"My lord, are we really not going to clear out the bandits?" Otto was puzzled by Baron Berrion's refusal to let the patrol team clear the hills of bandits, but the patrol team had been hired and had to follow Baron Berion's orders.

For Baron Berion, it was more important to bring food and recruits recruited from Kitsby back to Fort Kalk than to wipe out a few bandits entrenched in the Jungle Valley.

In this camp raid, one soldier of Arte's patrol team was killed, two soldiers were seriously wounded, four soldiers were slightly wounded, and countless people were slightly wounded by swords; In addition, two coachmen sent by Sapp were killed.

The bandits were also almost wiped out. After the post-battle count and interrogation, there were six groups of fifty-seven bandits involved in the raid convoy, and seven or eight fell in front of the shield soon after the battle began, and Ron Jason and his men also killed three after the battle; After the shield was disbanded and a pursuit was ordered, four more bandits were pursued. With the exception of the two minor leaders and seven or eight minions who eventually escaped into the jungle, the rest of the bandits either fell to the ground and became cold corpses, or were tied to the wheels of the wagon and became prisoners of war.

Originally, the patrol team killed only a dozen people on the spot, but those injured and disabled bandits who fell to the ground became the object of anger of the red-eyed soldiers, but all the bandits who could not get up from the ground were all killed by the soldiers, so after the count, nearly half of the bandits were actually killed, and almost all the patrol soldiers had the blood of the bandits on their hands. In addition, Baron Berrion and two squires alone killed eight people.

The bandits were poor for many days, and of course they didn't catch much. When Bas and his soldiers arrived at the place where the horses were hidden in the dense forest, there was only one horse and one mule left among the eight miscellaneous horses and green mules in the mouth of the prisoners of war, and there were many weapons falling all over the ground, but the long clubs, short knives, and hand axes and iron forks of the bandits were really not worth it; In the end, only two or three sets of leather armor, three or four notched armed swords, a dozen long knives and short spears, more than thirty small silver coins, and more than a hundred copper fennigs were collected. It is said that there is still a lot of gold and silver treasure in the bandits' nest deep in the hills, but Baron Baron is too eager to carry food and does not want to cause more trouble, and the fleeing bandits may have emptied the bandits' nest, so Art has no choice but to give up.

"Lord Art, my lord invites you to go to the tent to discuss matters." One of Baron Berion's attendants came in from outside the tent and interrupted Otto and Art's discussion.

Art got up and straightened his armor, and commanded Odo, "You go and arrange the funeral of your brother who died in battle, and I will invite Lord Berion and Lord Galvin to attend." In addition, arrange for the two seriously wounded brothers to be put in the carriage brought by Lord Galvin, and I will ask Lord Galvin to bring them back to Sapp for treatment. ”

Otto nodded in agreement and walked out of the tent.

Art also followed the attendants out of the tent and came to the baron of Baron Berion.

Baron Galwin was talking to Baron Berrion in the tent, and the unexpected attack on the convoy was able to annihilate the bandits entrenched in the southern hills in one fell swoop, and the hand that was holding Sapp's throat was finally released, and the trade route to Provence was reopened.

"Yat, you're here, sit down. I'm talking to Lord Berrion about your patrol party. I really didn't expect you to wipe out the bandits in the hills so easily. There was uncontrollable excitement in Baron Galvin's tone.

Art walked straight to a stake that served as a low stool, sat down, looked at the two people in the tent and replied, "Lord Galwin, we never thought that bandits in the hills would be so rampant as to attack a convoy of dozens of guards, but now there are no more bandits in the hills for dozens of miles. But as you must have seen, we also suffered heavy casualties in this raid. ”

Galvin turned his head to look at the camp outside the tent and said to Art, "You don't need to worry too much, I will definitely bring a few of your wounded soldiers back to Sapp for good treatment." ”

"Thank you, Lord Galvin, for your generosity. In addition, the bandit prisoners of war are also requested to be brought back to Sapp for detention. I've cleaned them of the leaders and bandits, and the rest are coercion minions, and I'm going to bring them back to have plenty of coolies and slaves. ”

"Well, no problem, I'm not going to starve them to death in my prison. In addition, I intend to write an urgent letter to Viscount Pierre to report on your outstanding exploits. Galvin said as he took out a deerskin purse from his bosom and handed it to Art.

"Brother Art, this is the salary I promised to suppress the bandits, thirty-five large silver coins. In order to compensate for your dead and wounded soldiers, I will also give you the horse outside the tent. ”

Baron Galvin was generous. According to the terms agreed in advance, Art sent troops to help suppress the bandits in the southern hills, and Baron Galwin paid as much as 5,000 pfennigs, which was the entire military expenditure of the patrol team in the past two months. Now Galvin not only paid the military expenses in full, but also gave an additional full-grown horse worth more than 1,500 pfennigs.

"But you have to promise me one condition."

Knowing that there is no such thing as free bread, Art asked, "What conditions?" ”

"You need to bring my convoy back to Sapp safely, this convoy is a third of my caravan, and I have to make money for me from these wagons."

This condition is not too harsh, and Art agrees.

Outside the military tent, Obote was dragging the bodies of the robbers one by one to a large pit for burial under the leadership of Team Leader Colin.

