night." Schwab ordered one by one.

The sun gradually settled, and the night gradually fell. The cold wind brought a salty smell from the coast in the middle of the night. The fire bonnets piled up in the camp of the Noveda people, like the stars in the sky, surrounding the Marenko Castle like stars holding the moon, but the people in the Marenko Castle would rather not have this honor.

There was a sentry guard outside the camp of the Ruovetes. Every time a while, a whistleman patrolled back and forth. As the Han Ruowei reinforcements approached, such patrols became more and more frequent. These Ruovetes wearing cow horned helmets held torches soaked in whale oil and spoke loudly and rudely, and the shadows of the forest swayed under the swaying of the torches.

"Those cursed guys must be resting in a warm tent drinking sweet honey wine, but we are going to patrol this damn place." A warrior of Rover cursed in dissatisfaction. He raised his thick arm and slashed the battle axe in his hand into the trees beside him.

"Enough, hurry up and finish this period, and we can go back to the tent to enjoy the wine." His partner patted his shoulder and walked forward.

"What else is there? Apart from the smelly swamp, there are some lazy ghosts." The Ruvid warrior stretched out his foot and stepped on the tree, pulling out the battle axe that was deeply cut into the tree with force.

"Hey, you lazy guys, can't you get up and stare?" Next to the mossy-covered place in the woods was a swamp filled with black mud. Next to this swamp were several shacks built with crooked branches, probably using mud in the swamp, and the shacks emitted a strange stench.

"Why are you here? Have you brought some wine? We are almost crazy in this stinky place." Several Ruvid soldiers emerged from the shack and cursed in dissatisfaction.

"Wine, damn, why don't you eat shit? If the enemy comes, the king will cut off your head." The soldiers who were messed up in this bad place quarreled with each other, and no one wanted to stay in this bad place. The ones assigned here were the bad people among the Novedes, so staying by the swamp was actually a disguised punishment.

"Hmph, unless Valkyrie rides a Pegasus, who can survive this bottomless swamp?" The soldiers who were stationed here spitted and cursed disapprovingly.

"Okay, since there is no problem, let's go somewhere else. I can't stand it anymore." The patrol warriors, covering their noses, hurriedly left this demonic land.

"Okay, you can leave, but we are with this stinking place all day long, and may the hungry wolf devour your souls." The soldier who was left behind shouted angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, hurry up and go to bed. As long as we get through for a while, we can move into the castle comfortably."

"Hmph, as long as it's not here, it's OK there."

None of the soldiers of the Ruveid were willing to get out of the shack. They curled up in the shack and looked for wine and wealth in their dreams. The sky became deeper and deeper. Occasionally, the strange screams of night owls and the low roars of wild beasts came from the forest. The soldiers of the Ruveid just grabbed the weapons around them, but the faint flames lit up in the middle of the shack drove away the hungry wild beasts. The Ruveid soldiers turned over with satisfaction and fell asleep.

At this time, a strange sound was made in the swamp, like the puffing sound of bubbles in the swamp, or like the muffled sound of heavy objects being gently put down. It would stop after a while, but not long after this strange sound rang again.

When the dawn comes, the sun shook through the darkness and brought light to the earth. The sun shook through the gap between the branches and leaves of the forest like a sharp sword, dispelling the mist shrouded in the swamp. If anyone saw it, he would be stunned by the scene in front of him. An army holding a spear stepped on many wood under his feet, and his body was covered with mud and moving forward quietly. The soldiers in the front carried the wood in front, and the soldiers behind slowly passed through the swamp. They took turns repeating the work in turn until they passed through here. As they approached the camp of the Novedes, the soldiers passing through the swamp became more calm. They lowered their bodies and tried to make their goals smaller.

"Come with me." Mag wearing an iron helmet, slowly pulled out his short sword and bent down, and said to the clever Mark soldiers.

