OBS Chapter 657 Deception Tactics
Chapter 657 Deception Tactics
Spring of 1464, in the mountains of Rhône.
"Commander, an urgent message from the Metland envoy."
A mercenary rushed into the tent and handed over a letter sealed with wax.
Griffiths reached out and took the letter. The moment he unfolded it, his gaze swept quickly over the handwriting, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The letter's concise content also put him in a particularly difficult position:
Count Yuris, the frontline commander and captain of the White Dragon Knights, is about to launch a full-scale siege on the Rona territory. He has ordered all Midland troops stationed in the Yoda region to be recalled immediately to cooperate in the battle without fail.
After reading the letter, Griffith immediately ordered his men to summon all the captains, and once everyone had arrived, he handed the letter to them to read.
“Griffiths, that’s simply impossible.”
Gorkas spoke first, saying that he felt the orders from the Midland leadership were getting more and more outrageous. First they sent them deep behind enemy lines to fight guerrilla warfare, and now they're sending them back to participate in the siege. They're really treating the Band of the Hawk like a brick, moving it wherever they're needed, aren't they?
“It’s springtime now, the snow is melting, and Yoda’s scouts are everywhere in the plains and woodlands outside the mountains. Those guys are as alert as hungry wolves. Our Band of the Hawk, plus the mountain people’s forces, number in the thousands. How could such a commotion escape their notice?”
"Once we're discovered by scouts, even a fool like Adon will immediately send troops to surround and annihilate us. At that point, we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar, and they'll wipe us out in one fell swoop!"
Gorkas's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
The surrounding soldiers nodded in agreement, their faces filled with unease.
A mountain chieftain stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
“Commander Griffiths, Captain Gorcas is right. Yoda has many scouts and informants. It would be too dangerous for us to act rashly.”
Despite the doubts and concerns of the crowd, Griffith remained calm and composed.
He slowly walked to the map in the center of the tent and pointed to it:
"Please be patient, everyone. Things are not entirely hopeless; there is still a chance, for example..."
A few days later, Yoda's scouts were resting on the plains outside the Rhône Mountains.
The plain was open, with a few low bushes scattered around it. The ground was muddy after the snow melted, and it made a sticky sound when you stepped on it.
"Ugh, so boring."
The scout captain leaned against a withered tree, stretched, and spoke with obvious impatience.
The reconnaissance missions over the past few days have been tedious and boring, yielding no results other than the occasional discovery of scattered traces of mountain people.
A young scout nearby, who was polishing his longbow, smiled upon hearing this and said:
"Captain, isn't this good? At least we don't have to fight like those guys on the front lines, risking our lives every day. We can enjoy the scenery here, guard this plain, and live a very peaceful life."
"It's stable, but it's so boring."
The captain pursed his lips, his gaze sweeping aimlessly across the distant mountains.
"I really hope something happens, otherwise I'll get moldy if I stay here any longer."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.
A scout rode a fast horse from the edge of the mountains, his face showing obvious urgency.
He pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up and neighed.
"Captain! Something's happened!"
The scout shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
The scout captain immediately stood up, his expression instantly turning serious:
"what's the situation?"
"There's movement on the edge of the mountainous area!"
The scout, panting heavily, pointed in the direction of the mountains.
"I was scouting over there just now and I heard the sound of a lot of horses moving around. It was very loud, like there were quite a few people!"
The scout captain's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed up a slightly higher earthen slope next to him, raising his binoculars to look towards the edge of the mountain area.
At the foot of the distant mountains, dust billowed, obscuring the sky and moving at an extremely fast speed, clearly indicating that a large army was on its way.
Although the exact number of people was unclear, the sheer amount of dust in the air suggested that the group was quite large.
"not good!"
The scout captain's expression changed, and he immediately turned around and gave an order to one of the scouts next to him.
"Quickly! Ride to the main camp immediately and report to Commander Atun! Tell him that a force has appeared from the mountains of Rona Territory and is heading towards the territory occupied by Yoda! We must be fast!"
"Yes!"
The scout dared not delay, immediately mounted his horse, turned it around, and galloped off toward the territory of Rona, his hooves kicking up clouds of mud.
The scout captain continued to stare intently at the cloud of dust, his mind filled with doubt:
Where did this force come from? Are they the Midland mercenaries trapped in the mountains? How dare they come out on their own initiative?
Inside the main camp, Aton was enjoying a roast suckling pig. Just as he tore open a leg to take a bite, a messenger rushed into the hall, panting, and knelt on one knee:
"Reporting to the Commander! Something terrible has happened!"
Adon frowned, put down the pork leg in his hand, and said with a hint of displeasure:
"What's with all this panic? What kind of behavior is this? Tell me slowly!"
"Commander-in-Chief."
The messenger looked up.
"Scouts ahead report that a force has emerged from the mountains of Rhône and is advancing towards the territory we have occupied!"
"Oh?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Adon's eyes, followed by a disdainful look.
"Hmph, those Midland scum trapped in the mountains, finally couldn't resist coming out to their deaths?"
He stood up, walked to the map in the center of the lobby, and pointed to the mountainous area on the map:
"How many of them are there? What unit are they?"
"The scout said there was a lot of dust, so he couldn't see the exact number of people, but he estimated there were at least a thousand, which sounded like a lot of cavalry."
The messenger answered truthfully.
Adon stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.
A force of over a thousand men, including many cavalry—could it be that Midland's mercenaries are trying to break out?
No, if they wanted to break out, they should have headed towards the territory occupied by Midland, not towards the territory we occupy.
and many more!
Adon's eyes suddenly lit up, and he made a judgment in his mind:
They must have run out of ammunition and food, and were trying to sneak back to Midland's main force during the spring snowmelt!
They either went the wrong way, or they were deliberately pretending to attack us to confuse us and then slip away!
Thinking of this, Adon smiled smugly and thought to himself:
These idiots, do they think they can fool me like this? How naive!
He immediately ordered:
"Pass on my order! Assemble the entire Blue Whale Heavy Knights and follow me in pursuit! We must stop this force! Remember, do not kill them easily; I want to capture their leader alive and see who dares to act so brazenly on my territory!"