"Thousands of Han slaves riots, I think they will work obediently under the sword tomorrow morning!" Barto was full of confidence.

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Bachmann is a very cautious person, otherwise he would never be able to be the leader of the thousand men, and would not be entrusted by the top to restrict the pro-Holy See.

Tonight, although he was not angry with the town of Barto, who was greedy for life and feared death and was determined to make money, he was really worried about the food and grass on the threshing ground that had been harvested for a season. But as soon as he left the town, Bachmann regretted it.

But no matter what, he could not retreat. Not to mention that when he went back like this, Bachman would definitely humiliate himself in every way. If something happened to the food and supplies, the bad guy in Batto would have a backstage in the Holy See, but Bachman had no one to rely on him. At that time, all the guilt might be put on him.

Therefore, before leaving Hujia Town, Bachman sent a team of scouts, which was about five miles away from the prison where Han slaves were imprisoned, while the prison was only two miles away from the threshing ground.

It's less than ten miles in total, so be careful, there should be no problem, right? Bachmann comforted himself like this.

Five minutes after the scout came out, Bachmann looked at his pocket watch and then led five hundred pike soldiers out of the town.

Less than a mile away, Hujia Town behind him could only see a few faint lights above the city wall. Bachmann looked at the dark night in front of him, not knowing when it started. The crescent moon above his head, which was completely covered by dark clouds. At this moment, the soldiers around him were holding torches, but they could only shine a dozen steps away, and there was darkness even further away.

The woods, crops and ruins of houses burned by Western Union soldiers on both sides of the road were silent in the swaying Naruto, like silent monsters, constantly changing shadows under the torches, which aroused people's hearts.

"Appoint the scouts of the former army to be careful and come back immediately if they encounter something wrong!" Bachmann moved slightly, feeling that there was danger ahead, but the scout's signal never came back, so he had to continue moving forward.

After walking out another mile, a sound of horse hooves finally echoed in front of him, followed by a familiar command. Bachman couldn't help but sigh. These miles were as long as a long one.

"Sir, the slaves in the prison in front are indeed rioting. Please send people to suppress them." The scouts reported,

"Does there be Han soldiers appearing? What's going on in the cell?" Bachman asked worriedly.

"No, it's just that the prison is very chaotic, the slaves are making a fuss, and several guards are lying on the ground." The scout reported.

"Okay, the whole army will be added!" Bachmann felt relieved and shouted.

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"Captain, don't you still do it?" On a hilly ground four miles away from Hujia Town, a Han battalion commander asked Jing Zhan beside him.

"It's not OK. The brothers in front of me replied that there is still a large army behind this Xikou team. I will let them go first." Jing Zhan frowned.

From the traitor supervisor just now, Jing Zhan had already asked that there were 3,000 troops in the town, and it was confirmed by the Western Alliance soldiers in the prison. If they could be led out in batches, Jing Zhan would be sure to annihilate them.

According to Jing Zhan's plan, as soon as the enemy enters the ambush circle, they will attack forward and backward, quickly defeat the vanguard, and then start setting fire to the thundering ground to attract more enemies.

However, the information sent by the Han soldiers and cavalry just now made Jing Zhan frown slightly. The enemy actually became two parts, leaving the town for a quarter of an hour apart. The hundreds of enemy troops here should look like spearmen from the Duchy of Takado, and although they are not as good as the heavy infantry of the heavy infantry regiment, they are also elites.

If they cannot be destroyed within a quarter of an hour, then according to the report of the reconnaissance cavalry, there will be at least a thousand enemies, and they will attack them from the front and back. Although they may not be able to defeat Jing Zhan and his men, they will cause great losses to them.

Therefore, Jing Zhan chose to endure, and in his opinion, if the Western coalition forces marched like this, the commander in the town was very cautious, and he also understood the way of marching at night. He seemed to be a famous general, not as stupid as those coalition soldiers and prisoners.

Jing Zhan didn't expect that the reason for this situation was that Ba held up a bad intention and wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of Bachmann, who had been against him.

Despite unexpected changes in the matter, Jing Zhan could not wait for the plan to fail. He immediately ordered the Han army squad ambushed near the threshing ground to ignite some of the food and grass in advance, attracting the coalition soldiers who had just passed to rescue and strive to delay them.

Jing Zhan believes that as long as he is a normal commander, he will choose to go to the threshing ground to put out the fire first, and as for the prison, he will definitely have no time to take care of it for the time being.

As long as they pass, the position of the prison in the middle of the fork and a certain altitude will be an excellent blocking position, which will prevent the Western coalition forces who have left the city one after another.

Soon, Bachmann's front army was about to walk near the prison. Two forks appeared in front, one was obliquely above the hills, which led to the prison cells that imprisoned the Han people, and the other was directly leading to the threshing ground.

Just as Bachmann was about to order his men to turn to the cell, suddenly a fire rose from the threshing ground in the distance, and a faint sound came: "Water has gone, there has been a fire, please put out the fire!"

Bachmann heard the noise of slaves in the direction of the prison and the curse of the Western 6 languages ​​mixed in it, and then looked at the fire in the threshing ground two miles away, gritted his teeth: "Bastard, leave a hundred people to the cell to control the slaves, and the rest follow me to put out the fire!"

The five hundred spearmen from the Duchy of Teutonic immediately divided into two groups, and one hundred of them rushed to the cell under the leadership of a centurion, while the rest ran to the threshing ground with Bachmann.

Just as Bachman and his team disappeared into the darkness, a group of more than fifty Han soldiers quietly followed the Western coalition of the hundred-man team and touched the hills where the cell was located from behind.

After a moment, a sound of bows and arrows came from the hill where the prison was located, followed by a dull shout, and soon became quiet again.

"Sir, the Xikou who was reinforced in the cell has been eliminated. We have given those people simple weapons and sticks. They just need to keep the cell." Ten minutes later, a Han soldier rode a horse to Jing Zhan and whispered.

"Very good, tell them that to control the road, and not let Xiko from the threshing farm come back to rescue, and the rest prepare to fight!" Jing Zhan looked at the torches gradually coming towards Hujia Town and shouted in a low voice.
Chapter completed!