Chapter 42 Attack

When Dean was fully dressed again and appeared in the small square of the barracks again, Ike had already recruited all twelve of his team——

"I think you have heard about what happened at the outpost—those bandits brutally killed our Commander Potts and his colleagues. We must take revenge; because they are already tempting, if we are cowardly They backed off, and their next target is likely to be the town of Tire, the town of Tire where your relatives and friends live!"

Dean knew very well that if he wanted to 'revenge' Potts, he had to exaggerate the facts.

Otherwise, with Potts as a person, I am afraid that no one here would give their lives.

Fortunately, after his previous foreshadowing, such a statement is already very easy to accept.

"We can't let those guys go into Tyre!"

"Get rid of these guys!"

"Captain, I'm going to kill them!"

...

The emotions of the young people were quickly mobilized, and they shouted loudly.

"very good!"

Dean nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the militiamen beside him, and said, "Mach, you are responsible for the remaining five people including you... No, I have no doubts about your bravery and strength , It’s just that we need support—you see, the bandits who can annihilate Commander Potts’ team will definitely not be weak; therefore, we need a support! Of course, this support is not you!”

Seeing his subordinates who had gone from a little excited to quiet and listening, Dean pointed in the direction of Tire Town and said, "One day, you need to wait for a day. If we don't come back, you need to report to the Lord Baron of Tire Town immediately. ,Understand?"

"Yes, Captain!"

The auxiliary soldier Mach nodded.

"Then, let's go!"

Looking around, seeing the excited or worried expressions of the young people around him, Dean finally withdrew his gaze, waved his arm forcefully, and shouted.

Whether it is hesitation or fear, Dean believes that after experiencing a real battle, these emotions will be swept away, and they will be replaced by courage and tenacity.

This is the inevitable process for every recruit to become a veteran.

That's how he came here back then.

It's just that it was the Grand Duchess who was waving her arms in front of him at that time, but now, he is doing the same thing in front of a group of rookie recruits.

Of course, it's only similar in nature.

He didn't make the feat of five hundred cavalry, facing directly 40,000 cavalry, at most it was just an imitation - 1,500 people, facing three legions, even less than 30,000, and they all died together in the end; It was so different from the victorious return of the Grand Duchess that Dean thought he was a parody.

So, Dean knew he still had a lot to learn.

Sitting on the horse, Dean moved forward at an unhurried speed, and so did the militiamen behind him-although there was no heavy snow to block the road, there was still snow on the road, and it was impossible for the horse to have fun In fact, Dean would have preferred to walk, if not to maintain enough strength for the coming battle.

After all, the current speed is a little faster than before walking.

However, the militiamen behind them didn’t think so. The moment they got on their horses, they were immediately attracted by this magical animal—although it was not the first time they rode a horse, they were usually nasty horses pulling carts. There is no comparison with a real war horse.

Not only tall and mighty, but also has more endurance and acceleration.

If the snow on the ground is not suitable, they will definitely try the speed of these war horses.

And seeing the excitement of these subordinates, Dean guessed that when Potts was in power, except for feeding the horses, these young people never really rode these horses.

However, it is precisely because of feeding, brushing, and shoveling horse manure that these young people have established a real friendship with these horses. Even if they only know the basics of riding skills, riding these horses is effortless ——In fact, a real knight needs to feed, brush, and shovel horse manure in person, in order to deepen the relationship between himself and his mount.

Of course, with the character of that Captain Potts, it was obviously impossible.

Dean gently stroked the mount on which Captain Potts had sat down, and adjusted his sitting posture to make it more comfortable, so that he would not become frightened because of the snow and strangeness.

Undoubtedly, Dean did a good job.

In the following journey, the mount under his seat cooperated with him more and more tacitly. Even when he reached the outpost, Dean was able to command the mount under his seat through some limbs and whistle - except, because the horse In addition to his adaptability, it is more about Dean's skills.

