In a small manor called Wincheston fifteen miles south of Tyniec, Sheriff Bob led a large group of people in the manor to wait for the team coming from the north.
· Standing next to Bob was the owner of the manor, who looked anxious. The manor owner glanced at the north and asked uneasily: "Master Bob, do you think that if Master Pierre finds out about our doing this, will we be punished?"
· Bob picked the pieces of meat between his teeth with the middle finger of his right hand and tilted his head. He glanced at the owner of the manor and said contemptuously: "I say Eote, you have only achieved this, no wonder you haven't been knighted after so many years~ If the deputy palace minister hadn't seen your dead father serving him as a slave for many years, your manor would have been taken back long ago. Can you also fight for your reputation and get the title of lifelong knight like your father~"
Seeing that Iot still had a worried look on his face, Bob comforted him: "I have found out clearly that this guy has no backing in the palace, and even the identity of the religious guard is fake. The city gate guard told me that half a year ago this guy was a hunter competing with wild beasts for food! He has no power, what are you afraid of?"
"Ah? A hunter pretending to be a religious guard. Guard! Then you go tell Lord Pierre! This is a serious crime. "
"Hmph, I told him a long time ago, but Lord Pierre not only did not hold any guilt, but he actually gave the weapons, food, and wages promised to me to the bastard! I tolerated it in the city, and now that the bastard comes out, I have to make him spit out everything he has eaten." Bob said through gritted teeth.
“If you can help me accomplish this this time, I will go to the Deputy Prime Minister to intercede on your behalf and ask him to make you a lifelong knight.”
The manor owner glanced at the three manor guards and the five or six serfs holding farm tools and wooden forks who were following him. He also looked at the dozen sergeants from the security team holding swords and axes and a group of urban gangsters who came to help. He calmed down and said, "Okay, but if Lord Pierre is blamed in the future, you have to stop him."
Sheriff Bob sincerely looked down on the weakling in front of him. He ignored the owner of the manor and turned to a large group of people behind him and said: "Guys, give me a good beating of those bastards in a while. It doesn't matter if I kill one or two of the others except that bastard patrol officer. We will get back the money, food and materials, and everyone will have a share."
The people behind him cheered.
At this time, a sergeant from the security team ran to Bob from outside the manor and said: "Sir, they are almost here, but they have already discovered us." They have a sentry!"
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Unexpectedly, Arte encountered the first "enemy" since the team was first established as soon as the outline of Tyniec City disappeared behind him. I had long heard from the warehouse manager that Mr. Pierre had transferred the food and salary of the security team to the patrol team, thinking that the security team would come to trouble him, but after waiting for half a month in Tyniec, he still did not see Bob. Now it seems that this guy is planning to vomit out the bad water outside the city.
"Ron, continue to scout and find out their number, and don't get too close to prevent them from having bows and arrows."
Ron took the order to adjust the reins and rode the green mule towards Wincheston Manor.
"Everyone stop and line up."
"Odo, pull the carriage to the haystack over there and hide it." Art pulled out the knight's sword from his waist.
Ron came back and told the opponent's number of people and weapons status, and the entire patrol team assembled on a fallow land next to the road. After waiting for a long time, two men on horseback leading a dozen guys armed with long swords and short spears rushed out of the distant manor. Behind them were a group of farmers and ruffians holding farm tools, sticks and other various weapons.
Seeing Sheriff Bob riding a black horse and strolling seventy steps away, Art sat on the horse with a riding bow in hand, took out a light arrow from the front saddle quiver and put it on the bow string, stretched out his tongue to lick the wind, and then fully drew the bow string and aimed at Bob.
Hum~Swish~
Him The light arrow made of birch twists its shaft and floats towards the black horse on the opposite side at an angle of elevation.
Sheriff Bob, who was riding a horse with a large group of "warriors", felt extremely majestic at the moment. It wasn't until a light arrow fell from the sky that it hit the horse's head and sank into the hard soil, and Bob was so frightened that he stopped his horse.
· Bob looked at Art, who was riding a maroon horse about 70 or 80 steps away, and the patrol soldiers arrayed neatly behind him, and felt a little drumming in his heart for no reason.
"Eot, get the guys to line up for me, line up!"
Hunter behind Bob, a large group of noisy minions managed to stand in a crooked formation amidst the scoldings and sounds of sticks from several gangster leaders.
Att holds the bow and arrows in his right hand, takes the reins in his left hand and drives the horse forward, arriving more than twenty steps in front of Bob.
Pulled the reins and stopped the horse, Art shouted sternly: "Master Sheriff, what do you mean by this? Are you colluding with bandits and bandits to attack my patrol?"
Bob squirmed. Adam's apple swallowed a sip of saliva and forced himself to answer: "Art, you bastard, not only took away the weapons I wanted, but also took away the food and supplies that should belong to my security team. If you keep the food and supplies today, get out of here , I will not pursue it. If you dare to resist, I will let you and your wild dogs go to hell with your heads." Art glanced around the crooked formation behind Bob, and then took another look. Looking at the horse under Bob, he said contemptuously to Bob: "Are you worthy of riding such a good horse? What a pity for this horse."
Then he turned the horse's head and ran back to his formation.
Bob felt that his dignity had been greatly insulted. He turned his head and shouted at the leaders of the gangsters who were following closely behind him: "Tell the brothers, rush over and kill those bastards, and you will be rewarded with thirty pfennigs for each one."
Matt and Ron led the mules and horses behind and tied them up, and each walked to both sides of the line to cover the flanks.
"Border patrol, contradictory line formation, line up!"
"Roar!"
In the contradictory first-line formation, Odo is in the middle, holding a shield and a spear, staring intently at the people rushing towards him. Bass's first team is on the left, and Kazak's second team is on the right; Ron is standing on the far left with a shield and a sword, and Art is on the far right.
