On the flat trade road from Lucesen to Tignets, the green mule squeaked along a four-wheeled carriage full of grain, with a rider in armor and a sword straddling his horse in front and two sturdy retinues walking behind.

"Otto, did you really knock down several people by yourself yesterday?" Ron pestered Otto to tell him about yesterday's brawl at the construction site.

"Well, really, just those guys who bully people all day long, I can do it alone. Had it not been for the timely arrival of the monastery guards, I would have beaten that goatee to death. That guy is a member of the Ligong Guild and bullies us outsiders all day long. ”

"If I had been there, I would have rushed up and helped you beat those dogs." Ron regretted missing out on that great group fight yesterday.

"Brother Ron, the group fight is not a joke, if you really hit the red eye, it is not serious, maybe you will see God with a stick. Alas, if it weren't for being bullied so much that I couldn't bear it, I really didn't want to take my guys to fight those bastards, if I really broke my legs and feet and had no money for treatment, I would have lost my life. "Otto was obviously still worried about the wounded men lying in the haystack in the shack area, and wondered if the demigod, half-witch healer would be able to heal them.

"God forbid!" Odo thought silently in his heart.

Ron sensed the worry in Odo's heart, patted Odo's shoulder and comforted: "Brother Odo, you don't have to worry, the healer has already treated them, and he also brought them some food yesterday, they will definitely survive." ”

Yesterday, after the Otto men had decided to join Art's patrol, the young Ranger showed his generosity and kindness by giving each of them thirty Finneys so that they could settle down on their way south, and giving Otto fifty pounds of food to bring to his wounded brothers in the shack.

After obtaining Art's consent, Otto asked Bas to accompany Kazak back to the village to take his disabled father to live in the shanty town of Lucesen, and Otto gave his shack to Kazak so that his father could live and recuperate, and Otto also gave Kazak ten pfennig in advance to buy more food for his father, and the remaining twenty pfennies were given to the seriously injured Albert family, which he hoped would last until Albert recovered from his injuries and worked.

After agreeing with Kazak and Bas to meet at Tiniez as soon as possible, Odo returned to his hut, wrapped himself in a shabby linen jacket, rolled a deep barrel of copper into a tattered animal skin blanket, tied it to his shoulders, put an oak stick on the grass, closed the wooden door, bid farewell to his fellow laborers, and went south with Ate.

Ron admired Otto's righteousness and boldness, and the two soon became friends.

"By the way, Odo, can you teach me how to fight?" Ron looked at Otto with a pleading gaze.

Otto turned his head and smiled at Ron, "What is there to learn from fighting, is to swing the stick and cover the face." ”

Otto thought about it again and said, "But it seems that there are some tricks......

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The journey south, because of the wagons carrying grain and the slippery snow, slowed down the speed of Art's party a lot, and it was not until the evening of the seventh day of their departure from Lusesen that the three of them arrived at a wooded field half a day's journey from the county town of Tinies.

With Ron and Otto by his side, he didn't have to do such trivial tasks as feeding the mules and horses and collecting firewood to make a fire, and he was sitting on a dry stone and peeling a hare with a dagger.

In order to get back to Tignets as soon as possible, Art did not stop at Letersri and Engelberg to repair, and after many days of traveling, several people slept in the open air, nibbled on rye bread every day, and drank wheat paste, Ron and Otto were very accustomed to it, but Art could not bear the dullness in his mouth, and at noon he left the team and burrowed into the woods by the road, and soon caught a fat hare.

Ron had already lit the fire, and Art skewered the skinned and belly hare with a branch and put it by the fire to roast, and after a while, a burst of burnt fragrance wafted out~

Art flipped the roast rabbit in his hand and said to Ron, who was holding a wooden spoon and stirring the wheat paste in the copper pot, "Ron, where is Odo?" You go and ask him to come over and eat some rabbit meat. ”

Ron put his mouth to the wooden spoon, tasted it, smacked his mouth, and replied, "Otto has gone to collect firewood, and he said that it is cold at night, and the fire will be warmer." ”

Art glanced towards the forest, and then turned his head to stare at the roast rabbit~

Groov! Art's heart sank......

............

Holding a large bundle of dead branches in his hand, Otto came towards the two of them from the woods, he slowly approached the fire, bypassed Ron, put the dead branches and grass next to Art, and then whispered in Art's ear: "My lord, someone in the forest is following, they are watching us~" After that, he got up casually and patted the broken leaves and withered grass on his chest.

"Ron, there are people in the woods~ don't turn your head to look!" Art tore off a piece of meat from the roast rabbit and stuffed it into Ron's hand, then slowly stood up, scooped a spoonful of wheat porridge from the copper pot, put it to his mouth and took a sip, and said loudly, "Ron! This wheat paste doesn't taste at all, so go get some salt. Art made a bow gesture toward Ron.

Ron stretched his back to his feet and staggered toward the carriage.

On the other side of the woods, Scarface, with long hair and a shawl, was hiding behind a fallen dead tree, with two men with pointed wooden spears in their hands. Scarface moved his gaze behind a mound of dirt on the left, and nodded at a guy with a broad axe, signaling that everything was normal~

There were six people in ambush in the forest, including four refugees who had fled north, one who was a bandit on the border, and five who were led by a Provençal deserter named Scarface Hus.

A few months earlier, Huss had burned and looted in the southern border area, and his team had grown to more than twenty men, but then Huss was defeated and retreated into the wilderness after a fire with a gang of deserters in a battle for a village of a dozen families.

After wandering through the wasteland for more than ten days, Hus decided to take the rest of his accomplices to ransack a small village called Ryan, never thinking that this small village, which was usually only guarded by two or three manor guards, would have a bearded knight in iron armor and a few riders in armor and spears rushing out.

