Fatis's strength is much stronger than Byron's, and even if he swings a mace with one hand, he can easily smash the skulls of ordinary people.

The mace didn't break his skull because of the fur that blocked him, but the blunt blow caused a crack in his skull.

The robber fell to the ground and trembled a few times, then stopped moving.

"It's all right, sir."

Fatis pulled out the mace that had been stuck in his fur hat and held it in front of Byron.

The militiaman who had been hit by an arrow in the ass had already knocked the other man to the ground, but because Fatis had taken two steps in his direction, he retreated before he could replenish his sword.

This robber is at the same level as the one he fought with Byron, but he still has a chain mail under his clothes and a thick green hood on his head, which makes him look like he is not of low status.

Fatis half-lifted the mace and kept closing in on his opponent. The shield blocks half of the body, and the eyes are always on the opponent's weapon.

After hesitating for two seconds, the bandit attacked, throwing a dagger at Fatis's head, which was blocked by Fatis raising his shield.

The robber also took the opportunity to raise his sword and stab Phatis, but Phatis was ready for this move.

He swung his shield vigorously, and with a muffled thud and a little flying sawdust, the robber's sword was blocked, and he himself was staggered.

Fatis took the opportunity to swing his mace and slam it into his leg, and as he screamed from the cracked bone, another blow slammed into his back.

Byron felt that Fatis wanted to spare the other party's life, whether it was for interrogation or justice, it would not hurt Byron.

But when Byron turned his head, he realized how bad the situation was on the right side.

Byron's militia had formed a shield defense line in the panic to block the opponent's attack, and Byron was relieved.

However, looking at the militiamen who were disrupted by a dozen robbers, and were suppressed by the other party, Byron was disappointed.

Although there were quite a few of them, there were really only three of Byron's men who could be counted as militiamen, and the rest were only dressed in the same equipment.

These green forest robbers are engaged in the business of licking blood and killing people and goods, and they are ruthless and vicious, although they are not trained but their skills are very good, and after a while, Byron's militia fell two or three, and the rest are about to be unable to carry it.

And what made Byron even more angry was that although he didn't expect those horsemen to kill the enemy, what was the matter with the guy who took advantage of the chaos to rummage through their bags and salute and plan to run away!

"Fatis, support them, I'll clean up that coward!"

Byron ran over and kicked the bastard who was holding the package in his hand and looking at him in horror, and then pointed his sword at him and yelled:

"Rush up or die!"

The groom was frightened, grabbed the knife and rushed at the robbers, but when one of the robbers looked at him viciously and raised the butcher's knife in his hand, the farmer-turned-fellow dropped the knife and fled.

Of course, he didn't run away, because Byron punched him as he ran backwards, knocking him to the ground.

In the face of the butcher knife, Byron did not flinch at all, his heartbeat stabilized a lot, and all he thought about was how to defeat the enemy in front of him.

Although the technique is average, Byron's equipment is an absolute advantage. The butcher's knife may be sharp, but it is not as long as Byron's dagger. Even the robber had a small shield, but after a few moves, he was still slashed by Byron.

The situation finally improved after Fatis led the two militiamen who had previously fought on the left joined the battle on the right.

If only these half-baked militias were relied upon, Byron would not have been able to win. But fortunately, there is also Fatis, a heroic teammate, who can single-handedly pick up a robber by relying on his equipment, and under the shouts of the two, the formation of these militias has finally stabilized again, and the bandits' attacks have weakened.

Finally, the bandit leader, who had been standing behind the bandits, wearing a black coat and with weapons and equipment similar to the kingdom's light infantry, joined the battle.

He wasn't quite big, but he was stocky, powerful, and nimble, and neither of the two shield-wielding half-militiamen was his match.

In this case, Byron naturally would not rush up to send the head, so the task of fighting was again handed over to Fatis.

However, Fatis was already a little tired by this time, so Byron also joined the attack on the bandit's flank to lighten his load.

This time, Fatis showed Byron how to use a mace in real terms.

Although Fatis had beaten the two robbers with a mace, he then put away his hammer and picked up his sword. For bandits with poor defenses, heavy weapons that can smash their opponents through thick armor become a little unsuitable.

And now, the robber on the opposite side is not only wearing chain mail, but also soft armor sandwich, and the nail hammer that can break the opponent's tendons and fracture through the armor is much more useful.

With a hammer in both hands, Fatis moved beautifully in the narrow space, dodging several attacks from his opponent, and then slammed the hammer into the opponent's shield, causing the opponent to take two steps back. Then Fatis used his hammer to block the deflected weapon, as he had done earlier, followed by a heavy blow.

The next few such attacks continued, with dozens of iron rings missing from Fatis's chain mail, two more minor wounds, and the other party also knelt on the ground with multiple fractures and raised his hands.

There was no way, after the militia regained their fighting spirit, the robbers, who had lost their sharpness, began to retreat. Originally, there were a few people in the forest, but when their heads were knocked down by Fatis, they ran away.

After the attack, the dozen or so people threw down seven or eight corpses, except for two who ran away, and the rest of the people who were surrounded put down their weapons and raised their hands under the righteous words of Fatis.

"Tie them up!"

Byron looked at the torn gloves and the moaning and wailing militiamen lying on the ground, and glared viciously at the captured robbers.

"Fatis, are you alright?"

After tidying up the battlefield and lifting the wounded, Byron came to Phatis. At this time, Fatis had almost used up his strength, and he was wrapped in a simple bandage and put on some simple herbs.

"It's okay, at least we won."

Fatis shook his head slightly, not a hint of joy on his face.

"Yes, there's really nothing to be happy about."

Byron did win, but the losses were also heavy. Two of the militiamen are out of gas, and one won't survive tonight. The rest were a mixed bag of serious and minor injuries, and John also had two inconspicuous wounds on his body. Although there were a lot of bandages and herbs in the car, if they didn't find a place to rest as soon as possible, the seriously injured ones would definitely die of infection.

By the time Byron and his party arrived in the next village, they were no better off than the refugees.