Chapter Eighty-Eight: Into Danger

Normer watched coldly, a little surprised, but also a little moved.

Whether it was the two deputy commanders, Julie, or the other mercenary leaders present, they had no objection to Kevin's final decision. In other words, don't look at what they say, they really hate the Marquise Ryder in their hearts, and wish that if there was an ambush, she would die in the valley with her mean, snarky, arrogant, and arrogant. But in the final analysis, when it comes to implementation, she is still regarded as the object that needs to be protected, even if it is out of practical considerations for reducing some compensation, it also reflects the professional ethics of Kevin and others, and will not be easily swayed by personal grievances and negative emotions.

The last sentence fully shows that Kevin, the head of the regiment, cares about the safety of every subordinate, no wonder he can get the heartfelt support and convincing of so many unruly mercenaries.

"As for the 'Cool Death Quartet', they are responsible for maneuvering according to the old rules, there is no fixed battle position, and they will go wherever they need support. ”

Three men and one woman, a total of four fancy-dressed mercenaries nodded silently, they were of the same age, they were all about forty years old, and like the three of Normer, they were a small group that temporarily joined the team, and all of them had three to four levels of strength. However, listening to the introduction, this "quartet" group has been famous for a long time, and it is good at group cooperation, and there are many times of cooperation with the Black Lion Mercenary Group, and they know each other's tactics well, and they can be regarded as members of the group who are not official members.

After Kevin finished assigning the other people's tasks, it was finally his turn. He said, "I'm in charge of the break, and Barry, Greyhound, and you guys follow me. Everyone should pay attention, don't let people copy the back road and don't know it. ”

"Understood. "Greyhound" replied unequivocally.

"Don't worry, boss. That's Barry's statement.

The rest of the mercenary leaders also responded.

The valley is steep and narrow, and the rear of the long marching line is the most likely position to be attacked by heavy attacks. As the leader of the Black Lion Mercenary Group and the strongest combat force, appearing in the most likely places where danger is likely to occur has always been Kevin's commendable style, and it is also his consistent insistence that has never changed.

Seeing that everyone present had no other opinions, Kevin turned his horse's head and decided to go and talk to the fat butler in charge of liaison in the Marquis of Ryder's mansion.

From the many contacts in the past few days, he felt that Clay, a housekeeper dressed as a high-level servant, was also above and below the fourth level, plus the guards in the Marquis's Mansion who protected the Marquisate, the eldest son and the eldest daughter and other important figures, and their strength was basically at the third or fourth level, as long as it was properly arranged and prepared in advance, at a critical juncture, this force could also affect the entire battle situation.

Therefore, even if this time passes, it is very likely that he will eat the eyes of others, and the mercenary captain still focuses on the overall situation and puts down his face to communicate in person.

As the boss set off to make final negotiations, the rest of the leaders of the regiment set off one after another and rushed to their battle positions to organize and arrange.

After a busy but chaotic dispatch, when the various departments sent Kevin a signal that everything was ready and he could leave, the burly mercenary leader waved his right arm vigorously, and the whole group immediately stepped into the valley one by one in their own order, with a solemn expression.

"Beware of cold arrows, and put your shield on. ”

When he returned to his place, Normer woke up to the morning light, and then turned back to greet the old butler, suggesting that Plitander put on soft armor in advance, after all, wearing an extra soft armor under the mage robe would make the old butler's movement less comfortable and convenient, but it was better to choose a little more uncomfortable than die in the cold arrows shot on both sides of the valley.

Hearing the young man's concern, Dawn and Plitander both felt warm in their hearts.

Knowing that he is the weakest of the three and the one who needs protection the most, Normer has no shortcomings of being self-centered in everything that the young master does, and always cares about the people around him, which is a quality that is rare in today's world.

The girl took out the shield as she said, attached it to the armor of her left arm, and fixed it.

The shield is not large, its weight and size are specially designed and built to match the girl's figure, and it has a good texture, which will not have much effect on the actions of Dawn during battle, but it can provide an effective defense against the sudden shooting of arrows. It's just that in this way, the girl wears a small and delicate hood on her head, a shield on her left hand, a small short crossbow on her right arm, and she holds a short sword in each hand, the petite and delicate girl can be said to be armed to the teeth, and she has the posture of a Valkyrie, which is quite eye-catching.

The old butler took out a simple close-fitting soft armor from his rucksack and put it on the horse's back.

The soft armor can be seen to have been useless for many years, and the old housekeeper has to think about how to wear it first, but fortunately, his figure is maintained very well, and the soft armor can still be worn close to the body. With the addition of this layer of soft armor, a mage with relatively poor defense ability is equivalent to an extra life.

At this time, Normer not only attached a knight's shield on his right arm, but also deliberately took out a spear and assembled it, and hung it on the "victory hook", that is, the hook of the saddle.

