Chapter 245 - By the name of Xakro ill.u.s.trato l (1/2)
Training the Ballistaguards is interesting indeed, but they had to call it a day! Although this is the first day of training, the 5 hired Guards have got the ups and downs! But they have only shot 10 arrows, 7 of which have been retreated. The remaining 3 were found but were just too broken for reuse.
They can't use all 29 to just shoot the ground, it would just be a waste of time and ammunition. They would have to wait until the Guard retrieves the Arrow, or else they could shoot one down. Furthermore, they don't need to shoot the ammunition for such first steps of training.
For now, they just have to learn how to load one and prepare it to Fire! As for knowing how to hit a target, it is a step they shall accomplish once the Blacksmiths bring 10 sets of arrows! It shouldn't take too long considering that it doesn't require too much Iron, and even if all 300 Arrows are broken they would just be replaced by other ones in the near future.
Tomorrow the Catapultguards will learn how to to operate the Catapults, it is a more complicated process requiring the strongest concentration. King Zar finds it more reasonable to practice it at daylight, they can't risk losing any Guard!
They were about to call it a day, until a Guard sounded the alarm for unwanted visitors! Such an alarm is sounding by continuously hitting the bell until further orders are taken under procedure!
The Guard saw a scene that didn't quite match stereotypical merchants! There were sets of Wagons led by ill.u.s.tratian Guards! The first procedure they should take here is send a messenger towards those heavily Guarded Wagons to clarify what these approachers are here for. Normally the Kingdom wouldn't make a fuss over it, but considering the battle they faced a few weeks ago, they don't want to take any chances.
2 Ballistas joined the road and awaited a sign from the messenger to shoot, if they are enemies the Ballistas will get into action! What would the sign be? Simple, a red flag would be raised after the horseman reached about 50 meters away from the enemies, to avoid both a shot from the Ballistas and the enemies.
”Why are we going to Pameres Kingdom?” Asked Bear Claw as she sat down on her seat after standing on her feet for about an hour, apparently that's her way of getting comfortable.
”We need some more supplies, plus I want to see who the new King is down here!” Answered Chan calmly, he has become used of her behaviours. Now at least he doesn't have to walk, the Guards feel a lot better thanks to the sticks tied around their legs, they can actually walk now. However the hurt Guards take shifts with Chan and Bear Claw in order to assure healing, it was Chan's idea actually. He hates Ignites, but would do a lot more for ill.u.s.tratios.
”What do you mean with, ”New King”?” Asked Dilli(Bear Claw), puzzled of such wordplay. However she asked this question while keeping her eyes closed, maybe Chan didn't notice it before but she closes her eyes when she is asking a question. Now that he can see her eye to eye he can notice it easily.
Seeing no reason to keep this information hidden from her now that the battle is over, he answered. ”King Xakro sent 800 Soldiers to kill the rebels and reconquer Pameres Kingdom!”
”Oh right, I've heard about the Revolution.” Answered Dilli as she revealed her half pupil eyes, afterwards asking. ”I guess King Xakro didn't like such betrayal.”
”Oh no! Not at all!” He answered as his eyes widened with the moment to give a slight hint of how the situation went down, but it was all noticable on his tone too, it arose in excitement actually. ”He even ordered for his son to be killed!”
”How is his son related to this revolution? I didn't even know he had other Children!” Interesting choice of words, but Chan was far lacking focus to consider that point. The close by Gr.a.p.e trees he can see from the wooden window has reminded him of nice tasty ale. Tasty for him at least!
”King Zar, the King of this little betrayal is Xakro's son.” He answered without care as he continued to glance upon the Gr.a.p.e trees, when out of a sudden the Wagons were forced to stop on their spot.
”What is your business here?!” Yelled a man in heavy armour riding a fine Chestnut Horse, his voice matched his arsenal even. Thick and tempting.