Rise In Calradia

　　 "Make it clear, John, what's fake?"

"That guy is not the son of a noble family. His name is Moen. He is from Nanye Ruige like me. He is an idle man in the village. We went to find work together two years ago. He became a militia for the lord. Become a mercenary. Later, I heard that he did a good job and was left by the lord as a light infantry, but in any case he could not be a knight, let alone a son of a **** noble!"

　　 Hearing John's words, the anger in Byron's heart rose again, but at the same time, he also had a doubt.

　　 "Where did he get the flag? That flag is really a noble flag."

Although Byron has traveled within a few days, he has not been able to integrate into the world faster. Normally, he does not study the books of Calradia. Perhaps it is because of the gold finger or the body. The words in the book can Understand 80%. Coupled with deliberate inquiry and understanding, he still knows a little bit about the knowledge of the nobility.

　　 The flag he saw for the first time was correct, but every feature on the flag showed that it was genuine. If he came by order, it would be very dangerous to do it.

　　 "Stolen? Snatched? Anyway, he is a fake. He is not qualified to ride such a good horse. It is impossible for the nobles to hand the banner to such a guy. You know what I mean, head."

　　 John shrugged, expecting a little in his eyes.

　　 "Ah, that makes sense. This guy got a noble flag and a war horse from somewhere, and then tricked the dinar into his pocket in various villages, right?"

　　 "Head, you are so smart."

　　 "But if he really receives any order, it will be very troublesome."

　　 "That's impossible, head. A friend of mine said last month that he is still an infantryman, I swear! And pretending to be a nobleman is a capital crime."

　　 Looking at John's serious expression, Byron also realized what a great opportunity this was. A man with heavy cavalry equipment, his own strength is not strong, but also impersonates a nobleman, this is simply a fat sheep sent to the door!

　　 After a little thought, Byron's frowning brows also eased, and a smile appeared on his face.

　　 "You're right, John, we should catch such crooks and give them to the local lord."

　　 "Of course, we can do this, head, if you wish."

　　 "But the surrounding area of ​​Paravin is not peaceful. With so many robbers and robbers, as well as villagers who are dissatisfied with the oppression, it is normal for them to die, right?"

　　 "Of course, head, you are too right!"

　　 "Very well, I know what to do, call those cowards, they won't take risks without the sweetness."

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　　 After a while, the old man who was in charge of the negotiation handed the silver coin to the knight with his trembling hands, as if he was not holding a few silver coins, but a fat pig.

　　 The opponent snatched the silver coin impatiently, murmured a few words, then mounted the army horse and left with someone.

　　The villagers returned home in a very decadent manner, and all their hard work income has now been robbed.

　　 Maybe the knight failed to produce the paperwork that the Lord Earl ordered the collection of taxes, but his identity and force alone were not something they could refuse.

　　Byron they waited quietly until the counterfeit and his men walked away, and then they rushed to catch up.

　　 After a while, in a place far from the village, Byron rode a horse to catch up with the so-called knight, and the other side turned his head very vigilantly.

　　 "What are you going to do? Mercenary!"

　　 But the answer was a sharp crossbow arrow.

　　The crossbow arrow hit the opponent's sword arm and shot through the chain armor. This time Byron shot and shot through, and the opponent's hand was released before he drew the sword.

　　 Shooting a well-protected front chest may not cause effective damage to the opponent, but the arm's impact on the battle is very obvious.

　　 The few militiamen turned their heads in horror, but their spears were on their backs, their pickaxes and daggers were short, facing the traveling horses and maces that rushed towards them, these army deserters finally chose to avoid them.

　　 And the consequence of their avoidance is that the counterfeit knight was hit by the mace in Byron's hand on the left chest and fell directly from the horse's back.

　　 But because of the stirrups, this guy can only hang on the horse's back, being dragged back and forth by the panicked army horse, and the back of his head is constantly rubbing against the ground.

