Chapter 6 Meeting a business group on the road

Sir Koro led the Husar cavalry along the muddy path towards Stockington, facing the cold wind like a knife, the Husar cavalry was riding wildly. At this time, there were few pedestrians on the path, and occasionally there were large armed merchant groups. When they saw the Husar cavalry in colorful clothes, they were surprised by the unique cavalry's clothing and strong morale.

"Lord, where is the cavalry here? It's not a horse thief, right?" The merchant showed his head from the caravan, looked timidly, and then quickly shrank back.

"No, these are not horse thieves. Where can horse thieves have such neat breastplates? They must be the troops of a noble sage." A bearded mercenary in the merchant group said. Merchants hate these mercenaries who drink and get commissions all day long, but these rogue guards are indispensable during the long journey.

"Hey, isn't that Rowell?" Someone who knew the members of the Husar cavalry among the mercenaries quickly shouted to the other partners.

"That's right, it's such a scoundrel. How could he be in the cavalry team?" The mercenaries of the merchant group were amazed at the Husar cavalry who were wearing bright breastplates and riding on horses. Although they were the escorts in the merchant group, in the eyes of the merchants, they were just scoundrels who were free commissions. But looking at the compatriots who were also mercenaries, they were proudly passing by on horseback on horseback.

"Hey, is it Rowell?" a bold mercenary shouted to the Husar cavalry team.

"Hey, it's you, why are you guarding the merchant group?" Rowell heard someone calling his name, and quickly pulled the reins of the horse. He turned his head and saw a group of mercenaries in ragged clothes. Beside them was a moving caravan. Rowell knew that in winter, in order to fight against hungry wolves and vicious bandits, merchants often spontaneously formed large merchant groups and hired some mercenaries as guards.

"Rowell, you're doing well now." The mercenaries looked at Rowell, who was wearing armor, like a nobleman, with envy. Although Rowell did not have the noble seals on his body, the armor on his body looked more beautiful than some nobles.

"Haha, I am now a Husar cavalry under the Count of Stedetin." Rowell said proudly.

"Have you become the subordinate of the noble?" The mercenaries became even more envious. Judging from Rowell's equipment, this must be a very generous noble. Being able to serve a noble is the dream of every mercenary living at the bottom of society, let alone an earl who is in the middle of the social class.

"Yes, everything I have given to me is given by the Count." Rowell proudly raised his chest. His breastplate and weapons were provided by Schwab. He also enjoyed a generous reward to become a Husar cavalry, while the maintenance of weapons and equipment was borne by Schwab. They had unique clothing and flags representing their dignity and glory. This was the grace of the Count Schwab. Although these unruly Husar cavalry did not hang in their mouths, they all understood whose grace they were.

"Hey, the country bumpkin, what about the Earl of Stocking, it's just a short noble." Seeing the mercenaries looking at Rowell enviously, the merchants in the business group said disdainfully. These merchants who were traveling around the world knew the situation in Stocking County, and they didn't recognize the Earl there. There were only the rulers of the five major families and the three monasteries, and they were the real rulers.

"Stop it~~~." Rowell heard someone questioning Schwab's authority, and immediately grabbed the reins angrily. The war horse neighed, and went forward to disperse the mercenaries, ran to the merchant with a long tongue. The merchant in a thick linen suit, a flat round hat, and a thick wool cloak behind him fell to the ground by Rowell. He saw Rowell wearing a breastplate and a strange helmet pulling out a scimitar that was two fingers wide. The shaky scimitar suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose from the tall war horse. The merchant was sweating in cold sweat, and his legs were shaking.

"You, what are you going to do? Come and save me, damn it, come and save me." The merchant shouted hysterically.

"No, let Rowell go, let him go." Although the mercenaries hated this merchant, these merchants were the financial owners of themselves and others after all, and protecting them was the mercenaries' duty.

"His tongue must be cut off as his punishment for questioning the Earl." Rowell did not intend to let the gossiping businessman gossip, he said angrily.

"Save me quickly, I'm willing to pay a lot of money." The merchant quickly gave a heavy reward for his life.

"Okay, it is our duty to protect these merchants. I believe that you can understand it for our fellow men." The mercenaries pulled out their respective weapons and said. Although they were numerous, Rowell did not take it seriously at all. The sense of glory and belonging that was constantly victorious in the Mark Legion made Rowell particularly tall in the eyes of the mercenaries, as if facing the imposing knight.

