A trip to Djerkhara made Byron a lot of money, he got a truckload of high-quality velvet in Djerkhara at a low price, and also pulled two important teammates Bandak and Jamila into his team, which can be described as a bumper harvest.

Byron set out on his journey again, this time through the pass east of Rhodok, and north through the Sultanate of Salander back to Svadia.

Drehem is perhaps a good place to sell velvet, as it is conveniently located in the middle of the continent and is where merchants from all over the world trade.

Byron led the party out of Djerkhara and began to march north, then to the east.

In order to ensure his own safety, Byron hired two more caravan guards in Djerkhara. They took a little money, only 4 dinars a week, and like John, it was a long-term contract.

Byron also made some money in this regard, as the business of these caravan escorts deteriorated as business decreased in caravan activity.

Especially these lightly armed mercenaries, the nobles do not waste time and money to hire them when they fight, and even those odd jobs are not their share. So they cut their salary in half, saving Byron a fortune.

Including the three templars, Byron already had six caravan guards in his ranks.

The equipment of these mercenaries is miscellaneous and generally somewhat shabby. But their combat experience is relatively sufficient, and it is not difficult to deal with ordinary bandits.

Byron did not call for a hurry, they set out at dawn, and stopped at dusk to camp and rest, and even better if there was a village, it was better to rest in the house than outside.

Bandak and Fatis taught the other soldiers how to fight and use crossbows whenever they had time, and Byron was able to follow suit.

[One-handed weapon proficiency +5;]

[Crossbow Mastery +7;]

Following them, Byron became a lot more proficient.

In the evening, Jamila would begin to fiddle with the lute, and it took her two days to get used to it, and when she played it, the rest of the soldiers would gather and listen quietly with their bowls.

To Byron's relief, these soldiers of his had finally learned how to respect a lady.

Jamila's charisma won over the soldiers, who preferred to talk to Jamila rather than officers like Fatis.

Within a week, Jamila was mingling with the other soldiers.

"The fire in the tavern is warm,

The bard ~narrates the legend~

Lovers shake hands and dance to the music -

Honey and milk ~ sprinkled all over the table ......"

Even when the team was on the way, Byron could hear the soldiers humming the ditty that Jamila had sung the night before, and those simple songs were especially popular with the soldiers.

Byron was in a good mood, well, until...

A large pool of blood and the corpses of several mercenaries and merchants were found on the wasteland on the left side of the road ahead!

And, of course, there were the ones who were busy picking up equipment from the mercenaries, who had a lot of blood on them, and who didn't seem to care about Byron's presence in the slightest.

Byron recognized them as the same gang of robbers who tore each other apart with the rebels last time, and the ones lying on the ground should be a small caravan in Rhodoc's country, which seemed to have been attacked by bandits.

Byron's soldiers immediately drew their weapons, and Bandak immediately wound his crossbow bolts and prepared them to fire.

Byron remembered that these robbers had become wanted by Viruga and Djerkhara, and that the number of travelers and merchants planted in their hands was no less than that of these bandits.

However, the people who are robbed by them are often stripped of only their underwear and then driven away, and it is rare to directly slaughter people like this.

"You again? You were very knowledgeable last time, and this time I think you'd better not get into trouble. ”

The bandit leader glared at Byron with his axe, and from behind the rocks and woods near the wasteland came a band of bandits, mostly armed with hunting bows used by ordinary villagers, and various miscellaneous weapons. Of course, the people next to the bandit leader all changed into the armor that was taken off the corpse of the rebel army before, and their weapons were much better.

Looking at the swords and spears that pointed at him, Byron, who originally wanted to avenge the shame before the snow, coaxed again.

Now almost thirty bandits have surrounded them, but because Byron and they are also quite numerous, the other party did not take the initiative to attack. Looking at the expression of the robber leader, it probably meant that Byron and them should leave quickly and not be nosy.

