A crossbow bolt and an arrow shot at the snowy bandit with a sound of breaking through the sky, the arrow was blocked by the shield, and the crossbow shot through the throat of the robber who replied, he clutched his throat with one hand, and with the other hand as if trying to grasp something, and finally fell weakly.

All the robbers angrily drew their weapons, and the villagers also lifted their clothes, took out their hidden weapons, and prepared for battle. The bandit leader scolded angrily, and then immediately gave the battle order:

"Archers, prepare, infantry, ten steps forward, cavalry, follow me!"

The change of formation, which made Resarit, who was ambushed not far away, frown: "He has some military experience" Then Resarit said something to Rolf on the side, Rolf immediately rushed to the window and shouted: "Everyone, disperse! Ten steps back!"

Although the villagers at the entrance of the village were a little nervous and worried, they still did so, and quickly ran to the dead corner where the snow robbers could not see, only one villager was one step too late, was shot in the thigh by an arrow, and then jumped into the corner of the wall with a howl.

The Vecchian archer fired another arrow from the ledge, and the arrow landed on the shoulder of one of the snowy bandits, who screamed in pain and swore the tail of the arrow off.

The bandit leader saw the passivity of the situation, so he re-ordered: "Everyone, ten steps forward" A crossbow bolt interrupted the robber leader's words, he raised his shield to block the blow, and then calmly continued: "Cavalry, spear charge and prepare!"

Laying in ambush behind the snowy bandits, Leyon tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and asked Fatis, "Do you want to go up now?" Fatis shook his head. He replied, "Wait for the signal." Alleyne drew his sword, wiped it on his breastplate, and turned to look at Aragorn in his great helmet. I couldn't help but sigh, "You really look like a tin box now, Knight of Aragon. Aragorn smiled bitterly, but unfortunately no one could see his expression after putting on his helmet.

The situation on the field suddenly changed from archers to head-on.

Without warning, two Vecchian light infantry suddenly rushed out of the wooden hut on the bandit's flank, killing one on the spot, and the armed peasant who was observing the situation in the other wooden hut also rushed out and collided with the advancing snow bandits.

"Shoot!" the bandit leader waved his hand. Then, with three string sounds, three villagers fell in response, and five robber cavalry pierced into the peasant herd. Like a dinner knife cutting through butter, five blood splashes. A light infantryman was impaled through the chest with a rifle on the spot, and fell down along with some peasants whose necks had been severed.

"These bastards!!" Resarit saw this, his face gloomy. He couldn't help but curse angrily: "Who TM let them come out now!!!!!" He hurriedly drew his sword. Rushing out of the door, he yelled at the pine forest in the distance, "Charge! charge!"

A sharp arrow was fired at Resarit, but was picked up by Rolf, who was close behind.

"Watch out for your safety!" Rolf said.

Resarit nodded to Rolf, then raised his sword and rushed into the crowd, saying, "Your Excellency, come with me to the battlefield!"

"Why did you start a fight!" asked Alleyne, frowning, swapping into a light rifle.

Fatis was silent, and then seemed to think of something. He immediately gave the order to attack, saying, "There will be no signal! Hurry up! Charge with me!"

Three archers in the back row heard the sound of horses' hooves. When he turned his head, he saw only the tip of the mounted spear magnified in his field of vision.

Spear Rush!

Three archers were picked off on the spot, and their fate is unknown. The three cavalrymen uniformly exchanged their blood-stained rifles for one-handed weapons, and continued to charge into the crowd unabated.

The Vikia archers watched the tragic death of their countrymen, and their palms sweated. He shuddered an arrow, then dropped his bow and crouched down against the corner, never getting up again.

"What's wrong?" Rolf asked, seeing Resarit suddenly bent down and hurriedly kicked away the robbers who were in a stalemate with him. "It's okay" Resarit gritted her teeth, straightened up, and said, "It's just an arrow"

Rolf stepped forward and smashed the shield of a snowfield bandit with a heavy slash, and the remaining axe blade shaved off half of the snowfield bandit's palm, and then the villagers next to him used a pitchfork to make up for the fatal blow.

Rolf walked up to Resarit, checked the injury, helped him cut off the tail of the arrow, and said in a deep voice: "How can you get an arrow behind you?

Resarit was about to say something, but a robber cavalry suddenly burst out of the crowd in the direction of Resarit. He raised his long knife and roared in the language of the South. But a bolt of surprise shot into his eye socket. With that, he fell off his horse like a sack.

