"Stop, man in front!"

On the road from Viruga to Djerkhala, a group of well-armed men blocked Byron's path with a simple wooden fence.

In terms of equipment, they carried spears, wore leather armor and chain mail, and yellow-green burqas, which were common to Rhodok soldiers, and looked like patrolling soldiers.

"What's the matter? Mr? ”

Although the identity of the other party is not yet certain, the distance between the two sides is already very close, and Byron can only step forward to test it.

"We are brothers of freedom, the refusal of the army to give us the treatment we deserve, and we are running around to find a way out of life. So, if you don't want to see the knife, you can hand over the "toll"! ”

Byron knew who they were when he heard the other party's first words, which is the so-called rebel army in the game.

Whether it is a deserter or a defeated and separated soldier, these people are not easy to mess with. They have the weapons and armor of the army, and the level of combat is not bad.

The most important thing is that they don't take everything you have when they meet like a robber, but rely on force to blackmail, so there is not much benefit in fighting them.

Byron swept the woods along the road with his eyes, but couldn't see anything. And just in the way, there were about ten, all dressed as ordinary spearmen, and of course there were two crossbowmen standing on both sides with crossbows. The leader is wearing a pot helmet, with cotton armor on the outside of the chain mail, and his arm is also protected by gauntlets, which doesn't look easy to mess with.

"We don't want to cause trouble, we're mercenaries, we come here to do some small business, and we can't make a few dollars in total, can't we sell face?"

Byron didn't want to fight the other party, but he tried to ask anyway to see if his eloquence could avoid this ruin.

"Sell face? We're not familiar with it. ”

The leader of the rebels looked at Byron with disdain and sneered a few times.

"We've been with you for a day, and I know you're the guys, and a few empty wagons."

"Don't talk nonsense, either pay the money or do it. Maybe there are a lot of you, but what will your men think about the dinar who guarded you with their lives? ”

The words of the leader of the rebellion had a certain impact on Byron's soldiers, indeed, even if they fought to the death, they were protecting Byron's property alone, was it really worth it?

"They follow me to eat, and if I die, or if my things are robbed, then they naturally have no money to take them."

Seeing that the other party used the psychological offensive, Byron immediately calmed down the morale of his soldiers, the strength was not strong, if the morale was collapsing, it would be completely over.

"But my soldiers are loyal to me, and I have to think about their lives, so I'll give you money, how much are you going to want?"

Byron was ready to give money, but at this time he still had to pretend to be a soldier like a son to show his subordinates, even if it didn't have much impact on some of them, after all, people were not stupid, and they could figure out his intention when he said this at this time.

"200 dinars!"

After looking at one or two, the leader of the rebel army made a price.

"Man, no kidding. We are also mercenaries running around trying to make a living, and I can't accept your price. I can give you 50 dinars, and I'll have to keep the rest of the money for my men's salaries." ”

Byron frowned and shook his head, gesturing at the team behind him, and hearing the words of paycheck, the soldiers also became energetic, and they all touched their hands to their weapons.

"I know you have money, I inquired, you came from the north to do business, you must have money in your pocket!"

The leader of the rebels seemed to be very unhappy with Byron's offer, and it seems that they did put a lot of thought into Byron.

But when the leader of the rebels saw the situation of Byron's men, he quickly relented.

"Well, 100 dinars, hand over the money, lest we have to fight."

The leader of the rebels tried to threaten Byron, and he didn't want to fight him. He also has only one squad under him, and if he really wants to fight, they don't have much advantage. He was confident that he would destroy the rabble, but the casualties would certainly not be small.

Most of these people who ran out of the army were like this, either to become mercenaries or bandits.

However, rebels who have become bandits prefer to threaten and intimidate rather than fight outright, unless the other party's possession is tempting enough.

Byron breathed a sigh of relief, the opponent's equipment was not bad, the 2nd level soldiers and the 3rd level soldiers were mixed, and the advantage of his side made several cavalrymen, but the intersection was blocked by them, and the distance was too short to be suitable for cavalry combat.

Byron pulled out a purse, which contained about 200 dinars. He divided his money into several parts and put them in different places, so that it was safer.

He counted out a hundred dinars from it, wrapped it in a cloth and threw it at the other party.

The leader of the rebels took the cloth bag and checked it, and nodded.

"All right, brothers, let them pass."

Hearing the captain's words, the rest of the soldiers moved the fence, took a few steps back with their weapons, and made way for them.

Byron they waited for a while, and did not rush to leave. And the other party saw that Byron was prepared, and finally decided to let them go. They formed a defensive phalanx, retreated little by little, and when they were far enough away, Byron and they could go.

The leader of the rebels waved to the nearby woods, as if telling the ambushed troops to leave with them.

But when the people in the forest came out, his expression changed instantly, and he became distorted and shocked.

"Who's this? The guy who steals business on our turf! ”

A man in a thick hooded coat with a war hammer in his hand walked out of the forest with a sinister smile, covered in a lot of undried blood.

And behind him, there was also a group of people dressed differently, dragging several corpses, all with weapons in their hands.

Judging by their behavior and equipment, they are supposed to be bandits.

"You bastard!"

The leader of the rebels was visibly angry, and the rest of his soldiers regrouped and raised their weapons.

"How did you find out!?"

"Captain, I swear it was fine ten minutes ago."

"Damn it..."

"Hey, that guy over there. I'll give you back the money and help us deal with these bandits! I promise to divide their wealth equally with you after the victory. They're a bunch of crazy people, and if you don't kill them, they're going to rob you! ”

There were more and more bandits coming out of the forest, and the leader of the rebel army panicked and even began to ask Byron for help.

"If you want to die, just try!"

The bandit leader smiled mockingly at the rebel leader's order, and glared at Byron fiercely.

"You've given the guy the money, we'll pick it up. It's none of your business now, get out of here! Otherwise, I'll kill you all together! ”

Byron looked at the number of the bandits, there were at least thirty, and Byron was amazed that they could hide so secretly, and move so quietly and quickly.

After weighing the gains and losses, Byron felt that it would not be good to intervene to help either side, so although he was on fire, he still led his troops to bypass these two gangs of outlaws who were about to merge with him, and the whole team trotted away.

When Byron had run a certain distance, he looked back and saw that the two men were close enough that they would fight when his instability was gone.

"Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair."

Byron scolded quietly.