nucmednet Chapter 47 Old Jarl's Military Deployment
Chapter 47 Old Jarl's Military Deployment
The night was thick, and Gold stood beside Rogge, looking around.
"Gold, let's go back!"
Roger called out in a low voice, then turned and walked back the way he came, this time without making any effort to conceal himself.
Gold quickly withdrew his gaze from looking around and followed closely behind Roger.
Using the bright moonlight, the two quickly returned to the blacksmith's shop.
Back in the blacksmith's shop, Roger saw that Virgil was not relaxed at all and was working quickly.
In just a short while, the three bulging bags were packed.
Silver coins, food, and some clothing.
Seeing Rogge and the other man gently push open the door and enter, Virgil asked anxiously:
"Rogge, how's it going? What's the situation?"
Gold looked at Rogge with equal curiosity; everything that had happened today was truly astonishing.
Roger shook his head, his brow furrowed with seriousness.
He gazed out the window at the quiet village, his tone serious: "Everything is peaceful and normal in the village. The real danger comes from outside!"
"The enemy's target isn't the three of us, but this entire Broken Amber Village!"
Hearing Roger's explanation, Gold's face was full of surprise, and he subconsciously asked, "So, are we still going to run?"
Rogge quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind; the deadly malice sensed by the little snowy owl was probably not wrong.
If the three of them were to leave alone at this moment and watch the village fall into danger, he would not be able to face it with a clear conscience.
After a brief moment of thought, Rogge immediately made a decision:
"If we're going to run, we'll see how it goes!"
"Before we evacuate, we'll go and inform old Yar in the village so he can take precautions!"
"We can't just stand by and watch the whole village fall into despair."
"Gold, there's no time to lose, come with me to old Jarl's house immediately."
"Virgil, go and inform Aunt Slin's family...it would be best if you could persuade them to leave together!"
Gold and Virgil witnessed the unusual behavior of the little snowy owl firsthand.
They also gradually came to understand Roger's extraordinary keen insight.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two split up and acted exactly as Rogge had instructed.
Virgil was about to leave when Roger quickly called him back:
"etc!"
Virgil turned around and saw Roger pull a bulging little cloth bag from his chest, which was tied with a rope and hung around his neck.
Roger gently opened the bag, inside were some small, fingernail-sized, pale blue particles.
Virgil knew perfectly well that these tiny, dark blue particles were Roger's treasures!
It has amazing effects!
I gave them some to try before, but no matter how much I begged, I couldn't get another one...
Under Virgil's questioning gaze, Roger took out three pills from the box and handed them to Virgil and God.
"If war really breaks out, eat one before the battle!"
"One pill can be taken every two hours!"
Save it for me!
Roger didn't explain the reason in much detail. God and the others had taken this little pill before, but he never mentioned its effects, making him seem mysterious.
Without further ado, the three of them, each carrying a heavy baggage and holding a long sword, quickly traversed the village alleys under the cool moonlight.
Roger and God went straight to the old Yal's courtyard. They had no intention of loudly warning the villagers; professional matters should be left to the right people.
It is more effective for the village elder, Yar, to mobilize the villagers than for them to shout a thousand times.
Before long, Roger and his companion arrived at the gate of old Yal's house.
The courtyard was quite luxurious, surrounded by a wooden fence and with another gate inside.
Roger handed the longsword to God, took a few steps forward, and gently knocked on the wooden door with his fingertips.
"Old Jarl, I'm Rogge from the blacksmith's shop!"
In the stillness of the night, the sound of a gentle knock on the door was exceptionally clear.
Rogge identified himself, and shortly after, steady footsteps could be heard from inside the house.
After a short wait, the sturdy wooden door slowly opened.
Old Yar from Duanpo Village was already dressed neatly, his aged face calm, yet tinged with a hint of wariness.
Seeing Rogge and his companion fully equipped with their belongings and carrying swords, he frowned slightly.
"Rogge, it's you two. What brings you here so late at night?"
Rogge didn't beat around the bush; he got straight to the point and briefly explained his analysis.
"You mean, bandits will attack the village soon?"
"This... can't be right?"
Old Jarl's gaze fell on the luggage that Rogge and his companion had already packed.
Combining what he had seen and heard from Rogge and the other two over the past ten days, although he was full of doubts, his heart sank completely.
He also developed a more positive view of Roger and the other two.
Moreover, given the seriousness of their late-night visit to issue a warning, what benefit would there be in faking it?
