The group of centaurs that were gradually approaching this side was a little smaller than the number brought by Lake, but from a distance, one could feel a completely different aura.

Of course, Luo Ming hadn't learned much about qi for the time being, and he didn't have abilities such as magical vision, but that didn't prevent him from making judgments through keen intuition and naked eye observation.

Although it is not a strong soldier, it has the appearance of an army and cannot be said to be the same as the rabble.

It didn't take long for the team over there to spot Luo Ming from a distance, and it wasn't until he shouted to prove his identity that he let down most of their vigilance.

Since their vigilance was good, there was no need for Luo Ming to stay here any longer, so he immediately turned on his horse and headed towards the small castle.

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This time, Sir Severn brought from town a different kind of armed force from the ordinary militia.

The five were the standing town guards, and the knights paid them directly from the baron's funds, and they were not engaged in production, but they practiced their fighting skills, and were both guards and enforcers.

The other eight were militiamen selected from among the town's freedmen. They usually bring their own weapons and do some training with the guards in their spare time. It can participate in defense when encountering bandits, and often fights in response to the lord's call to earn more extra money than the peasants.

In other words, they regarded fighting as a side hustle, and they were half-farmers or businessmen, half-mercenaries.

Either way, they are much stronger than the peasant soldiers, not only in terms of strength and training, but also in terms of equipment, which is not at all a level.

Luo Ming has reason to believe that if he doesn't understand the art of war, he will be killed if he rushes up alone. Even if Grant fights hard with such a team, he is likely to be injured.

With them supervising those peasant soldiers, and a few masters pressing the formation, it can be regarded as a miniature army.

After a while, the two knights who supported Sherlock's side will also send their support. If you put in those captured bandits, you can exceed a hundred.

Don't look down on the number of 100 people, the 100 people who have weapons and some of them have received military training are actually completely different from the so-called village chiefs.

You must know that a baron, in wartime, he may not be able to pull up a team of 1,000 people, of which ninety percent are still peasant soldiers, more than half can only use agricultural tools as weapons, and half of them have to be responsible for escorting baggage or guarding the camp. There are only two or three hundred people who can really fight.

It can be said that at this time, Sherlock can control a few percent of the military strength of the barony, basically eliminating the possibility of the other party tearing his face and sending troops to attack.

Not to mention how many people can be made up on the other side. Even if the number of people they pull out is about the same, after all, they all live in the same territory, and there are not many professional soldiers among them who can put aside all their worries and kill people.

Almost none of the peasants and soldiers would really fight to the death in this kind of civil war, most of them shouted for a while, and retreated after two casual blows, causing single-digit casualties, and it was difficult for the warlords to attack the villagers, unless he wanted to be poked in the backbone for many years to come.

But open guns are easy to dodge and hidden arrows are difficult to prevent, if it is a real hundred regular troops, it is just that, ordinary assassins, snitches, who can't see the face of the main master, will be shot into a sieve and then chopped to pieces, and sniper arrows from a distance will be blocked-even with their own flesh and blood. But it is clear that this improvised team cannot form that kind of impregnable defense.

That's what Luo Ming was worried about. Sherlock himself didn't practice his fighting spirit, and that bit of martial arts could protect himself in a few miscellaneous soldiers. The strength of the bloodline spell is also limited, and enemies who have reached the level of high-level swordsman are basically unaffected, and they can be killed in a single look.

In terms of his peers, Sherlock is actually not weak, Lormine and Granty are both older than him, and they are both genuine rare geniuses, which cannot be judged as ordinary cases.

But in this life-and-death struggle, his excessive youth is a weakness in itself.

Still, Lomin remained confident. Now that Sherlock has been chosen to support him in exchange for his knightly reward after inheriting the baronial throne, he will do everything he can.

Not to mention the imaginary nature of the sea of stars, his real journey is at least to take the entire principality and even this continent as the stage. On this small stage of a barony, he was confident that as long as he tried his best, his opponent would not be able to turn the sky no matter what.

The sun had completely sunk and the moonlight was gradually rising into the night sky.

The knights' soldiers would probably not arrive until tomorrow, but after several days of traveling, Sherlock needed a good rest to be able to fight his cousins.

He stayed in the small castle for the night, while the soldiers kept vigil at the city walls, while others camped in the small spaces inside the walls.

The drawbridge was closed, the gates were closed, the windows were blocked, and even the door to the interior of the castle was locked from the inside, preventing the soldiers from passing through, and the only two keys were in the hands of Sherlock himself and Sir Severn.

It can be said that the interior of the castle is close to being airtight.

Luo Ming even brought a few wet towels, which could barely be used as gas masks if they were sandwiched with charcoal in between.

For this matter, he also specifically asked Aya. Although this world is very different from the Earth in the lowest microscopic particles, at the macroscopic level, many things are still similar. Ordinary poisonous fog is a small toxic droplet suspended in the air, and the loose and porous charcoal can naturally adsorb and filter out most of them.

Moreover, Luo Ming and Grant Ty also simply laid the floor in his room, and the two of them took turns to keep vigil, and if there was any trouble, they could immediately burst out and hurt people.

Under the protection of so many, if not excessive, measures, Sherlock can be regarded as reassured. After drinking some honey and milk to calm my nerves, I lay down on a soft and comfortable bed, and it didn't take long for me to breathe evenly, my face soothed, and I fell asleep.

But the night did not pass in peace and quiet.

Although Luo Ming hoped that the opponent would give up the assassination for the time being after seeing the heavily guarded appearance here, he actually understood that the opponent would at least test it, and even if he failed, it could play a role in exhausting the army.

There is also the possibility that the most unexpected effect can be achieved when the defense measures are foolproof.

Hearing some unusual commotion outside, Luo Ming immediately raised his sword - in order to save time for drawing it, he simply did not return it to its sheath.

He approached Grant with a silent and swift step, leaned down, and reached out his hand, ready to shake her awake.