Chapter 42: Launching an Attack Below

  Dean reappeared in the small square of the military camp, fully dressed again. By that time, Aike had already gathered his team of twelve people.

  "What happened at the outpost, I think you've already heard - those bandits, brutally murdered our Colonel Potts and many comrades. We must avenge; because they have tested us, if we retreat weakly, their next target may be Thier town, where your relatives and friends live!"

  Dylan was very clear: if he wanted to get revenge for Potts, he had to exaggerate the facts a bit.

  Otherwise, with Pochi's personality, no one here would be willing to risk their lives.

  Fortunately, thanks to his previous groundwork, such a statement was already very easy to accept.

  "We can't let those guys enter Tyltown!"

  "Take them down!"

  "Squad leader, I'm going to kill them!"

  ……

  The emotions of young people were quickly mobilized, and they shouted loudly one after another.

  "Great!"

  Dein nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the militiaman beside him and said: "Maher, you're in charge of those who stay behind, including five people... No, I don't doubt your bravery and strength, it's just that we need support - you see, bandits who can annihilate Captain Pots' team must be very powerful; so, we need a backup! Of course, this backup isn't you guys!"

  Looking at his subordinates, who were initially excited but then calmed down and leaned in to listen, Dean pointed towards the direction of Tiel Town and said: "One day, you need to wait for one day. If we don't come back, you need to report to Baron Tiel immediately, got it?"

  "Yes, Captain!"

  Fu Bing Ma He nodded slightly.

  "Then, let's set off!"

  Dean looked around at the young people's excited or worried faces, then finally withdrew his gaze, swung his arm forcefully and shouted loudly.

  Whether it's hesitation or fear, Dean believes that after experiencing real combat, these emotions will be swept away and replaced by courage and perseverance.

  This is an inevitable process for every new recruit to become a veteran.

  He also came through like this back then.

  It was just that at the time it was the Grand Duchess who had been waving her arms in front of him, whereas now he was doing exactly the same thing in front of a group of rookie soldiers.

  Of course, it's just similar in nature.

  He didn't achieve the feat of five hundred cavalrymen facing forty thousand, at most it was just an imitation - fifteen hundred men facing three legions, not even thirty thousand people, ultimately still ended in destruction; this and the Duchess's triumphant return were really too far apart, to the point where Dune thought he was a clumsy imitator.

  So Dean knew he still had a lot to learn.

  Sitting upright on his horse, Dean moved forward at a steady pace, as did the militiamen behind him - although the heavy snow had stopped falling, there was still enough snow on the road to prevent the horses from galloping; in fact, if it weren't for the need to conserve energy for the upcoming battle, Dean would have preferred to walk.

  After all, the current speed is just a little bit faster than walking.

  However, the militiamen behind him did not think so. The moment they rode on horseback, they were instantly attracted by this wonderful animal - although it was not the first time to ride a horse, but usually some horses pulling carts, and real war horses are simply incomparable.

  Not only powerful and majestic, but also with even more endurance and acceleration.

  If it weren't for the unsuitable snow on the ground, they would absolutely try out these warhorses' speed.

  As he watched the excitement of his subordinates, Dean guessed that during Potts' reign, apart from feeding the horses, these young people had never really ridden them.

  However, it is precisely because of feeding the horses, brushing their coats and shoveling horse manure that these young people have established a true friendship with the horses. Even if they only understand some basic riding skills, riding on these horses is not at all strenuous - in fact, a true knight needs to personally feed the horses, brush their coats and shovel horse manure in order to deepen his feelings for his mount.

  Of course, with Captain Potts' temperament, it's obviously impossible.

  Deane gently stroked the mount of Captain Potts, adjusting his seat to make it more comfortable, so as not to be frightened by the snow and the unfamiliar surroundings.

  No doubt Dean did a great job.

  Along the way, the horse under him and his coordination became more and more tacit, even when they arrived at the sentry post, Dean was already able to command the horse through some physical gestures and whistling - apart from the adaptability of the warhorse, it was mostly due to Dean's skill.

  After all, the taming skills from that female grand duke are absolutely the secret art of the Jade Imperial Family.

