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At this moment, somewhere in the great plains of Calradia, an unequal war, or plunder, is going on.

There were hundreds of men on one side, but its members were composed of the old, weak, sick and disabled, and the main fighting force was some thin teenagers and some old and frail old men, who were armed with dung forks and hoes, and hatchet knives as their main weapons, and their armor was the heavy linen cloth on their bodies. Only a few old men, led by the lame village chief, possessed chain mail and spears.

Chain mail and wooden spears have always been a common configuration for mercenaries because of their low price, and judging from the skillful handling posture of the village chief and several old men and the unnervous solemn expressions on their faces, they should have been mercenaries back then.

In the rear, there are some sturdy peasant women fiddling with the slings, and they are nervously arranged by the village chief to act as remote supporters.

The structure of the slings is simple: two belts of the same length are tied in the middle of a leather pouch, in which the slings are placed. Grab the end of the belt and swing it around your head, and when the speed reaches its maximum speed on the fourth or fifth lap, let go of a strap and the stones in the leather bag will be thrown in the direction of the tangent line.

As a result, the slings are very cheap to build, and bandits and mercenaries are most common as this long-range weapon, but its drawbacks are particularly obvious, unless it is a salvo of hundreds of people, it is not obvious.

At this time, the fleeing procession was a team gathered from several villages, and the number of sturdy peasant women was also quite large, about seventy or eighty people, but when the village chief looked at these peasant women who looked nervous and kept waving and spinning the sling, he shook his head in disappointment, and the village chief, who had been a mercenary, also knew how difficult it was to let people who had not experienced war still remain calm and follow order after the battle without training.

Therefore, the village chief did not expect the peasant women to have much effect, and even the hundreds of twelve or thirteen-year-old boys and those old men who were armed with dung forks and other farm tools as weapons were now of much use was a matter of praying for the blessing of the god and emperor, and the only trustworthy ones were the few old men who still accompanied him.

"Maintain the formation, don't be nervous, the bandits are not so easy to rush in, calm down! If I see that melon baby and the old man have weak feet and shaking hands, I will see that I will not reward him! ”

By this time, the refugee procession had formed a circle, and the caravan that had been used to carry food and luggage had been placed on the outermost periphery, forming rudimentary makeshift bunkers to block the enemy's charge, and some of the more daring teenagers were assigned to the few rudimentary iron spearheads, crouching behind the caravan, ready to poke out to stop the enemy's approach.

The enemy was forty or fifty cavalrymen, also ragged, but the only difference was that they had the banner of a nobleman, and they rode on ponies and mules, armed with single-edged axes and spears, and javelins, and clothed in leather and chain mail, and roamed the outer ranks of the refugees with great force.

And the lame village chief, of course, knows how well these people are. These are bandits, also known as temporary mercenaries, war hyenas who have come from the territory of Vegia on purpose to smell the smoke of gunpowder, and are also known as snow bandits.

Looking at the lame riding skills of those snow robbers, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, these snow robbers who were begging for a living on the big snow field did not know how to ride horses, they were veritable horse infantry, otherwise when forty or fifty cavalry launched a charge, even if it was light cavalry, this was not an existence that his own tattered caravan could stop.

Now the village chief has arranged for his mother-in-law and a few peasant women to light wet firewood and ask for help, maybe they can be seen by the nearby well-wishers, or they may be able to scare off these robbers, otherwise there will be a stalemate or a fight, and the consequences are not something that the village chief can imagine.

The snowfield robbers who were circling in the distance were also in private embarrassment, there were no young adults among the hundreds of people in front of them, all of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, if they could eat it, there was no doubt that they would be able to live a fat year, but looking at the erection in front of them, there was no doubt that there was a knowledgeable person inside, and the formation was exactly the car formation when those merchant caravans encountered the robbers.

Although this formation is old-fashioned, it is practical, even if the opponent is some old, weak, sick and disabled, but if you want to eat the snow bandits, you have to jump out of a big tooth.

Several leaders of the snow bandits gathered together, and after discussing for a while, one of the snow bandits rode to the front of the refugee convoy.

The village chief reached out to stop the nervous peasant women who were trying to throw stones, and he covered his chest with a wooden round shield before stepping forward. Although the robber looked like he was shouting, no one could say whether it was a fraud or not.

"What are you doing here, we are fleeing peasants, but we don't have the money to plunder for you like the caravans, all we have is some wood knives and stones."

The lame village chief walked to the back of the caravan and shouted to the robbers through a caravan, and the bearded robber looked at the village chief holding a round shield to block his chest with regret, and after secretly putting down the javelin in his hand, the snow robber threatened the village chief.

"We were ordered by the Marquis of Virgia Thomas to conduct war reconnaissance, and by the way, we collected peasants for him to farm for the Marquis. Now there is a shortage of peasants under the name of the Marquis of Maass to work for him, if you are interested, you can come with us, and we will escort you to the territory of the Marquis of Maas.

Here is the application authorized to us by the Marquis of Marques, look! This is the seal of the Marquis of Marques. ”

As he spoke, the snowfield bandit struggled to squeeze out a smile and pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from his bosom and showed it to the lame village chief.

In the midst of the snowflakes flying in the sky, the lame village chief could only see the red marks on the parchment, and he could not read the words clearly.

The lame village chief thought for a moment and replied.

"Wait a minute, I need to discuss it with the people of the other villages!"

"Alright, I'll come back later!"

The snowfield robber said yes, then rode around and left.

When the lame village chief returned to the car formation, the two old men hurriedly surrounded him. This is the head of the two villages next door who fled with the lame chief.

Among them, an old man hurriedly asked.

"Village Chief Rhodes, what should we do now, is what that person just said true?"

Looking at the expectant and hopeful eyes of the village chief, the village chief of Rhodes sneered.

"Fool, think about it with your rigid mind, when did those high-ranking nobles care about our life or death, and would send people to welcome the peasants to farm for him?

Don't even think about it, it's true to send people to catch slaves, these robbers are just trying to trick us into letting our guard down, pushing the car so that they can easily rush in, kill us all, and snatch all the women. ”