So, like a bystander, Lear watched as the bandits rushed out of the swamp under the scattered arrows. In just a few tens of seconds of charge, the bandits were killed and three wounded, and the mercenary group was shot and wounded by the bandits' archers.

The swamp is four meters wide, and there are earthen walls, which ordinary people can't jump on, but junior warriors can.

Fourteen bandits jumped to the earthen wall first, three of them were shot in mid-air and fell into the swamp, four were slashed into the swamp by the greatsword warriors behind the earthen wall, and the remaining seven jumped onto the earthen wall to fight the mercenaries.

Dogtooth jumped with the second group, but twelve arrows flew into the air, and he had to fall halfway to dodge. He dodged the arrows, stepped on the head of a bandit in the swamp, and jumped into the earthen wall.

The bandits who fell into the swamp were rescued, except for the unlucky guy who was trampled into it by the dog's teeth and suffocated to death.

As soon as Dogtooth entered the earthen wall, two junior swordsmen behind Lord Pine came out, and four high-ranking warriors surrounded him.

Three junior swordsmen fought together. The weapons of the three people are all attached to a layer of Dou Qi, but because of the different attributes of the Dou Qi, the light is also different. Dogtooth is an outlaw and fights very wildly, but in a dozen moves, he seriously injured three high-ranking warriors at the cost of two minor injuries, and overwhelmed the two family knights of the nobles in terms of momentum.

Unlike the crazy dogteeth, many family knights have always been pampered, rarely experiencing death battles, and cannot be compared with bandits of the same level.

The graybeard not far away laughed: "It turned out to be a group of family girls, hahaha! They all dismounted, and the waste with a straw fork looked at the horses, and the others followed me to kill them! For the sake of the noble lady, and gold and jewelry, the thieves are supreme!"

"The bandits are supreme!" the robbers roared together, and the noble lady and the gold and jewelry were their biggest motivation.

Five hundred people didn't need any formation at all against more than two hundred, and they rushed forward with hulala. Swamps and earthen walls can stop horses, but they can't stop these crazy bandits.

It was already dark, and the sunset and campfires in the camp kept the battlefield from going dark.

"Dogtooth, back up!" shouted Greybeard.

Seeing the joint thieves launch a general attack, the other swordsmen prepared to besiege the dogtooth first.

Yarman said, "All the small crossbows are aimed at that swordsman, be careful not to accidentally injure your own people!"

Graybeard, who was not far away, saw that the ten crossbows were all aimed at the dog's eyes, and roared angrily: "The bitch raised it! If the dog's teeth die in battle, I will bury all of you with him!" At the same time, a red light came out of his body, all over his body, and in an instant, he was telling the person opposite that he was an intermediate swordsman.

Yarman snorted coldly: "Don't be afraid of him, kill!"

A man behind Lord Pine walked briskly to the earthen wall and greeted Graybeard. His whole body flashed with cyan light, and he seemed to be an intermediate swordsman as well.

Dogtooth jumped onto the earthen wall in embarrassment, roared, parryed the swords of the two swordsmen, and jumped out. But the ten crossbowmen were prepared.

I only heard three muffled sounds of "poof, puff", and the dog's tooth with his back to the enemy was hit with three arrows and fell on the edge of the swamp.

This small crossbow has limited lethality, and after the dog's teeth hit the ground, he pulls out the crossbow arrow, and uses his fighting energy to seal the wound, perform a simple bandage, and come to Graybeard's side.

Graybeard breathed a sigh of relief, then let Dogtooth rest and led the men to storm the camp himself.

Because of the presence of swamps and earthen walls, the bandits' attacks did not go well, and people were often driven into the swamp in mid-air, or they had just climbed the earthen wall and were slashed back by the giant sword. But there were too many thieves, and the mercenaries were gradually forced to leave the earthen wall and retreat.

Cursing, shouting, wailing, groaning, and the sound of a continuous metallic clash filled the camp, and in the gray night, a smell called death brewed.

Catherine is fighting a high-ranking warrior bandit, and Lear is still dodging left and right with a wooden shield. At first, the bandit glanced at him from time to time, but then he stopped paying attention to him and attacked Catherine in a frenzy.

