When Dean reappeared in the small square of the barracks, Ike had already gathered all of his team of twelve-

"I'm sure you've heard of what happened at the outpost—the bandits, who brutally murdered our Captain Potts and his associates, and we must take revenge; Because, they are already tempting, if we cowardly retreat, their next target is likely to be Tyre, the town of Tyre where your relatives and friends live! ”

Dean knew very well that in order to 'avenge' Potts, he had to exaggerate the facts.

Otherwise, with Potts's person, I am afraid that no one here will go to work at all.

Fortunately, after his previous foreshadowing, such a statement has been very easy to accept.

"We can't let those guys into Tyre!"

"Kill these guys!"

"Commander, I'm going to kill them!"

……

The young man's affection was quickly mobilized, and they shouted loudly.

"Good!"

Dean nodded in satisfaction, then he turned his head to look at the militia on the side and said, "Maher, you are in charge of the five people left behind, including you...... No, I don't doubt your bravery and strength, but we need support - you see, the bandits who can annihilate the regiment of Captain Potts will definitely not be weak; So, we need a backup! Of course, this support is not you! ”

Looking at his subordinates, who had gone from being a little excited to being quiet and listening, Dean pointed in the direction of Tyre and said, "One day, you need to wait for a day, if we don't come back, you need to report to the Baron of Tyre Town immediately, understand?" ”

"Yes, Commander!"

Auxiliary Mach nodded.

"So, out!"

After looking around, looking at the excited or worried expressions of the young people around him, Dean finally withdrew his gaze, waved his arm vigorously, and shouted loudly.

Whether hesitant or afraid, Dean believes that after a real battle, these feelings will be swept away, and they will be replaced by courage and tenacity.

This is the inevitable process by which every recruit becomes a veteran.

That's how he came back then.

It's just that it was the female archduke waving his arms in front of him at that time, and now, he is doing the same thing as the other party in front of a group of rookie recruits.

Of course, it's just similar in nature.

He did not make the feat of 500 cavalry, but directly faced 40,000 cavalry, at most it was only an imitation - 1,500 men, facing three legions, not even 30,000 men, and finally they all perished; This was so far removed from the Grand Duke's triumph that Dean thought he was a poor imitation.

So, Dean knew he had a lot to learn.

Sitting upright on his horse, Dean moved forward in an unhurried manner, as did the militiamen behind him—although there was no heavy snow to close the road, the snow on the road was still there, and the horses could not run with joy; In fact, if not to keep enough body for the upcoming battle, Dean would have preferred to walk.

After all, the current degree is a little bit higher than the walk.

However, the militiamen behind them did not think so, and the moment they got on the horse, they were immediately attracted by this amazing animal - although it was not the first time to ride a horse, it was usually some horses pulling wagons, which could not be compared with real war horses.

Not only tall and mighty, but also has more endurance and strength.

If it weren't for the snow on the ground that wasn't suitable, they would definitely try the degree of these horses.

Looking at the excitement of these subordinates, Dean guessed that when Potts was in power, these young men had never really ridden these horses at all, except for feeding them.

However, it is precisely because of feeding the horses, brushing the bristles, and shoveling the horse manure that these young people have established a true friendship with these horses, even if they only know some basic riding skills, it is not at all difficult to ride on these horses - in fact, real knights need to feed the horses themselves, brush the bristles, and shovel horse manure, in order to deepen the relationship between themselves and the mounts.

Of course, with the character of the head of Potts, it was obviously impossible.

Dean gently stroked the mount of the Captain Potts he had sat on, and adjusted his sitting position to make it more comfortable, so that it would not become frightened by the snow and the strangeness.

Undoubtedly, Dean did a great job.

On the rest of the journey, the mounts under the seat became more and more in harmony with him, and even when he reached the outpost, Dean was able to use some physical coordination whistles to direct the mounts under the seat - in addition to the adaptability of the horses, it was more because of Dean's skill.

After all, it was obtained from the horse taming skills of the Grand Duchess, which was definitely the secret technique of the Emerald Royal Family.

"Captain, Ike!"

Xi Lun, who had already received the news, had already waited for a while, looked at Dean and his party, and immediately greeted him.

"How's it going?"

Dean asked, turning over and dismounting.

"Those guys are triumphant, obviously proud that they have picked up a bargain!"

The captain of the sturdy militia gave such an assessment with disdain.

"Pick up a bargain?"

Dean asked knowingly.

"I checked the place where the first battle was fought, and we can be sure that Captain Potts was picked up by those guys after he met the snow bear...... Totally shit luck! ”

The message of the captain of the sturdy militia gave the nature of this 'accident' to the head of Potts.

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

The other militia captain put forward a different opinion, Xi Lun was stunned for a moment, then after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "It's also very likely!" ”

"Either way, it can't be an obstacle to us taking them out!"

Dean said categorically.

……

"Hahaha......"

Such a loud laughter, mixed with the sound of pouring wine, came from the side of the stockade, and as the leader of the place, Sibbur, the bandit leader with half barbarian blood, was really proud at this time - if it wasn't for the blood he had seen, how could he have gained now?

Look at the armor on his body!

The products of pure steel, as well as the long sword, are even sharper.

Although the armor was damaged, and it was still a little small, it was enough to be worn as a half-length armor under his 'transformation'.

The longsword was not as good as his mace, but it was loved by him, especially when the sword went down, and cut a crack in the corner of the mace, and the longsword was only a little curled, and the bandit leader of the half-barbarians intended to use it as his new weapon.

As for the place where the blade is curled?

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 take care of it.

Knock, knock......

A whole bag of liquor, enough to make three strong men drunk and fall to the ground, was poured into the stomach by the half-barbarian bandit leader, and then, without care, picked up another bag.

Obviously, the blood of the barbarians not only made him tall and strong from the ordinary, but also gave his viscera a corresponding strength; Otherwise, even the same tall person will not be able to cope with the invasion of alcohol afterwards.

In the same way, as Sibur's henchmen, the robbers who had received the leather armor and weapons of the elite of the Knights of Fecharon were also celebrating like their own leaders.

They did not fear the slightest fear of so-called retaliation.

After all, this is only a temporary stronghold, and the real nest is in the depths of the snowy forest, where victory can be achieved by a large number of people.

So, they're just going to celebrate now.

You know, tomorrow after dawn they will return, taking with them the goods of this harvest—apart from their armor and weapons—on the other side of the hall carved out of the cave are piles of grain, dried meat, and pickles.

And, of course, there were bags of Kimpton, Silver Horns, and Copper scattered on the ground.

As for how these things came about?

As a robber, it is natural to use the means of robbers to obtain materials and money.

"We split the money!"

Shimble grabbed the money bag, grabbed the only three or four Kimptons in his hand, and immediately threw the rest of the money bag at the henchmen in front of him.

Suddenly, the robbers rushed towards the money bag as if they were hungry wolves.

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

Yes!!!

And just as the robbers were fighting for the silver horns and copper on the ground, a scream rang out, followed by a second and a third.

Immediately, the bandit leader, who had the blood of the barbarians, roared angrily, and rushed out with his sword, and behind him, the robbers followed closely - if they did not want to be settled by the Autumn Queen, and finally, at this time, they followed their boss one step at a time.

You know, although the blood of the barbarians makes their boss tall and strong, it also makes his boss grumpy and irritable.

After quite a few people were killed by the angry Sibbur, they knew what to do in the future.

However, after following their boss out of the cave, the robbers were stunned, and so was Shimble—because there was only one man in front of them!

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