Rise In Calradia

"I asked, these guys have a cooperative relationship with a group of bandits, and they also have connections with the nobles in the city. They belong to a larger group of merchants specializing in the sale of stolen goods and population, and he is just one of the leaders. "

　　 "They often use some tricks to deceive foreign merchants, which are very famous in Turga. They are now going north, and they seem to be going to a castle to the north to trade the confiscated robbers' loot with the local army."

　　 Kress moves quickly, and the intelligence is well collected.

　　 As long as there is sufficient information, Byron will have the confidence to kill them.

　　 "What about their manpower?"

　　 Eleon nodded and asked.

　　 "About fifty, mostly local Kujites. They are well equipped and have a lot of horses. But..."

　　 Kress habitually tossed the throwing knife, a cruel smile flashed across his face.

　　 "They are not our opponents."

　　 "Are we just attacking them directly? I mean, we can defeat them, but our losses will not be less."

　　Fatis thought for a while, and said his thoughts.

　　 "Maybe on the grassland, our army will let them face us and return what belongs to us."

　　 "That was the decision of the coward!"

　　 But for Fattis's suggestion, Elaine dismissed it.

　　 "They humiliated us, then they must be prepared to pay the price. On the battlefield, we will pay back all the humiliation they gave us! Let them pay back with their lives!"

　　 "This is too savage."

　　 "You don't need to be fair to the robbers."

　　 "I hate that guy. I want to cut his neck with a dagger and let him watch his blood flow out until he died."

　　 "My God, Kress, we don't have to do this..."

　　The heroes are arguing about how to deal with the robbers, and Byron is also thinking quietly.

　　 "Okay, don't make any noise!"

　　 When the discussion was about to turn into a quarrel, Byron shouted and calmed them down.

　　 This is the first time Byron has shown his leadership style. He stood up and scanned several people twice, his expression was serious, with a kind of leadership-like majesty.

　　 "It will take at least two days for them to reach the castle. We will follow them and attack them at night."

"We wrap up horseshoes, only carry cavalry, and leave infantry and these refugees. Everyone has to tie a piece of cloth on their bodies so that they can distinguish themselves in the dark. We have to charge into their camp and take them all. Kill them all without leaving a living! If they think they can be robbers, then we will let them know what a real robber is!"

　　 "We want to get back our things, but also to make them pay the price, so that those who provoke the peony mercenaries can learn their lessons with their lives!"

　　 "I'll do it for you, sir."

　　 Elaine and Kress both nodded in satisfaction, and the soldiers who were waiting for Byron's order also cheered. For them, fighting was a way to obtain wealth. Especially those soldiers who were insulted by that profiteer before, with high morale, cheered to prepare their own weapons and armors.

　　Yamira didn't say anything, but silently took care of the pregnant woman and comforted the refugees who had just been released from slavery.

　　Fatis wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth, turned around, and sighed slightly.

　　 He knew that Byron would not change his mind. He had suffered a lot of this insult before, and this time he would not bear it anymore.

　　 Although he didn't say anything to Byron, Byron took the initiative to walk towards him.

　　Byron patted him on the shoulder and gave him a classic Calradia proverb.

　　 "If he gives me justice, I will give it justice. If he gives me unfairness, I will treat unfairness to injustice!"

　　 After Byron walked away, Fattis stood there thinking for a while, and found Jamila.

　　 The two of them talked for a while, and Eleon also came over to join in the fun.

　　 Finally, Fattis figured out something, and Jamila's expression improved a lot.

　　 They each found their salute and began to arm themselves. This time, no one had any objections to this action.

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　　 In the middle of the night of the next day, on a highland grassland in the east of Kujit, the caravan without flags and signs found a comfortable place, and most of the members fell asleep.

　　 The merchant leader did worry about being retaliated by the other party at first, but soon there was news that it was the merchants who had purchased a small amount of spices from the city and set off on their return journey.

　　 He has also sent cavalry to investigate, but he has never seen them, so he is relieved, thinking that those people are just that little strength, that little gold and silver, they will no longer cause trouble to himself.

　　 So he fell asleep on the sheepskin blanket with peace of mind, snoring like thunder, making the soldiers outside the night watch hard to get sleepy.

　　 The soldiers lit the bonfire, talking about the last two days, yawning from time to time, and complaining about the annoying snoring of their leader.

　　 It's halfway through the night, and they are also sleepy.

　　 They fiddled with the charcoal in the bonfire boringly, listening to the crackling sound, passing the time.

　　Occasionally, fireflies glowing with their bodies fly by, asking them to change their eyes. Or the sound of wind and grass, to make them sober.

　　 The moon is shrouded in clouds, and the sound of muffled thunder is getting closer.

　　 They finally found out that it was wrong. The sound was not thunder, but more like the sound of horses stomping on the ground when they were running. And obviously, something was wrapped around the horse's hoof, which made the sound a little bit different~www.novelmt.com~ Under the light of the fire, the horses rushing towards them in the distance got closer and closer, and the riders The lance in his hand also gleamed under the firelight.

　　 Each of them has a long strip of cloth tied to their shoulders, which will float when they are running. These cavalry lined up in a row, and there was no way to confirm the exact number of each other in the dark.

　　 The sentinels immediately began to shout, awakening the people next to them.

　　 But before the people woke up from their sleep, rows of javelins flew towards their camp, shot through their tents, and nailed the soldiers to their own floor.

　　 As for those who have just come out of the tent, as well as the sentinels who are still alive, they also fell in the second round of the javelin attack.

　　 The shout finally sounded, and the lance and spear were already close to their bodies.

　　 The horse hooves of the war horse pierced the fabric of the tent, and also stepped on the bodies of the soldiers lying on the ground.

　　The long sword and the warhammer hit the body of those panicking thugs, causing varying degrees of damage.

　　 Byron waved his mace in the crowd. A man sleeping in armor was hit in the head by him. With the huge impact, even his cervical spine was broken and he lay straight on the ground.

　　 The others started all kinds of escapes, rushing to their horses, but as long as they were caught by Byron, even if they were not dead, they would be crippled.

This time, instead of standing behind the team or simply being a spectator, he led 40 cavalry to charge back and forth in this camp, trampling wantonly, the wagon dumped, and the cargo messed up. As soon as the leader opened his eyes, he was already caught. Kress's dagger pierced into his shoulder blades and let out a miserable cry.

　　 This black business team that insulted Peony mercenaries is destined to be destroyed tonight.