"Yes." The soldiers nodded, and they slowly jumped into the last section of the swamp. The mud of the swamp was soaked in half. They held their swords and walked over, climbed up the shore and tiptoed towards the Ruvets' shack. Mag walked to a shack, gently pushed away the cloth of the shack, and saw two Ruvets sleeping soundly in the shack. He bent over and crawled in, and another Mark soldier followed him in. They each walked to Ruvets's shack.

They looked at each other, then suddenly covered the mouth of the Ruvider, skillfully cut the Ruvider's throat with a sharp short sword, and blood spurted out from the artery. The Ruvider opened his eyes wide and looked at Mag in disbelief. The sound of gas squeezed out of the trachea from the Ruvider's throat was heard, and he was killed in a short while. This fatal scene was also staged in several other shacks, and soon the blood of Ruvider was flowing in the shacks.

Mag and others walked out covered in blood. They lit the torches of the Ruvids, and then waved to send a signal to the Mark Legion. As the signal was sent, a hustle and bustle sounded in the swamp. The Mark Legion quickly passed through the swamp and occupied the small base. The wooden strips and cloth on the hooves of the war horses were taken off. The war horses, who had been restricted for a whole night, shook their heads happily. The soldiers didn't bother to wipe the soil on their bodies. They immediately formed a formation under the leadership of the sergeant commander.

"Sir, we have passed through the swamp." Mag held his sword and reported to Schwab, who was also covered in mud.

"Well done, let the grenadiers prepare to get on the horse immediately and give them the torch. Now is the key to our success. Break through the camp of the Ruvids in one breath and try to create chaos." Schwab looked at the shack with blood flowing around him. If he had to choose to dry the enemy's blood or his own blood, then it was the enemy's.

"I don't want to ride a horse into the camp of the Ruvids. I, I said I don't want to come." Remond came to Schwab with a pale face, helping two soldiers.

"That's not possible. You are the commander of this team. How can you do without the commander?" Colo laughed loudly, patted Remond on the shoulder, then turned his face to ignore him, and said to Schwab, "Damn it, Sir Schwab, are you a wizard? How could you think of passing through this swamp with these ordinary wooden strips, the people of Ruewid would be shocked."

"My Lord Koro, you can understand it by observing it carefully." Schwab would not tell him that this was Marshal Zhukov's experience during World War II, but at this time Sir Koro, Sir Liugudi and the soldiers of the Mark Legion had already admired Schwab and believed that under Schwab's leadership, they would be able to successfully complete the Duke's mission.

"Sir, the grenadiers are ready."

"Okay, grenadiers, I know that this is your first time on the battlefield. Maybe you don't know the weapons in your hands, but it doesn't matter. Just throw them to the enemy's heads. You are the soldiers selected from my Mark Legion. You should set an example and fight bravely. Grenadiers, for honor and for my trust in you." Schwab said to these soldiers who held a torch in one hand and a pottery bomb in the other hand. Grenadiers were eating the best food, wearing the best armor among soldiers, and holding the most salary. Other soldiers had long been dissatisfied with this, believing that those who had never fought a war and killed the enemy were not worthy of this treatment, and now it is the moment when grenadiers prove their value with their actions.

"Hold it." The grenadiers knocked their heels on the horse's belly, and the stimulated war horses jumped forward, and the other Mark Legion soldiers followed closely behind them.

The camp of the Ruviders was densely distributed outside the castle. A sentry was about to fall asleep with the long-handled battle axe in his hand. After a night of vigil, the sentry was exhausted. He tried hard to open his hazy eyes. At this time, he suddenly saw several war horses rushing towards him. He didn't even realize where the war horse was. It was not until he saw the southerners wearing chain armor and leather armor that he realized that this was an enemy's attack. But it was too late at this time. The war horse knocked the sentry down aside. The sentry was knocked down on the tree beside him. He struggled to stand up and search for his weapons. Suddenly, several long spears suddenly pierced over and stabbed the sentry's chest. The sentry screamed in pain. The scream pierced the calm camp of the Ruviders.
Chapter completed!