Hus's team was almost wiped out, and only Hus, who had been stabbed in the face, and one of his habitual bandits escaped. The two did not dare to continue to be bandits in the south, so they coerced four more refugees from the north to operate in the area north of Tinies.

From noon today to now, Scarface has been with this grain transportation team for most of the day, and they have not made a move until the three of them entered the woods, and Scarface felt that the time had come~

Scarface saw a guy on the other side walking towards the carriage, fearing that something would happen, raised his hand and waved forward, and the bandit ghosts lying in ambush on both sides rushed out screaming.

Less than three or five steps away from the carriage, Ron saw that the situation was not good, rushed to the side of the carriage, grabbed the riding bow and quiver with his left hand and threw it at Art, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled the sword out of the sheath~

Art turned around and caught the riding bow thrown by Ron with one hand, and pulled out a light arrow in the quiver bag, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strong man holding a battle axe and rushed to the front of him, Art didn't care about aiming, raised his hand to put the string, and the flat head light arrow grazed the shoulder of the strong man and stabbed into the left arm of a Scarface behind him, and the huge impact took Scarface and fell to the ground. At this moment, the strong man had already raised his broad axe and slashed at Arte's head, and Art, who had no time to pull out the second arrow, smashed out the riding bow in his hand, rolled sideways towards the strong man, and pulled out the dagger at his waist.

Before the strong man who blocked the flying bow and rode the bow had time to react, a cold sharp pain came from the root of his thigh, and he suddenly went soft; Art kicked the ground with his right leg, stopped rolling, and pounced on the strong man on the ground, the strong man moved to the left out of instinct, and Art pounced; The strong man turned over and pressed it, his right hand grabbed Yat's neck, and his left hand went to grab the dagger in Yate's hand, in a hurry, Art freed his left hand to pick up a handful of dirt, and applied it to the strong man's eyes, the strong man withdrew his left hand to wipe the soil in his eyes, Art waved his right hand holding the dagger violently, and there was a crisp sound of a sharp blade breaking bones, and the dagger was inserted into the strong man's head from his left ear......

On the other side, Ron was surrounded by two guys with pointed wooden spears, he held the sword in both hands, lowered his body and swept violently towards the lower plate of the two opponents, the two guys were so frightened that they retreated several steps, Ron took advantage of the situation and swung his long sword to approach one of them, screaming and slashing over, the opponent blocked with a wooden spear, the wooden spear was cut off by the long sword, the guy was so frightened that he sat on the ground, Ron was about to collect the sword and stabbed it, a wooden spear next to him pierced into Ron's thigh, seeing Ron being stabbed down, the wooden spear in the robber's hand rushed to his waist and abdomen again.

Ron's life hung by a thread, and Art didn't care about dealing with Scarface, who was hit by an arrow not far away, so he hurriedly pulled out the dagger on the strong man's head and threw it at the guy who was raising the spear at Ron's side. Hearing only an "ah", the sharp pain spasm caused the spear-raising robber to take off the wooden spear in his hand, and tried to turn around and pull the dagger on his back with his backhand, but fell to the ground in pain......

Compared with Arte's thrill and Ron's crisis, Odo's side is much easier, the two guys in front of him with wooden forks are not so much robbers as honest farmers with farm tools, Odo casually manipulated a burning wooden stick in the fire and rushed over without fear, slashing left and right, swinging at the opponent again and again, the firewood stick stick was on the meat, and the sparks on the two of them were scattered, and they had no power to parry. In a few moments, the two of them dropped their forks and fled into the woods with their heads in their hands......

The general trend is gone, Scarface quickly threw down the long knife in his hand, covered the shoulder that was bleeding from the arrow, struggled to get up, and retreated, and the guy who was slumped on the ground also ran with his hands and feet and urine......

Otto ran over and picked up the broad axe beside the strong man, chased after it, Art shouted loudly, signaled not to pursue, and then rushed over to pick up Ron, who was screaming in pain, and carefully examined it, fortunately, the wooden spear was not sharp enough, but it pierced the flesh and did not hurt the bones, and handed Ron to Otto to bandage and treat the wound, Art turned around and picked up the long sword on the ground, held the hilt of the sword, raised it high over the top, and fell heavily, nailing the guy who stabbed the dagger in the back to the ground, and died thoroughly......

A counter-ambush battle ended in less than a glass of wine. Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, the three Yat counterattacked decisively when they were caught off guard, killing the other two at the cost of one minor injury, and the other four were all repulsed......

"Ah~ It hurts me. Big Brother Otto, am I going to die? Ron rolled on the ground with pain in his right leg.

"Okay, it's a little bit of flesh, and it's not so easy to die. Stop screaming, just your guts, and help me beat people? Otto ripped off a piece of cloth from his trouser leg and hastily stabbed Ron's right leg, barely stopping the bleeding.

Art had already rounded the area to make sure the robbers had run away.

"How's it going, is Ron okay?"

"My lord (lord), he (me) is fine"

"Okay, Otto, you hurry up and clean up, it's not safe here, let's leave as soon as possible."

Otto got up and went to collect his weapons scattered all over the floor, stripping the two guys on the ground of their clothes and belongings.

Art led the horse, put Ron in the carriage, and before leaving, he turned around and picked up the axe, cut off the heads of the two robbers on the ground and threw them on the carriage.

Art's sudden move scared Ron and Otto a lot.

"Old ~Master, you are~" Ron didn't dare to look directly at the two open-mouthed and bloody heads placed next to him.

"Ron, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living......"