Tom didn't hesitate and immediately refused, "I want to be your bodyguard, or a member of the mercenary group." ”

If Bran wasn't there, the two behind Iron Mountain would have laughed. Is a boy who is so thin and as small as a monkey holding a sword and stepping on a horse?

"I've heard that not all of the mercenary regiments (Teuton) are combat positions, but a few logistics positions are led by Lord Simon." Tom bowed his head respectfully and spoke.

Bran didn't answer directly, but asked the four people in front of him, "You say, what do the mercenary groups need most if they want to win the battle?" ”

"Naturally, I have the courage of a regiment leader."

"And your wisdom, Your Highness."

The two squad leaders patted their ass, Iron Mountain didn't speak, and Tom said, "I think it's ...... Logistics, which can also be said to be money, with this thing, anything can be bought, weapons and armor, wheat soybeans, and even enemy loyalty. ”

A very appetizing answer, Bran asked, "Have you ever taken care of the horses?"

"Yes, since the mercenary group opened this place, I used to help with the work of the stable."

"Okay."

So Bran asked Tom to learn how to take care of the mercenary group's horses from tomorrow, and praised him for his cleverness.

Thinking that he had spent a lot of effort and bribes to become an apprentice from a porter at the docks, and that he had been injured several times before he became a squad leader, he had never been praised by Bran alone.

This made the two squad leaders red-eyed Tom, and that night, the two said to Tie Shan that they wanted to tease Tom, and Tie Shan just said lightly, don't go too far, but this is enough.

The two squad leaders entered Raymond's house and called out Tom,

The two said that the commander of Iron Mountain had ordered that Tom be allowed to go from Rabbi Village to the magistrate's station before the day of tomorrow, take a copy of the official letter for stamping, and get it back, so that he would become a member of the official mercenary army, not a mercenary apprentice, and receive a salary every month.

This is a test of foot strength, a common test for mercenary groups.

Tom was puzzled, and it was very dangerous, large wastelands and forests, even if there were no wicked people at night, there was a possibility of wild beasts.

But the two of them used a threatening tone, if they didn't go, it was okay, but there would be no such opportunity in the future. This made it impossible for Tom to refuse.

That night, Tom took a water bag, wrapped two dry cakes in a cloth, pinned them to his waist, and carried a wooden stick to protect him, he could not ride a horse, and he could not meet people and vehicles to help him on the way.

At this time, many farmers in the countryside suffered from "night blindness" due to malnutrition, but Tom Qing's health has improved since he became a baker apprentice, and with the help of the bright moonlight, he can still see clearly.

Taking a few deep breaths, he began to run, there were no soldiers patrolling the curfew in the countryside.

When he had been running for more than an hour, he was far away from the village of Rabi, and occasionally heard what looked like a wild wolf, and he told himself that he could not go back in fear. When you are tired of running, you will slowly adjust your breath until you have the energy to spare, and then start to accelerate.

By early morning, one of his legs had blistered, his straw sandals were broken, and he was stabbed by stones. I was soaking wet and looked very uncomfortable.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, I finally arrived at the local sheriff's station.

The four villages, including the village of Rabi, are all under the jurisdiction of this station.

There are two round towers four meters high, with a gate in the middle that can be opened by ropes.

The simple wooden fence resembles a miniature version of the city wall, with trenches dug around it to drain wastewater.

The sheriff was unkempt, and the brook that ran here was covered with broken pottery, animal carcasses, rotten wood, and dung.

A young merchant with a donkey passed Bran, got his passage papers, and was about to head west to Charman Manor to peddle his cart's groceries.

With the addition of servants, about thirty-eight people lived here, which, in all seriousness, was far worse than in the village of Rabi.

The prayer hut had been abandoned for a long time, and no priest would come, and it was already stuffed with debris.

The soldiers lay under the gazebo, drinking and gambling on their meager salaries, and no one paid any attention to Tom.

As a result of not receiving a full salary for a long time, they gradually degenerate, sometimes covering their faces and going out to rob at night.

Except for the four foals in the stables, which were still in good spirits, the whole station was covered with a stench and lifeless.

The sheriff, who had not been promoted, had changed the harsh environment by trying to disturb the people in other villages.

In the past, the village of Rabi was also one of the choices, but now the Teutonic mercenaries stopped there, and their own people were not enough to fight.

Only three other villages could suffer.

So when Tom arrived, the sheriff was absent and replaced by one of his assistants, who didn't have a few good teeth, plus all the bad water that had been contaminated, and when he spoke, Tom almost vomited.

The assistant looked at it, and without asking a question, he took out his seal and stamped it on the document that regularly reported the security of the Rabi village.

In duplicate, Tom took one copy. The other copy was stuffed in a wooden cabinet by this assistant, and there was no criminal record anyway, and the paper would have to be burned sooner or later.

Tom wanted to get a horse to carry him back, or he would have fallen on the road if he had made the next trip.

So he said to the assistant that he had come with a mercenary on a horse, but on the way he was ambushed by a nomad from outside the country, and the horse was taken away, and the mercenary returned to the village to report the news, so that he could come by himself, and now he hoped that the assistant would send someone to take him back to the village, and the mercenary group would give him a reward.

Requite? The assistant scoffed, the last time he led the team out to ambush the Chamber of Commerce, he encountered Iron Mountain, half of his teeth were broken by this wild man, and a soldier died.

Now he was afraid of these wolf-like mercenaries, but it was inconvenient to say so, and if he let the horse run out, he would inevitably have to feed the beast more.

The assistant took a rag and stamped it with the sheriff's seal, and told Tom to chase after the merchant who had just left, requisitioning his donkey cart to and from Rabbi's village, and then waved Tom away.

Tom ran as hard as he could, and after nearly half an hour he finally caught up with the donkey cart......

……

Inside the jousting arena in Rabbi Village.

New mercenaries from the Florentine villages have arrived.

Captain Desley joins with this group of newcomers.

"He's coming." Carol reminded Bran.

Bran followed the sound and saw that Desley had short hair, a goatee, a white belt pinned to his waist, deep features, thick straight eyebrows, a high nose, an emerald ring that Howard had given him, and a gray and white horse.

He jumped off the horse in one go, and when he fell to the ground, the weight of more than 100 catties did not make a sound!

It's a stunt to know how much effort it takes just by looking at it.

Seen as tall as Iron Mountain, but not as aggressive as Iron Mountain, he greeted Bran in accented Italian mixed with Latin.

"You look pretty good."

Carroll stepped forward and reached out to hold Desley, and the two of them exerted their strength, neither of them until both palms were red, then they let go, and then looked at each other and smiled.