  "Squad leader, Ake!"

  Xilun, who had already received the news, had been waiting for a moment and immediately came forward to greet Dean and his party.

  "How is it going?"

  Dien dismounted and asked while turning over.

  Those guys are elated, apparently they think they've gotten a good deal and are feeling very pleased with themselves!

  The robust militia captain gave such an evaluation with disdain.

  "Pick up cheap?"

  Dean asked knowingly.

  "I've re-examined the scene of the first battle, and it's clear that Captain Potts was ambushed by those guys after he encountered the snow bear... what a crappy luck!"

  The information given by the robust militiaman captain set the tone for this 'unexpected' visit of Captain Potts.

  "Perhaps they have led Captain Potts into a trap!"

  Another militia captain expressed a different view. Xilun was taken aback, then thought for a moment and nodded, saying: "It's also very possible!"

  "Neither of them can be an obstacle for us to take them down!"

  Dean said resolutely.

  ……

  Hahaha...

  Such a loud and clear laughter, mixed with the sound of wine pouring, came from one side of the village. As the leader here, Xibul, this bandit leader with half barbarian blood, was truly proud at this moment - if he hadn't discovered that trace of blood, how could he have achieved his current gains?

  Look at his armor!

  Entirely made of steel, with long swords, even more sharp and unyielding.

  Although the armor was damaged and somewhat small, under his "modification", it was enough to be worn as a half-body armor.

  The long sword was not as handy as his wolf-toothed club, but it was deeply loved by him, especially when a single sword went down and cut out a crack in one corner of the wolf-toothed club. The long sword only had some rolled edges, and this half-barbarian bandit leader decided to use this long sword as his new weapon.

  What about the place with the rolling blades?

  He will find a way to settle it, as long as he takes out two bags of grain, the elders of those barbarians will help him handle it.

  Knock, knock...

  A whole bag of liquor, enough to knock three strong men to the ground, was drunk by this half-barbarian bandit leader and then, without a care, he picked up another one.

  It is clear that the barbarian's bloodline not only made him exceptionally tall and robust, but also gave his internal organs corresponding strength; otherwise, even someone of similar stature would be unable to withstand the subsequent invasion of alcohol.

  And similarly, as Siebel's confidants, the robbers who had obtained the elite armor and weapons of the Fecharl Knights were also celebrating wildly like their leader.

  They didn't worry at all about so-called revenge.

  After all, this is just their temporary base, and the real old nest is in the depths of the snowy forest - where it's not a place where more people can gain victory.

  So they just plan to celebrate properly now.

  It's worth knowing that after dawn tomorrow, they will return, bringing with them the harvest of this trip - apart from their armor and weapons in hand, on the other side of this large hall excavated from the mountain cave, there are piles of grain, dried meat, and pickled vegetables.

  Of course, there were also a few scattered coins on the ground, including some gold pounds, silver angles and copper sons.

  As for how these things came about?

  As a robber, it is natural to obtain materials and money by means of robbery.

  "Let's split the bill!"

  Xībù ěr yī bǎ zhuō qǐ le nà ge qián dài zǐ, jiāng jǐn de sān sì méi jīnpǔdùn zhāo zài shǒu zhōng hòu, lì kè, jiāng shèng xià de qián dài zǐ rēng xiàng le miànqián de xīnfǔ men.

  In an instant, these robbers were like hungry wolves, pouncing on that money bag.

  Compared to others who are also walking in the dark, the distribution of spoils among robbers and bandits is more direct and effective - whoever has the bigger fist gets to take more.

  Ah!!!!!!!

  Just as the robbers were scrambling for the silver and copper coins on the ground, a mournful cry suddenly rang out, followed by a second and third.

  The barbarian chieftain, with a fierce cry, grasped his long sword and rushed out, followed closely by the other bandits - if they didn't want to be held accountable later.

  It's worth noting that the barbarian's bloodline made their leader physically strong and robust, but also made him hot-tempered and quick to anger.

  After no less than a few people were killed by an enraged Xie Buluo, they knew what to do afterwards.

  However, after following their leader out of the cave, the robbers were stunned, and Siebel was also stunned - because in front of them, there was only one person!

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