Rogge spoke again, calmly analyzing, "Old Jarl, I cannot confirm the identity of the attackers; I know nothing about them!"
I have no idea how many people they are, where they came from, or when they started!
"But I'm certain this crisis is aimed at Broken Amber Village!"
"If you choose to trust me this once and take precautions in advance, you will not suffer any losses."
The lives of hundreds of elderly women and children in Duanpo Village rest entirely on your shoulders.
"Regardless of whether the news is true or false, it's always good to take precautions and be fully prepared!"
Rogge's sincere and simple words completely shattered old Jarre's last shred of hope and hesitation.
Yes, even if it's just a false alarm, what loss has their village suffered?
As the head of the village, he bears the safety of everyone in the village on his shoulders. He would never gamble on even the slightest possibility of danger!
Old Yar's expression turned serious, and he nodded emphatically.
"I understand. Thank you for your warning, Master Roger. Broken Amber Village will forever remember this kindness!"
"It was just a small favor!"
Seeing that he had persuaded old Jarl, a look of excitement flashed across Roger's eyes.
He beckoned, and Gold immediately stepped forward, showing the item in his arms.
Seven longswords and three battle axes!
"This is?"
Old Jarl looked on in surprise when he saw Gode leave a pile of weapons at the door.
"Old Yar, the weapons that the village leaders ordered with a deposit at the blacksmith's shop are all here. Please pass them on to them!"
"Okay... I'll pass it on!"
Rogge's actions further confirmed the impending crisis, and old Jarre's heart grew heavier.
Without further hesitation, he turned and went inside, taking down the horn-shaped longhorn that had been hanging on the wall for many years.
Old Yar arrived at the door, and the next second...
woohoo~~
The long, powerful, and desolate sound of the horn broke the silence of the night and resounded throughout the entire village!
In a short while, the once quiet village gradually became noisy, lights gradually came on in each house, and doors were hurriedly pushed open.
The disheveled young man hurriedly stepped out of his house, his face filled with fear and confusion.
Women and children alike were equally terrified.
Before long, the village militiamen, young and strong, grabbed spears, pitchforks, and any other usable weapons, and disregarding the chill of the night, quickly assembled in the central square of the village.
In the center of the square, a few torches were lit, and the flickering flames illuminated the panicked and bewildered faces.
The once peaceful and tranquil village of Duanpo was now completely shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of tension.
More than 300 villagers gathered in the square, whispering among themselves, unaware of what major event had occurred.
"Could it be that a foreign enemy is about to invade?"
"Everyone gathering in the middle of the night, could something big be about to happen?"
Panic spread quickly.
Old Yar stepped onto the stone platform, his gaze sweeping over the restless and chaotic villagers below.
Before old Yar could give a signal, the crowd gradually quieted down, and they all looked up, their eyes falling on old Yar.
"Emergency mobilization late at night, due to an emergency!"
"I've received reliable information that a gang of ruthless bandits have their eyes on our Duanpo Village and could launch a major attack at any time within half a day!"
Old Jarl could obscure the source of the information, and even Rogge didn't know the enemy's true strength, so he had even less of a way to judge.
Old Jarre's words caused an uproar in the room.
Duanpo Village is built by the lake. There are occasional petty thefts, but it has never been attacked by large-scale bandits!
Upon hearing the sudden news that a powerful enemy was approaching, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.
Given Old Yar's prestige in the village, it's impossible that the story is false!
In an instant, many people, young and old, turned pale with fright.
Old Yar remained calm and composed, issuing orders methodically:
"All elderly people, women, and children in the village, immediately return home, pack your belongings, and await further instructions at the end of the village!"
"If the situation becomes critical, everyone must immediately move to the back of the mountain!"
Old Yar continued in a deep voice, giving the following instructions:
"Those who are normally on patrol, immediately dispatch men to guard the area around the village, maintaining full vigilance. If any trace of the enemy is discovered, return immediately to report!"
Old Yar's gaze swept over all the able-bodied young men in the room:
"All able-bodied men in the village who are not wearing protective gear should immediately return home and put on protective gear."
Militia captains, organize your men and ensure they strictly guard their assigned areas!
"Finally, those who had their weapons ordered from the Three Musketeers' blacksmith shop, please come up on stage to collect your weapons!"
Old Yar's instructions were clear and his arrangements were thorough. The moment he finished speaking, the crowd sprang into action.
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