After all, the horse-training skill obtained from the Grand Duchess is definitely the secret art of the Emerald Royal Family.

"Captain, Ike!"

Siren, who had received the news a long time ago, had already waited for a while, looked at Dean and his party, and immediately greeted him.

"how is the situation?"

Dean asked as he rolled off his horse.

"Those guys are very complacent, and they are obviously very proud of picking up a bargain for themselves!"

The strong militia captain gave such an evaluation with disdain.

"Get cheap?"

Dean asked knowingly.

"I checked again where the battle took place for the first time. We can be sure that Commander Potts was picked up by those guys after he met the snow bear... It's pure luck!"

The information from the robust militia captain set the nature of this 'accident' of Commander Potts.

"Perhaps, they led Captain Potts into a trap!"

Another militia captain put forward a different opinion. Xi Lun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded after thinking for a while, and said, "It's also very possible!"

"No matter which one it is, it cannot be an obstacle for us to kill them!"

Dean said firmly.

...

"Hahaha……"

Such loud laughter, mixed with the sound of drinking, came from the side of the village. As the leader here, Sible, the bandit leader with half barbarian blood, was really proud at this time—— If he hadn't discovered the bloodstain, how could he have achieved what he has now?

Just look at his armor!

Completely pure steel products, as well as long swords, are even more sharp.

Although the armor was damaged and a little small, it was enough to be worn as a half-body armor under his 'reformation'.

And the long sword is not as smooth as his mace, but it is deeply loved by him, especially when the sword goes down, it cuts a crack in the corner of the mace, and the long sword is only a little curled. The half-barbarian bandit leader intended to use the sword as his new weapon.

As for the place where the blade is rolled?

He will find a way to settle it, as long as he takes out two bags of grain, those barbarian elders will help him deal with it.

Gudong, Gudong...

A whole bag of spirits, enough to make three strong men drunk to the ground, was poured down by the half-barbarian bandit leader, and then he picked up another bag indifferently.

Obviously, the blood of the barbarian not only made him taller and stronger than ordinary people, but also made his viscera have corresponding strength; otherwise, even a person of the same height would not be able to cope with the subsequent invasion of alcohol.

And in the same way, as Sibur's confidantes, those robbers who got the leather armor and weapons of the elites of Fechalen Knights celebrated wildly like their own leaders.

They didn't worry about the so-called revenge at all.

After all, this is just a temporary stronghold for them, and the real old den is deep in the snowfield dense forest-there is not a place where the so-called large number of people can win.

So, they just plan to have a good celebration now.

You know, after dawn tomorrow, they will return, with the items of this harvest - except for the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, on the other side of the hall dug out of the cave, there is a pile of adult food. Heaps of supplies such as grain, dried meat, and pickled vegetables.

Of course, there are bags of Kimptons, silver horns, and coppers scattered on the floor.

As for how these things come from?

As a robber, it is natural to obtain materials and money by means of robbers.

"We split the money!"

Sible picked up the money bag, grasped the only three or four Kimptons in his hand, and immediately threw the remaining money bag to the confidantes in front of him.

Immediately, these robbers rushed towards the money bag like hungry wolves.

Compared with other people who are also walking in the dark, the distribution of spoils between robbers and bandits is more direct and effective-whoever has the biggest fist can get more.

what! ! !

And just as the robbers were vying for the silver horns and copper coins on the ground, there was a scream like this, followed by the second and third.

Immediately, the bandit leader with barbarian blood roared, grabbed his long sword, and rushed to the outside, and behind him, the bandits followed closely—if they didn't want to be settled by Qiuhou, in the end, At this time, he followed his boss closely.

You know, although the blood of the barbarians made their boss tall and strong, it also made his boss grumpy and irritable.

After many people were killed by the angry Sibul, they knew what to do in the future.

However, after following their boss out of the cave, the robbers were stunned, and Sible was also stunned—because, in front of them, there was only one person!

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