I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 78: Improper (II) Player's Big Plan (I)

Cool guy witnessed a brutal massacre.

More than 200 captured migrant workers were driven forward by muskets and crossbows on their backs. A rope was tied around the ankles of ten of them, preventing them from breaking free or running fast. They could only move forward in despair and numbness.

They could not and dared not stop, because the lead bullets and feather arrows shot from behind would find those who stopped.

These poor people, wrapped in sacks and without even clothes or pants, shivered in the cold spring breeze and walked forward with stiff movements.

The soldiers and officers of the Restoration Army lined up in front of them showed no mercy or compassion to the former. The spearmen stopped, and a row of musketeers stepped forward again, raised their guns, and opened fire.

Amidst the crackling of lightning, "zombies" fell down in dozens. They either froze in place and then collapsed to the ground, or fell forward or backward like a piece of wood.

The god of death laughed wildly on the battlefield, raised his scythe and swung it at the poor people, reaping more than twenty lives in one go.

Being beaten to death directly was considered a blessing, while the unfortunate ones would hold their broken hands and feet, or look down at the burst wound on their stomach, rolling on the ground, wailing and crying.

The numb people finally woke up at this moment. Some wanted to escape, but it was difficult.

The rope tied around the feet is the first shackle. It is difficult for poor people who only have sticks and no sharp weapons to open the knot.

The few lucky ones who had hoes in their hands would not be very lucky, because a hoe is not a knife. It is very useful to use it to dig soil and stones, but it is not easy to use it to cut tough, water-soaked hemp rope as thick as a thumb.

Before the Restoration Army's musketeers fired the second wave of volleys, only a few people broke free from their shackles and fled to both sides of the battlefield with staggering steps.

Then, they had only run a few steps before they were out of the group's cover and were hit by crossbow arrows flying accurately from behind.

When the second wave of volleys began, more than a dozen of the remaining poor people fell down again. This time, they were trapped in the center of the battlefield, unable to move forward, nor dared to retreat. They just froze in place, waiting for the butcher's knife to fall.

Their despair and their cries were all seen and heard by Cool Brother. He unconsciously clenched his hands against his chest, and because he squeezed too hard, his nails dug into the muscles of his palms, causing blood to flow.

At this point, Cool Brother finally figured out what the defending Minisians were doing... They were using the Restoration Army to clean up those slave laborers and use the latter to consume the enemy's ammunition and time.

The Restoration Army could not advance its formation until these slave laborers lying across the battlefield were cleared out. Even if the spearmen advanced, they could kill all these poor people with a single thrust of their spears, which were over five meters long.

However, whenever the spearmen did this, the Minisians would take the opportunity to indiscriminately cover the enemy and slaves with fire, creating a killing field.

The Minisians were not worried that the Restoration Army would drive the slaves back; the ropes under their feet were the best guarantee.

If one of the ten people died, they would be trapped where they were, unable to move forward or backward.

This is a tactic that is not very clever, has little effect, but is very disgusting.

The officer watching the battle in the rear of the Restoration Army was obviously aware of this. Before the Restoration Army musketeers launched the third round of volleys, he ordered the retreat gong to be sounded, forcing the front-line troops who were suffering from the long-range fire of the Minissia fire to retreat.

In this way, this offensive and defensive battle ended temporarily after only two rounds. The Minisians may have suffered some casualties in the bombardment of the two stone-throwing cannons before the war, but no casualties occurred in the formal attack.

As the attackers, the Restoration Army's offensive was not resolute. It was obviously a test attack, and the casualties were not heavy. About ten people fell, and the casualties were very minor.

The only ones who paid a heavy price were the slave laborers caught in the middle, half of whom were killed or injured in this exploratory offensive.

In the afternoon, when the Restoration Army launched its second attack, although they still failed to reach the earth wall, they completed the test, realized the weakness of the Minissians' first line of defense, and killed all the remaining poor people.

After watching this scene, Cool Guy made up his mind. He turned and whispered to his companion beside him, "I want to answer Xiaodao Zha'buti's call and provide cover for his actions tonight. I want to launch a night raid on the Minisians and rescue the remaining slaves. If we don't rescue them, they will all die."

Would you like to work with me?"

……

Go back one day.

"Fuck, this thing, is it really edible?"

In the evening, Ajax, who had left the camp to chop wood and returned to the Restoration Army camp, squatted on the side of the road in a daze, looking at the barley porridge in his hand and a fist-sized piece of black bread.

Barley porridge contains more water than barley, which makes the so-called barley porridge just barley soup. The barley in it is not even shelled, and it causes a stinging pain in the mouth when you drink it.

And this black bread was even more outrageous. The black bread was inlaid with densely packed small dots. Ajax took a closer look and found the presence of bran, grass seeds, sawdust and wood chips.

Can only half of it actually be flour?

"How do I eat this!?"

The lumberjack sitting next to Ajax glanced at him and pointed.

"Take small bites and don't drink water while eating. Drink water after eating. This way you will feel full and won't feel hungry all night."

"Fucking thing."

When Ajax sneaked into the Restoration Army camp, he was not discovered to be abnormal by the soldiers in the camp.

Because the soldiers did not care about the existence of lumberjacks, it was normal for a few of these lumberjacks, who were captured and worked for food, to be missing from the camp every time.

A wild beast, an enemy scout, or perhaps someone who could not bear the hardship and ran away, they had not expected the addition of one.

However, it is not true to say that the Restoration Army did not impose any restrictions on the lumberjacks. The lumberjacks' residence was not inside the military camp, but on its edge, away from the weapons and food areas, and there was also a company of infantry on guard nearby.

In this way, even if the lumberjacks had a camp cry or were attacked by the enemy, it would not affect the order of the barracks.

The soldiers were careless about the lumberjacks, which gave Ajax an opportunity. He successfully sneaked into the lumberjack camp, but the lumberjacks discovered Ajax's appearance as soon as they saw him.

There was no way, even if Ajax put on tattered clothes bought from a lumberjack, took the latter's axe, cut his hair into messy pieces, and covered his body with mud.

However, when Ajax's fearless aura and his actual work began, the axe-swinging posture that only an amateur could use immediately exposed him.

However, Ajax had anticipated such a thing, so in addition to being mentally prepared for failure and arrest, he also made another preparation.

"Come on, brothers. I'm new here. I just wanted to see what's going on in the nearby military camp. I have no ill intentions. I'm really sorry to bother you now. This is my apology, please keep it."

This was Ajax's first night in the lumberjack camp. He was running around with a big bag, stuffing five copper coins into the hands of every lumberjack he saw.

The lumberjacks were mostly Bagnians, and they had never seen a copper coin before, but they were immediately impressed by its shape, color, exquisite patterns, and serrations on the edges.

This is a copper coin, and it is a copper coin with particularly fine workmanship and is very valuable!
(End of this chapter)