Byron glanced at Fatis and Bandak, meaning that they should act at the opportunity and not be calculated by the other party when they left.

Seeing Byron's expression, Bandak nodded solemnly, then raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the bandit leader...

"it!"

Looking at the leader of the bandits who was shot in the forehead by a heavy crossbow bolt with a shocked expression, almost causing a piercing injury to the ground, Byron's expression at this time was the same as that of the rest of the bandits, all with a confused face.

"Attack, take out these rabble!"

But now, it seems that there is no other choice.

The bandits had already raised their weapons at them in a panic, and Byron had no choice but to rush forward with a hammer and strike a thief wearing chain mail in the head while the other party was stunned.

Because of the lack of protection, Byron even saw white liquid splashing out of his head the moment he hit the target.

He felt sick to his stomach and felt that he might not be able to eat his next meal.

"Array, attack!"

Fatis raised his spear and let out a loud roar, his legs clamped. The military horse rushed out directly, and the two robbers on the opposite side didn't even have time to dodge, and were blown by the impact of the military horse.

Fatis's spear also poked into the back of one of the robbers, piercing the chainmail and soft armor inside, and stabbing into the spine. The other party's body froze directly, and his eyeballs skyrocketed.

As the horse continued to sprint forward, Fatis also lifted his spear and pulled it out according to the inertia of the horse.

However, because it was pierced into the bone, the thief was dragged by the spear for several meters before the spear was pulled out of his body. Not to mention whether to die or not, even if you can survive, you will definitely be half-paralyzed.

The militiamen immediately lowered their shields, and the bandits who surrounded them from behind also shot a few arrows, but they landed on their shields except for misses.

Byron's militia was actually very loosely formed, and the regular army was able to collapse at the touch of a button.

However, in the face of the bandits who were killed by the leader and rushed up in chaos, they really persevered.

The caravan guards also followed in the footsteps of Byron and Fatis at this time, and the eight horsemen slammed into the wasteland, completely out of order.

But the dozen or so bandits on the wasteland were obviously not ready to deal with the onslaught of the cavalry, and five of them were killed at once, and the rest of the bandits were also barely gathered back to back, dodging the spears that were immediately stabbed and the maces that could be swept at any time.

Faced with a group of bandits with military spears, one of the caravan guards' horses was stabbed in the abdomen, and he himself fell to the ground.

However, it was precisely because a reckless bandit tried to rush over to replenish the caravan guard, which caused a gap in the formation, which was broken by Fatis, and the horse's hooves directly trampled down a bandit with a machete, and the spear pierced the neck of the bandit who was facing his back.

Under the many sieges, those bandits who looked ferocious and abnormal were actually not so terrible, because they were all sneak raids, and they were always succeeding, so these bandits made a big mistake, they overestimated their strength in frontal combat.

After clearing the wasteland of enemies, Fatis immediately joined another battlefield with his caravan escorts in an even more chaotic situation.

Although the militia and the horsemen had been suppressed by the bandits because of their numerical inferiority, no one could escape because they were surrounded, so they could only rely on the carriage to constantly thrust with spears, relying on the advantage of the length of the weapon to hold on.

Bandak had already used his heavy crossbow to take down two of the more threatening robbers, both of whom were critically wounded.

After putting down the bolts, he raised his military hoe, raised his shield, and joined the melee. Even if someone on the other side wears chain mail and cotton armor, it will not play a great role in protecting in front of military hoes. After all, this thing, like the mace, was made to break armor.

The horses pulling the cart were a little frightened, especially the empty horses that began to crash around because of the noise, which made the battle even more chaotic.

But when the cavalry, including Byron, turned and trotted over, the rest of the robbers panicked.

Half of the combat effectiveness of these robbers in ordinary battles is due to the proper command and leadership of the leader, but now the boss has been shot in the head by others, and more than a dozen brothers have been killed by the opponent's cavalry, their fighting spirit has been dealt a heavy blow, and their morale has seriously declined.