There is a clear difference in strength between men and women - the thick waist Susan does not count. The high-ranking bandit outnumbered Catherine in strength and speed, but was far inferior in skill.

In the battle at the warrior level, the advantage of strength and speed is slightly greater than skill, and the combat essentials of cold weapons are nothing more than eight words: "strong body, fast eyes and hands".

Although Lear has only experienced one actual combat at present, after all, he has been abused by the sword puppet for several days, and he can't do anything else but have a vicious eye. If he was personally fighting a high-level warrior bandit, he would definitely not be able to see anything, but as a bystander, he could fully capture most of the movements of a high-level warrior.

He unconsciously compares high-level warrior bandits to sword puppets, and then slowly finds loopholes or flaws in the other party.

Even high-level warriors only use the most effective basic swordsmanship when fighting, and there is no time to show off on the battlefield, and high-level swordsmanship may kill the enemy in front of you, but it is also equivalent to creating an opportunity for the enemy next to you to kill yourself.

After more than thirty moves, Liar's insight that had been tempered by the sword puppet and the sword world came into play.

He secretly lowered the wooden shield, and then when the high-level warrior bandit used the shoulder slash to slash downward, he used his body agility to quickly bend down, and then swung his sword to slash the bandit's calf.

After drawing his sword, he quickly said, "Block his sword." Catherine was more powerful than he had imagined, and before he could speak, she had blocked the bandit's sword with all her might.

The bandits, realizing that the child who had been neglected by him was attacking his legs, immediately raised his legs high, trying to dodge the blow with a single step. But Lear had already calculated his reflexes and movement speed, and the longsword slashed across his ankle.

The bandit screamed, and as soon as the strength of his hands loosened, the long sword was immediately blocked, and Catherine took advantage of the situation, and slashed his throat with a sword, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Be careful!" Catherine accurately blocked a sword from the side - and the other bandit, hearing his companion's screams, wanted to kill Lear in revenge.

"Get out of here, don't attack!" said Catherine, who was like an old hen who was very protective of her chicks.

Lear smiled and picked up the wooden shield again.

Graybeard had already gone through dozens of moves with the knight of the intermediate swordsman family, and both of them had experienced life and death battles, and they seemed to be equal in strength, equal to each other.

"Graybeard, I've heard of you!" the mid-level swordsman parryed Graybeard's sword, "Who's your employer?"

"Phew, noble slave!" Graybeard was forced by the nobles to become bandits, and hated these knights the most.

"It seems that you have not studied heraldry, or you would have seen from the family coat of arms in the camp that the family we serve has produced a king and a queen! In the tent sat a beautiful young lady named Audrena Hohenzollern, a name you may not have heard. And you must have heard her mother's name, some people call her Lady Wild Lily, and others call her Archduke Anna. ”

Graybeard was slightly stunned, and subconsciously carefully looked at the coat of arms outside the tent, but the intermediate swordsman did not take the opportunity to attack.

"Raised by a bitch! Retreat, all for Lao Tzu to retreat! Demon cat mercenary group, Lao Tzu wants to kill you all! Stab your **, dig out your intestines and feed the dogs!" Graybeard roared angrily, and led the crowd to escape.

"Kill! Kill all the people of the Demon Cat Mercenary Group for Lao Tzu, and leave no one behind!" Graybeard easily killed a member of the Demon Cat Mercenary Group when he retreated, and then chased and killed the leader of the Demon Cat Mercenary Group.

It's a pity that the regimental commander had been prepared, and when he secretly returned just now, he heard Graybeard's voice and turned on his horse and fled.

Lord Pine smiled and looked ahead, saying, "Gral, you shouldn't have reminded him so early that the people behind him wouldn't show up. ”

"Who told me to be soft-hearted? And this is just a temptation, today they will not use real forces. Gal slowly wiped the blood from his sword. He only showed the same strength as Graybeard, but the clothes on his body were not damaged at all, while Redbeard had minor injuries.

Those mercenaries still couldn't figure out the situation, and looked blankly at the fleeing bandits, everything was too sudden, and they were not mentally prepared at all.

By the time the mercenaries reacted, the bandits had fled, and Yarman issued an order forbidding pursuit.

The mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, whispering as they tidied up the camp, looking at the big tent with more awe than they had seen before - the mercenaries were not stupid, and they all guessed that it was the power of the noble lady that frightened Graybeard.

Lear asked curiously, "Catherine, can you scare off Graybeard at least a high-level swordsman, right?"

Catherine stared at the noble coat of arms and smiled bitterly: "A high-ranking swordsman, or an earl!"

Lear himself was in the whirlpool of a dispute, and immediately had a new association, and immediately asked in a low voice, "You mean we are caught in an infighting between the nobles?"

"Other than that, I don't know what to explain. Catherine looked up at the starry sky helplessly, her mouth full of bitterness, "I hope the next seven days will be sunny." ”

Lear examines the coat of arms on the tent, but can't remember which nobleman it belonged to.

Everything in the camp was in order again, but everyone's hearts were heavy.

The camp was counted after the battle, and the battle was short-lived, with nineteen still dead, most lightly wounded, and fifty-four too badly wounded to fight. The casualties of the bandits were three times that of the mercenaries.

Lear's Firelight Mercenary Regiment killed two junior warriors and seriously wounded three junior warriors and two intermediate warriors. One of them had his right arm cut off and the other lost both legs, and although he was healed by the Potions Master and reattached them, the two men would say goodbye to their mercenary careers forever. The five seriously wounded mercenaries could only sit in the carriage on the rest of the road.

Seriously wounded mercenaries should rejoice, because there are potions masters in the team, otherwise half of them will be the protagonists of the funeral, because serious injuries cannot be treated by ordinary methods - less than seventy percent of the mercenary deaths are killed on the spot, and the rest are basically killed within a few days after the battle due to the lack of effective treatment.

Potions and Priests are very scarce professions.

After the battle, all the dead mercenaries were buried on the spot, and a simple funeral was held in the camp.

Lear was not only involved in the funeral, but even in cleaning up the battlefield.

Dead people weren't scary, but when he was confronted with the mutilated corpses, he knew why the mercenaries used to say that novice murderers would vomit - the bloody wounds, the blurred flesh at the severed head, the frightened expressions on the faces of the dead, the terrifying eyes of death, the blood all over the ground, the smell of blood and rancid in the air...... It all made him want to vomit.

Dead people aren't terrible, but those mutilated corpses are disgusting.

It didn't take much effort to sort out the corpse, but Lear was almost out of breath during the whole process, he finally saw the cruelty of war with his own eyes, and he also understood what kind of profession mercenaries were - they were one of the lowest groups in the Starry Sky Continent, and what they got rich overnight, what one side overlord, what they spent all their time, and what fame moved the world had nothing to do with mercenaries.

A mercenary is a lowly profession that offers his life in exchange for payment.

There will never be a real master among the mercenaries, because they pursue the golden carat and the excess pursuit of swordsmanship, thinking about how to survive and practicing the sword, and the body is already overdrawn at a very young age.

The mercenaries who lived the longest were the most timid ones, and half of those who could become masters lost their ambition for sword skills due to the pressure of survival, and the other half died before becoming masters.

Without good armor and weapons, the body will be more damaged, without expensive magic potions or Holy Water of the Holy See, the accumulation of injuries will become the biggest stumbling block, without a good diet and auxiliary potions, the body will not be nourished, without proper inheritance and advanced sword skills, it will only be reduced to the steps of the enemy, and without the huge force to protect itself, it will be distracted to deal with all kinds of things - all this requires money, but how many of the hundreds of thousands of mercenaries in the whole Dutch Empire lack nothing?

Not a single one!

There is a saying from the famous Sword Saint Albert in the Starry Sky Continent that on the road to becoming a strong man, very hard work is more important than ten talent. Many people use this sentence to educate newbies, and in fact Albert's latter sentence is obscured by the dust of history - if you have 100 million gold carats, congratulations, you don't need talent and effort anymore.

After dinner, Catherine calls Lear to a no-man's land. It was late at night that the two men returned to the camp, and both men looked very tired, and Catherine seemed to have cried.

The mercenary, who hadn't slept yet, saw the appearance of the two people, and all of them showed an incredulous but ambiguous expression.

The mercenaries who saw this scene all lost sleep, and deeply felt the cruelty of this world - being rich and noble is everything.