Before nightfall, the whistling cavalry had already driven back to the mine town.

The town of Mines was quiet at night, and there was little sound except for the whispers coming from the homes of some of the town's people.

The return of the cavalry team can be regarded as a ripple in the calm mining town.

Billy, the town elder, grabbed Carl uneasily since Locke and the others left, and asked him to accompany him at the entrance of the town.

Chewing on the dinner that his mother-in-law had just brought him, old Billy talked to Carl while looking sideways at the road outside the town.

Carl knew the scruples of old Billy, and smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, just a few thieves." ”

Although Carl reassured Billy Sr., people can't stop thinking about things when they get old, and Old Billy has suffered from these thieves all these years.

As soon as the cavalry squadron led by Locke returned, old Billy didn't care about the bread in his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and ran over.

There was a lot of movement among the cavalrymen coming back, and most of the townspeople of the mine town ran out to see the cavalry that had just returned.

The dull sound of the iron-clad horses' hooves stepping on the ground, coupled with the orderly queue of the cavalry squadron, made every villager feel a sense of security from the bottom of their hearts.

The group of cavalry almost returned bathed in blood, and many people smelled an indissolvable smell of blood from a long distance.

Old Billy endured the discomfort of his sense of smell and stepped forward.

The leader of the cavalry is Locke, the bright yellow armor has been stained red with blood at this time, and the last sunset has not yet set on the horizon in the distance, in the eyes of others, Locke is like a blood-colored demon god.

"How's the situation?" Although the answer had already been guessed from the momentum of the returning cavalry, Old Billy couldn't help but ask, because it was dark, and he didn't know if the cavalry had also been reduced.

Locke answered Old Billy's question with action, and with a whistle sounded, each cavalryman threw upwards the sacks tied to the legs of their horses, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by scattered blood and water.

Some bold townspeople were bold enough to walk in and see what was in the bag, "Vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the scene bent over and vomited.

Old Billy, the closest to Delocke, was the one who could see it most clearly, and the head thrown from Locke's hand was the leader of the Red Maple Thieves, who had infested their mine town most frequently and caused the most damage, and this man with a scar on his face had even come to the town last month to extort a good sum of money and food.

Now, however, Billy Sr. only saw his head, and a scar on his face, which had been twisted and deformed from the pain he had endured in some unknown way, like a multi-legged centipede lying on a winter melon, made Old Billy gag.

Old Billy deserves to be the mayor of the town, and quickly adjusted, "There won't be any fish that slip through the net, right?", because of the existence of horses, if someone escapes, their next mining town will face endless ambitions.

"No, it won't. It was Karl who answered for Locke, and he patted old Billy on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, no one can escape under the hooves of the baron's cavalry, let alone Locke leading the team." ”

Old Billy was still suspicious, but he did not show it, for he did not see the spare horses and the treasure that the Red Maple had stolen.

Carl was not interested in popularizing the powerful combat power of the low-level squire to old Billy, and he didn't think carefully about old Billy's careful thoughts, so he stepped forward and shouted at Locke, "You go back, I'll watch from the town!"

Locke, who was wearing armor, nodded, kicked the horse's buttocks, and rode in the direction of Maple Leaf Village.

The remaining cavalry, under the command of Karl, entered the mine town in an orderly manner for repairs.

Riding a horse, galloping on a bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in the helmet was very solemn, and he suddenly found that he was already a lot different from normal people.

When the cavalry returned victorious, he was greeted not by the cheers of the townspeople of the mining town, but by surprise and a sense of distance, and he could even see fear in the eyes of many people looking at him.

Whether it is Locke or Kaidozi, the soldiers who have returned have been indifferent to blood and death, not to mention dozens of heads, even more spectacular and tragic they have also seen, and the smell of blood is simply trivial to them.

But ordinary civilians are different, more than half of the mine townspeople who felt such a strong smell of blood at close range covered their mouths and wanted to vomit, as for what they didn't vomit, they just smelled strange, and didn't see what was in the cloth bag.

Riding a horse galloping in the night, a little starlight had just been revealed, and Locke could already see the big tree at the entrance of Maple Village.

Without rushing into the village, Locke rode to the river at the entrance of the village.

In March, the river has thawed, but it still exudes a chill, especially at night.

After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water, and the biting river water stimulated Locke's nerves, and also washed away the smell and blood stains on his body.

His horse tilted its head and snorted as he watched his master do such a strange act, as if mocking Locke's nerves.

Locke in the water saw that there was also a lot of blood left on the horse's body, and the war horse let out a frightened neigh, and was ruthlessly dragged into the water by Locke, and Locke, who was a low-level squire, can now compare to a brown bear with pure arm strength.

