Hearing the militia's words, Konid was stunned for a moment, and then saw that the people in the tavern began to silently prepare their weapons and equipment, and even several women and half-grown children began to silently check the tail feathers of the arrows in the quiver.

"How many are there?" the militia captain grabbed the messenger by the shoulders and forced him to calm down.

The childish militiaman grinned in pain, asked the captain to let go of his shoulder, took a deep breath and said, "About fifty riders, burning the winter wheat outside. ”

Hearing this, all the men, women, and children in the tavern looked angry and moved, but they regained their composure under the majestic gaze of the militia captain, and the captain was very satisfied with his deterrent, but still spoke out to comfort: "Those Sambian cubs are just trying to lure us out, we can't do what they want, and we will plant after the food is a big deal." ”

The militiamen then ignored the actions of the Sambians and began to lure the mercenaries into the village.

The captain turned around and began to explain the current situation to the two Konaids, before a group of Sambian mercenaries invaded the village, the militia did not rely on the rudimentary arrow towers and fences for defense, but quickly feigned defeat, introduced the mercenaries into the village, and used the familiarity of the terrain to fight with bows and arrows and mercenaries, and finally the mercenaries left eight corpses and fled from the village in a hurry, and the militia also paid the price of three killed and many wounded.

This group of Sambian mercenaries is well-equipped, and their martial skills and training are much better than the militias, but if they fight in the streets of the village with complex terrain, the mercenaries' advantage will be leveled by the militias with bows and arrows, and they will suffer serious casualties, and the mercenaries lack the fuel to burn the village, so they cannot force the militia out, so they can only burn the villagers' wheat fields with low efficiency, hoping to lure the militia out and fight the mercenaries on the plain.

"The patience of the villagers has reached the limit, this is how the two neighboring villages were led out by the Sambians to fight with the mercenaries in the open field, the Sambian riders only need to endure the first few rounds of bow and arrow attacks, and then they can easily break the formation of the militia, the mercenary infantry behind them will follow, the militia will be defeated, the Sambian riders will kill the fleeing militia from behind, the tactics of the Sambians are like this, but the villagers can no longer bear their wheat fields being burned by the Sambians. ”

Conid was a little puzzled by the captain's words, and although he was very sympathetic to the plight of the villagers, what he wanted to do now was to rest and replenish supplies as soon as possible, so that he could get to Bowbridge Town as soon as possible to complete the task given to him by Master Link.

Soon, the captain's intentions became clear, and the militia captain smiled maliciously at the two Konaids, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since you claim to be a friend of the people of Bow Valley and have come to help us, we need your help now. ”

Konaid's heart sank, and he silently listened to the plan of the militia captain, who planned to let Konid venture to find the camp of the Sambian mercenaries for reconnaissance, and then lead the militia to attack the Sambians at night.

This plan is full of danger for the executors, the Sambians must have secretly left people nearby to monitor the village, Cornid has to avoid the Sambian scouts, but also search for the nearby Sambian mercenary camp in the middle of nowhere, evade the guards' vigilance, successfully record the information of the camp, and then lead the way for the militia to attack the Sambians at night, which can be said to be nine deaths.

"Do I have the right to refuse?" Conid smiled self-deprecatingly and accepted the militia captain's request, while Conca was left alone as a hostage, Link's letter to the "Three Swords", and Conneid's identity pendant were also detained, in case Conid abandoned his companions and went straight to Bowbridge.

The militia captain returned Konaid's sword, dagger, and dagger, and generously provided him with a longbow and arrows, and Koned and Conca sat at the tavern's dirty table, gulping ale and eating oatmeal mixed with minced lamb, and a female militiaman brought out a plate of hard goat cheese to accompany the meal.

Careful not to choose to ride his horse, Konad followed a small group of militiamen around the main road in front of him, and followed the path behind the village to an open field where the seedlings of winter wheat thrived, and farther away was a forest in a valley from which the main road through which the Sambians passed.

Two young militiamen bent over their waists and entered the low wheat field, Konid and a few others hid behind a house, watching the two slowly approach the woods, Konaid's eyes widened, carefully searching the wheat field and the movement in the woods, a Sambian mercenary stood up from the wheat field suddenly, shot an accurate and ruthless heavy arrow, a young militiaman screamed and fell, several people around Konid rushed up, and the wheat field soon had a squirming movement.

A vague figure flashed through the wheat field, and in a place where Konid could not see, a mercenary blew a wooden whistle, and in the distance the woods also blew a whistle of different frequencies in response, and there was also movement at the entrance of the village, Konid tried to lower his body as quickly as possible through the wheat field, ignoring the screams of the militia who died to cover him.

Korneud escaped into the woods, and the militiamen's movements attracted the attention of the Sambians, and he clenched the sword in his hand, but Korneud miraculously failed to use it.

This is very unusual, the militia may think that this is the level of Sambian mercenaries, but Konaid, who was a non-commissioned officer of the Purple Dragon Legion, is suspicious, these mercenaries are too elite, and the Sambians have invested too much strength in this village, and sending a rookie mercenary team of dozens of people to harass several nearby villages and make them unable to send troops to support the battle of Bow Bridge Town, is what the Sambians should do most.

The Sambian mercenaries took time and effort to destroy the two nearby villages, even if it was for looting, but now this village has caused the mercenaries to suffer considerable casualties, and it is clear that they will not fight the Sambians as easily as those two villages, in this case, the Sambians should retreat, but judging from the movement just now, the Sanbian mercenaries have left at least fifteen good hands to monitor the village and block the village, which is very unusual.

Careful through the woods, occasionally entering a small clearing, after a few hours, Cornold circled the avenue where the Sambians frew, following the traces left by the Sambians.

Konid passed by the ruins of what the villagers called Nakka Manor, where the wooden livestock pens and outbuildings had been burned down by the Sambians, leaving only the blackened stone main house, some smashed bottles and cans piled aside, and the new tombs of the male and female owners and their three children gave him a few more looks.

While eating the rusks he carried, Conid silently prayed for the family's only escaped daughter, and after hearing from the villagers that the silly girl had buried her family, she went to seek revenge on the Sambians.

Konid followed the undisguised trails of the mercenaries for almost the whole day, resting several times during the process, first west, then south, and finally to the fast-flowing and impassable Aken River, where he was frightened by something on the river—a bridge.