In the past few days, Simon has suspended the construction of the castle, gathered the recruits, and constantly trained the recruits' personal individual combat skills and teamwork of the shield formation.

Simon often said the words "sweat more in normal times and bleeding less in wartime." However, he hoped that the recruits would understand that they were actually fighting for their families and land and property.

The recruits also knew that they would fight the enemy blood blade for the first time in a few days, so they worked very hard when training.

"It's good practice, that's it. I hope that when you really come to that time, don't run back, don't wet your pants, don't be a despicable coward," Simon looked at some recruits who couldn't help laughing and immediately said loudly, "Everyone will feel brave. When you pat your chest and say it's not just a killer, that's all. I don't have high requirements. I can remember these skills you usually practice, protect yourself and your teammates on the battlefield, and kill enemies, that's enough."

"Today's training is over here. To gather in front of the tent door tomorrow morning, we will go to fight to suppress the bandits!" The fat man walked forward and said loudly.

"Hey, Old Baohe, Lord Simon actually thinks we will be scared by a group of Mao bandits and run away or even wet our pants! This is too despised us, right?" After the queue was disbanded, Hann complained to Old Baohe with some dissatisfaction.

"Huh?" Old Baohe glanced at Han'en with his gray-blue eyes, shook his beard, and took the round shield behind him. "I thought this way before I killed someone on the battlefield for the first time."

"What? Could it be that you were afraid at that time?" Han En became interested and quickly asked Lao Baohe.

"Hey, let's talk to you after you have been on the battlefield and killed someone. Now I'll tell you, and you have to stand and talk without hurting your back and laugh at me for being cowardly and afraid of death." Old Baohe didn't say anything, just inserted his axe around his waist and walked towards the tent.

Strictly speaking, these equipment were purchased by Simon and were Simon's property. Therefore, except for the recruits who were watching the night out that day, the other recruits would put their equipment in the temporary arsenal in the basement of the tent every day after training.

"Tsk, just make excuses for the weakness back then." Hann curled his lips, placed his weapon in the basement of the tent, and went home to get a bowl and spoon.

After disbanding, Simon did not go back to the hunting villa directly, but walked towards the hunter Bill's house.

"Thank you, my master!" Bill was so happy after taking the two Transnier silver coins handed over by Simon.

These days, the two young men who were sent by Simon have mastered the key points of archery and can act as archers on the battlefield.

"This is what you deserve. I will go to war tomorrow morning, and I hope you can also bring the bow and arrow, and your two "apprentices" to follow me to suppress the bandits. This is considered a war labor." Simon said slowly, squinted his eyes.

Hunters usually hunt in the forest. In addition to paying lords a considerable amount of taxes and prey, they also have to serve as archers for more than two weeks of labor during the lord's war.

"Okay master. I used to be an archer in the private battle of the Lords in Lorraine, and I know exactly how to do it." Hunter Bill patted his chest.

Early the next morning, the recruits came to the door of the tent with various mentalities. Some were nervous and sat on the ground without saying a word; some were relaxed and comfortable, as if they were about to go out for an outing, discussing happily and making jokes; the older guys only had numbness on their faces, and leaning against the wall with expressionless expressionless words.

"The Lord Lord and Hoffman are here!" A recruit pointed to the dirt road not far away.

"Line!" The fat man shouted loudly from afar.

"Hurry up, hurry up, be careful Hoffman kicks your ass!"

The recruits were in a hurry and chaos, but when Simon and the fat man walked to the door of the tent, the queue was already neatly standing.

"Very good, today is much faster than usual." The fat man smiled, took out the key and opened the door to the tent.

Some of the recruits breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that they had not been kicked by fat people.

After all the recruits received their weapons and equipment, Bill, wearing a piece of leather armor, and two other young archers arrived.

"Everyone obeys the order," fully armed Simon clapped his hands, "the recruits lined up with shields in front, and the archers behind. Little Crentine and Bill went to the forest to explore the road first, be careful not to disturb the enemy."

"Let's go now!" The fat man also took off the round shield from behind and followed on the right side of the recruits' queue.

...

In the forest at the junction of Fold and Wesel villages, morning light shines through dense branches and leaves on a campsite built on an abandoned logging hut. Several guys in dirty black and gray robes were talking quietly in front of the campfire in the middle of the camp.

There were bandits patrolling and guarding around the camp. Some were carrying hunting bows on their backs, while others were holding long axes.

The bandits who were on the night of the night in the camp were asleep in a simple small awning in the camp. In the logging hut, a bandit leader wearing a shabby Norman helmet, a leather shawl with knife marks, a broken chain mail with dried blood, and a rusty sword on his waist seemed to have just woken up, tidied up his equipment, and opened the wooden door of the dilapidated logging hut.

"quack"

As soon as the door of the cottage opened, a black crow whistled from the branches of the tree in front of the door and flew away in one go.

"It's so fucking bad luck early in the morning! If I had a bow now, I would definitely shoot it and bake it." The bandit leader cursed and shook his head.

"Boss, the wheat paste is cooked!" A bandit sitting by the bonfire was sharp-eyed and immediately picked up a wooden bowl and scooped a bowl of hot wheat paste and handed it to the leader.

The leader took the Mai Hu and was about to patrol the forest, the bandit with a slutty smile on his face called him again.

"If you have any farts, please let it go!" The bandit leader was a little impatient.

"Boss, at midnight yesterday, Jack the Long Axe, ambushed a team of men and horses. At the cost of the death of the two brothers, we killed five guys who seemed to be caravan guards, seized their weapons and equipment, as well as a carriage of ale and debris, all piled in the abandoned mine cave." The bandit said vividly.

