() Giovanni didn't just pay lip service to these mercenaries, he actually did the same.

Although there are almost certainly one or two people who are spies in this kind of collective mutinous force, they have been bought by their original masters, and they will send a steady stream of information there. Many mercenaries know this, and there are many soldiers who do this kind of business when their original employers have failed and it is difficult to return: there is no cost to doing so, only the damage is reputation, and for mercenaries, tèbié is a mercenary whose business has not been very good, what is reputation?

Giovanni personally watched over the soldiers, and his boyar warriors watched the mutineers with great interest. Although these people have become allies of the Valan soldiers, the Valans look down on these avatars from the bottom of their hearts. We have all forgotten that our commander-in-chief, Giovanni, has betrayed his employer many times, and even he himself has never denied it.

The Rhodok officials of the trading post killed all the cattle in the stables of the trading post when the mercenaries mutinied, and when we rushed over, sixteen horses and more than twenty mules had their necks cut off, and they were lying on the ground bleeding. The only thing inside the barn was the stench of blood and feces and urine.

Once our farmer had gotten permission, he began to cut the blood vessels of the dying animals with knives to make them die faster. Then the men cut open the belly of the animal, and took out the steaming entrails and intestines, and several mercenaries came to help, washed the intestines, and then chopped the meat, poured into the intestines, and made meat sausages. These wet sausages are not edible yet, and they have to be dried before they can become food, so these things are hung on the saddle in circles, and these mercenaries are really open-minded when they are hung with those heads, if they were sent to fight outside the trading post just now, it is estimated that they themselves are also hung on the saddle.

We spent four hours dealing with issues at the Outpost, and every half hour our scouts reported on the movements of the other Outpost. However, the trading post seemed to be silent. Except for the occasional cavalry passing by from afar, they didn't care about the things inside the outpost.

Giovanni began to arm all his soldiers, taking out the armor and weapons from the storehouse and distributing them to his vassals and subordinates one by one. Each of the soldiers of the boyar's brigade appointed a mercenary as his deputy, effectively expanding the number of boyar's brigade from sixteen to thirty-two. These people are as much as we are equipped, and are completely controlled by us. In the past, the generals and officers of the mercenaries were all demoted to soldiers, and Giovanni needed to be evaluated for a while. will reconsider the important tasks entrusted to these people.

Then Giovanni made an unusual move: he ordered the servants to set off for the camp with a full load of mules and horses, while we and the mercenaries rearmed and headed straight for the next trading post.

"What if these mercenaries mutinied?" I thought to myself. I swear, I'm not alone.

These soldiers outnumbered the Valans. It's very unsafe. But Giovanni did not seem to be worried, and he dismissed the mercenary officers from his duties, but had a good time with them. The mercenary captains also had a good conversation with Giovanni, who rode on horses and gathered around him as if they were Valan soldiers themselves.

Our small army numbered more than a hundred, and all of them were heavily armed. This makes our army look very strong and well-equipped, almost similar to the 'galloping mercury' army of the Swadias: almost every single one. All with shiny Valan helmets. Dressed in armor made up of leaf armor and chain mail, behind our backs. Wearing a Rhodok cloak, almost everyone was assigned a short sword, a shield, and four javelins, and over our shoulders were strapped belts, on which daggers and marching hoes were hung. These weapons make us look very fancy. Valan's soldiers had never been so fully armed, and even those mercenaries had never been given such abundant weapons, you must know that the merchants of Rhodok have always been extremely harsh on the weapons of mercenaries.

Like a river of steel, we rushed towards another trading post. We met two shepherds and a woodcutter on the way, and when we met them, the scouts slew them in the same way as the cavalry of the Iron Shield River that I had met in the forest not long ago: this would have aroused the disgust of the natives, but it also prevented the jiān from reporting our whereabouts to the unsuspecting towns and trading posts ahead.

Before dark, we had crossed the Ryazan River and reached a high ground on the other side of the river.

A few Salander mercenaries said they had seen a campfire in another trading post, but I couldn't see it at all. When I lifted up my eyes, I saw nothing but the dark earth and the stars. There is no moon tonight, which is completely different from the night I had in Baidan Harbor in the morning. What are the sons of the Romanovs doing? Are they sitting around the fire, talking about the idea of rebuilding Romanov Castle? Has Yuri already received a letter from Mycella, telling him that everything is fine with Ivangorod? Damn, Mysella was in Varankov last time, she should go back to Ivangelodes now, right?

I suddenly felt a little worried, if Giovanni attacked Valankov, who would guarantee the safety of Mycella? When I left Varankov, I only had time to leave a message to Mysella, hoping that she would return to the safety of Ivangorod, but would this innocent little girl stay in Varykov forever?

We found a hillside and set up camp behind it, and we covered the flames with piptoons, and the flames did not dare to be too loud so that they would not be seen. It's surrounded by forests, and our scouts haunt it. Giovanni made his night rounds with six soldiers.

Of the six, four were soldiers we had brought from the camp, and the remaining two were Rhodok's mercenaries and Salander's soldiers. Giovanni wanted every soldier to know that he was not prejudiced against anyone, even the one who had just defected. I don't know if these soldiers are going to be moved by this, I just don't think it's too safe to do this, and if these soldiers have different intentions, then we're in big trouble. When Giovanni started his own business, he led a group of soldiers to pretend to surrender, and then counter-killed others by surprise.