When they met, the other party's minions had already rushed to a distance of twenty steps, while the other party's two riders were far behind the team to "supervise the battle."
Jason, the assistant in the first group of the first team on the left side of the line formation, was taking steps forward step by step with the roar in his mouth. He felt that his throat was dry, his nose was bitter, and his hands holding the spear and shield were already sweating. If he hadn't caught a glimpse of the tall and powerful body of Chief Bass next to him, he would have almost turned around and ran away.
Seeing that a large group of guys armed with swords, axes, short spears, clubs, and wooden forks had rushed to a distance of about five steps, suddenly an order from the patrol officer came from the right - attack! !
Hang! roar! Roar~
Jason closed his eyes and thrust out the iron spear on the round shield!
"Three men fighting!"
Hearing this sound, Jason's mouth was filled with saliva, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His throat felt comfortable. He opened his eyes and leaned unconsciously beside Chief Bass. He raised his shield to block Bass's right wing, and then rushed towards the crowd with Chief Bass...
Bob stayed on the horse.
When the other party walked towards this side with a shield and a spear, he noticed something was wrong. But his sergeants and minions had already rushed out, and he couldn't make them stop.
until there was an "attack" from the opposite side, more than a dozen iron spears were thrust out at almost the same time. Although some of the iron spears missed the target, there were still two or three men who were stabbed by the iron spears before they could stop~
The two sides stood in a stalemate in front of the wooden shield for a moment. Seeing that their superior numbers were about to overwhelm the opponent's shield formation, the opponent's shield formation suddenly separated and turned into a formation of four or five people in a group of three.
Looking at the overall number of people, Bob has an obvious advantage, but when placed on each of the minions who are slashing and killing, it becomes one to deal with three enemies, and the three of them also formed a horns to cover each other, making it impossible to get close... ...
Even though they had the advantage in numbers, the security forces and the gangsters who were usually good at bullying the weak lacked real courage. After being chopped down and stabbed by five or six people, they finally turned back into rats crossing the street...
Att had stopped, and his steel knight sword was dripping with blood. He glanced at Odo, who was chasing him, and threw the short spear in his hand. The iron spear pierced a guy's back and pinned him to the ground. Bass was leading a combat team to chase the fleeing enemies, and Ron also followed behind Bass's combat team.
Matt ignored the fleeing minions, but stood on tiptoes to look for the fat guy.
"Bastard, rush back to me, come back!" Bob on the horse waved his sword and tried to stop the retreat of his minions, but the minions were frightened and just ran around as if they had grown four legs.
The big tree attracted the wind, and Bob on horseback became the target of Odo and Basroon who were chasing the fleeing enemy. Seeing that Bob was surrounded and trying to escape on horseback, Art quickly ran back to the haystack and got on the horse's back to pursue him.
Bob kicked the horse's belly hard with his spurs, and the horse under him leaped out of the siege and ran towards the manor. Bob was just glad to escape the siege and save his life. He subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him while riding on the horse. This sight made him tremble - Inspector Art, who was riding a maroon horse and holding a sword in his arms, looked at him. He galloped over...
Art held the rein in his left hand and chased Bob with the sword in his right hand. The two horses were getting closer and closer. Art clamped the horse's belly. The horse felt the owner's command and accelerated its pace. Art's long sword turned when it touched Bob, and the back of the sword slapped Bob hard on the back.
Bob was knocked off his horse and rolled to the ground.
Matt ran a few steps forward, jumped off his horse, came to Bob, and pointed his sword directly at the fat guy who fell to the ground and was about to expire. "My Lord Sheriff, are you still going to pursue me? Otherwise, please chop off my dog's head so that I can go to hell."
Bob was so painful that tears and snot flowed down his nose. The fear of death and the pain of falling from the horse made him tremble uncontrollably. He begged in a crying voice: "Please Sir Art, it's all my fault. Please forgive me. I am the Deputy Prime Minister of the Palace..."
At's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said fiercely: "Forgiving you is God's business, and I am only responsible for sending you to see God." After saying that, he raised the bloody sword in his hand and stabbed it fiercely.
"Ah!!!!" Bob's scream sounded~~
"Master, why did you leave that vicious dog alive? I would have just stabbed him to death with a sword." Ron followed Art with a bloody armed sword.
Matt did not kill Fat Bob, but in order to teach this annoying bastard a lesson, Art chopped off half of his ear.
During this battle with the security team, Simon, the leader of the Fourth Combat Team of the patrol, was cut off half of his left arm by a tomahawk and was seriously injured and passed out from the pain. In addition, three soldiers were injured to varying degrees. Odo, who was leading the charge in the middle, also had a cut on his face with a short spear, and Bass had a hole poked in his leg by a wooden fork...
The battle damage was not small and the results were also quite large. Facing an enemy whose number was two or three times their own, the patrol soldiers were not overwhelmed.
In this battle, Art killed two security guards and chopped down one; Odo killed one and chopped down another; Bass's first team stabbed four people; Kazak's second team stabbed one to death and knocked down two; Ron chased five or six city gangsters and farmers for nearly half a mile... "Odo, are you okay?" Art walked up to Odo who was bandaging Simon's wound and asked.
With the help of Art, Odo carried Simon, who had bandaged the wound, onto the carriage, and then said regretfully to Art: "Sir, I'm fine, but one of our hard-trained soldiers was maimed like this, and several others were injured. If they can't be treated in time, they may not survive. Those bastards are so cruel!!" He punched the carriage.
At's Adam's apple twitched, he patted Odo's shoulder and comforted him: "I will definitely heal them. As for those bastards, I will make them pay a heavy price."