Stannis squinted, he couldn't tell the number of people in the place, "Robert, you have good eyes, estimate how many people are on the other side?"

Robert leaned over from his horse and squinted his eyes for a moment and counted, "It should be about one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty." ”

2 to 3 times his own number, Stannis felt that the situation was a little bad.

The enemy did not attack, although they were bandits, but they did not kill without saying a word, and they also had to come up with some negotiation routines first.

Soon, a man from the gang of bandits ran out and shouted at them from afar, "Please come to the center and talk to our leader!"

Stannis didn't want to go, but it seemed to be the rule of the world, so he said to Batesmore, "Come with me, cup cat, and don't let the others behave rashly." He believed that this guy would definitely turn into a black-armored swordsman in a critical moment, and that dire wolf would also emerge.

Soon, he and the mercenary captain walked around the swamp to the center of the two sides.

On the other side came a big man with a gauze wrap around his head and a quirky little thin man.

The big man was nothing special, he looked like a strong, simple-minded guy, and with the thick bandage on his head, Stannis judged that he was the leader who had been knocked unconscious by Lucia's black hand. Instead, it was the little man who caught Stannis's attention, because he was an Oriental.

This large-headed, short-bodied, mustache-bearer is close to historical depictions of the Huns, and he also carries a nomadic compound bow on his back.

"I'm the boss of these people, Moro, and this guy is Zhebotai, may I ask which way this brother is mixed in?" the big man asked in an arrogant tone of convention and arrogance adopted by bandits.

But Stennis bowed respectfully, "Below you is Sir Stennis Justinian, lord of this land, and this is my captain Batesmore, what is your reason for coming to my land?" ”

"It turned out that the noble lord personally drove in, which really made my face shine! But people like me are not so particular, so I said it bluntly, a group of refugees from the east we have been chasing for three days and three nights, I hope you can hand them over, especially the stinky girl who is the leader, I want to teach her a good lesson!"

"Oh. Stannis was interested, "How do you want to teach the woman named Lucia?"

At the mention of the Elysses woman, Moreau's eyes bulged out in anger, and he wanted to eat her raw, "That damn mother-in-law knocked me unconscious and tied me up while I was drunk, and this time I caught her and must strip her naked and hang her there for three days and three nights, and then whip her fiercely, and then let my men take turns to get on her, and kill her day and night!"

Zhebertai, who was with him, coughed twice, and it seemed that he did not like the chief's approach, and reminded him: "Chief, let us wait until we catch the woman who is as cunning as a fox." Your Excellency Justine, heir of the dragon's blood, why are you busy this time, and coming with such a sharp weapon will not add wine to our friendship, and you don't look like you are going to return those refugees to us, right?"

Stannis was tired and half dead after listening, this Oriental man used a lot of rhetorical devices to say something.

"Yes, I'm here to defeat you!" the smile on the lord's face began to fade.

The leader laughed loudly, "It's a laugh to beat us! I have inquired before I came, and you are only forty peasants, but I have two hundred warriors ready to drink blood!"

Although he exaggerated, the gap between the two sides in terms of strength was indeed huge.

"Then it can't be helped. Stannis made a gesture of invitation, and declared war in righteous words, "Let's see you on the battlefield!"

Dahan shrugged, "Since the nobles have said so, I have to go back and prepare to fight, but I have always wanted to know what it is like to cut off the head of a nobleman!"

With that, Stannis turned his horse and returned, and Batesmore looked relaxed the whole time, which was diametrically opposed to the nervous attitude of Korodov, the exclusive bodyguard who drew his sword at any time.

The moment he turned to leave, Stannis suddenly thought of a very serious question: why can't he use money to buy peace?

Soon after Stennis returned to his position, the opponents began to attack, and it was customary for the archers to fire a round of arrows before the main forces of the two sides came into contact.

Twenty or thirty archers with inferior bows came out of the bandits, and the range of the inferior short bows was less than 200 meters, so they had to approach on foot to shorten the range. However, the bandits apparently did not take Stannis's men into account, and swaggered over without protection.

"Boss, these guys are so arrogant, should we wait for them to cross the 300-meter cordon before we can shoot them in the face!" Robert pouted beside him.

Stannis signaled him not to be in a hurry, he was ready to show off the power of his longbow at the right time, and if he was exposed too soon, he would have run away without shooting a few of those guys.

The bandit archers finally reached the distance of two hundred meters, and then they lazily raised their bows to Stannis's troops to fire.

But Kanye had already lowered his arms, and Chyverny's archers were the first to loosen the strings at the same time, and with the sound of the bowstring cutting through the air, dozens of white-feathered arrows flew into the sky at the same time.

"It's spectacular. Stannis couldn't help but sigh with emotion, no matter how you look at the sight of a salvo of bows and arrows, you will not get tired of it.

Before the first bows and arrows landed, the follow-up bows were fired again, but this time it was the archer's free play, because a skilled longbowman could fire 6-10 arrows in a minute, and if a salvo was still required, it would be a waste of the longbow's rate of fire advantage.

And when the bandits were scrambling to put the arrows on the short bows, the first batch of white feather arrows had already fallen on their heads, and these bandits who did not have sophisticated armor to protect their bodies suffered an instant catastrophe, and an average of several white feather arrows were inserted into a person's body, and the poor worm who was hit by the arrow had no way to live.

In just one round of shooting, seven or eight people died on the grassland, and the rest were shocked, but before they could react, more arrows had poured down, and one after another the bandits screamed and fell to the ground, and the people who were still alive also gave up the idea of shooting, and fled into the distance.

At this time, the long range of the green-shirted bow also began to appear, and the arrows chased after the fleeing people like eyes, inserted them into their backs, and staggered to the ground in the process of running, and soon, except for one or two lucky ones, all the twenty people received their worthless lunches.