At the last moment of the evening, Siren led his squad of twelve people out of the barracks and headed for the outpost at the edge of the snowy forest, and by the time it was completely dark, the young militiamen had already disappeared - in order to be able to defend their homeland, these hot-blooded young men undoubtedly used one hundred and twenty points of strength.

"Ike, at night, let your people and auxiliaries cooperate with the night patrol, and if anything, wake me up!"

Dean commanded the other militia captain before returning to his room.

"Yes, Commander!"

The lean militia captain replied in a loud voice, and the militiamen around him saluted Dean's departing - this was not Dean's order, but the rules of every knighthood, whether it was a place or a central knight in the Emerald City.

It's just that when facing the original regiment commander Potts, these militiamen were reluctant, but when facing Dean, they were willing.

Even if the new head of the regiment has just taken office.

At least, not stingy, clear distinction between public and private, and having the bearing of a true nobleman, these points have already impressed these simple young people, not to mention that this young regiment commander still has quite a lot of skills - although it is not a real battle, but that kind of 'pre-dinner exercise' also allows them, the young men who were born as hunters, to see the vigorous skills and very good skills of this regiment commander.

And the latter, even the original head of Potts did not have.

After all, they had also seen the drill of the regimental commander with the name of a true knight in the open space of the square, and it was all the kind of straight chopping and slashing, and there was no skill at all.

Perhaps, in terms of strength, it is greater, but in terms of skills, there is no doubt that the new head of the regiment is powerful.

This was the unanimous opinion of the militia present.

As for the source of these tips?

Naturally, these young people thought of their new leader's 'family' - it was rumored that every noble family that had been inherited for a long time had one kind or another secret technique.

And their new leader undoubtedly inherited such a secret technique.

Dean could guess a thing or two about the thoughts of his militiamen, but he would never explain it, he needed such an idea to allow him to control the entire Order more quickly - of course, not to affect the young militiamen, but also to the Baron.

In fact, the latter is by far Dean's main target.

"Here and here...... And here......"

Back in the room, Dean didn't rest, he leaned on a map, and looked at it carefully—this map of nearly a hundred kilometers around Tyrell's territory was one of the few useful items Potts had left behind.

And at this moment, Dean is marking a few points on this map.

Of course, such a mark is more just a few clicks with your fingers.

Dean didn't have the luxury of going straight to the map and marked Cheng dù on the map; After all, every map is worth a lot of money, and the first one needs to be made by Kimpton, who makes a medium-sized family desperate, so such a map can only be stored in the hands of the noble family in the territory, and even, sometimes, the map in the first territory is a symbol of the identity of the successor of the noble family.

To put it simply, whoever owns the first map in the territory has a fair playing field.

As for how expensive the first territory map was?

That's natural, after all, you need to ask a wizard to help, and as we all know, things that have anything to do with wizards mean expensive.

And this map in Dean's hand, although it is not the first map of the Tyre Territory, is only rubbed from the hands of the Baron of Tyre, but just such a rubbing also requires ten Kimptons - and before, Dean was equipped with his own bows and arrows, and if the auxiliaries were discarded, the cost of the bows and arrows needed by the two groups of militia was about ten Kimptons.

In front of his subordinates, he showed that he didn't care about Kimpton, but Dean, who knew his own affairs, didn't really care about Kimpton.

In fact, he needs Kimpton more than ever.

After all, he needed a well-equipped, battle-hardened team that could only be built up by Kimpton.

Of course, that was later, and now Dean is just making up his plans for tomorrow morning.

That's right, it's tomorrow dawn.

As long as there is not much difference in it, the militia team under him will definitely show 'traces of banditry'!

And in the face of such bandits who 'killed' the head of the Knights, Dean certainly won't let them have any chance of survival, so he must destroy them all.

In the face of bandits, as long as you are well prepared, it is not too difficult to achieve victory.

However, it is necessary to achieve total annihilation.

