Rise In Calradia

　　 "Be careful when you enter the woods, don't step on those traps."

　　The leader of the mercenary crossbowman whispered several times before he took the mercenary sentry and the Swadia recruits into the forest. As a leader, Byron naturally has to be in the middle of the team and be protected by the people around him.

　　 "Be careful, sir."

　　 Byron's foot accidentally slipped, John quickly helped him, the team stopped for a while, and then moved on.

　　 This group of robbers set up a lot of traps in the forest, all traps for hunting, easy to dismantle, but also very deadly. In order to circumvent or remove these traps, they did not spend less time.

　　 About one o'clock in the afternoon, they found the artificially felled open space, as well as the tents and simple wooden houses on the open space. At the door of the hut, there was a robber wearing bad chain mail polishing his weapon on the stone, while in the surrounding tent, there were several robbers who were taking a lunch break. The weapon was put aside, and there was no armor on his body. . There were also two robbers patrolling the open space very boringly, and the entire camp did not seem to be difficult. It's just that the number of people they can observe is only eight, which is somewhat different from the intelligence. However, this group of bandits is very poorly armed, and even if the remaining people have any ambush, they are not the opponents of the eleven of them.

　　Byron took out the hunting crossbow, and the hired crossbowman also took out his own crossbow. The two of them placed the crossbow bolts and aimed at their target, and then two crossbow string clicks sounded.

　　 "Whoo---"

　　 The crossbow bolt of the hired crossbowman hit the chest of the bandit head in the chain mail, and the opponent fell directly to the ground. And Byron's crossbow bolt also hit the calf of a robber who yawned while patrolling, and the other party fell directly to the ground, and then made a harsh yelling.

　　 "Go! Kill them!"

　　 Byron knew that his poor shooting skills had exposed them, so he had to bite the bullet and rush up. The hired sentries were already ready for battle. They raised their shields and weapons and rushed over, some with swords and some with iron spears. The sudden attack shocked the robbers. As soon as the weapon was pulled out, the opponent was already there.

　　 The mercenary sentry with a short spear thrust the sharpened iron spear into the chest of the robbers who had just been awakened but had not yet left the tent. The mercenary sentries with short weapons also fought with the other robbers, but the mercenary sentries were obviously superior in the case of a similar number. But the three Swadia recruits looked a little clumsy in the fight. Although these farmers have received a little training because of the frequent wars, they are far worse than the mercenaries who have been bloodied and killed on the battlefield. They are like fighting in groups with a fork and knife.

　　 And Byron, as the commander, naturally stood behind with the hunting crossbow in his hand, and gave those robbers who showed their flaws an arrow. Although the aim was poor, the iron crossbow shot by the hunting crossbow could kill people.

　　 The robbers are not vegetarian either, their equipment is poor, but they are very desperate. If it hadn't been for the hired crossbowmen to pick up the fighting **** and rush up to help, a hired sentry was almost hacked to death by a bandit with a scar on his face. However, this mercenary crossbowman was also very good at fighting. Although he was a long-range unit, he killed two robbers in close combat alone, and he killed three of the shot dead.

　　 The situation is still going well. Byron only needs to take two recruits to make up for the robbers who are not dead. Although not stabbing him will make him feel guilty, but he can only do so for his livelihood. He also believes that it will not take long for this feeling of guilt to disappear completely.

　　 [The battle is over, one-handed weapon proficiency +1; crossbow proficiency + 2;]

　　【Feng*Byron: LV1; Reputation: 5; Influence: 0;

　　 Strength: 6;

　　Agility: 6;

　　 Intelligence: 9;

　　Charm: 9;

　　 have skills: riding level 1; dominance level 1;

　　Weapon proficiency: one-handed weapons: 23; two-handed weapons: 20; pole weapons: 20; bows: 10; crossbows: 11; throwing: 10; extra points: 0;]

　　 Within a few minutes, the battle was over. Byron led some people to clean the battlefield, and the injured several hired sentry also found some clean linen pieces from the package and wrapped them up, chanting some messy things, mostly swearing and babbling. remuneration. Only the hired sentry who was stabbed by a robber was in a serious situation. In order to help him stop the bleeding, John even lit the torch in the package to burn his wounds.

　　 When the flame was burning, the mercenary bit a stick that he picked up, his forehead blushed, his face flushed, and sweat continued to stay. Byron looked at the scene and felt a chill in his back. In this place lacking medical conditions and medical knowledge, injuries and illnesses are often more terrible than death.

