"Let's keep going, hoping to have a harvest in the next village." Baron Berrion sighed and kicked the horse's belly.

They had been moving around the county of Tignets for two days, but they had achieved very little. From Wincheston in the north to Ryan in the south, from Sapp in the west to Bula in the east, all the villages and forts that passed by treated them with surprising uniformity—first of all, after hearing that their purpose was to buy grain, and that the lords' old grain had begun to rot, and that they would of course want to exchange the "inexhaustible" grain for glittering silver coins sooner. But as soon as they heard Baron Berrion's request that grain must be sent to the Provencal border, the smiles on everyone's faces immediately turned into folds.

The reason is simple, in this chaotic season when you have to go out in groups of three or five on weekdays, carrying swords and swords, if you pull the eye-catching grain on the road, it is tantamount to a stripped woman walking among a group of hungry men, the road to the southern border of Tignac has to pass through countless dense forest wastelands and deep valleys and hills, behind every tree and every stone there may be a group of murderous bandits grinding their teeth waiting for the prey to be delivered to the door, and those rogue robbers who are worried about food will never let a grain of food from themselvesThe "Territory" left safely.

In these troubled times, this is an indisputable fact, without dozens of sturdy soldiers in formation, no one dares to carry a large amount of grain through the place where the robbers are raging. Now, the lords of all over the country can only organize emaciated peasants to pick up wooden forks and hoes to "guard" their sacred territory from being invaded by greedy bandits.

After several refusals, Baron Berrion had raised the price of grain to twice the price of the usual year, and promised to pay a large sum for the transportation, so that in the end only the squire, who had been emboldened by the silver coins, agreed to Berion's terms, and bought the three-horse carriage in the barn, which had begun to mold, to Baron Berrion at a high price, and the three serfs, who had been praised by the squire, were hired as grooms.

"My lord, at this rate, the soldiers in Fort Kalk are already starving to death before we can raise enough food~" The long-haired brown attendant said with his head drooping as he marched east with two thousand pounds of food.

"There's another place in the far east called Fort Andermatt, let's try our luck there, and if we can't raise enough food, we'll go back to Kitsby." Baron Baron Berrion was already discouraged, he had enough money to buy tens of thousands of pounds of grain but only bought less than two thousand pounds of moldy wheat, and the dozens of soldiers at Fort Cark may have just starved and used their last strength to kill the last enemy who jumped onto the city, while he himself wandered around in vain......

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In the middle of a dense forest leading to Fort Andermatt, a group of newly assembled mountain bandits are plotting a big deal.

The leader of the bandits carried a giant axe used by a lumberjack, twisted his ugly face and asked the bandit in charge of finding out the news: "One eye, do you see clearly, are there three people?" Are they still followed by a large group of people? ”

The bandit who had his eye gouged out for peeping at the lord's wife taking a bath licked the corner of his mouth and replied, "Big Chief, I swear to you with my remaining eye, there are indeed only three people, three horses, and one mule, and it seems that they are the same riders who passed by two days ago. This time, however, they were not followed by a dozen soldiers. ”

"Those guys? Do you see if there is a flag in the lead? Don't be a passing nobleman. ”

One eye continued to pout, "Big leader, there is no heraldic flag, there is no military flag, although the three of them are wearing black robes and cloaks, but there are no army markings, it should be a few wealthy caravan armed guards." I think those horses are good, just in time to snatch a hero like you. ”

The leader of the mountain bandits was originally an ordinary yeoman farmer in the western county of Tignac, when he was twenty years old, the family's ploughing cattle suddenly went berserk, and injured the knight lord in the village, and the knight who had always been strong was seriously injured, and began to vomit blood in a few days, and then died soon after, he had to flee for his life in a foreign land, relying on the barricades to rob the lonely merchant travelers to barely make a living, the war in the south and the increasingly severe security in the south of the Count of Burgundy made him feel that his time had come, So more than half a year ago, he began to recruit a group of crooked melons and cracked dates to join his team, and in just a few months, they had already ransacked several small settlements and obtained some grain and a small amount of coins. A few small victories gave the leader a taste of the pleasure of the bandits, and their appetite grew......

The chief glanced back at the dozen or so men who were resting in the grass under the trees in the forest, they were all newly joined outcasts and serfs who had escaped from the manor, and they had lost everything and their lives were the last gamble for food, so that despite the rudimentary weapons and poor armor, everyone was always able to win many victories in raiding houses with the courage of sacrificing their lives.

"The mongrels have started work, and they are all boiling for me, and after grabbing this ticket, I will go home to drink wine and eat meat."

The minions in the dense forest roared and picked up the farm tools and sticks around them, and followed the big boss and a few "old brothers" towards the northeast carriageway.

