It wasn't hard to track the bandits' tracks, and Eshua had no trouble discerning their whereabouts from the messy tracks on the woodland. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he shuttled swiftly between the branches and leaves, and gradually, he could already hear the singing voice coming from ahead: "I rode an old horse, oh oh, holding a rusty knife, oh oh, cut down the gate, oh oh, carrying the mother-in-law-knock!" Before the broken gong could finish singing the subdued "ah-oh-oh", Esher heard a muffled sound, which seemed to be his companion who couldn't bear to close his mouth with his fist, followed by the sound of giggling and striking. He gestured lightly, and the militia behind him quietly touched him. A young man accidentally stepped on a branch of a tree, and was glared at by Eschu lightly. He pursed his lips, disapproving at Estheau's caution. Estheu also knew that his age was a cut below the other party, and he was not binding at all.

The bandits seemed to be very close to the lair, and the leader shouted loudly, and a few crisp bird calls came from the forest. Ai Xiu's heart moved, climbed a big tree, followed the sound and touched it, sure enough, although the bandits had no vigilance along the way, they still set up a secret sentry at the door of their hometown. The guy was looking enviously at his accomplices who had returned from the plunder, but he didn't know that Eshua was directly above him. When the bandits' party turned into the col, Eixiu hung upside down and broke his neck, and his body was falling in front of the militia.

"Wow!" Everyone was startled, and the militiamen were calm, but the young men panicked, and wooden sticks, pitchforks, and firewood knives kept beckoning to the dead body. Eshu ignored them, and he deduced several other possible potential sentry locations by referring to the entrance to the col and the geography of the outpost. However, it turns out that the bandits are not very tactically savvy, and there are a total of five excellent outpost positions, one of which is even an excellent bird's-eye view of the area, but there is only one outpost. The inference is wrong, in addition to the extremely high robbery efficiency, this gang of bandits is indeed a rabble. Eshua fell from the tree and motioned for the militiamen to move quietly, but before he could speak, the militiamen shouted and marched into the col.

Eshu frowned a little irritated and followed with his bow in his hand.

The leader of the bandits, Wolf, was wanted by Marions, and his blood debts made him famous among the outlaws, and he gathered a group of thieves to dominate the mountains and lead this group of wolves of the mountains and forests - a title that made the bandits quite complacent. Today, his subordinates seem to be fully loaded again, and one of them even carried back a girl, needless to say, it is natural to give the boss a good use first. Wolf was in a good mood and opened a few barrels of wine to treat the group. At this moment, there was a shout of killing from the entrance of the mountain pass. What's the situation? Thinking that it was a regular attack, Wolf rushed out of the tent in a panic, and instead of expecting Marions' elite infantry, a group of peasants rushed in, some even brandishing a kitchen knife. What is the dark whistle doing to eat, I haven't found this kind of goods? Wolf thought with some exasperation that he didn't pay attention to these old hats at all, what was there to be afraid of a herd of sheep that were regularly sheared, milked and cut by themselves? He grabbed a large knife and rushed out.

After an initial period of panic, the bandits discovered that they had been attacked by a group of poorly armed peasants, among whom were a few familiar faces—wasn't this the militia of Kwen? The thieves put their minds at ease, picked up the guys and prepared to give lessons to this group of farmers who didn't know what to do, and the tuition fees were paid with their blood! A bandit with a hunting crossbow had already taken aim at his target, and when he was about to shoot, there was a sudden pain in his chest, and a feathered arrow had pierced his heart.

Eshua flashed out from behind the militia group, and he had already completed the action of opening his bow and arrows as he ran, and then accurately hit the target in high-speed movement. And four more! He glanced quickly at the bandits with bows and crossbows that he had shot first. He also held nine feathered arrows in his hands, which spread out between his fingers like a peacock's tail screen.

One, two, three, four! Eshua stretched his bow, four feathered arrows on the string, and then took four steps in a row, changing his body shape in a small space, each step bringing the four bandits in different positions into the limit range of the short bow in his hand. He took a bow one step at a time, and the short bow deformed four times in succession, and the feathered arrows whistled out, piercing their hearts with precision.

Amazing archery!

When Wolf burst out of the tent, the second master who was good at shooting was clutching his chest. What's going on? He was startled, and at a glance he saw Eshyus, who was ghostly following the Kwyn militia. The young man was so conspicuous, unlike the peasants who gave themselves courage with shouts of killing, he remained silent the whole time, but his eyes were scanning the entire battlefield, he was clearly in the middle of it, but he looked down like a goshawk on the whole situation. Several militiamen who were caught up in the grapple were saved by his arrows, and with his precise arrows, the militia was like a bamboo, and drove straight in. At this time, Eshy's gaze swept towards him, and Wolf only felt a chill all around, and then saw Eshy rushing towards him with great determination.

