Chapter 42 Encircle and suppress the poisonous scorpion bandits
"This is the way!"
William kept his eyes fixed and said in a deep voice:
"Send more experienced soldiers to investigate the situation along the road and not let go of any clues."
"yes!"
The sentry went out to investigate, and William ordered the soldiers to rest where they were, while he took Juster to the village to have a look.
This village is far away from Fengrao City. Even with a quick march, it took six hours to arrive. That's why William said at the beginning that the people in the village would not come to participate in the celebrations held in Fengrao City.
With such a long distance, unless a businessman is passing by, who would have the leisure to do so.
But even this village, which is far away from Fengrao City, is still some distance away from the border of Barron Territory.
It can be seen from this that the territory of Barron Territory is very large.
Centered around Fenghuo City as its core, its horizontal and vertical length is comparable to that of an ordinary earldom.
The village chief walked beside him with a stooped waist and introduced the village to William in a humble and flattering tone.
This village is called Milforth, and every household in the village has a cellar, which can not only store supplies, but also serve as a hiding place for people in times of crisis.
William walked into the village and was immediately shocked by the poverty scene in front of him.
The dilapidated houses and ruined roads are even less decent than the protective gates of the villages.
The villagers passing by looked like beggars, wearing clothes with countless patches, their hair was tangled and covered with dirt.
I heard from the village chief that foreigners have not attacked them for many years.
Perhaps they also knew that they were very poor and had no oil or water at all, so they simply attacked the three main towns directly.
In comparison, the foreigners actually know more "compassion" than the bandits.
William felt really uncomfortable, and after a few words of conversation, he was ready to leave the village.
Before leaving, the villagers gathered around him, kowtowed and knelt down, thanking him for the food he had sent before, and for allowing the villagers to live a uniquely good life.
Several children saw William's kind expression and did not kneel down for a while, but were pulled to their knees by their family members.
William walked over and picked up a child.
He should be a boy, should...
She is too young, and her body has no obvious male and female characteristics. Her face looks like a little cat, not cute at all, and looks dirty.
The cheeks were thin and not at all as plump as the child in William's impression.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Little Watt, and I am the son of the stonemason Watt!"
The little boy's voice was bright and clear, and when he spoke his father's name, he still had a proud expression, but he didn't know that his father's legs were already paralyzed.
The village of Milforth has not seen a lord for hundreds of years. I am afraid that only a few people, including the village chief, have admired William's appearance in the City of Plenty.
To other villagers, the lord is like a sun hanging above their heads.
The sun may bring warmth or heat.
But one thing they have in common is that ordinary people cannot look directly at the brilliance of the sun, otherwise they will be burned blind.
The stonemason Watt collapsed on the ground, trying to stop his son's disrespectful behavior, but looking at William's cold iron armor and the luxurious long sword at his waist, the stonemason Watt was speechless.
William stretched out his hand to wipe away the black mud on Little Watt's face.
After applying it a few times, some of the black mud was wiped away, but there was still black mud underneath.
"..."
Did you just crawl out of the mud pit?
"Little Watt, how many meals can you eat every day?"
"Two meals."
"Can you eat enough?"
Hearing this question, little Watt's face was very troubled, and he subconsciously looked at his father, and then he saw the anxious look on the face of the stonemason Watt.
This expression was very familiar to Little Watt.
In the past, when bad guys came to the village to rob, the stonemason Watt had this look on his face.
so……
Is this person called the lord also a bad person?
"Can...can I be full?" Little Watt pursed his lips and cried. His eyes looking at William showed the same expression as the stonemason Watt.
William sighed, took out a silver coin from his body and put it in Little Watt's hand.
Then turned and left.
Just said nothing from the beginning to the end, and except for a flash of turmoil in his eyes when he entered the village, he had no other emotions.
William asked the village chief to call all the villagers back to the village, close the door tightly, and stop going out and be busy today.
"Just, Plejwili, is there such a poor village?"
"It existed many years ago, but then gradually disappeared."
"It seems that your king is a good king and can help the poor."
"The king is naturally good." Just nodded, "He is very wise."
…
After about a few hours, two sentries finally came back to report the news.
They said that they found many horse hoof prints in front of the abandoned horse track. The marks were very new and they should be the robbers they were looking for.
William was overjoyed and immediately ordered a pursuit.
Before arriving at the next village, they finally caught up with the bandits, it was Cooper, the scorpion bandit, and his party.
In this operation, Cooper brought all his men with him, a total of more than 300 people. Everyone was riding a horse, as fast as the wind. He thought there would be no risk, so he was not alert at all.
Cooper was suddenly shocked when he heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves behind him.
A fight is like thunder plowing a field, it comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
In front of 1,000 soldiers, the Scorpion Bandits had no resistance at all. The soldiers only attacked for one round and wiped out less than half of the enemy.
Then Scott ordered the soldiers to gather around and encircle them, like drawing a circle, shrinking layer by layer, and in the end not a single enemy was allowed to escape.
The Scorpion Bandits are not weak either.
There are more than 300 people, each of whom is proficient in equestrian skills. Within a hundred miles, there are almost no other bandits who can compare with Cooper.
William observed it and was surprised to find that the individual strength of the poisonous scorpion bandits seemed to be stronger than that of the soldiers.
Although it's not obvious, it does have this momentum.
During the first round of attacks, Scott personally led the team and inserted into the group of bandits like an arrow. Those who were targeted were defeated and those who were attacked were subjugated. The soldiers followed him, and it seemed that they succeeded easily.
But William knew that most of the credit for the easy success must be attributed to Scott, the great knight.
He took the lead in defeating the enemy's resistance formation, and then killed several knight bandits before opening a gap.
"In small wars, knights are the backbone of the fighting force, and great knights are the decisive fighting force."
"In a war with less than 1,000 people, one great knight can almost dominate the battlefield."
Through this battle, William re-understood the war in this world.
It also made him realize that only by cultivating enough knights can the military strength of the Barron Territory increase.
William fought for more than ten minutes and emerged from the quagmire of war with blood all over his body.
Looking at the poisonous scorpion bandits who were gradually being surrounded, William breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, with us here, you don't have to fight in person." Brayman, the personal escort, saw William covered in blood and couldn't help but persuade him.
Just now, William didn't let Just take action. He risked his own life and cut off the heads of several enemies.
One of them was a knight, which made William very happy.