On the carriageway from the west of Fort Andermatt, the three of Yate were galloping on horseback, and the road back was not quiet, not far from Fort Andermatt, there were bandits who appeared in the field of vision of several people, they were like hungry wild dogs, they did not dare to attack the lion rashly, but they always sniffed the smell of prey and fell behind them and waited for the opportunity.

Ron's fear of the strange jungle had taken root in his heart.

Every time he passed through the dense forest, he would always gallop on horseback to the edge of the dense forest, and only after making sure that there was absolutely no ambush before returning to pass nervously like a rat crossing the street.

"Master, there is movement in the dense forest ahead, and I am not sure if it is dangerous. Is it a detour? Ron galloped back from the edge of the jungle.

Art glanced into the dense forest, and there was no unusual feeling, but since Ron said that there was movement, it was better to take a detour. There are only three of them, and if they are entangled by bandits in the dense forest, it will be difficult to get out smoothly.

Art took the bow from the saddle and held it in his hand, and ordered Jason, who was following him, "Jason, there is a river in the north that prevents you from going around, you can go south along the dense forest to see if you can get around this dense forest." If there is danger, return immediately. ”

Jason said yes, turned his horse's head and ran south.

Seeing Jason's back gradually disappear, Art jumped off the horse, handed the reins to Ron who dismounted, and said, "Ron, let's rest here, you come to feed the horse some food and water, and I'll go to the surrounding area to guard." Then he drew a light arrow and climbed up a raised rock on the side of the road to look around.

After a meal, Jason rode his tired and panting horse back to the rocks by the road and found Art, and said, "No, my lord, the terrain to the south is getting steeper and steeper, and we may be able to climb the mountain to get around, but we have horses and mules, and I am afraid we can't climb it." ”

Art summoned Ron, who was on guard, and asked, "Can you be sure there's an anomaly in the jungle?"

Ron nodded and replied, "Master, although I can't be sure that they are the mountain bandits in ambush, I am sure that there are definitely people in the dense forest, and there is more than one."

Art believed Ron's words, and when he came, a few tails followed them near this dense forest for a long time, but they didn't dare to attack rashly because of the large number of people. Now that the lonely three have returned, those tails may be turning into teeth.

Art looked at the surrounding terrain, to the east was a wide plain, except for the dense forest, there was no shelter around, it should not be raided, even if there was danger, he could run on horseback.

"Let's go, find a place to make a fire and cook."

"Master, I heard you right~ Make a fire to cook? We're not in a hurry? "Ron is ready to fight back the enemy's back as he did last year in the birch groves south of Lane.

"Or else? You've said that there can be danger in the jungle, so why are we in a hurry to die? ”

"But we can't get around the forest."

"I don't plan to go around the jungle, but we're not in a hurry, and it's okay to wait a day and a half. If there is an ambush in the forest, they will not have the patience to wait so long, and when the time comes, they will either retreat and leave, or rush out of the dense forest to attack us. Now we only need people to get off their swords and horses, and after they have eaten and drunk enough horsepower, they can get on their horses and run east if there is any danger. ”

"That's right~ Anyway, we can run away, and we're not in a hurry, so let's wait. Jason, you go get some firewood, we'll roast bacon for lunch today. ”

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On a gentle slope in the dense forest, more than a dozen mountain bandits with weak hands and feet were still lying here, all of them tilting their heads and twisting their necks to look at the road east of the dense forest.

The strong man with buckteeth crouching next to the big leader finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and roared, "Big leader, can those bastards still come?" My TM neck is about to break. If you want me to say that I just rushed out with an axe, I have to do some kind of ambush~"

The big leader lay on the ground and twisted his neck to stare at the strong man, and said fiercely: "If you don't lie down again, I will cut off your pork leg." ”

The strong man knew that the big boss really dared to cut off his pork leg, so he fell back to the ground stupidly, muttering in his mouth: "It's really panicked, it's better to go back and continue to be a rogue~"

The big leader didn't hear the strong man's complaints, turned his head to one eye beside him, and said, "You blind man, are those bastards here?" ”

One eye is also strange, it's been a long time, even if it's climbing, it's time to climb over~

Just as he was wondering when he was a child, a sentry minion ran back.

One eye got up and kicked over: "Bastard, who told you to run back?" What about people? ”

The little minion quickly got up and patted the footprints on his body, and stammered: "Two~Second leader~ Those mongrels are cooking on a fire in the clearing in front of the dense forest~"

"What? Make a fire and cook!! Are you blind? When is this time, what kind of food should you eat when you are not in a hurry? One eye kicked the little minion to the ground again.

The little minions were about to cry, and they lay on the ground and replied with a crying voice: "Big leader, second leader, what I said is true, they are still roasting bacon to eat~"

The big leader of the mountain bandits stopped the third kick that one eye was about to kick, and pointed to the faint black smoke floating above the dense forest: "Okay, a bunch of waste." Let's go, kill me out! ”