A cool breath flowed on Wolf's back, and for the first time in his life, he felt the fear of death coming after him, and it seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast running towards him. He doesn't want to die! He stubbornly raised his knife to meet him, but Eshua disappeared under his nose with a misalignment, where did he go? Stunned, Worf's throat was cold and painful, and the blood gushing from his veins stopped his screams.

After slitting the throat of the bandit who looked like the leader with a single sword, Eshu pounced on his next target. By this time, the situation had become one-sided, and the militiamen of Kwen brandished wooden sticks to knock the bandits who had lost their fighting spirit to the point of crying wolf, and the resentment of the past oppression erupted, and they suddenly turned into vicious perpetrators, and for a moment Eshua almost thought that they were the bandits, and the bandits who were holding their heads were innocent villagers.

The battle soon came to an end, with only two villagers slightly wounded, embracing each other to celebrate the joyful victory. Someone easily tore off a chicken thigh from the bandits' banquet that had not yet opened; Others seemed to recognize their horses, holding their heads with tears in their eyes, as if it were not a skinny old horse, but their long-lost daughter-in-law. Only Estheu did not forget the purpose of his trip, and he found three disheveled women in a tent, who looked at Eshu with horror on their faces, and their bodies shrank desperately into the corner. Fearing that his rash approach would lead to their excesses, Eishu brought in a militiaman and asked, "Which is the village chief's daughter?" The militiaman's mouth was stuffed with meat, and he said indistinctly: "Yes, this is the third daughter of the village, that is the sixth daughter, and that is the youngest daughter." He swallowed it with great difficulty, and then added, "The third and sixth daughters were snatched from each other when they went to the city to sell vegetables last week, and the younger daughter is—" He stopped talking, staring at the bare skin of the village chief's three daughters, his eyes straightened, and he coughed lightly before he realized his gaffe, scratching his head in embarrassment, his face flushed, I don't know if he had drunk some wine, or some other reason.

When Eshu and the others returned to the village, they were treated like heroes, the three daughters threw themselves into the arms of the village chief and wept, and the militiamen who came back in triumph spat and told how heroic they were, and this stick smashed over a group of people; Countless crossbow bolts flashed from one side; I can't wait to describe myself as a hero who stands up to the sky, and the spittle stars that spew out seem to have the smell of a big husband. Eshua listened with a smile on the sidelines, not bothering the hard-won joy of the Kwyn villagers.

A few grains of dust shook up on the ground, and then there was a palpable tremor in the earth, like thunder passing through the soil. Estheu's face changed, and he leaned over to listen, and the sound of horses' hooves came here like a tide, two hundred steps—no! One hundred and fifty steps! Soon the sound of horses' hooves echoed over Kwen, and the villagers who were still celebrating fell silent, as if a heavy dark cloud were looming over them, and each of them showed varying degrees of trepidation on their faces, but no one moved, and in this moment they were as honest as lambs to the slaughter.

A group of horsemen galloped from the South Avenue towards Kwyn, all red horses and the insignia of the Sarion kingdom roaring silently on the left chest of their armour. Soon they rushed into the center of the village, and the cavalry at the head turned over and dismounted, swept the devastated village with a frown, and then read the paper in his hand in an unquestioning tone.

"The following is a conscription order from Baron Forcher: Thirty men from Kwyn are to be recruited into the army." A short sentence made everyone in Kwen explode, and someone shouted: "Master Jun, didn't you just recruit soldiers last week?" How can you conscript again? ”

"Prepare for war." The officer said indifferently, and then he looked around: "Who wants to?" ”

There were only a few people, all of whom were young men who had swept away the bandits with Estheu before, but more people chose to wait and see, after all, they preferred to be a farmer in peace, and the blood in their chests had long been calmed down in the monotonous farm work day after day. But this was far from the number required for the conscription order, and the officer was a little impatient, waved his hand, and motioned to take people.

The cavalry dismounted, and the tiger and wolf rushed into the crowd, and Eixiu, who was wearing chain armor, was naturally very eye-catching among the villagers, and at that moment a cavalryman stretched out his hand to him, Eixiu didn't want to be caught so inexplicably, but he didn't want to clash with the regular army of Sarion, and took a slight step back: "I'm not a villager of Kwyn." ”

"Oh?" The officer glanced at Eshu, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Who are you?" ”

"A mercenary." Eshu replied calmly, but suddenly a little bad premonition arose in his heart, the officer's eyes were very familiar, with the cunning of a fox and the greed of a hungry wolf, and Geoffrey had not looked at his death knight armor with this gaze before. He followed the officer's line of sight and knew that this guy had taken a fancy to his Death Knight sword!

The officer sneered, and his face sank: "Adventurer? I suspect you are an infidel, catch him! ”