Aragon followed.

The villagers who were on the night vigil soon spotted them, and two villagers raised their hunting bows and shouted at them, "Stop!

Alleyne raised his hands, stepped forward, and said, "Hey, hey, hey, look clear! I'm Alleyne!"

Hama recognized Aryne and lowered her hunting bow. Another villager apparently recognized him as well and lowered his bow as well.

"So Mr. Alleyne, come here. ”

As the four of them walked forward, Hama looked at the two brothers, Aragorn and Winchester, and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Ellene, who are they?"

Alleyn patted Aragorn on the shoulder and said, "This is the Aragonese knight, and I found a helper in the Riva chariot. ”

The two villagers looked surprised. One of the villagers hurriedly said, "Hello Mr. Knight, I'm Wenna, a villager from Vizan! I'm sorry I didn't see your identity!" Hama was annoyed why he was a step slower than him, so he chimed in, "Yes, I'm really sorry!"

Aragorn smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay, my name is Aragorn."

Hama opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a soft cough from Ellen: "These two children are Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester. ”

Dean wasn't happy, he didn't like to be ignored.

Wenna recognized them and said, "You're Bobby's nephew, aren't you?"

Dean nodded, "Yes." Sam smiled at Wenna and asked, "Do you know Uncle Bobby?"

Wenna nodded to them, and then said to Ellen, "Do you need me to send them to their uncle?"

Alleyne thought for a moment. "Then thank you." ”

Wenner led Sam and Dean out of the place, and the children looked a little reluctant. Wenna seemed to remember something before leaving, and waved his hand eagerly at Aragorn.

Aragorn smiled wryly again. He waved his hand at Wenna.

"Do you need me to wake up the village chief?" said Hama.

"No, let's settle something tomorrow. Where do they live in Resarit?"

"Oh, instructor, come with me. ”

Aren thanked Hama, who continued his vigil.

"Bang, state, state. Alleyne knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

The door opened, and it was Fatis. He was cured.

"Oh, Alleyne, you're back!" said Fatis in surprise.

"You're well, Fatis. Alleyne smiled back.

"Who is he?" Fatis looked at Aragorn. As soon as Aragorn opened his mouth to say something, Fatis enthusiastically invited him: "Come in, it's cold outside, what to say inside." ”

They walked into the cabin. Alleyne leaned over to Fatis. Asked softly, "Where is Jamila?"

Fatis smiled at Alleyne and pointed to the window.

The windows were ajar, and blue light shone on Jamila's body. She tilted her head and fell asleep quietly in her chair. She had a half-open book on her lap and her hand on the page. Her blonde hair reflected a glimmer of light, as bright as the stars.

Arenn was stunned, then turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Fatis and Aragorn, and said, "I suddenly found that she is actually quite beautiful. ”

Fatis shrugged with a smile. Then he stretched out his right hand to Aragorn and said, "Hello." My name is Fatis, and I used to be the captain of Suno's cavalry, but now I'm a mercenary. ”

Aragorn smiled bitterly, stretched out his left hand to shake it, and responded, "My name is Aragorn, a Swadia knight. ”

Fatis looked surprised: "Knight! I have been in the army for more than ten years and I am still just an ordinary cavalryman! Are you a nobleman?"

Aren ignored Fatis, who was chatting more and more energetically with Aragorn, and looked at Jamila quietly. Then he took out a quill from his bag and quietly walked over to Jamila.

Alleyne smiled and tickled the tip of Jamila's nose with a feather, after a moment. His efforts paid off, and Jamila sneezed and woke up.

"Who is it!" Jamila rubbed her eyes, her tone a little angry. But when he found out that it was Ellen, his anger disappeared and he stood up happily.

"When did you come back?"

Ellen smiled and put away the quill, turned gracefully around and came to the window. With the aurora borealis in the night sky as a backdrop, open your arms. An imposing reply was given to Jamila:

"I came from the time when Legolas's arrows were at their brightest. ”

Feeling worthy of his worth, Aragorn joined the ranks of the villagers in training the Swadias in combat, even though he did not have a friendly relationship with Resarit and Rolf. His knighthood gave him a great bonus to his training, and the villagers were very strict when they were trained, much to Resarit's displeasure.

