Chapter 41: Launching an Attack Upwards

  At the last moment of dusk, Xi Leng led his team of twelve people out of the military camp and headed to the sentinel at the edge of the snowy forest. By the time the sky was completely dark, the figures of the young militiamen had long since disappeared - in order to defend their homeland, these passionate young people undoubtedly used 120% of their strength.

  "Aike, what I said tonight, have your men and auxiliary soldiers work together for the night patrol. If anything happens, be sure to wake me up!"

  Deane gave some orders to another militiaman before returning to his own room.

  "Yes, Captain!"

  The lean militia captain answered loudly, and the surrounding militiamen also saluted Dean as he left - this was not ordered by Dean, but a rule of every knight squad, whether local or the central knight squad in Emerald City.

  However, when facing their original leader Pots, these militiamen were reluctant, but when facing Dean, they were willing.

  Even though this new team leader has just taken office.

  At the very least, he was generous and had a clear distinction between public and private matters, and he had the demeanor that a true noble should have. These points alone were enough to win over these simple-minded young men, not to mention that this young commander also had quite impressive martial skills - although it wasn't in the true sense of combat, but that 'pre-dinner exercise' allowed these young hunters to see the commander's agility and uncommon skill.

  And the latter is something that even the original Captain Potts didn't have.

  After all, they had also seen the captain with the true knight title practicing in the empty space of the square, and it was a straightforward slash, without any technique to speak of.

  Perhaps stronger in terms of power, but in terms of technique, this new captain is undoubtedly more formidable.

  This is what the people in the square unanimously believe.

  As for the origin of these techniques?

  Nature is what these young people thought of their new squad leader's 'family' - rumor has it that every aristocratic family with a long history has some sort of secret technique.

  And their new captain undoubtedly inherited such mysterious skills.

  As for the thoughts of the militia under his command, Dean could guess one or two, but he would absolutely not explain them. He needed such thoughts to control the entire Knights' Order faster - of course, it was not enough to influence these young militiamen, and that Baron also had to be influenced.

  In fact, up until now, the latter has been Dean's main goal.

  "Here and here......and also here......"

  Dean returned to the room and didn't rest, he lay on a map, carefully examining it - this map recording the surrounding area of Tyrol within a hundred kilometers was one of the few useful items left by Pots.

  At this moment, Dean is marking several points on this map.

  Of course, such markings are mostly just a few taps with your fingers.

  Deinco didn't have the luxury of being marked directly on the map; after all, each map was made at a considerable cost, and the first one required an amount of gold that would make even a middle-class family despair. So, such maps could only exist in the hands of territorial noble families, and sometimes, this first map within their territory was even a symbol of the heir's identity.

  Simply put, whoever has the map of the first territory has a significant initiative in fair competition.

  As for the expensive first territory map?

  That's natural, after all, it requires the help of a witch doctor, and as is well known, anything related to witches represents high cost.

  The map in Dean's hand, although not the first map of Tylor Territory, was just a copy from Baron Tylor's hand, but such a copy also required ten gold pounds - and before that, Dean equipped his own archers, if you don't count the auxiliary soldiers, the price of the bows and arrows needed for the two teams of militia would be around ten gold pounds.

  Although Dean seemed indifferent to Kimpton at first glance, he actually didn't truly care about Kimpton.

  In fact, he needs Kimpton more than ever.

  After all, he needs a well-equipped and battle-hardened team, and such a team can only be formed by accumulating experience.

  Of course, that's what happens afterwards. For now, Dean is just filling in his plan for after dawn tomorrow.

  That's right, tomorrow morning will be bright.

  As long as there isn't a big mistake, his subordinate militia will definitely find the 'bandit's trail'!

  Faced with such 'killed' Knights Templar leader bandits, Dean would not let them have any chance of survival, so he must annihilate them.

  Facing bandits, as long as you are well-prepared, victory is not too difficult to achieve.

  However, I want to annihilate them completely.

  It's no ordinary difficulty, especially in the snowy forest, even more so.