After three minutes of waiting, the smell was almost gone, and Locke jumped ashore.

The horse didn't seem to be very good at swimming, and fluttered wildly in the water, but Locke finally used a little fighting spirit, and pulled the war horse ashore without danger, even he, a low-level squire, had no interest in resisting a horse's hooves without armor or fighting spirit.

The horses that had come ashore looked at Locke with some trepidation, and let out a low roar.

Locke turned over and got on his horse, and without too much movement, the war horse ran on its own, shaking the fur on its body as it ran, and as soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no water droplets on his body.

There were still a few soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village at this time, all of whom he asked to stay when he left during the day today, and the soldiers were very conscientious, and no one was lazy.

"Big Brother Locke!" As soon as they got closer, the soldiers who stayed behind recognized the comer, Locke's armor was too iconic.

"Yes. Locke under the armor responded, "You don't have to guard them all, just take turns watching them in two batches." With a word, Locke rode away.

"Yes!" the soldiers replied from behind him.

When he arrived at the door of his house, the gate had been opened, and old Locke knew that Locke was the captain of the cavalry, and as soon as there was the sound of horses' hooves in the village, he knew that his son had returned, so he came out and opened the gate.

Sure enough, it was indeed their son.

Tia went to close the courtyard gate, and old Locke looked in amazement at the war horse that Locke had brought back.

"It's stronger than the horses in the town's post station, and it's much more energetic than the baron's caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand, intending to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the horse took two steps back, and looked at Old Locke vigilantly, one of his hind legs was already half-raised, as if he would kick up at any moment.

"Huh?" Locke glared, and a palm was gently placed on the horse's back at some point, and the war horse was instantly quiet like a quiet baby, allowing old Locke to mess with its beautiful fur.

"Why are you still wet, take off your clothes, and I'll let Leah wash you!" Tia was more concerned about other things.

Taking off the heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes inside to Leah, who had been watching for a long time.

"Have you eaten? I'll go back to the house and get it for you, there's still leftovers." Tia asked.

"Not yet. Locke replied.

When Tia heard this, she immediately turned around and went into the house to get food for Locke, and there were two pieces of bread and half a pot of vegetable soup left over for dinner, just enough for Locke to eat as soon as he was hot.

"What does this horse eat?" Old Locke was still paying attention to the war horse that Locke brought back, this originally handsome war horse was turned over by Old Locke two or three times like a big hedgehog.

"Leave it alone, starve. Locke replied lightly that it was his negligence, that there was no fodder for the horses in the village, and that if he wanted to feed it, he would have to go to town to-morrow.

However, it is a high-class war horse of the cavalry squadron, and it is not a big problem to be hungry for a day or two, and sometimes when the army is in a hurry, it is normal for the war horse not to eat for a day and a night.

Fortunately, the war horse did not understand human language, otherwise it would have cried to death, and it was tired and tired to follow Locke for a day, and in the end not only took a cold shower, but also couldn't eat dinner.

Because of the day of fighting, today Locke lay down early.

Leah was still helping with Locke's laundry, and from this dress, Leah seemed to smell something strange.

I put my nose up and sniffed it, and a faint smell of blood came into Leah's nose, more of a man's breath belonging to Locke.

Leah blushed and hurriedly pressed her clothes into the water, she didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it wasn't Locke's.

When Locke undressed just now, although there were many scars on his body, they were all scabs from old wounds, and Leah didn't find any other wounds.

As if thinking of the solid muscles that Locke had just showed, Leah's heart was even more confused, and she could only rub her hands vigorously on her clothes.

Tia had fallen asleep, but old Locke hadn't.

He always felt that he should feed this war horse something, otherwise what would happen to the animal if he starved to death, and if he starved to death, he might have to pay how much he would have to lose.

The more Old Locke thought about it, the more he felt reasonable, and he got up in the middle of the night and went to the firewood room, and the war horse was placed here by Locke.

In the firewood room, the horse stared at the intruding old Locke spiritually, and it remembered the terrifying shadow left by its master, and did not dare to make a mistake to the old man.

He snorted impatiently, thinking that old Locke had come to play with its fur again, and consciously leaned his neck over, wanting to finish the matter quickly.

A few pieces of potato crumbs and rice potato scraps appeared in Old Locke's hands, and the horse stared down at something he had never touched before.

The horse's nose leaned over and sniffed it, can you eat it?

It was old Locke's smiling eyes that answered it.

It wasn't until ten o'clock the next day that Locke woke up, stretched his waist, and played the routine boxing technique, although no one else taught him, but these moves that he had figured out by himself, Locke felt that it was very useful.

It was planned to go to the town at noon to see if Hans had returned, but the plan was put on hold.

Because his war horse seems to have eaten a bad stomach.

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