"Captain, you look unhappy, huh?"

Charatonon rode up to Uldin, jokingly.

Urdin looked at the looting soldier and was silent, as if what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him, and that he was just a passerby.

Chalatun: "These farmers are the fertilizer and nutrients for the soldiers. Before, I was hiding and sleeping, even though the lamb was in front of me, but I could only look at it. ”

Uldin: "..."

Uldin: "That's not what I care about... Look at these farmers, how are they different from a few years ago? ”

Uldin pointed to the peasants who had fled like rabbits.

Chalatun: "They look even thinner... Nothing different... How can these animals be different from hundreds of years ago, both physically and mentally? ”

Uldin: "..."

Uldin was silent for a moment.

"They look poorer, and..."

Charaton interjected: "These animals, just like the crops they plant, have completely different yields from year to year because of the weather and the hardships of the farmers.

There's nothing strange about that, right? ”

Uldin said proudly, "Don't you notice that they are all old, weak, sick and disabled? The number of young adults will not be so drastically reduced, except for war!

This is true of these villages and towns, even if we are so bold, but the rotten Roman wild dogs are not after us! We're only 61 of them!"

Charaton slapped his head violently, and suddenly something came to mind, and he said in ecstasy:

"'Barbarians'!

Ulding nodded knowingly, thinking to himself, is the situation already so tense?

After looting the gold of several villages and towns on the eastern Roman border, like locusts crossing the border, the "bandits" flowed north.

After a long time in the wind and sun, the soldiers were very tired, and after arranging for the soldiers to set up camp, they rested, and they were ready to rest for a few days

And Uldin, taking advantage of the darkness, left the camp alone.

Due to their special status, they can't go on the official road, and their skin color and appearance are different from those of Westerners, so they are too conspicuous to find out the news, so they hide all the way.

Ulding didn't know where they were now, only Ulding knew some lingua franca in Rome, so he personally came to inquire about the information, and by the way, he also took a look at the recent situation.

He was going to go to the village to find a few guides first, and then go to the local city.

In front of him was the Roman avenue that stretched, and because he was looking for a village, he chose a path with traces of cow dung.

After not riding long, the path became narrow and winding, and the slopes on both sides of the road were gentle, and the heavy cavalry could easily rush down.

But it is impossible for people who want to go up the hill without wasting some strength. If there is an ambush here, the army passes through here, and the narrow terrain will make it impossible for the army to look at each other.

If it is a caravan, it is even more difficult to fly.

Ulding thought that this was a frequent place for murder and overkill, and he should be careful.

As he thought, he tensed the muscles of his whole body, and placed the scimitar and bow within his reach, and rode more urgently.

Although he felt that the chances of being robbed were very small, because he was only one person, his body was in tatters, not like a rich man, and he had a horse, and it was not an easy task to chase himself.

And if he is a seasoned bandit, he can tell at a glance that he is a veteran, whether it is the posture of riding or the knife marks on his leather armor.

But there will always be some hungry idiots who will play their cards out of the ordinary, and he thinks he needs to be prepared.

On the gentle hillside, a group of bandits were "ambushing" in the woods, and they did not look nervous, but chatted in twos and threes, glancing at the path from time to time.

It was the peak season for "business," and they had a lot of goods these days, so their interest was not as high as when they were hungry.

There were about thirty or forty of these thieves, all of them young and middle-aged, and there were only eight of them at the beginning, and they were brothers to each other, and their family was not poor at the beginning, even if they had nine children, they could have enough to eat.

But as the Germanic invasions became more frequent, increasing taxes impoverished their families, but not to starve to death.

Because their family is all sons, all eight sons of his family have been pulled to the front, leaving only the eldest behind. But there was a mutiny in the ranks of the fellow soldiers, and even the others became rebels.

After the eight children fled home, they fled to the mountains, and later some displaced people joined them, and the scale grew.

A bandit named Dax said to his little leader, "Covina! Look at the horse in the back, how wonderful! It's worth a lot of money!"

Keweiner frowned, and scolded angrily: "Dax, you idiot! You'll have to sell it! The town guards are almost always recruited from our village of Mosinna, and the bad guys know us!

Don't talk about the cute little gold coins then, those jackals will extort us a sum of money!"

Dax shook his head in confusion.

He was puzzled and said, "Won't it!?" A few weeks ago, our Kuchi boss sent a slave girl to the captain of the town guard!

They also fucked this slut together!

I was guarding the door, and this slut kept begging for mercy!

Corwina sneered, "Those scavenging jackals, do you think they're really looking at us?"

Their group of cowards who have weak legs when they run two steps, and who are impotent even to women, will come to this broken place where mosquitoes bite? ”

…

A caravan came out of the fork in the road, and Uldin wisely moved out of the way, speeding up at the same time.

Now he is a little depressed, the general caravan will not take this kind of path, except for the kind of poor and small caravan, they can't afford to pay the toll of the checkpoint.

He just wanted to get out of here now, he didn't want to get into trouble, he didn't want to be burdened by this caravan.

But it backfired, just as he was hurrying to leave.

A restless horse rushed towards Uldin, and there was a shouting from behind, the man shouted in several major languages, and finally Uldin, who understood what he meant, stopped.

Ulding originally wanted to find out the news by himself, but in fact, he was not afraid of being affected by the caravan, and wanted to leave quickly, but he didn't think that the caravan would go with him and provide him with some news.

After all, they are not familiar with each other, and they will inevitably be wary and hostile, so he is not prepared to find unpleasantness.

The Roman opposite Uldin, who was of medium height, threw Uldin a wine bag, and when he saw Uldin looking at him in a daze, the Roman spoke:

"Look at me! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Juventus, a Roman aristocrat!

Feed! What kind of eyes are you?"

Juventus looked at Ulding obviously not believing it, and said dissatisfied:

"A noble bloodline is never judged by appearance! My family dates back to the time of Caesar!"

Along the way, Juve and Ulding exchanged information, although most of Juve's content was self-boasting and some lace news.