Chapter 21: Falling into a Trap
The moonlight in winter is particularly cold and bright, casting a hazy halo in the night.
From time to time, the hoarse cries of jackdaws can be heard outside the city, like a baby's cry, which is particularly sharp in the night.
In the city, compared to the hustle and bustle during the day, only the sound of looms can be heard from the textile workshops in the Thorn Territory at night, and occasionally the crunching sound of patrolling soldiers stepping on the snow can be heard.
Juan was leading a patrol team composed of dozens of militiamen and hunters, walking on the roads in the thorn territory city, looking at the surrounding streets and houses with vigilant eyes from time to time.
The cold winter has not yet passed, and no one dares to relax their vigilance.
And this is even more true for Juan.
Just a month ago, he was just working beside a butcher, responsible for processing the arrowed prey sent by hunters.
So for him, this period of time always felt unreal.
Unlike other recruits who are strong and physically fit, Juan, who is slightly thinner, was lucky enough to become a member of the Antolia Fire Volunteer Team precisely because he signed up early.
Immediately afterwards,
the young lord introduced a set of training methods that made everyone feel extremely weird.
Although he was puzzled,
Juan did not dare to be careless at all.
For him, being able to be a member of this team is already an extremely lucky thing. If he was kicked out of the team because he didn't train seriously enough or he was too good, he would really regret it.
Therefore,
he takes every training seriously, and for his weak areas, he will even secretly strengthen himself after the extremely strict and arduous training every day.
Perhaps because of this,
when the plateau hounds outside the city were rushing towards Antolia like a dark cloud, Juan was already a leader in the Antolia fire volunteer team.
That day,
when the hounds broke through the city,
Juan felt panic and confusion in his heart. However, the training for the past month and the strong persistence in his heart to prove himself made him work hard regardless of his own safety. Rushed towards the gap in the city wall.
He was lucky enough not to become a member of the wounded camp, and even killed several plateau hounds regardless of his own life.
As a result,
Juan was now promoted to the captain of this ten-man team, responsible for night patrols in the Thorn Territory City.
The snow on the roads in the city has not yet been cleared, and in some places there are even the footprints of the plateau hounds that jumped into the city during the hard battle a few days ago.
Although the soldiers are trying their best to keep the hounds out of the city, there will eventually be fish that slip through the net that cannot be intercepted in such a huge city.
And this is the main reason why civilians in the territory also suffered hundreds of casualties.
There are no lights in the Thorn Territory at night. Even though they are in the city, they can only rely on the moonlight in the sky and the torches in the hands of the soldiers to observe the surroundings.
Juan was walking in front when
he suddenly felt the soldier behind him tugging on his sleeves and lowering his voice and saying,
"Boss, there's something moving ahead!"
Hearing this, Juan suddenly felt alert and touched his waist. Weapon.
Juan was already familiar with several people in the patrol team.
The soldier who reminded him just now was a famous hunter in Antolia before becoming a militiaman, and he was extremely alert to any disturbance.
The Viscount had already issued a curfew order, so theoretically, there shouldn't be anyone else on the street except them.
Holding my breath and concentrating, I heard the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow not far away.
Several people moved cautiously in the direction of the sound. Under the reflection of the moonlight, a cold light flashed across the weapons in their hands.
Perhaps that figure also heard the footsteps of the patrol. In a moment, a figure suddenly jumped out of the shadows on one side of the road and ran wildly in the opposite direction.
That's obviously a person.
And this also made the nervous soldiers relax a little.
"Stop!"
Juan shouted, and everyone in the patrol followed closely behind, chasing the figure in the direction in which he was fleeing.
"Where is the front?"
"The front is..."
The soldier on the side was about to speak, but saw the fast-moving figure nimbly climbing over the nearly two-meter-high wooden fence and successfully broke into Antolia. In the camp of the militia group.
The panting patrol soldiers looked at the wall in front of them, and then looked at each other. They felt a little overloaded, and for a while they couldn't understand why the figure wanted to throw himself into the trap.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of thunder and clang was heard in the camp, and a shout of curse resounded through the night sky: "Where did the thieves come from, and they dared to break into the military camp?!" Although he saw the feat he was about to achieve, he didn't know what to do
. It landed on the forehead of a sleeping soldier, but Juan adjusted his mentality immediately and ordered to his soldiers:
"Let's go! Go and report to Lord Todd!"
...
Plateau hounds really don't taste good.
This was Leon's conclusion after his first attempt.
Not only was the firewood very strong, but it also had a fishy smell, and it was cooked in white water, which was really not to Leon's liking.
So,
when Todd stepped into the lord's castle, the generous Mr. Leon gave the breakfast in front of him to this old man who had served Antolia wholeheartedly.
"Thank you for your gift, my generous lord."
Todd accepted all comers and bit off a piece of meat from the bone with hatred for the plateau hounds.
"What's the matter?"
At this moment, Todd should have been training new recruits in the military camp, or inspecting the fortifications on the city wall.
Now that I came here, I definitely wouldn't just come here to have a bad breakfast.
"Last night, the patrol caught a thief."
"Thief?"
Leon couldn't help but be a little surprised.
You know,
it may be because the mercenaries often developed side jobs before.
In the hearts of the Antolians, theft is a more serious evil than robbery.
"Who is it?"
Leon put down the knife and fork in his hand and asked in a deep voice.
The Thorn Territory has just experienced a fierce battle. If someone wants to take advantage of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters, Leon would not mind letting this person feel the iron fist of the nobles.
"That person is not one of your subjects." Todd said truthfully.
"Um?"
"Last night, the patrol discovered this guy in the city. Then he panicked and slipped over the wall to the military camp."
Todd couldn't laugh or cry about this. After all, his luck was really bad.
"Not my subjects? How did they get in?"
Leon felt a little confused.
No one wants to come to Antolia to experience the hound siege, right?
Todd paused and replied:
"That man is a mountain man, or in other words, a savage." If
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(End of this chapter)