The Saga Of Luca The Conquerorant

CHPTR: III OUR PLAN

Alpis forest which is 7km from here can be reached quickly thanks to the good road conditions. I once again checked my watch, ten minutes to 3.

Surely could. Next to me, Francis' mother seemed restless and completely uncomfortable with our riding speed.

The old woman continued to clutch at Sir Ingard's armor, as much as possible trying not to fall slipping. Seeing this I just smiled.

The horse I rode was driven faster and a minute later we finally arrived at the designated location. Sir Ingard stopped next to me, helped Mother Francis down and back up on the horse.

I looked at the woman closely, “Remember, you came here yourself.The 100 pieces of gold you got were stolen from your master. We won't be out until we know for sure your son is there and fine.”

The woman nodded in understanding, I withdrew my plan and left the woman alone before the gate to the forest.

From a predetermined spot, our group waited carefully. Observe all around and watch out for the arrival of the kidnappers.

I put Loren and Remy with most of our musket infantry. They'll shoot after I give the cue.

While I was alone with Sir Ingard and the other four mounted knights would wait in the east, far enough for our horses to go undetected but fast enough to attack the kidnappers.

After we were in our respective positions, I received the binoculars Sir Ingard gave me and began to observe Francis' mother from a distance.

The woman was still standing clumsily challenging the forest. The sun was shining as always. But the light seems to have difficulty penetrating the dense foliage of the trees here.

I observed once again, something was moving between the bushes. Shortly after, the kidnappers showed up.

They number about 20 people. They went hand in hand, checking around and one by one began to show themselves.

Some of them were holding musket weapons, about 5 people. The rest were chopped axes, knives, and rusty old swords.

They walked over to Francis' mother. Their shabby, creepy looks made Francis' mother shake. But the desire for his son to come back is much stronger. For that he remains strong.

They started talking. Francis' mother mindlessly immediately took out the tax gold from Jerome's office. The kidnappers immediately grabbed the gold and raised their guard.

It was Francis' mother's turn to sue her son.

The kidnappers were silent. They didn't reply to Mother Francis. After a while, one of the kidnappers, perhaps their leader, suddenly walked over, explained something, and whatever he said, managed to make Francis' mother fall to her knees on the ground.

It was then that I realized that these kidnappers had not brought Francis with them. Maybe it's worse. I pointed my flintlock gun to the sky and fired it.

The kidnappers suddenly immediately put up a defensive position. They left Francis' mother and took shelter behind fences and gates into the forest.

But they had not found the source of the sound of the gun, dozens of muskets from the forest in the explosion, the sound of lightning struck from all directions, he said, and so the 5 thieves instantly fell helpless.

The bullets that pierced through the temple and chest instantly killed them instantly.

The kidnappers finally realized they were ambushed. Some of those holding muskets started firing randomly into the forest.

While those who are only melee-armed can only hide from the bullets of our trained infantrymen.

In the midst of the deadly shootout, Francis' mother was still lying weak on the ground.

He was shocked by whatever news he found.

The smoke billowing from the slowly fired infantry musket guns began to fill the entire area with a radius of 50 meters.

Our infatheri continued to shoot according to the instructions given by their captain. Recharge, aim, shoot. Keep doing it until the kidnapper is dead.

I lifted the binoculars, checking the situation on the battlefield not far from my own place. I found the thieves trying to escape.

Some had even run away leaving his friends who were still fighting against our infantry.

I kept the binoculars in the saddle and said to Sir Ingard, “We will stop the kidnappers before they go deeper into the forest. Leave some for interrogation and signal the infantry to put up bayonets and attack.”

The trumpets were blown, the infantry who heard the signal immediately stopped their fire. A moment of silence. But it is not silent without meaning.

They were setting up bayonets and preparing to carry out a close-up attack on the kidnappers.

Amidst the silence, I stomped my horse, leading a band of knights on horseback through the dense foliage of the forest only to pursue the remains of the kidnappers who were trying to escape.

Due to the excessive speed of the horse and the instability of my grip, I was only able to hit one kidnapper in the leg.

Our cavalry kept racing, jumped over the fence into the forest and began to chase the escaped kidnappers.

After entering the forest, I realized that the kidnappers had split up. I immediately ordered that we split the two teams and chase the thieves in both different directions.

From a distance, I could clearly hear the sounds of screams and roars of death. Our infantrymen must have been dealing with the remains of the kidnapper.

After riding for a few minutes we finally found two kidnappers trying to escape.

One of them tried to cross the river, one of them climbed up a tree to hide. I immediately pulled out a gun and shot at him who was trying to climb a tree.

The kidnapper immediately fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Meanwhile, the rest of our cavalry were chasing another one that was crossing the river.

The kidnapper holds a musket, complete with a broken and worn infantry uniform. He must have been a deserter leaving his army.

Sir Ingard drove his horse towards the deserter and then with a trained motion hewed his saber sword and made a vertical line on the poor man's back.

The kidnapper screamed in pain and ended up crashing into the slippery river rocks.

Seeing that our pursuit was over, I decided to get off the horse and walk up to the kidnapper I had just shot while about to climb the tree.

“To-Please don't kill!” the kidnapper said he was scared.

I looked at him closely. His eyes reflected the fear of death. I pulled out my saber sword to keep watch. Even though this kidnapper is injured, he can still attack me at any time.

“Young master!” sir Ingard shouted, stopping his horse beside me and coming down. “You okay?”

I nodded at Sir Ingard and turned my eyes to the kidnapper. “Where was the girl you kidnapped this morning?”

“I don't know!”

I frowned, raised my sword and pressed it against the bullet wound on the kidnapper's leg. “I'm not kidding. Tell me where the girl Francis is.”

“Said not to know! The boss just told us to go see the woman's mother! He didn't say anything else, besides!” the kidnapper said in the most rude tone.

I looked at the kidnapper. His face line is balanced. He's not lying. This guy doesn't know anything.

“Where is your hiding place?” my many.

The kidnapper threw away a face refusing to answer.

Exasperated, I buried my saber sword at the bottom of the man's foot. The kidnapper immediately howled in pain and finally opened his mouth.

“On the mountaintop! The entrance is behind the waterfall! Please don't kill me!”

“How many are you guys?”

“100 people.”

Sir Ingard next to me took a deep breath. I continued my interrogation.

“Do you guys have cannons?”

“No.”

“Where did you guys get musket and gunpowder?”

“We stole it from Louth last month!”

I suddenly remembered something. A month ago the prison in the Louth area was blown up and the prisoners escaped. What we're dealing with is not just kidnappers, they're trained criminals.

I immediately got up and faced Sir Ingard, “Send someone to the city. Tell Jerome we need more people here. We'll attack their hideout tonight too.”