Byron gathered his troops outside the city, considering that it would not be beneficial for him to show weakness by following the noble troops to fight the robbers this time, so Byron decided to take most of his troops to participate in this expedition.

2 Vecchian riders to bring, even if they are bastards, they are also noble troops, and they can save face for Byron more than ordinary mercenaries.

All 5 mercenary riders were brought along, plus 22 caravan guards, 2 Vekia veteran light infantry, 4 mercenary infantry, 10 Swadia light infantry, 3 untrained light infantry, 9 Nord light infantry, 3 Nord hunters, and 4 mercenary crossbowmen. There are also the 20 new militias, although they have no combat effectiveness, but they can go to gangster experience.

Byron left a few Nords behind, and a small group of decent militiamen to look after the farmstead, so that there were no idlers hanging around, and the thugs did not want to join Byron's mercenaries, and always liked to cause trouble, and Byron was very annoyed with those guys.

The next day, the Baron of the Sith came here to inspect Byron's troops, and Byron's infantry stood in two rows, and the cavalry mounted in separate columns, and the Baron and Byron walked in front of the procession, as if they were inspecting the troops.

"These soldiers are good, their weapons look sharp, and their armor is well maintained."

Baron Sith looked at the Vicchian riders and mercenaries on their horses, nodded and complimented. Although the caravan guards in the back were very misequipped, they were well maintained and energetic, and they looked much stronger than ordinary mercenaries, so the baron also nodded that it was okay.

Arriving at the formation of the infantry, Baron Sith looked at the Svadian light infantry and said nothing, there were such soldiers in the kingdom's army. However, he frowned when he saw those Nords, the reputation of the Nord soldiers was not good in the south, but they were very strong, so the baron still recognized them.

However, when he saw the militia members who had newly joined the mercenary group, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"These people are new here? They weren't soldiers. ”

After glancing at the 20 untrained militiamen in leather armor who were standing in an untidy manner, he asked Byron.

"It's true that they're new to the board. They can take care of the horses and do odd jobs, and I want to give them a glimpse of real combat. ”

Byron replied with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, they're not warriors, let them be careful, don't die."

Baron Sith said indifferently.

"You don't have a lot of people, but I don't think it's a problem."

For Byron's army, which was less than a hundred men, Baron Sith didn't seem to pay attention to it.

He was not one of those country barons who could not even muster twenty soldiers, he was responsible for training and leading troops for the Earl of Claes, and he had twice as many regular soldiers under his command as Byron.

Baron Sith left, devaluing Byron with the same contempt he had before, but also with little respect.

Byron left Jamila to look after his house, and took several other heroes and selected troops to the meeting point appointed by Count Claes, in a camp outside de Herrim.

From afar, I saw the black bear flag of Count Claes on a yellow background, and the heavy cavalry wearing armor around the camp.

The last time he passed through the Swadia camp on the Rhodok border, Byron saw only war horses. But this time, they saw the knight in full armor.

Each heavy cavalryman, next to him had one or two people to help him put on armor and arm his horses. It would take them at least ten minutes just to put on the equipment. If you are a knight, the time will be longer.

Elongated chain armor, cavalry cuirass, flat helmet, iron arm guards, handguards, chain mail and plate armor, and spurs. In those areas that are vulnerable, an extra layer of chain mail is added. Once all these are equipped, don a linen robe with a simple lord's emblem, tie your belt, hang a sword and mace, ride a Swadian military horse or hunting horse with a chain mail robe, and pick up a nearly 3-meter-long cavalry lance, which is the full equipment of a standard Swadian heavy cavalry.

Every heavy cavalry must go through at least 3 years of training before they can fully control these weapons and equipment on their bodies, and they can sit firmly on their horses, follow hundreds of other comrades with the same equipment, drive their horses under their crotch to rush to the enemy, and break through the opponent's formation with rows of mounted guns.

These warriors with extremely terrifying impact are the most important class of troops in the Kingdom of Swadia. When there are not enough knights, the best of them will also be promoted to knights, leading the kingdom's iron horsemen to gallop in all directions.

Thirty heavy cavalry, less than 50 meters from Byron. They were all checking their equipment, reassuring their horses, and were indifferent to Byron's arrival.

"Come here, mercenary."

The voice of a middle-aged man woke Byron, who was intoxicated by watching the heavy cavalry change their equipment, and Fatis raised his head proudly.

In fact, for Fatis, whether it is the Swadians, the Wikiians, or the Rhodoks, they are just a group of children vying for the relics of the ancient Karad Empire, and their nobles are no more than a group of former chieftains. Because his hometown was in Suno, the place where the ancient Kalad empire flourished, they were proud of it.

But even so, Fatis still found a place in Swadia worthy of his admiration, worthy of his respect, and that was their powerful cavalry, the heavy cavalry that marched forward bravely and swept through everything.

Looking at Alleyne, who was also staring at those cavalrymen, he smiled with satisfaction.

Bandak glanced at him and pursed his lips, he trusted the heavy crossbow in his hand more than his warhorse.

Byron led his troops into a tent-filled camp surrounded by a fence, and the Svadian infantry, who were about the same as the heavy cavalry, stood up and looked at Byron's troops.

They straightened up, their hands on the handles of their weapons at their waists, ready for battle.

"Byron of the Peony Mercenary salutes you, my lord."

Byron got off his horse and saluted respectfully when he saw the Sith Baron wearing a full set of shiny plate armor and the knight next to him, who was also wearing full-body plate armor.

"Your troops are better than I thought they were, but remember to keep them in mind and don't let the guys at the back of the group hold them back."

When the knight saw Byron, he returned a slight salute and pointed directly at the militiamen behind Byron's team who were huddled forward like dirt buns, obviously not satisfied.

Soon, however, he saw Fatis who had just come off his horse, his eyes lit up, and he walked over with open arms and punched him before he could reach him.

"Look who this is! Long time no see, Fatis. ”

The knight took off his helmet and greeted with a playful smile.

"You too, James."

Fatis smiled and punched back.

"Your father has been looking for you."

"Sadly, I can never forgive myself. I'm not going back, I can't go home with my sins. ”

“...... It's a pity, Fatis, you could have been a knight in the first place..."

Byron turned his head and listened to the conversation between the two of them. But then he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and only then did he realize his faux pas.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It doesn't matter, old friends want to see each other, it's very attractive everywhere."

Baron Sith's expression didn't change, but his tone was a little softer than before.

"Come with me, Count Claes wants to see you."