The Magyars were extremely arrogant. They seemed to be on a pleasant outing, slowly fixing the bulging bags to the horse's back with a rope, while chatting easily. They were sure that the rats on the village wall would only dare to watch from a distance and dare not come out to fight them.

The Magyar, who fell into the cesspool, slowly pulled his horse to the riverside, tied the horse's reins to the tying post in front of the dock's tax officer's hut. Then, under the disgusting gaze of his companions, the sloppy ghost with a stench all over his body jumped into the water, and wiped his body, trying to clean the fermented feces on his body.

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At this time, at Esbaiburg on the other side of the river, Simon's private soldiers and the recruiting militia of Esbai Village were already dressed and picked up their weapons. The three to four-meter-long spears in their hands were as dense as trees, and the metal on the tip of the spear in the sun reflected like shining stars.

Little Klein, no, he is now a young man, only to see him wearing a chain armor turban and a light and strong leather armor vest, playing with his longbow in the ranks of private soldiers.

The strength required to pull a 150-pound longbow is amazing. Klein has almost no nutrition since he followed Simon. Therefore, his muscles are more developed than farmers and ordinary soldiers, and his entire upper body is in a standard inverted triangle.

"The Magyars are almost all light armor, or don't wear armor. Shooting them with longbows is a waste of effort, and they are not fast," Simon, wearing a burqa mail, handed it to Klein with a 100-pound recurve bow. "Since you can easily draw the longbow, it should be more handy to use this recurve bow."

The advantages of longbows are their long range and powerfulness. The average chain mail is almost difficult to resist its arrowhead, but the disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of physical strength for each bow to be pulled, and the rate of fire is not fast with the recurve bow. If they want to fight in the forest, recurve bows may be a better choice against those Magyars who have almost no armor.

"Sir, maybe you are right," Klein took the recurved bow, pulled the bowstring casually and tried it, and continued, "With an ash longbow, I will shoot up to twenty arrows at a time and start to lose my strength. Pulling this war bow is much easier, just like drinking water. If conditions permit, I can shoot all the 100 Magyars one by one."

"Ahh, then I'm relieved, but they won't stand still and use it as a practice target for you. It's not the same as hunting." Simon said, and handed Klein the cowhide quiver hanging around his waist together, which contained thirty-six light arrows.

"By the way, where is Krieger? No one went to Koother Village to inform him of the assembly? I need his help now!" Simon suddenly remembered this Celtic forest hunter. Maybe he would add more chances to himself.

Krieger has made nearly thirty high-quality longbows for Simon and helped Bill train ten longbowers in the village of Dibeth. Therefore, Sir Bill mentioned in his previous letter to Simon that Krieger is a trustworthy person, and perhaps Simon can transfer him back to Esbaiburg to allow him and his talents to play a greater role.

So, a few months ago, Simon transferred Crieg back to Esbaiburg. He enjoyed reputation among most of the villagers in Esbai. In addition to his outstanding carpenter work, he was also a good mediator. So Simon simply made him the village chief of Esbai, replacing the position that Duden had been idle since his execution.

In the past two months, in addition to the old Gordon, who is also a carpenter, constantly requesting to meet Simon and complaining to Simon that Crieg used dirty tricks to steal his carpenter business in the village, even his former rival, Kevin, has begun to praise him as a competent village chief. Therefore, Simon always asks Old Gordon to find reasons for himself, instead of coming like a girl, crying, making trouble, and hanging himself.

"I'm here, sir," Krieger wore a green armed suit with hard leather and scale armor nailed to the vital parts of his chest, with a pot of sharp cone arrows around his waist, and a hunting bow in his hand covered with calluses. "I heard from your messenger that there were hunting activities, specializing in hunting pagans who did everything, and quickly put down his work!"

"Great," Simon walked up and patted his shoulder with a smile, "get things done, we'll set off."

Simon left twenty elite private soldiers and crossbowmen to garrison the castle, and left an order - during his departure, the gates of the castle were always closed. Except for the insiders of the castle, no strangers were allowed to enter the castle, whether the visiting people were civilians or nobles.

He knew much more about the trick of beating the world than these medieval people. Although there was almost no possibility of other enemy troops attacking Esbaibor during this period, caution would not bring harm to himself.

There were sixty soldiers who went to the expedition with Simon, twenty private spearmen, thirty spearmen militia, and ten village militia archers. These militia were the farmers and serfs whom he had taken time to train recently, and had no practical experience before.

They wore ragged armed clothes and leather armor distributed by Simon, holding a long or short spear and a sunken shield on their hands. Some of these cowards might turn around and run away when they saw the enemy, but Simon decided to take them out to war, after all, soldiers always grew up in the tempering of war.

He was preparing to draw some of his men to join him after crossing the river and reaching Fort Folder. At that time, he should have seventy or eighty spear-holding infantrymen.