"Oh? Is that right?" the leader stroked his golden goatee and asked with interest.

"There is no lie, boss," the bandit licked his dry lips with his tongue. "We also captured an old winemaker who looks a little money and can be exchanged for ransom. The best thing is that the winemaker's daughter is really beautiful. If we hadn't known the rules, several brothers who could not control would have almost hit her on the mud road."

"Ha! Jack axe is really doing well this time! This time he won him a bucket of ale, and I will give him a good time when I finish the fun." The bandit leader finished drinking the wheat paste in one gulp and threw the bowl back to the bandit's hand.

"What? I've lost your reward whenever I've lost it," the leader looked at the bandit who was slightly disappointed. "Each brother who participated in the ambush last night had a Transnier silver coin. You can go and have fun after Jack axe finishes."

No longer paying attention to the happy guy, the bandit leader walked straight to the abandoned mine where the spoils and prisoners of war were piled up on the side of the camp.

...

Behind several large shrubs not far from the camp, Simon and his party were squatting quietly waiting for news from the hunter Bill.

Some recruits dripped sweat as big as beans on their heads, holding round shields and hand axes tightly in their hands, and listening uneasyly to the sound of speech coming from a distance from the camp.

"Master," Hunter Bill took Little Clein to bending over, spreading the bushes, and quietly touched Simon. "I just investigated. There were about fifteen or sixteen people in the bandit camp, most of whom were still sleeping. There were seven or eight people scattered around the camp patrol. The remaining three or four people were on duty at the entrance of the abandoned mine behind the camp."

"That's it," Simon squatted behind the bushes and thought carefully. "Bill, you first take two archers to get rid of the people on the periphery, and then imitate the five rushing crows. Hoffman and I led the recruits into the camp and caught them off guard!"

"Okay Master Simon!" Hunter Bill agreed, squatted behind the recruits, and carefully drilled out of the bushes with two nervous young archers.

"Master, what about me? I can also go and fuck those bastards!" Crentine held the hunting bow and held the arrow in one hand, looking at Simon anxiously.

"Shhh, whisper," Simon raised his index finger in front of his mouth, "You are following me, and shooting arrows from the side and rear as you start the battle."

"But..." Little Krein was a little unwilling.

"No," Simon immediately interrupted Krishon seeing that he was about to debate with him. "Even if Bill and the others were discovered by accident, they could rely on their tall and strong bodies to fight against the bandits who were watching. And you, a small, thin arms and legs, may have to go to see God when you fight. How can you kill the Vikings to avenge your father?"

Little Clein shrugged his little head and stopped talking.

"Eat more meat and grow taller quickly. When you can stand alone, I won't stop you even if you want to go out to be a wandering hero." Simon patted Little Clein's shoulder and comforted him.

...

"Aim to the point, don't alarm the people in the camp," Bill looked at the young archer who was placing a bow, aiming at a sleepy bandit leaning against the tree not far away. "It's better to shoot an arrow in his head or neck. Otherwise, he won't die at once, shouting in pain, and everyone will be exposed."

I saw the young man's head constantly sweating, and his hands holding the bow kept shaking and trembling.

"You don't have to be nervous, I will shoot an arrow at the same time. Even if you don't kill him, I will make up for it." As he said that, Bill pulled out an arrow from the quiver and skillfully set the bow and aimed at the bandit with the young man.

But the young man was unable to shoot an arrow.

"No, no, I, I can't do it." The young man lowered his bowed hand, gasped, and his pale face was covered in sweat.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Bill narrowed his eyes, lowered his bow, and looked at the young man.

"He is also a living person, he also has family, and has seven emotions and six desires. This is completely different from the feeling when hunting. This is not killing chickens or deer, but this is a person!" The young man's mouth was a little blue.

"Silly," Hunter Bill stretched out his hand and was about to knock the young man's head, but when he thought of his cowardly behavior when he first killed someone, he finally sighed and withdrew his hand, "Think about it yourself, if you don't kill him today, maybe he will go to the village to kill your parents, steal your property, and rape your sisters tomorrow. What kind of women are you talking about to a guy who has done all this bad thing?"

"I, I..."

"Ha, if you can't take this step today, you will never be an archer. At most, you are a coward who can hunt," Bill sneered. "Master Simon spent such a big price to train two guys who can only hunt. If you say it, you will laugh to death! Don't think of him as a person, just treat his head as a pumpkin, shoot it with an arrow, and it's easy."

The young man was no longer so nervous after hearing this, his pale face gradually turned red and his breath gradually returned to peace. Although his hand shaking again was still trembling slightly, it was much better than before.

"Hyman, you're together, the three of us shot his head at the same time." Bill also set off a bow and aimed at the watchman.

"My God, that's a big pumpkin, a big pumpkin..." Another young man murmured silently in his heart, tremblingly raising his hand to put on the bow.

"Swoosh"

With three faint archery sounds, the bandit who was hushing a arrow in the front of his face and penetrated into his eyes. Another piece of blood penetrated his throat, and the last piece shot into his chest, instantly dyeing his gray cloth red.

The poor bandit died on the spot, fell to his knees in front of the tree, and slowly rolled down from the slope. Fortunately, here is a little distance from the camp, and the sound of birds, springs, and wind blowing branches and leaves in the surrounding forests covered the faint sound of archery and the sound of human body rolling down.

"vomit"

Looking at the corpse that was emitting a strong smell of blood that was rolling not far away from him, the two young men could no longer hold it back and vomited.
Chapter completed!