　　 "I have to buy some good armor, and be more careful on the battlefield. Don't get hurt or suffer this crime. If you get infected, you'll be finished playing." Byron told himself in his heart.

　　 At this time, Byron thought of the well-known doctor James in Calradia. In the game, his medical skills are extremely important for players, and he is a necessary hero in the early, middle and late stages. If he still exists in this world, Byron must find him! In many cases, the army’s non-combat attrition is more than the sacrifice on the battlefield. If there is no response and preventive measures, then don’t want to win the battle.

　　 When the blood of the wounded was stopped and the bandage was complete, the two Swadia recruits also put the body together. There were eight corpses in total, the same as they had observed before. And the hapless robber who was in chain mail and was hit by an arrow in the heart by an hired crossbowman was also confirmed to be a blood ear, because he really only had one ear.

　　 The robbers’ weapons, coats and leather armor were stripped off, and the bodies were thrown aside in dirty shirts or underwear. The few Swadia recruits were busy digging a hole to bury them. In these simple tents, Byron and the mercenary soldiers also found some leftover food and a small amount of stolen goods.

　　 And the system also helped Byron a lot at this time. After the battle, a pale yellow light appeared in the direction of the cabin, and there was a looming arrow pointing downwards.

　　 "Boots!"

　　 Byron and the big John entered the hut together. Inside was a floor covering of animal skins and rags, and there was a box next to it. The big John opened the box carefully, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.

　　 "Head, we made it."

　　 John pushed the box down in front of Byron. Inside were some faded silverware, two large silver coins worth 10 dinars, a few sausages, some women's jewelry, and some dried human ears.

"These silverware and jewelry are worth at least 30 dinars. The robbers and in the tents still have a dozen dinars, plus those weapons and clothes and these two silver coins. Even if there is no reward from the merchants, we still earn Made a fortune."

　　 John quickly figured out the value of the spoils, and Byron could see that he had been using something similar before. But he was not satisfied, because the pale yellow light still did not disappear.

　　 He carefully inspected the small and poor wooden house, and then pressed the floor. There was a place in the middle and lower part of the floor where there was a bit of a hand. John was a little puzzled by her behavior, but didn't ask him anything. He knew that his employer was looking for the so-called treasure in every robber's story, but he didn't think these robbers who had not done any big business would have so much money.

　　 Byron looked up at John and felt that even if he was spending money, he could not hide anything, so he opened the floor in front of him, wiped off some soft soil with his hand, and saw a layer of planks under the soil.

　　Byron grabbed the two sections of the plank with his hands, felt some weight, and then pulled it out forcefully.

　　 The big John opened his eyes wide and looked at the wooden box in front of him. This box is more than a foot long, half a foot wide, and almost a slap thick. If there are valuable things in it, the value must be far more than the box just now.

　　 Byron opened the box expectantly, and oncoming the silver coin's slightly faded unique luster. There were less than half of the silver coins in the box. He fiddled with it a few times. There were forty or fifty silver coins of various sizes, estimated to be 500 dinars. In addition to these silver coins, there are two gold rings and a gilt scabbard in the box. The scabbard is a little shorter than the box and is covered with beautiful textures. It is estimated that it was on the dagger of a nobleman or knight. .

　　 But for the big John, the most attractive thing is the silver coins in the box, which are the wealth that can change the life of a poor man.

"This group of people did a big deal, the ransom. No wonder the short-bearded businessman (Paravin mercenary's name for the businessman who didn't want to be named to outsiders, even if they knew the businessman's real name) I was so anxious to kill these robbers, if I was blackmailed for five or six hundred dinars, I would also want him to die."

　　 "That's right, John, this is a lot of money, but our contract does not return the ransom." Byron tried his best to stabilize his heartbeat, glanced at John, and the other's eyes were fixed on the box.

　　Byron picked out a slightly faded gold ring and a large silver coin from the box, and threw it to John.

　　 "Take it, good man, those petty townspeople's daughters and beautiful prostitutes will be happy to do something with a brave mercenary for this ring."

　　 "Thank you for your generosity, my lord, thank you very much."

　　 John's eyes lit up, and he immediately put the ring and silver coin into his arms. Byron estimated that he would spend the money on drinking and satisfying physical desires, which would be good for him. The more your subordinates waste their salaries, the more motivated they are to work.

　　Byron wrapped the box and stuffed it into his own package.

　　 "Okay, John, help move that box of things out. We will score some trophies for everyone."