In addition, he had sent a messenger to inform his vassals to leave the necessary defensive forces before assembling men to support him.

"Everyone, line up and go to the ferry of Kooth Village from the nearest path!" Simon rode on a war horse with the help of his servants and ordered the soldiers who were ready to go.

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Like locusts passing through the border, the Magyars had already plundered all the valuable things on the pier. At the ferry terminal on the side of the village of Kooser, the fat merchants who unloaded their goods from the ferry looked at the beasts that were showing off their might, and their teeth were itchy.

He had tried his best to bring valuable goods such as jewelry, spices and dyes onto the ship, and most of the Magyars were tools, food, poultry and raw silk.

"Child, stop looking at it. It was too dangerous just now. It would be great to save your life. God forgave your lives and my lives, but in exchange, he did not forgive your property, which was inevitable." The old tax officer and the young clerk got off the boat with a long oak cash box. The former patted the fat merchant's shoulder and comforted him for a few words, and then walked towards the sheriff's residence with his assistant, Lao Kevin.

Old Kevin lived on the hillside not far away. His house was surrounded by a simple low wooden wall. There were two soldiers guarding him, which was the closest public security point to the dock. The old tax officer wanted to temporarily put the half-full cash box in a safer place before Lord Simon sent someone over.

The thick black smoke rose from the river bank on this side of the Foldburg, and the pagans who could not change the shit-eating were the same as before and chose to set fire to burn everything after the robbery. However, all they could burn this time was the tax hut next to the dock and a simple stable, and a half-floor hut for the porters on the ferry.

Even so, the savages were not going to let them go. The orange flames reflected on the pagans' smug faces, and the pleasure brought by the plunder drove them to raise the torches like wolves and cheered.

At this time, the "dung man" also took a shower. He put on his wet clothes in the fiery red reflection on the water, spat disdainfully in the direction of the Foldeburg in the distance, cursed a few words in words that no one could understand, then rode on his horse and evacuated with his companions to the forest where they were heading.

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"I curse those damn pagans to hell! Hell!"

A private soldier who came down from the ferry smelled the burnt wood in the air, cursed and took the empty wooden barrel handed over by his comrades from the ship, placed his spear flat on the wet wooden floor of the dock, leaned over and filled the barrel with the river, and then splashed it hard on the still burning roof of the tax officer's hut.

"My lord, there are nearly eighty pagans, and they all ride horses. They have just left," Sergeant Hanen came to put out the fire with a dozen militia carrying buckets. He saw Simon and trotted to him all the way to report. "They were basically light-fitting and didn't bring anything when they came. I guess they had a camp in the forest."

"Let these ten militias stay here to put out the fire," said Simondo, who had brought the militias to the dock to fetch water, so Simon continued, "You did not attack rashly just now. This is a very wise choice. The defenders of Fort Folder are not enough to fight against eighty light cavalry. Now, I need you to go back to Fort Folder immediately to assemble twenty spear-holding private soldiers, and we can find their camp before the pagans slipped away as quickly as possible, and then destroy them!"

"Yes, my sir!"

While waiting for the second ferry to transport soldiers, Simon let the spear-holding infantry form a line formation, and a "spear wall" that was not too wide appeared in front of the dock.

This is to prevent the Magyar light cavalry from coming back again. The behavior of these barbarians cannot be speculated with ordinary thinking, so Simon could only prepare carefully in advance.

If the sound of hooves sounded like thunder, the militias in Simon's army that had not been tempered by war would probably be scared to even make arrangements. After all, not all infantrymen have the courage to fight against the cavalry's head-on charge. So Simon asked them to set up a spear formation in advance.

Soon, the second ferry took thirty spear-holding soldiers back to the ferry. At this moment, Sergeant Hanen also walked out of the gate of Foldfort with twenty spear-holding soldiers and met with Simon.

"They escaped in that direction, my lord," Sergeant Hanen pointed at the direction where the Magyars finally disappeared in front of the forest. "After the traces left by the horse's hooves, we will soon find them, provided they have not slipped away."

"Since there is a camp, it will take time to pack and leave. We cannot walk over slowly. The main reason why most of the attacked lords failed to catch them is that the marching speed was too slow. We cannot follow in their footsteps." Simon held his chin with his hand and said thinking.

"Everyone, make a square array, run and move forward!"

At this time, Simon's training for these soldiers came in handy. The soldiers trotted all the way. The square formation they formed was generally uniform, and there was no feeling that other medieval troops ran chaotic like a mob.

However, unlike during training, the private soldiers usually wear light armor such as armed clothes and soft armor. Now they wear heavy armor such as chain armor and scale armor to run and marching will consume their physical strength very quickly, which will definitely have an impact on the battle behind enemy lines.
Chapter completed!