Usually, in order to save space, the young man's accustomed spear was carefully disassembled into three pieces, and put it away in the middle of the bag, the valley was narrow, and he would not use a long weapon under normal circumstances, but he was still prepared and prepared as soon as possible.

Coupled with the longbow on his back and the sacks on both sides of the saddle, the boy believed that he could handle any type and degree of offensive and defensive situation.

As the large group of people entered the valley, the teenager was even less optimistic about his employer's risky decision, and only by being in the precipitous geographical position in the valley could he feel the obvious depression and fear.

The bare mountain walls stretch almost straight upwards, and only when they come to the places where shrubs and trees appear, do the steep walls slowly and gradually slope, otherwise it is estimated that the vitality of those trees will not be able to survive in such a harsh natural environment. However, due to the narrow valley and the high peaks, when you look up, there is only a small ribbon left in the blue sky overhead, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "line of sky".

Walking in such a dangerous place, there is no need for any danger, and people will naturally get nervous.

Not to mention that the people felt uneasy, the further they went, the more they went, the more they were in a state of emotional abnormality, and it took a while to be busy and pacified to avoid causing a riot.

"Uncle, you said that if there is really an enemy who wants to deal with the family of Marquis Ryder, when is the most suitable time to do it, and where should you choose to do it?"

Dawn whispered to Plitander for advice.

Plitander smiled slightly, and said: "If you want me to see that if you want to catch us all, of course, it is near noon, when the people are sleepy and hungry, and the whole morning of deliberate precautions, energy and physical strength are at a low level of the day, no matter how much you ask to be vigilant, it is actually useless." In the face of the attack, I am afraid that most people will not even be able to barely break through. ”

The old butler said it lightly, and he was very confident in his judgment.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as there are really villains who set up an ambush in advance, let's not talk about fighting back, and we can't even say whether we can escape for our lives?"

Before the girl could continue to ask questions, one of the guards at the Marquis of Ryder's mansion interjected.

The mountain road here is quite narrow, only allowing a carriage to walk, and the whole team is forced to discharge the formation of "long snakes", trekking hard, and the speed is not as fast as possible. It was precisely because of this that the guard, who was sitting on the carriage of the eldest son of the marquis, had the opportunity to hear the conversation between the maiden and the old butler, and heard that Plitander said so dangerously that he could not help but interject.

The old butler shook his head and retorted with Wen Yan: "It's not two words, but except for a very few strong people, most of the people in the team will die here." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at the guard who asked the question, obviously a "master" from the training ground, who had never experienced the baptism of bloody killing, and his face became very ugly when he heard his answer so affirmatively.

"How could it be such a coincidence! The enemy could have expected that we would leave the main road and choose to take this dangerous road? And set up an ambush in the place where we were going to rest and have lunch?"

A young man's voice came from the carriage, loud but not loud, vaguely lacking in breath, it was the eldest son of the Marquis of Ryder who spoke.

He sat in the carriage, idle, and for a moment he was curious to hear the conversation outside, and he did not agree with the old butler's assertions, so he began to express his opinion. If it weren't for the boring journey, the uneven terrain in the valley, and the bumpy car, he wouldn't have condescended to talk to a lowly mercenary, or an old mercenary.

With his temperament, he hasn't hugged the beautiful maid next to him for a long time, that's the son's job.

"How could it be such a coincidence! Those enemies are not gods, how could they have expected that I would temporarily order a change of route? and still be able to rush to the valley in time and choose a favorable position for an ambush? It's just that those lowly mercenaries are alarmist and want to take the opportunity to temporarily offer to increase the money. Mrs. Ben didn't fall for them!"

The Marquise de Ryder, who was leaning lazily on the backrest of the carriage, was chatting with the two valet maids, enjoying their sycophants, and at the same time also said something triumphantly close to her son's. Once again, it proves the simple truth that it is not a family, and it does not enter a family.

The maid who was kneeling next to the Marquise and was gently beating her leg hurriedly smiled and pandered, "Of course. Thanks to Madame's discernment, she saw through the big man's calculations early in the morning. I didn't expect that the big head of the regiment looked honest, but he was actually a belly full of bad water!"

While complimenting the housewife of the family, she glanced out the window thoughtfully.

"I guess, this guy with a bad stomach is eating the northwest wind on his horse depressed. Don't inquire, how shrewd our lady is, how can he deceive him?"

Not to be outdone, the other maid also boasted about her master.

Hearing the deliberate flattery of the two subordinates, the Marquise de Ryder became even more proud, and simply cocked Erlang's legs and shook them leisurely. There was a stove in the carriage, the temperature was more than half higher than outside, and her well-maintained carcass was as white and delicate as ever, but now she was wearing only close-fitting clothes, and her plump and seductive curves were revealed.