inspire-indiana Chapter 113: Ambush
Chapter 113: Ambush
Fanta chimed in, "My lord, the Wood-type Breathing Technique has low attack power and poor defense, so few knights are willing to practice it. Most of it is collected by low-class knight families. You can have Doron collect some in Gorubak Castle."
Upon hearing this, Ron seemed to ponder.
"Yes, Fanta, when you get back, tell Mrs. Moriel about this and ask her to make the arrangements."
"yes!"
The remaining six were in similar situations. As knights, they inevitably had to fight, and internal injuries were unavoidable.
Two of the breathing techniques he practiced were not well-suited to his training and needed to be modified. As for the others, Ron designed his own supplementary breathing techniques based on the data provided by the system panel and the Five Elements theory.
Of course, the breathing techniques you learn as a supplementary skill are not free; you need to exchange them for work points.
Ron also assigned the task of determining the required work points to Old Hall and Mrs. Moriel.
Subsequently, Fanta and Leonardo da Vinci would take turns bringing seven or eight people to see Ron each day. At first, they were knights, and later they became knight apprentices.
The instruction for knights is largely the same. The knight apprenticeship is the simplest; you just need to guide them to practice a breathing technique that is highly compatible with their skills.
After instructing all the knights and their apprentices, there were only three days left before the goblin attack.
Without needing to send out scouts, the lookouts on the square tower behind the fortress could spot large numbers of active goblin scouts simply by using their binoculars.
Fanta went to Ron for instructions: "My lord, goblin scouts have started to become active outside the city. Should we go out and take care of a group of them?"
Ron personally climbed the main tower and looked through a telescope.
After the major renovation of Ron, the hill became a platform nearly 20 meters high, while the main tower is 65 meters high. At a height of nearly 85 meters, with a 40x telescope, it is theoretically possible to see things about 33 kilometers away. However, due to fog, haze and light, the actual effective observation distance is often only about 20 kilometers.
This distance is sufficient.
Fanta took the binoculars and glanced at them, delighted.
"My lord, the surrounding terrain is flat. Apart from the river valley to the east and the canyon where Harvest Town is located, there is no place to hide people."
Ron nodded and pointed to an area, saying, "That's the dividing line. You can do whatever you want inside the dividing line, but you have to come back if you cross it."
The dividing line was exactly ten kilometers away from the city wall, so that if they discovered the goblin ambush, they could retreat in time.
"yes!"
Fanta immediately led his men out of the city. In addition to clearing out these scouts, he also wanted to let his recruits and knight apprentices see blood before the goblins became too strong.
A ten-meter-high wooden pole stands atop the square tower, with a set of rotating fan blades at the top, each side painted a different color.
The lookout pulled the rope to adjust the direction of the fan blades, making the color clearly visible from the direction of the castle.
After leaving the city, Fanta looked up at the tower every fifteen minutes to make sure the color hadn't changed.
Wallace was appointed as an observer, and he carried binoculars to keep a close eye on the huge, windmill-like blades on the castle's square towers.
The fan blades serve only one purpose: to transmit signals. Green fan blades indicate safety, while green fan blades turning to the back indicate an approaching threat, though the Knights are strong enough to handle it. Yellow fan blades showing the front indicate danger.
Once the red fan blades are displayed, it signifies a retreat order.
After observing the situation, the lookout in the tower turned the fan blades to send a signal. This process took no more than a minute, enough for Fanta and his men to quickly evacuate the battlefield.
Even if the goblin wolf riders realized something was wrong and wanted to give chase, they couldn't catch up.
The goblin scouts were utterly annihilated, and no matter which direction they fled, humans were able to intercept them immediately.
Fanta divided the recruits into three groups to flank the scout squads from three directions.
Da Vinci charged forward from the front. The recruits' hands were still trembling when they first faced the goblins, but when they saw the knight's steady back in front of them, they calmed down during the second wave of the charge.
The goblin hero was attacked from both sides by Fanta and Da Vinci, and was killed after only three rounds.
When the two hundred-plus goblin corpses were dragged back to the territory as fertilizer, the previously fearful recruits and refugees cheered, and their fear of the goblins lessened.
A newly arrived refugee kicked a goblin corpse on the ground and said disdainfully, "So goblins are this weak? I really don't understand why the militia used to be afraid of these greenskins."
The old inhabitants of the territory curled their lip in disdain.
They didn't know about other territories; all they knew was that Ashwood was a goblin graveyard, where tens of thousands of goblins had died.
Rosalie arrived in Ashwood Territory under the escort of the Rose Knights.
Caroline Lester, the vice-commander of the Rose Knights, stared in astonishment at the city walls and the newly built Neuschwanstein Castle before her.
Caroline raised her hand to shield her eyes from the blazing sun, looking at her companion with a bewildered expression: "Hey, Rosalie, you told me you were just here to see a new territory that's been established for less than six months? This territory is less than six months old?"
Rosalie's mouth gaped open, her face filled with disbelief: "The intelligence didn't mention that a castle was built here, which means that the castle was built less than a month ago."
Caroline looked at her incredulously: "Less than a month? Are you kidding me?"
"There's such a long stone wall; people who don't know the area might think they've arrived at a fortress."
Before the two had finished their discussion, Caroline's expression suddenly changed.
"A large force of cavalry is approaching us."
Caroline made her judgment based solely on the slight tremors in the ground.
Rosalie's expression also changed drastically.
At this moment, a large group of cavalry approached them; they were definitely enemies, not friends.
After all, they were still flying the banner of Gorubakburg. Ordinary lords would be eager to curry favor with them, and would first send knights to greet them. Only after obtaining their consent would they come up to pay their respects.
Caroline immediately said, "Never mind, let's move closer to Ashwood and use the city walls as cover to meet the enemy."
Rosalie nodded. As a building mage with little combat ability, she naturally obeyed the orders of Caroline, the vice-commander of the knight order.
On their way to Ashwood, a caravan suddenly pulled back the burlap sacks from their wagons, took out spears, and immediately formed a battle formation, blocking Caroline's escape route.
Caroline and her group consisted of only twenty knights. Even with her, the Sky Knight, in command, they dared not charge directly at the spear formation in front of them.
The reason was that the leader of the spear formation in front of them was Frederick Barnes, a notorious bandit leader on the border, who was known as the strongest spear knight on the border.
Despite being called a knight, he was someone who disliked fighting on horseback.
On the main tower, the lookout was scanning the area outside the city with his binoculars when he suddenly spotted a group of unflagged carriages parked by the roadside in the distance, surrounded by cavalry in a semi-circle.
"Something's up." He pulled the rope, the fan blades turned yellow, and at the same time, the alarm bell rang, because the two sides in the battle were too close, less than three kilometers apart.