"Maybe they're just panicking when they learn about such a huge military force!" Stukov thought for a moment and said to Bruce.

"But it could also be that they're setting a trap waiting for us to burrow into it like a web-knit spider." Bruce is not so optimistic, he knows that many seemingly powerful warriors are often defeated by weak enemies, the giant Goliath who was killed by David in the Bible, and Xiang Yu who killed himself by Wujiang in the Chu-Han dispute, almost all of them are lessons from the past.

"Baron, are you overestimating your enemies?" Stukov smiled, he didn't quite believe that the White Knights, who commanded a group of serfs, could defeat the army led by the dukes and vassals.

"Be careful! In short, prick up your fox-like ears. Bruce stepped forward and patted Stukov on the back and said to him.

The Greenton militia soon took over the hill, they built fortifications and defenses, and then they began to light a campfire and start cooking, the Greenton militia had gradually become accustomed to this routine, the militia who came out of the Greenton village calmly faced the ridicule of others, and gradually the soldiers who took pleasure in mocking the Greentons had lost interest, but there was another group of people who became interested in the Greenton militia.

"Hey, look at this is holy oil from the Holy City, don't look at it is only the size of a fingernail, but it is enough to ensure that you will not be shot by a bow and arrow on the battlefield, as long as three coppers." A balding traveling merchant pulled out a small applewood box pendant from his bulging bosom and yelled loudly at the camp.

"The adults in the camp, look at this wine from the south, you will definitely not be fooled." Wine sellers, holding copper flasks in both hands and wearing felt hats, swayed around the camp, shouting as they walked.

"Where did these people come from?" Bruce heard the noise outside the camp, and he impatiently walked out of the tent and asked Edward as he stood outside the tent.

"It's the merchants of the battlefield, and they will sell some rags to the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield." It wasn't Edward who answered Bruce, but it was Danny Shield, who walked past with a tomahawk on his shoulder, explaining to Bruce.

"Aren't they afraid of danger?" At this time, Anne, who had come out of the tent with Bruce's wooden plate, came out, and she happened to hear Danny's words, so she asked curiously.

"Fear that huge profits will make them willing to take all kinds of risks." Shield Splitter Danny sneered, his muscles twitching.

"Profit, what profit?" Anne asked, wondering.

"In addition to selling all kinds of goods to the soldiers, when a war ends, they will clean up the battlefield and loot the remnants of the victorious soldiers, like vultures eating dead bodies." Edward shrugged his shoulders, he didn't really have an aversion to these battlefield merchants, but he was extremely disgusted with those who did not hesitate to knock off the teeth of their dead warriors for profit.

"But why do they have to surround our camp?" Bruce was curious that this group of battlefield merchants did not go to the undefended camps, but ran outside their own camps to make noise.

"Lord Baron, they've had enough of the other grown-ups' business, and we're the only ones we haven't bought yet." Edward smacked his mouth and explained to Bruce.

"What's more, we're so well guarded, haha, maybe they thought we had a treasure in our camp." Danny let out a rough laugh that he thought was a little funny, as the camp was basically poor except for a money bag that Bruce had carried.

"Interesting, interesting." But Bruce looked at the merchants who were selling hard, and suddenly felt a wonderful idea form in his head.

The battlefield merchants looked at the well-defended camp with frustration, it was the first time they encountered this situation, the war was very boring, and the reason for the existence of the battlefield merchants was to provide various services for the soldiers who were tired of the battle, from shaving their heads to women's bed warming services, as long as they could afford to pay for it, they could find the battlefield merchants, and they would definitely make you satisfied.

"It's a shame that this force is either rich or simply poor." The balding merchant shook his head, and he muttered as he put away his wares, ready to leave to try his luck with the other troops.

"Daddy, why did you give up so quickly." At that moment, a young man with a face covered in mud, dressed in ill-fitting coarse linen clothes, and old leather shoes on his feet that looked like boats said loudly.

"White, you thief, you dare to appear in front of me." The bald merchant was furious when he saw the boy, and he raised his fat hand to try to beat the boy, but the boy White was as agile as a rabbit, and quickly dodged him, and ran around him laughing, and soon the bald merchant was out of breath.

"Old Kevin, if you had used your chasing strength to do business, you would have bought a big house in the town a long time ago." Young White blinked, he grabbed the bald merchant's belt, and his head emerged from under the other's squeaky socket.

"Huhuhu, I, damn it, let me rest." The bald businessman, Kevin, ignored the boy and walked to the stone next to him and sat down, holding his knees.

"Shhhh Young White whistled, and he said to Kevin.

"The last fortress, hmph, I don't think anyone will be able to pry their pockets open." Kevin Sr. glared at Bruce's camp, he had exhausted the vocabulary and methods he had accumulated for half his life, but the soldiers were as indifferent as wooden men, which made him a little discouraged, and even wondered if he no longer had the eloquence to be a merchant.

"And what about women, there are always women who can do their business, right?" Young White rubbed his nose with his hand unconvinced, and he tilted his head to Kevin Sr.

"Come on, you don't see that they are more ruthless to the prostitutes, I have seen with my own eyes how the women who uncovered their skirts were chased away by the soldiers with sticks." Kevin Snorted a few words, it was the first time he had seen such soldiers, oh no, except for the camp of the religious knights, but that was only for the Divine Knights, not ordinary soldiers.

"You useless old bastard, if we don't work hard, we'll starve." Young White scolded angrily.

"Enough, don't scold me, you can try it yourself if you have the ability." Kevin Sr. roared unconvinced, his face flushed.

"Just go." Young White also got angry, and he walked out of the camp with his head down, thinking that the big deal was just to yell at himself.

"Click~~." But just as the young White walked to the front of the camp, he crossed his waist and took a deep breath, and was about to shout to the camp, but he didn't expect that the horse that blocked the door was suddenly carried away by several soldiers, and then a group of soldiers with spears and pestles ran out and surrounded the young White in the middle.

"Plop~~." Young White sat down on the ground in fright, and Kevin Sr. was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the rocks.