"Push the car out."

In the drizzle, Byron commanded, ignoring the mud on his body, and followed his soldiers to push the wagon out of the mud.

As soon as the rear wheels of the carriage came out of the mud pit, Ekirsson ran to the front and lifted the felt cloth covering the carriage, which was filled with fine linen, which would have fallen in price if it had been polluted by muddy water.

"The goods are fine!" Seeing that the linen on the car was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at Byron.

"What the hell is the weather." The bear took a dissatisfied sip at the mud puddle on the ground, for some reason, it had been raining incessantly in the eastern part of Nord for a week, and the road between the hills was now as wet and muddy as a swamp, and the speed of the entire team was forcibly doubled. For a reckless man like him, the torment of bad weather is even more powerful than the pain.

"It's inevitable, Big Bear. But it doesn't matter, when we cross the border of Vecchia, I invite you to drink ale and eat barbecue. When Byron heard him, he waded through the muddy water and patted the other man on the shoulder, and despite Byron's handguards, he could still feel the strong muscles and thick fat layer of the bear's body. This is a good seedling, as long as you train him properly, give him a two-handed axe, this guy can definitely take down a squad of Swadia light infantry with his brute strength. During the trip, Byron often chatted with him.

"With wine and meat, it's all worth it." Hearing Byron's words, the Great Bear soothed his brow, and worked harder, calling his two brothers to deal with the other wagons that had sunk into the mud.

"Go on, brothers, we need to get out of this place before it gets dark."

Byron shouted again and continued with the mercenaries. He was glad that he always carried a bag of gold and silver with him, and these dinars not only helped him through the difficult times, but also helped him to get back into the team. From Jelberg to the present, there are twenty people in his team, excluding him and Porcha, all of them are strong Nord youths and experienced veterans, in the system judgment, there are 9 mercenary sentinels, 5 Nord skilled light infantry and 2 Nord warriors, and the Big Bear brothers are judged to be undertrained Nord warriors, I really don't know what these loggers have experienced in the past. All in all, Monet had enough men and was well equipped.

Along the way, Byron also encountered another team of mercenaries, who were about the same number as them, and even better than them, some of them were even seasoned mercenaries from the northern continent. When Byron met them, the mercenary team was escorting a wealthy Norde merchant to Živachśrze. The leader of this mercenary team is a female warrior, and she is even called "Shield Girl" by her subordinates. When the two sides met, she offered to suggest that the two teams go to Riva Chaze together so that they could be safer on the road. From this proposal, it can be seen that he is confident and cautious, even if he wants to increase the safety factor, and is not afraid of Byron attacking them. But for Byron, the most important thing is her name, and that is...

"Hebart, how are you doing?"

Byron was busy tying the felt cloth with his mercenaries when a loud female voice sounded behind him.

"Mathilde? We're almost here, we'll be going to go right away, how are you guys? Byron turned his head and looked at the shield girl behind him.

Just like the Calradian people's usual impression of Nord beauties, Mathilde had long blond hair tied up, a beautiful and resolute face, healthy and strong, but still beautiful in the curves of his body.

She wears the same fur coat that Byron had seen in the game, but underneath the coat is a close-fitting riveted chain mail. Although he was forced to leave his hometown and wander in this southern continent, the proud aristocratic temperament on his body has not diminished at all, and the kind of Nord nobles who come out to live will have a unique leadership temperament. This special charm, along with the generous distribution of pirates, allowed her to organize her own warbands in the continent of Calradia, where women were generally weak.

"There were puddles all over the road, half of the wagons couldn't move forward, everyone except our employer was pushing the wagons and filling the puddles, and in a while we would be able to go, hopefully we wouldn't be holding each other back." Mathilde didn't care about the rain that covered his hair, a smile curled up at the corners of his mouth, and then he turned around and shook off the water from his fur coat to prevent the rain from seeping into the coat's rusty chain mail.

Mathilde came to see him and prepared to go back, but Byron didn't take the opportunity to talk to her more, which made him a little worried. She worries that it might be difficult for the two to get in touch after this trip, and that Byron might miss out on a hero, or at least get a hero a long time later. He hoped that before arriving in Riwacheze, he would be able to bring the two sides closer, and he really couldn't confess his identity to hire her, but the consequences were really unknown.

Byron was still thinking about Mathilde, but there was a commotion in his ranks. Ekirsson's roar drew his attention, and a javelin that landed not far from him instantly lifted his spirits.

"It's the pirates! How did these guys find it?! ”

"Whatever he did, kill them for me!"

There were Nord roars and curses everywhere, Ekirsson quickly relied on his prestige to stabilize the situation with a few shouts, the javelins thrown by the pirates who suddenly rushed out from the back of the convoy did not play any other role after shooting and wounding a mercenary sentry, these Nord mercenaries quickly formed a shield formation, and steadily advanced under Ekirsson's orders, sharp spears continued to pierce from the gaps in the shield wall, and the few pirates who rushed up were directly stabbed through. This group of pirates was not the hoplites in chain mail that Byron had in his mind, but light warriors in cloth and soft armor, covered in camouflage sludge, brave but with little armor, in order to disrupt Byron's deployment with a round of raids.

Byron also immediately rode on the thunder, and after a long absence, he lifted the felt cloth on the car and pulled out his riding spear. His worries about his life outweighed his exhaustion, so even in normal times he would travel again, and the parts on his body were now quite a lot, and all of them had been stripped of the marks associated with Svadia. Byron put on his giant helmet and rushed to the enemy's flank and rear with two Nord warriors with their own horses. A dozen lightly armed pirates could not stop the heavy hooves of the thunder and the impact of the cavalry spears. After a round of attack, the infantry and cavalry fought together, and Byron and his men immediately routed the enemy squad and wiped it out.

However, this is only the offensive taken by the opponent when they launch a surprise attack, and these light infantry are not their elite. Byron didn't have time to celebrate, as another group of pirates had already appeared in their field of vision. They calculated that these two teams would not give up on the carriage and horses, so even if the raid failed, their main force could seize the opportunity to attack.

This time, there were about fifty real pirates, chainmail, shields, goggles, and helmets, and they were shouting similar slogans as before.

"I'm going to use your skull as a bowl!"