"What's going on?" Seeing something strange, Sir Korrow led the Husar cavalry to the surroundings of the merchant regiment. They looked at the mercenaries who drew their swords and Rowell who pointed at the merchant with a scimitar.

"Sir, this merchant questioned the Earl." Rowell reported back to Sir Coro.

"What?" Sir Koro rode down on the horse and looked down at the merchant. Sir Koro, wearing full armor, had a noble style in his every move. The appearance of a noble made the mercenaries and merchants nervous. Although the noble sounded very noble, in the eyes of merchants, it was even more arrogant than the bandits.

"Sir, sir, respected sir, this is a completely misunderstanding." The leader of the merchant group ran to Sir Koro's horse in small steps, and he bent down and said with a humble voice.

"Misunderstanding? Are these caravan mercenaries trying to attack the soldiers of Count Stettin?" Sir Coro asked while sitting on his horse, raising his chin.

"No, no, put away the weapons quickly." The leader's businessman quickly asked the mercenaries to put away their weapons. The mercenaries did not dare to ignore the leader's businessman's orders and put away the weapons one after another.

"Where are you from?" Seeing that the mercenaries took back their weapons, Sir Koro's attitude slowed down. The Husar cavalry rode around the merchants and mercenaries on horseback. Although they were very casually rotating, the mercenaries and merchants felt as if they were being targeted by wolves. The leader of the merchant secretly wiped a cold sweat and scolded the stupid merchant in his heart, and decided not to bring this idiot with him next time.

"Report to the Lord, we came from Vicoborg and went through Stockington to Marion County."

"Passing by Stockingshire?" Koro frowned after hearing this, and his iron gloves were pounding on his leggings for a while. Suddenly he had an idea. During this process, no one made a sound, only the north wind was whistling.

"Sir, do you want to kill this bastard?" Rowell asked.

"No, let him go, come here." Sir Coro waved his hand and asked Rowell to let go of the unlucky businessman. The businessman breathed a sigh of relief at the tip of the removed scimitar. At this time, he felt that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, especially cold in the cold wind.

"Sir?" The leader merchant didn't know what Sir Koro was pointing at him, but he did not dare to disobey the noble who led these fierce cavalrymen, so he had to come to Sir Koro. Sir Koro immediately leaned down from his horse and said something in his ear. The leader merchant's face suddenly turned blue and white, but Sir Koro raised his voice as if threatening him. The leader merchant had to nod his head with a frown.

When the merchant group set out again, there were a group of cavalry in colorful clothes in the team. They and the mercenaries guarded the entire merchant group and slowly set out towards Stockingshire. The wealthy merchants usually drove caravans pulled by horses, while ordinary merchants led pack horses carrying goods, and more were hiking merchants attracted by the merchant group. They carried a luggage with some cheap goods in their arms.

"Bah, you damn things, you damn things, will soon know how powerful you are." The businessman who was threatened by Rowell looked at the Husar cavalry and spat hard behind him.

"Ari, are you okay?" A mercenary asked in the merchant's caravan.

"It's okay, huh, I wonder how Stockingshire is preparing?" The businessman who was threatened by Rowell as Airy, said to the mercenary.

"It should be fine, but now that these people from Count Stedeing join in, will it change our plan?" the mercenary said worriedly.

"Hmph, these guys are just bluffing, how could they be opponents of those adults?" Airy showed a cunning smile. He looked at the Husar cavalry and thought that when they knew what kind of opponent they were facing, they would understand what would happen to offend me Airy.

"I hope." The mercenary frowned. The fierce Husar cavalry always gave him a feeling of uneasiness. They were the cavalry who had experienced blood and fire on the battlefield.

Although the huge merchant group had a lot of wealth to lure the bandits with bad intentions, the crowded merchant group completely made the bandits nowhere to start. After the mercenaries repelled the attacks of several small groups of bandits, the merchant group still advanced slowly. When the merchant group walked dozens of kilometers away from Stocking County, Sir Coro suddenly felt a quiet pressure, which seemed to be on the battlefield where he was confronting the enemy. This was a kind of intuition that had been honed for a long time on the battlefield.

"What's wrong? Sir?" The leader of the merchant saw Sir Koro suddenly leading the Husar cavalry to stop moving forward and stop the merchant regiment from moving forward, and quickly stepped forward and asked.
Chapter completed!