On the flat commercial road from Lucesien to Tyniec, a green mule pulled a four-wheeled carriage filled with grain and creaked forward slowly. A rider in armor and a sword straddled the horse in front, and two strong followers walked behind.
"Odo, did you really knock down several people by yourself yesterday?" Ron pestered Odo to tell him the story of yesterday's fight at the construction site.
"Well, really, I can defeat a group of guys who bully others all day long. If the guards from the monastery hadn't arrived in time, I would have beaten that goatee to death. That guy is a laborer. The people in the guild have been bullying us foreign refugees all day long. "
"If I had been there at that time, I would have rushed up to help you beat up those thugs." Ron was very sorry to miss the wonderful group fight yesterday.
“Brother Ron, group fights are no joke. If it really turns out to be a red eye, it’s not a big deal. Maybe one blow from the stick will make you see God. Alas, if I hadn’t been bullied to the point of being unbearable, I really wouldn’t want to take the guys there. If you fight against those bastards and have no money for medical treatment, your life will be lost." Odo was obviously still worried about the injured men lying in the haystack in the shack area, wondering whether the half-god and half-witch doctor could heal their injuries.
"God bless!" Odo thought silently in his heart.
Ron noticed the worry in Odo's heart, patted Odo's shoulder and comforted: "Brother Odo, don't worry, the doctor has treated them, and also brought them some food yesterday, they will definitely be able to get through it."
After Odo and others confirmed to join Art's patrol team yesterday, the young patrol officer showed his generosity and kindness. He advanced the salary of thirty pfennigs to each of the three people so that they could settle down to the south. In addition, he also gave Odo fifty pounds of grain to bring to the injured brothers in the slum area.
With Art's consent, Odo asked Bas to accompany Kazak back to the village to take his disabled father to live in the shanty town of Lucese. Odo gave his shack to Kazak so that his father could live and recuperate. In addition, Odo also gave Kazak ten pfennigs of his salary in advance to buy more food for his father. The remaining twenty pfennigs were given to the seriously injured Albert's family. He hoped that the money would last until Albert recovered from his injury and worked.
After making an agreement with Kazak and Bas to meet up in Tyniec as soon as possible, Odo returned to his shack and wrapped himself in a shabby burlap jacket. He rolled a deep copper pot into a tattered animal skin blanket and tied it on his shoulders. He piled a thick oak stick on the grass pile, closed the wooden door, bid farewell to the laborers, and followed Ater southward alone.
Ron admired Otto's loyalty and generosity, and the two quickly became friends.
"By the way, Odo, can you teach me how to fight?" Ron looked at Odo with pleading eyes.
Odo turned his head and smiled at Ron, and said: "There is nothing to learn in fighting, just pick up a stick and swing it all over your head and face."
Odo thought about it again, and said: "But it seems that there are some skills..."
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On the journey back south, due to the carriage of grain and the slippery snowy road, Art and his party were much slower. It was not until the evening of the seventh day after leaving Lucesien that the three of them arrived at a forest half a day's walk from the county town of Tyniec.
With Ron and Odo by his side, Art did not need to do such trivial matters as feeding the mules and horses, collecting firewood and making fires. He was sitting on a dry stone bed skinning a hare with a dagger.
In order to rush back to Tyniec as early as possible, Art did not stop at Letsri and Engelberg for repairs. On the road for many days, a few people slept in the open air, ate rye bread and drank wheat paste every day. Ron and Odo were very used to it, but Art couldn't stand the bland taste in his mouth. At noon, he left the team and went into the woods beside the road, and soon caught a fat hare.
Ron had already lit the fire, and Art skewered the skinned and gutted hare with branches and placed it next to the fire for roasting. After a while, a burst of burning aroma came out~
Art turned the roasted rabbit in his hand and said to Ron, who was stirring the wheat paste in the copper pot with a wooden spoon: "Ron, where is Odo? Go and ask him to come over and eat some rabbit. "Meat."
Ron put his mouth to the edge of the wooden spoon, tasted a little, smacked his lips, and replied: "Odo went to collect firewood. He said it was cold at night, and the fire would be warmer."
Art glanced at the forest, and then turned to stare at the roasted rabbit~
Knock! Art's heart trembled......
Holding a large bundle of dead branches in his hand, Odo came towards Art and the two from the woods. He slowly approached the fire, walked around Ron, and gently placed the dead branches next to Art. Then he whispered in Art's ear: "Sir, someone in the forest is following us. They are watching us~" After that, he stood up and patted the broken leaves and dead grass on his chest as if nothing had happened.
"Ron, there's someone in the woods! Don't turn around and look!" Art tore off a piece of meat from the roast rabbit and stuffed it into Ron's hand. Then he slowly stood up, scooped a spoonful of wheat porridge from the copper pot, put it to his mouth and took a sip. He said loudly, "Ron! This wheat paste has no taste at all. Go get some salt." Art made a bow gesture toward Ron.
Ron stretched and stood up, staggering towards the carriage.
On the other side of the woods, a scarred man with long hair and shoulder-length hair was hiding behind a fallen dead tree. Behind him lay two guys holding pointed wooden spears. Scarface moved his gaze behind a mound on the left and nodded to a guy holding a broadaxe, indicating that everything was normal~
There were six people ambushing in the forest. Among them were four refugees fleeing north, a habitual bandit on the border, and five of them were led by a Provencal deserter named Scarface Hus.
Housth was burning, killing and looting in the southern border area a few months ago. His team once grew to more than 20 people. However, later, while fighting for a village with about ten households, he got into a fight with a group of ruthless bandits composed of deserters. Seven or eight of them were killed on the spot. Hus retreated into the wilderness.