　　 The militiamen took off their crossbows and spears from their backs, and aimed their weapons at Byron who was riding a horse.

　　 But John and the militia who were following Byron at this time also arrived at this time, their crossbow arrows had already been installed.

　　 The four counterfeit militiamen dropped their flags and leaned against each other with their backs facing each other. They held their shields and spears, but their expressions were still flustered.

　　 Only one of the three crossbow arrows hit the enemy, and the damage was not serious.

　　 But after the leader was knocked down, the morale of the remaining few militiamen had fallen drastically. Coupled with the two-sided attack, their hearts were very shaken and they didn't know what to do.

　　 "You crooks, posing as nobles, blackmailing dinar."

　　 Byron stopped the military horse, got off his horse, and gave the "knight" who was struggling on the ground a hammer.

　　 On the other side, John also brought three militiamen close, and Byron stared at the militiamen with hammers in both hands, so as not to attack him first.

　　 "The person who is looking for you to settle the account is here, I will guarantee your safety if you surrender."

　　Byron yelled at the few people, and the other people seemed a little hesitant, but they still held on to the formation.

　　 After a stalemate for dozens of seconds, one of Byron's militiamen stepped forward, lifted up and pierced through the gap between the shields, stabbing the neck that lacked protection.

　　 The spear was drawn, blood spurted out, and the militiaman fell down and covered his throat.

　　 This guy won't die right away, but his life is only a few minutes left.

　　 The other three tremblingly moved closer together and stabbed a few times, but it didn't work.

　　 Finally, a militiaman approaching Byron rushed towards him, spearing straight to his cheek.

　　 However, Byron was already prepared. He blocked the spear with the hammer in both hands, deflected it, and then slammed it down.

　　 The spear shaft used by the militia is not a good wood. Although the hardness has increased after being smoked and roasted, it still can't stop the all-iron mace from slamming it.

　　Although Byron was a little weak, the spear had broken.

　　 Before Byron could attack his shield, the opponent threw down his weapon and surrendered.

　　 The other two also lost their weapons under Byron's assurance.

　　Byron was victorious, and the yellow arrow representing the trophy also pointed to the two horses of the fake knight.

　　 In the next few minutes, Byron asked the story from the captive.

　　 This guy named Moen is indeed just a kingdom’s light infantry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and they are just village militias temporarily conscripted by the kingdom.

　　 They were originally accompanied by the Baron as Baron Neith's attendants, but the battle ahead was not going well, and the two sons of the Baron, including the hapless man who Moen pretended to be, died under the walls of Rhodok.

　　 The Baron was in a very bad mood. He whipped them for a small mistake and threatened to execute them.

As a result, one night the Rhodoks sent troops to attack the camp. These buddies took advantage of the baron’s battle and stole the flag from the baron’s tent, a horse of a heavy cavalry and spare armor, and fled all the way back. Within the kingdom.

　　 As for the idea of ​​impersonating aristocrats to levy taxes, the leader Moen came out.

　　Because there is no good fruit to be a deserter, they plan to use this loss trick to defraud a sum of money and go somewhere to live a comfortable life. The third son of Baron Ness hasn't gone out much, and playing him is the least risky.

　　Because Baron Nice is an old subordinate of Earl Greyward, they ran to the earl’s fief to collect taxes. During the war, it was common for the earl to appoint his nobles to collect taxes on their behalf.

　　 But they didn't have the proof of the earl, and although Grayward's territory was not rich, his reputation was always very good, and he did not collect taxes randomly, so when Vader met the village elders, they were almost seen through.

　　 So they changed their strategy. They selected the small villages of Vinda and gathered their hands. The villagers in these places are basically illiterate. They are afraid of nobles, and they can't use force. They are veritable soft persimmons.

　　 After determining the target, they have succeeded three times, including the dinars that they cheated just now to exceed one hundred.

　　 But now, the proceeds of exploitation and fraud have become Byron’s spoils.