That's not the usual difficulty, especially in the snowy forests.

The dense jungle, the thick snow, and the fact that no one could determine the ravines and valleys made the pursuit difficult; Therefore, Dean needs to set up several ambush points in advance so that these bandits have nowhere to escape.

And this is definitely not a simple matter.

Therefore, Dean needs to think and think about it repeatedly.

……

The sky gradually brightened, and the darkness left the Tyre Collar once more, and the Tyre Collar of the night was even more cold in the early morning, and even the militiamen in cotton clothes were hunched at this time - but they were not lazy as usual, and although they stood in a sheltered place, their eyes were looking around.

After all, in the hearts of these simple young people, they still simply retain the concept that if you are good to me, I will be good to you.

And undoubtedly, Dean was good enough for them.

Therefore, they will find a way to repay Dean in these places.

"Someone!"

The early morning light was not very good, but in this dim light, the young people who were hunters were able to lock on to their targets far from the ordinary, and after the two young men looked at each other, they immediately took out their bows and arrows from their animal skin pouches - damp and cold, and the bowstrings were lost, and the young people who had followed their fathers since childhood, of course, knew how to protect their bows and arrows.

As for the animal skin pouches where bows and arrows were stored?

This is the gift that came with the bow and arrow when I bought it back yesterday, and it was sewn by the wives and mothers of the hunters, and it was not only strong and durable, but also quite lightweight.

"Stop!"

A shout was followed by a warning shot—thirty yards away, and the arrow landed steadily five feet in front of the opponent, and no one who saw the arrow would have suspected that the man who shot it had done it on purpose, otherwise he would have been killed with one arrow.

"It's me, Chad!"

The other side stopped and shouted loudly, and when the familiar voice appeared, two young men, one ran to the sentry post to inform his captain, while the other took two steps forward and held the companion, who was a little overdrawn.

"What's wrong, Chad?"

The emaciated militia captain ran out of the sentry post.

"Captain Ike, something is wrong! Captain Potts, they, they ......"

The militia who reported the news spoke hurriedly, but because it was too hurried, some of them were speechless.

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

The militia captain patted the other party on the back and appeased the other party's feelings.

"They're all dead!"

The militia, who had eased their feelings, finally spoke the news.

"What?!"

The militia captain was startled, and subconsciously blurted out exclaims; However, the next moment, he reacted to such a thing, which he could not handle, and he needed to inform his regiment commander.

"Chad, you go to the hall first, I'll go tell the head of the regiment!"

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

In fact, Dean, who had only experienced a short sleep, had already gotten up, and when the militia was shooting arrows to warn, he had already sorted out all the weapons and equipment he was going to prepare for today's departure.

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

"After we entered the outpost last night, Captain Silen arranged for the people on duty to keep watch for the night, and then let some of them rest, and some of them to check the surrounding situation; And in the direction of the snowy forest, Captain Sylon noticed that something was not quite right - some large trees had fallen for no apparent reason, and we thought it was a snow bear at first, but when we searched the vicinity, we found the body of Redel, the stripped corpse, and then the Sso ...... Finally, we found the body of Captain Potts near a bandit camp! ”

Chad spoke in plain language.

"What about Siren and the others?"

Dean asked as soon as Chad's words fell.

"After the captain briefly confirmed the situation, he took us back to the outpost, and asked me to come back to report the news, and they all entered the guard!"

Chad replied immediately.

And hearing Chad's answer, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—in fact, this was the one that was the least controllable in the whole plan.

He was very worried that the young Siren would rush forward with enthusiasm to fight those robbers and bandits, causing inevitable losses.

In fact, if it weren't for Siren's 'knightly qualifications' and his future cousin, Dean would have preferred to let the cautious Ike go.

Fortunately, though, the other party didn't disappoint him.

"Ike has brought your people, we're going to get out!"

Dean stood up from his seat and immediately announced.

"Yes, Captain!"

The emaciated militia captain nodded in reply.

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