A Rhodoc mercenary has been assigned to my squad. There wasn't much to say when a few of us stayed together. Because neither I nor the Varans know how to talk to this two-faced ghost. By the way, according to common sense, I am actually a two-faced ghost myself, but I always feel that since people have no choice, then the idea that they don't have to be responsible for the status quo is suspected of escaping, but it can make me feel better. I've been told how to do it from beginning to end, for a year. I never made any decisions about my future.

This was my first decision. I thought so to myself. The price of zì yóu is to make your own decisions, which is the burden of zì yóu and the meaning of zì yóu. Before getting zì yóu, people value its meaning more, and after getting zì yóu, people complain about its burden. But it was really my choice. I decided to join the Valans and join the cause of the Valans to establish a principality.

The Rhodok man grilled the sausages he had just made today on the fire, and the sausages gave off the burnt smell of fat when they were roasted.

"Hey, do you want a bite?" The Rhodok cut off a piece of the sausage with a knife, and said to us with the tip of the knife on the sausage, "The taste is superb." ”

We looked at the Rhodok silently, not wanting to bother with him.

"Eat it yourself." I felt that it was still a bit rude for no one to take care of this person, so I spoke. Hope this guy shuts up.

"Of course." The guy's kindness was not reciprocated, and his expression was a little dark. "You have the final say."

He took out a bag of lard from the bag. Dip some of the hot sausages and put them on the fire to continue roasting, and the aroma of jùliè spreads. A Varan spearman sniffed and glanced at the fragrant sausage. The Rhodok would not give up this opportunity, and he immediately cut a piece of it to the spearman, "Incense, right? Come, give you a piece. ”

The spearman looked at us and reached over to take the sausage.

Then the Rhodok gave each of us a little wine, which was Salander's wine, but with a lot of sugar in it, which made it taste like a child's drink, but it was very tasty. After a while, because of the food and wine, we were no longer as cold as we had been at the beginning.

"I'm a Rhodoc." The guy said, "Before I came to the east, I heard that the women here don't wear pants, damn it, but after I came, I saw that the women here were wearing more than my nǎinǎi, and I was so disappointed. ”

I laughed with the Wallan soldiers around me, and I said, "I've heard that in Burke, women are pantsless and naked, waiting for the men to grab them." I didn't expect you to hear this kind of rumor too. Who delivered these words? Is it a guy named Tom? ”

"Who cares?" This Rhodok has a strange accent and is typical of Rhodoc southerners. "Anyway, I was tricked into joining the army by this kind of nonsense, and I almost broke my leg by my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?" A Varan said. "Why did he hit you? Is it because you wear too much nǎinǎi and make him feel unhappy? ”

"Not really," said the Rhodok, who was not easily provoked, "because my grandfather hated being a soldier." He used to be the village chief! But he offended a traitor in his youth, damn it, this guy was an apprentice in Djerkhara. At that time, this apprentice became the lord of my grandfather's village, but this fool actually wanted to take the whole village to the Svadians. ”

I nodded, "This guy is stupid indeed. Anyone who wants to betray his own fellow human is a fool. Their sons and grandsons will be out of luck. ”

After that, I suddenly shuddered, and I couldn't help but wrap the blanket around me a little tighter.

"Well," said the Rhodok, "it's not over yet. Later, this guy actually developed in Svadia, and he still has a little relationship with our General Garcia, probably a half-illegitimate son or something. In short, many years later, this guy's son came back, and out of revenge, this bastard young master tied my grandfather to a stick and paraded through the streets, and also deprived my grandfather of his position as village chief, leaving my family bankrupt and owing a lot of money. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of becoming a mercenary to support my family. ”

"Then why did your grandfather beat you?" I asked this person. "Aren't you thinking about subsidizing your family?"

"It's okay to subsidize the family," the Rhodok scratched his head, "but my grandfather decided that the soldiers were all bad guys, Garcia, that traitor, they were all like that." As long as you become a soldier, you will become bad. ”

A few of the Valan soldiers around me were staring at the Rhodok, "Hey, are you cursing around the corner?" ”

"No, no," said the Rhodo with a smile, "if I thought so, I wouldn't be this damn mercenary." I love it! Hey! He poured wine into our broken wooden bowls, "Come, a toast to the mercenary's cause!" ”

We shrugged our shoulders and said, "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

At this time, one of the soldiers of Pángbiān threw a stone into the fire in front of us, and the sparks flew in all directions, so frightened that we dropped all the wine in our hands to the ground. We stood up angrily, looking at the uneyed fellow, and then I saw one of the foot archers of the boyar regiment laughing as he fled towards the edge of the woods.

"What's your name?" I asked this Rhodok.

"What?"

"What's your name?" I asked him again, "We're going to catch that idiot together, you're going to be our comrade-in-arms from now on, what's your name?" ”

"Kruzkal."

"Okay, Kruskal," I put my helmet on my head, and the soldiers around me followed me with their helmets, "we're going to beat up that bastard!" Are you going? ”

He thought for a moment, then slipped the sausage into the package, the slimy oil staining his sleeves. Then he also put on his helmet and grabbed a stick in his hand, "Go!" Why not! ”

Before Giovanni could react, a few of us were already rushing out.