  Dense jungle, thick snow, and uncertain mountain ridges and canyons all presented formidable obstacles to pursuit; therefore, Deane had to set up several ambushes in advance, leaving the bandits no place to escape.

  And this is absolutely not something simple.

  So Dean had to deliberate and think repeatedly.

  ……

  The sky gradually brightened, and the darkness left Tiel once again. After a night of cold wind, Tiel was even colder in the early morning, and even the militiamen who had added cotton clothes were shrinking their necks at this time - however, they did not slack off as usual, although they stood in the sheltered area, but their eyes were all looking around.

  After all, in the hearts of these simple and young people, there is still a pure idea that you are good to me, I am good to you.

  And undoubtedly, Dean was good enough for them.

  So they would return Dean's favors in these places.

  "Someone!"

  The morning light was not very good, but in this dim light, the young hunters were able to lock onto their target far beyond what ordinary people could do. The two young men looked at each other and immediately took out their bows and arrows from their animal skin bags - the dampness and cold had taken a toll on the bowstrings. Having grown up following their fathers, these young men naturally knew how to protect their bows and arrows.

  What about the animal skin bag for storing bows and arrows?

  This was a gift that came with the bow and arrow I bought yesterday, made by the wives and mothers of those hunters. Not only is it sturdy and durable, but also quite lightweight.

  "Halt!"

  With a loud shout, it was an arrow full of warning meaning - thirty paces away, the arrow steadily fell in front of the opponent's five feet, and anyone who saw this arrow would not doubt that the archer was intentional, otherwise, he would have been killed with one arrow.

  "It's me, Chad!"

  The person opposite stopped in his tracks, shouting loudly, and when this familiar voice appeared, two young people, one ran to the sentry post to inform their captain, while the other took two steps forward and supported this physically somewhat exhausted comrade.

  "What's wrong, Chad?"

  The thin and weak militia captain ran out of the sentry post.

  "Captain Ake, something's happened! Colonel Potts and them... they..."

  The militiaman who brought the news spoke hastily, but because he was too hasty, he couldn't get the words out.

  "What's wrong with them? Speak slowly!"

  The militia captain patted his back and comforted him.

  "They're all dead!"

  The militiamen, who had calmed down emotionally, finally spoke out this news.

  "What?!"

  The militia captain was shocked and subconsciously exclaimed; however, the next moment, he reacted that such a thing was not something he could handle, and he needed to inform his regimental commander.

  "Chad, you go to the hall first, I'll report to the captain!"

  The militia captain said as he ran towards Dean's room.

  In fact, Dean, who had only experienced a short sleep, was already up and had sorted out all the weapons and equipment that needed to be prepared for today's departure when the militia shot arrows as a warning.

  So after Ike arrived, Dean quickly went out and walked towards the hall with his own militia captain, listening to Chad's report.

  "After we entered the outpost last night, Captain Siren arranged for people to take turns keeping watch and resting. Some of us went out to scout around; in the direction of the snowy forest, Captain Siren found some suspicious things - some big trees had fallen without reason, at first we thought it was a snow bear, but when searching nearby, we found Ryder's corpse, a stripped body, then were Cesso and others... Finally, near a bandit camp, we found Colonel Potts' corpse!"

  Chad spoke in a somewhat clear language.

  "What about Xiren and the others?"

  Deen asked immediately after Chad's voice had just fallen.

  "After the captain simply confirmed the situation, he took us back to the sentry post and let me come back to report. They all entered a state of alert!"

  Chad replied immediately.

  But when he heard Chad's response, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart - in fact, the part of the entire plan that was least under his control was this link.

  He was worried that young Xi Lin would rush into battle with the bandits and suffer unavoidable losses.

  In fact, if it weren't for Xilien's 'Knight Qualification' and his later performance, Dean would have rather sent the cautious Aik.

  Fortunately, however, his opponent did not disappoint him.

  "Ai Ke, bring your people, we're setting off!"

  Dean stood up from his seat and announced immediately.

  "Yes, Captain!"

  The thin and weak militia captain nodded in response.

  PS: Seeking support~~~~ Lying on the ground and rolling around seeking support~~~~