"If this group of villagers had this attitude when they were trained by me, they would have become regular soldiers one by one!" Resarit said.

At the end of the training, the villagers would always flock to the knight and ask him to tell his story. Sometimes, some naïve children would even ask Aragorn if he had ever slain a dragon. In response, Aragon had to smile bitterly, and cautiously used his not outstanding level of speech to avoid extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm.

In his free time, Aragorn observes his team, eventually figuring out how they relate to each other: Jamila is the team's doctor and crossbowman, although she is always holding a book called Benjamin Barton. Resarit is responsible for the training policy and battle planning of the members, and is strictly human. Alleyne is in charge of the team's negotiation and trade, but according to his personal account, if he is given a sword and a half, he can take on three pirates alone. Rolf and Fatis are the combatants of the team, one skilled in two-handed armed infantry combat, and the other specialized in long-pole armed horse combat. Rolf listened to Resarit. Fatis is a good old man on the team and has some authority in the team. But whenever Aragorn asked about the formation of the army, they kept silent, and Aragorn had no choice but to give up

After the usual long-distance run every morning, Alleyne would take Jamila out to watch the sunrise, Fatis would talk to Aragon about their time as soldiers, and Resarit would read "Benjamin Barton" to Rolf in the early morning sun—Rolf loved the stories, but unfortunately he couldn't read much.

After everyone has eaten breakfast (the food is provided by the villagers), the day's training will officially begin. Jamila will go to practice crossbowing. Alleyne would practice swordsmanship with Resarit. Rolf would lead the villagers in two-handed weapon training. Fatis would practice archery with the local hunters, and although Fatis was not very good at bowing, he could point out some mistakes based on his experience in the army. As for Aragorn, since he was a newcomer, Resarit did not come to give him a training plan, so he was allowed to move freely, and then he was blocked by a bunch of children in the corner to tell stories.

In the evening, after Ressarit had finished directing the villagers to process the equipment, it was time to rest. If there is bad weather, the training will have to be interrupted, after all, it is easy to get sick and difficult to get sick

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the accusations of the snow robbers has arrived. Resarit's training will also come to an end. It turned out to be good, with two Vecchian light infantry and a genuine Vekia archer trained. Although the other villagers have improved their abilities, at most they have only mastered the coordination of spears and shields, and they still can't get on the table

As a makeshift sentry, Wenna hurried back to the village, gesturing to the rebels in ambush throughout the village to get ready.

Standing at the entrance of the village, the village elders and some brave volunteers touched the weapons hidden under their clothes, ready to negotiate with the snow bandits.

The sound of horses' hooves and noise came from afar, and then a group of about twenty snow bandits came into view of the villagers, including five on horseback, three archers, and the other twelve with standard one-handed swords and shields.

The village elder swallowed a mouthful of spit, and couldn't help but wonder if he could defeat them.

Among the robbers on horseback came a stout man who looked like the leader of the robbers. He shouted to the villagers, "Is my brother's two thousand dinars ready?"

The village elder took a deep breath, stepped forward, and shouted, "I'm sorry! The villager who accidentally injured your man last time ran away!

The bandit leader frowned, and said, "Are you TMD playing with me?

The village elder smiled at him, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, no, no! Of course, we have to heal your brother's wounds! No, we specially scraped together two hundred dinars for you, which should be enough to cure your brother's injuries, right?"

"Two hundred dinars!" the bandit leader laughed loudly, and then asked one of the snowfield bandits behind him, "What can two hundred dinars do?"

"Send the beggars!" replied the snowy robber in a loud voice.

"Yes, you guys treat us like beggars!" roared the bandit leader, and then his face turned grim, and he said, "Since you treat us like beggars, we don't need to be polite to you."

The village elder hurriedly said, "Wait, wait a minute," and before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud shout from the bandit leader:

"Brothers, slaughter these bunnies!"

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, advance ten steps!cavalry, follow me!" (to be continued......)