Chapter 65: Royal Capital

Mystery of the Occult, Main Text Volume, Chapter 65: Royal Capital. In ancient times, marching and fighting wars consumed a terrifying amount of grain.

And the transport and storage locations for logistics and supplies were secrets among secrets.

However, for Aaron, this could be found directly through the pendulum method; it was not a problem at all.

As for strict defenses or anything of the sort?

Not to mention being able to find the flaws in the enemy's guards, even a frontal assault was just a trivial matter for him.

Encountering an unreasonable, cheating player like Aaron, even if the Purple Bauhinia Grand Duke had the reputation of being a god of warfare, he could only suffer a crushing defeat.

……

At dawn.

Aaron, leading a cavalry troop of about a hundred men, arrived near a small town.

"Enemy Rangers ahead!"

Bazhi gave a ferocious grin and brandished the long spear in his hand: "Follow me and charge!"

Pfft! Pfft!

A dozen riders charged past, hacking those two Rangers off their horses.

But a raven had already flown high into the air; Sanchez hurriedly bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the raven.

Whoosh!

The arrow missed, and the raven flew away.

"Forget it, let them discover us. Anyway, the grain is in the warehouse of the small town ahead; that is an important transshipment point."

Aaron waved his hand and laughed: "Follow me and charge!"

"Charge!"

Bazhi and Sanchez roared and followed behind him.

When these hundred cavalrymen arrived at the outskirts of the small town, the town, having received the report, was already fully armed.

The fences were full of soldiers, there were caltrops at the entrance, and the arrow towers were filled with Archers.

Moreover, this was deep in the rear; as long as they held out for a moment, soldiers would arrive to reinforce them.

It was already quite difficult for Aaron to have led people to sneak near here before being discovered.

At this moment, looking at the heavily guarded small town, he just smiled: "Follow me!"

He spurred his horse forward, charging straight at the town gate.

"Fire arrows!"

Atop the arrow tower, a Squad Leader ordered loudly.

The next moment, he felt something was wrong and clutched his throat.

His collar seemed to have a life of its own, constantly tightening inward like an iron Collar, locking his throat.

"Ah!"

Screams rang out one after another.

Some Archers were covered in blood, looking at the bows and arrows in their hands that were covered in wooden thorns, their faces showing expressions of incredible collapse.

Some Archers were even more miserable; the arrows in their hands turned directly and pierced into their own bodies.

The small town gate.

After Aaron approached, the caltrops and obstacles seemed to come alive, grew legs, and retreated to both sides.

The heavy gate instantly fell backward, clearing the path.

"What is this? Witchcraft?"

The soldiers guarding behind the gate looked at this scene, feeling their brains go dead.

Pfft!

But Aaron did not give them much time; with a wave of his hand, earthen spikes emerged from the ground, directly skewering the guards.

"Gods!"

"Is this a Demon?"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

Other soldiers saw this scene and directly collapsed.

"Kill, haha!"

"Grandmother is above, kill them all!"

After following Aaron into the small town, the Green Forest cavalrymen, still wearing expressions of disbelief, grinned ferociously and began reaping the enemies' lives like cutting straw.

Aaron took the lead and charged toward the warehouse.

Pfft! Pfft!

A handful of salt was sprinkled over, and then a Knight wearing full armor held a greatsword high and roared: "In the name of God, Demon, begone!"

Aaron let the salt grains fall on him; nothing happened.

Then, an earthen spike went straight through the Knight's chest, pinning him to the ground.

"I thought I might encounter the Mysterious power of this world... now it seems I overthought it."

Aaron opened the warehouse and saw the mountain of grain, sighing involuntarily: "What a pity, I can't move it away..."

"This consumption of Spirituality is equivalent to several years of Natural Sciences flow..."

He waited a moment, and Bazhi, Sanchez, and the other cavalrymen arrived, all covered in blood, clearly having enjoyed themselves beating the underdog and killing.

"Set the fire, burn this place."

Aaron gave the order calmly; a moment later, a huge fire engulfed the entire warehouse and continued to spread outward.

By the time reinforcements arrived, all they saw was a ruin after the fire.

……

"My Lord, what shall we do next?"

Inside a dense forest, Sanchez, carrying the wild joy of the aftermath of battle, asked Aaron respectfully.

"You all return to the military camp first; I happen to be making a trip to the Royal Capital of Kajiashi."

Aaron gazed in the direction of Kajiashi, feeling slightly impatient in his heart.

Even if the military provisions were burned up, the army could actually barely sustain itself; at worst, they could seize grain on the spot and then wait for supplies to be transported from the rear.

However, what if the high-ranking officials in the rear were all dead?

"Ending the war as quickly as possible—this is the best way!"

Aaron thought with a smile.

"Lord Count, please let us follow you!"

Many cavalrymen knelt on one knee one after another, pleading.

Among them, Bazhi was the most urgent.

But Aaron felt that they just wanted to go to the most affluent place in the kingdom to loot a bit.

"There is no need; at most, two people may follow."

Aaron waved his hand and said.

……

Kajiashi.

As the capital of the kingdom, the city walls here were tall and towering, and nearly one hundred thousand people lived in the city permanently.

In this era, this was already a truly remarkable thing.

However, because of the large population, it required hundreds of surrounding villages to transport various supplies into the city every day.

At dawn, the gates of Kajiashi were wide open, and everywhere one could see various vehicles, driving horse-drawn carts loaded with fresh vegetables, fruits, and grain, entering the Royal Capital.

The soldiers guarding the city had serious expressions, scrutinizing every person entering the city; they were even rarely accepting the usual bribes.

After all, it was wartime, which was different from ordinary times.

Aaron led his horse, following behind a flatbed cart transporting vegetables, looking like a lonely traveler.

"Haha, Old Jack, you've come too?"

"Of course, the price of grain in the city has risen recently, so the grain stored up last year can be sold..."

"And the fruits and vegetables, the price for every ten pounds has also risen by three Nars..."

"But there is a war going on; shouldn't you keep some at home?"

"It doesn't matter; the bards in the tavern have all said that those Green Forest savages used to raid every year, and at most they only ravaged the North. Even if they are fiercer this time, with the Purple Bauhinia Grand Duke leading thirty thousand men, it is enough to beat them back to their old home, haha..."

……

While listening to the vegetable farmers boasting, it became Aaron's turn to enter the city.

"I am Yasuo, a bard from the North. Because the North is in chaos, I have come to the Royal Capital to take refuge and find some work along the way..."

He looked at the patrolling guards and said calmly.

Well, the kingdom in this era did not have any household registration system or identification documents, and no matter how imaginative the city guards were, they could not have imagined that the youth in front of them was the Green Forest Earl, who was famous in the North and feared by the entire kingdom.

"Don't cause trouble!"

Therefore, after the guard merely scrutinized the bundle Aaron had placed on his horse and saw no long swords or other weapons, he gave a warning and confirmed his passage.