Obote couldn't stand the stumps and broken arms and crooked eyes of the corpses all over the ground, and spit out the minced meat porridge he had eaten in the morning, he wiped his mouth, and said to Colin, who was familiar with it: "Brother Colin, aren't you disgusting?" ”

Colin stared at the corpse in front of him that had been cut off in half and said, "Why isn't it disgusting, I'm sick when I think about eating meat now." ”

"Then why don't you have it at all~"

"You're not afraid, are you? You have seen less, we were in Alsburg this spring, and the scene ~ was even more disgusting. I haven't eaten a bite of meat for several weeks after the war, and when I saw the red and white minced meat, I remembered the green intestines and brains all over the ground, just like this~" Colin dagger picked up a pile of red and white things and handed it to Obote.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~"

Obote ran to the side and hugged his stomach and vomited desperately before he could finish listening, and another recruit next to Obote who dragged the corpse saw the vomit squirting out of Obote's mouth, and his stomach churned, and the sound of vomiting everywhere was endless......

"A bunch of useless recruit softflies!" Spencer, the "house manager" who was scavenging from the robbers' corpses at the edge of the pit that might have slipped through the net, spat at the recruits who were kneeling on the ground and vomiting, turned around and smashed the buckteeth of the robbers' corpses with the hilt of his short sword~

"Spencer, where did you bastard? It's time for lunch! Odo's rugged voice rang out.

"Sir Odo, I'll go back and light the fire right away." Spencer put his hand into the corpse's open mouth, took out a silver tooth, wiped it on his clothes, kissed it fiercely, and tugged it into his arms.

After burying the soldiers killed at noon, Baron Galvin and seven or eight cavalrymen from the fort hurried back to Sapp with the wounded prisoners of war, while the convoy heading south continued on its way with provisions.

......…………

Along the way, there was no worry about bandits, and the southbound convoy traveled smoothly. A day and a half later, the convoy had left the mountains and reached the northern border region of Provence.

At the borders of Provence, the atmosphere suddenly begins to become severe, with heavily armed troops patrolling the main roads and fortresses of large and small villages, and the checkpoints are increasing and the checkpoints are becoming more and more rigorous. Fortunately, the convoy has the banner of Baron Berrion, and there is no one to stop them from passing the card all the way.

The convoy spent the night in a border fortress called Simplon, where the lord of Simplon entertained Baron Berrion and the soldiers of the patrol were allowed to "relax" in Simplon Fort for a while. The veterans of the patrol team, who had accumulated a lot of salaries on their bodies, rushed to the "battlefield" in the streets and alleys of Simplon with evil smiles on their faces, while the recruits who had just joined the patrol team did not have such luck, one because they were ordered to guard the grain carts in the camp and were not allowed to go out. The second is because their salaries are really not much, and they can't accept the high hardship fees of Simplon women.

Looking at the veterans who went out to have fun in groups, a Lucernes labor recruit who had just joined said hatefully: "MD, when I have saved enough salary, I will definitely eat and drink a lot and then find two girls to sleep well with me!" ”

Kazak, who had just passed by, heard the discussion between the two recruits, stopped and said: "Gehr, you don't have to wait to save enough salary, the lord said that he will give you a military reward when he arrives at Kitsby, you kill a bandit, according to this battle you will have at least sixty pfennigs, and then your wish will be fulfilled." ”

"Brother Kazak~ No, Chief Kazak, is it true? Is it possible to issue a military reward so soon? The laborer soldier named Gehr asked the familiar brother commander.

"The Lord himself said it to Otto. said that the battle was hard, and everyone should not be treated badly" Kazak still has the second half of the sentence - if you don't spend it now, I'm afraid you will die if you don't spend it.

The taverns of Fort Simplon were full of laughter and laughter all night long......

In the early hours of the next morning, the convoy continued on the road after the soldiers returned to camp, continuing towards Kitsby, east of Simplon.

Although there were sporadic bandits on the road to Kitsby spying on the grain convoy, the soldiers of the patrol team who had not dried blood on their hands were very vigilant, and the sporadic bandits did not dare to attack when they saw that the fangs of their prey were too sharp.

The convoy was about to reach its destination, when an unprecedented recruitment of soldiers was underway, and two of Baron Berrion's other attendants were instructed to hire a few city cooks to make porridge and stew, in an attempt to recruit soldiers and servants who would go south to Calke Fort to defend against the enemy through delicious temptation.

The two squires had been recruiting troops in Kitsby for more than half a month on the orders of Baron Berrion, but many of the displaced people immediately walked away with their necks curled as soon as they heard that they wanted to return to the south, especially to the war-torn Aosta region. After half a month, despite the high military salary, the two attendants only recruited more than 30 outlaws who were greedy for money and were not afraid of death.

As a last resort, the attendants had to ask Viscount Aldo Coppola, the lord of Kitsby, to send someone to help them pay a lot of money outside the city, and even hired and requisitioned land to recruit a group of refugees of all ages, young and old.

An attendant stirred the wheat porridge in the pot with a wooden spoon that was about to cool down, and said hatefully, "But what can I do? The clerk was also a liar, saying that boiling a few pots of hot porridge in the middle of the refugee pile would recruit many strong men. You see, if the lord comes back and sees that the two of us have only recruited such a few people, how will we explain? ”

The other attendant also had a sad face: "I told you that you still don't believe it, who can follow us south for a meal of wheat paste and die." ”