Misfortune never comes singly. After wandering in the wilderness for more than ten days, Hus decided to take the remaining accomplices to sack a small village called Lane. Unexpectedly, this small village, which usually only had two or three manor guards, actually had a bearded knight in iron armor and several riders with armored spears rushing out.
Hus's team was almost completely wiped out. Only Hus, who had been stabbed in the face, and a habitual bandit among his men escaped. The two of them did not dare to continue to be bandits in the south, so they abducted four more refugees fleeing from the north to operate in the area north of Tyniec.
Scarface has been following this grain transport team for most of the day from noon today. Intimidated by the opponent's long swords and short bows, they have not made a move. It was not until the three of them entered the woods that Scarface felt that the time had come~
Scarface saw a guy on the opposite side walking toward the carriage, fearing something might happen. He raised his hand and waved forward, and the bandits who were lying in ambush on both sides rushed out screaming.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ron rushed to the side of the carriage, grabbed the riding bow quiver with his left hand and threw it at Art, and with his right hand, he held the hilt of the sword and pulled the sword out of its sheath ~
At turned around and caught the riding bow thrown by Ron with one hand, carelessly Pulling out a light arrow from the quiver, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strong man holding a battle ax rushing towards him. Art ignored his aim and raised his hand to release the string. The flat-headed light arrow grazed the strong man's shoulder and pierced the left arm of a scar face behind him. The huge impact caused the scar face to stagger and fall to the ground. At this moment, the strong man had raised his ax to strike at Art's head. Before he could pull out the second arrow, Art smashed out the riding bow in his hand, rolled sideways towards the strong man, and pulled out the dagger from his waist.
Before he could react when he fended off the strong man riding the bow, he felt a sharp cold pain in his thigh, and he suddenly became weak. Art kicked off his right leg, stopped rolling, and raised his body to pounce towards the strong man on the ground. The strong man moved to the left out of instinct, and Art jumped into the air. The strong man turned over and pressed on him, and choked Art with his right hand. He used his left hand to grab the dagger in Art's hand. In desperation, Art picked up a handful of dirt with his left hand and applied it to the strong man's eyes. The strong man took back his left hand and wiped the dirt from his eyes. Art suddenly raised his right hand holding the dagger. There was a crisp sound of the sharp blade breaking bones, and the dagger was inserted into the strong man's head from his left ear...
On the other side, Ron was surrounded by two guys holding pointed wooden spears. He held the sword with both hands, lowered his body and swiped hard at the lower body of the two opponents. The two guys were frightened and took several steps back. Ron took advantage of the situation and rushed towards one of them with his long sword, shouting and slashing. The opponent blocked with a wooden spear, and the wooden spear was cut in half by the long sword. The guy was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. Ron was about to put away his sword and stab him, when a wooden spear next to him pierced Ron's thigh. Seeing Ron being stabbed down, the wooden spear in the robber's hand rushed towards his waist and abdomen again.
Ron's life was hanging by a thread. Art didn't care about dealing with Scarface who fell to the ground not far away from an arrow. He quickly pulled out the dagger from the strong man's head and threw it at the guy holding the spear beside Ron. Just hearing the sound of "Ah", the severe pain and spasm made the spear-bearing bandit take off the wooden spear in his hand, and tried to turn around and pull out the dagger on his back, but fell to the ground in pain...
Comparing Art's thrilling situation and Ron's crisis, Odo's side was much easier. The two guys holding wooden forks in front of him were more like honest farmers holding farm tools than robbers. Odo casually picked up a burning stick in the fire and rushed over without fear. He blocked it left and right, and swung at his opponents repeatedly. The firewood sticks hit the flesh, causing sparks to fly from the two of them, making them unable to parry. Within a moment, the two of them dropped their wooden forks and fled into the woods with their heads in hand...
The situation was over. Scarface quickly dropped the long knife in his hand, struggled to get up while covering his bleeding shoulder from the arrow, and ran away. The guy who was lying on the ground also ran away with his hands and feet and peeing...
Odo ran over and picked up the broadaxe beside the strong man and chased after him. Art shouted loudly and signaled not to pursue. Then he rushed over to help Ron, who was screaming in pain, and checked carefully. Fortunately, the wooden spear was not sharp enough. It only pierced the flesh and did not damage the bones. He handed Ron over to Odo. After bandaging and treating the wound, Art turned around and picked up the long sword on the ground. Holding the hilt, he raised it above his head and dropped it heavily, pinning the guy who was stabbed in the back by the dagger to the ground. He died...
A counter-ambush battle ended in less than a glass of wine. Regardless of calculations, Art and the three counterattacked decisively without being prepared, killing two of the opponents with one person slightly injured, and the other four were all beaten back... "Ah, it hurts me to death. Brother Otto, will I die?" Ron held his right leg and rolled on the ground in pain.
"Okay, I just pricked some flesh, it's not that easy to die. Stop yelling, are you so brave, you still help me beat someone?" Odo pulled off a piece of cloth from his trouser leg, and pricked Ron's right leg in a circle, barely stopping the bleeding.
Matt has already patrolled the surrounding area to confirm that the robbers have run away.
"How is it, Ron is okay?"
"Sir, he (I) is fine"
"Okay, Odo, pack up quickly, it's not safe here and we leave as soon as possible."
Odo got up to collect the weapons scattered on the ground, and stripped off the clothes and belongings of the two guys on the ground.
Hate harnessed the carriage and led the horse, and put Ron on the carriage. Before leaving, he turned around and picked up a broadaxe, chopped off the heads of the two robbers on the ground and threw them onto the carriage.
This sudden move by Art frightened both Ron and Odo.
"Old Master, what are you doing?" Ron did not dare to look directly at the two bloody heads with open mouths and eyes placed beside him.
"Ron, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living..."