Resarit watched the robber's death and asked Rolf slowly, "Our archers may be very good at archery?"

With the addition of three cavalrymen, the situation gradually reversed. From the slaughter of one side to the slaughter of the other. The bandit leader was engaged in a struggle with Aragorn when a sudden crossbow bolt shot into his heart. He fell off his horse with an unwilling corpse and was trampled by angry villagers. Seeing that they were besieged and their leader was dead, the remaining bandits dropped their weapons and surrendered.

The victory was won, but this victory was won by the casualties of the labor force of the half-village of Vizan Village. As a result, the village of Vizan will struggle to survive this winter. It took four hours to process corpses, bloodstains, loot, and count casualties. Resarit remained silent during the process. It wasn't until he took the stats that he exploded in anger.

Statistics: 23 killed: 8 seriously injured: 13 lightly injured

Enemy killed: 17 slightly wounded: 3

Spoils of war: three sets of nomadic armor, two sets of horses, two bows, three arrows, fifty-four Nord infantry helmets, one set of chain mail, one set of shields, five swords, and six swords

Estimated income: 3,000 dinars

Estimated losses: three thousand seven hundred dinars

Ignoring his arrow wounds, he immediately summoned everyone who could stand up and walk at the entrance of the village. He drew his sword in front of everyone, plunged it into the snow, and shouted at them:

"Who's the first to rush up!!"

"I know him!"

The mayor of Rivacheze took out a roll of parchment, compared it with the head of the bandits, and began to read the words on the parchment: "Gollum Smigor, well, treason bounty, wow, a lot! 500 dinars!" The mayor of the town exaggerated his right hand and made a gesture of praise to Ilene for the fame of the famous opera singer Bilbeau. Then he bent down and groped for something under the wooden table. Finally, he pulled out a bag of dinars and handed it to Elleen.

"You killed him alone, I heard that he had formed a small army, and it was not easy to kill him. The mayor asked curiously.

Alleyne took the bounty, shrugged, and replied, "No, I'm with my companions. ”

Mayor "Bounty Hunter" labeled Alleyne in his heart, then took a sip of a glass of warm wine from the fireplace, and when he found that Alleyne hadn't left, he asked, "What else?"

Alleyn put on a smile, but his expression was a little unnatural, and he said, "Who is the best doctor among you?" ”

"Oh!" said the mayor as he sat up, interested, "The best doctor is, of course, Dr. Michael of Fengyu Street!

Alleyne twitched the corners of his mouth and interjected, "Wash the wound with the 'holy water' where the cross was placed?" and then boil the fungus in the 'holy' salt water and pour it into the patient's stomach before spitting it out?"

"How do you know? He cured my stomach ache with this. ”

"Who else?"

"Then it's just Dr. Jack at 18 Voyage Street, he"

"Mysterious Oriental medicine?Grab a handful of weeds and throw them into the water to boil?Eat worms raw?"

"You know, I had migraines until he shoved a worm into my mouth, and it's still disgusting when I think about it! ”

"I've been there according to the townspeople's introductions, but I'm worried if my companion will grow an extra head when he goes in and comes out. Is there that kind of extra surgeon? I mean the kind of general surgeon. ”

"Are you suspicious of me?"

"Of course not," Alleyne smiled, "So who treated sword wounds before?"

"You stubborn donkey! It's James, who used to be the best doctor in all of Rivacha, but after being accused of witchcraft, no one dared to see him anymore. ”

"Where to find him?"

"Go to the 'Happy Boar', you might meet him, hey, you don't really want to go, do you?"

Alleyne gave him a smile and turned away, ignoring him.

"Arrogant guy. The mayor muttered, then wrapped himself in his fur coat and closed his eyes and took a sip of warm wine, enjoying the warmth of the winter day.

Alleyne strolls through the streets in the snow, and with every step he takes, his boots sink into the snow and make a crisp 'creaking, creaking' sound, much like a famous symphony. But Alleyne was not interested in listening, he stared intently at his feet, thinking carefully about the farce that had happened recently

Because a Vecchian light infantryman saw his father hit an arrow in the thigh and rushed in blood, he disobeyed the order and rushed forward, naively thinking that he could kill all sides like a hero in the epic. As a result, the final casualties increased several times. Resarit tried to slash him with a knife, but he had already died in the first rifle charge of the Snow Bandits

(To be continued......)