"Welcome to Stigt County, Lord Simon." The Scarface soldier handed back the certificate of blood to Simon, bowed, and carried the rebel horse to the side of the road with the other three soldiers.

Simon stuffed the certificate of blood back into his boots, stepped on the stirrup and walked on the war horse, and walked through the checkpoint with his men.

At this time, Simon noticed a small wooden table behind the checkpoint, and a half-Billionaire in bright red dress sat in front of the table.

On the table in front of the old man was a parchment with dense words written on it and an ink bottle with a quill in it.

"Master, because you are a noble, you don't have to pay toll tax. If you were led by the village chief this time, you would definitely be charged one-tenth of the goods on the carriage as a toll." A guard soldier looked at the half-bian and said to Simon.

"This noble Lord," the 50-British man stood up at this moment, "I have something I want to talk to you."

"Hmm?" Simon was a little puzzled.

"I have heard a long time ago that the Dorsten family, led by the Earl of Berg, is an honorable and trustworthy family," the old man walked to Simon's horse. "My master Baron Isel is fighting with Baron Arnhem in the northwest. Are you interested in joining my master's camp as a mercenary?"

Simon stroked his beard and thought. The little Crine and the guards on the side also looked at Simon, waiting for Simon's decision.

"Don't worry, Lord, the generous Baron Isel will hire you and your team with three medium-quality Transnier silver coins a day." The old man looked at the soldiers behind Simon's armor and fierce face, and estimated the employment price.

"Well, I admit I'm interested," Simon nodded, "but I have to meet your lord, learn more about the situation before making a decision. I can't just hand over my life and my subordinates."

Three medium-sized Transnier silver coins per day are already a good income for Simon's small team of troops. You should know that if you want to buy a Norman helmet in Berg County, you will need about twenty or thirty Transnier silver coins. And if you buy a horse, you will need fifty or sixty Transnier silver coins.

However, for those wealthy nobles, the annual expenses for food alone are nearly two or three hundred Transnier silver coins.

"Of course, Lord Simon. You continue to walk north along this road and probably arrive at Iserburg before evening. You can rest there for a night and talk to my master about hiring battles." The half-Ballard took a step back and bowed to Simon.

"By the way, Sir, you may pass through a war zone, please be careful!" The half-Ballard seemed to remember something and shouted at Simon's departure back.

Simon responded and continued to move forward with his men.

This is a very flat and poetic and beautiful plain. Scattered small woods are scattered on this "green cloth", as if dotted with stars in the night sky. Unknown wild flowers bloom among the green grass, and bees and butterflies are flying among them.

It would have been hard to associate all this with war if it weren't for the soldiers who had the checkpoint and the half-bian who collected the toll tax.

"Look!" When he reached a fork in the road, a guard soldier pointed at the rolling black smoke that was faintly visible in the distance.

"Master, there is a small group of people coming towards us in front!" The guard soldier wearing tattered mail walked at the front, squinted his eyes and looked at the figures getting closer and closer on the dirt road in the distance, and said loudly.

"Everyone is on guard and form a shield wall!" Simon waved his hand and stopped the horses with Little Crentine.

The guards who were talking and laughing just now immediately took off the round shield behind them, held the spear in his hands, stood in a row in front of Simon and the pack-carriage, and looked nervously at the approaching people.

Leading the lead is a young and strong man with an impressive big hook nose, wearing an Anglo iron helmet with cheek protection and a neck-protective chain mail that is shiny and looks very well maintained.

However, he was wearing a dirty and ragged black burqa on the outside, which was so awkward no matter how you look at it.

"Master." At this time, the leading eagle hook-nosed man walked up behind a tomahawk with red blood dripping and a brown-haired man wearing bloody cotton armor.

"I mean, old, boss, you want to join them..." After being glared at by the hook-nosed man, this guy patted his head and hurriedly changed his words.

"No hurry, I'll ask." The man in the lead waved his hand. Behind him, two trucks of twelve soldiers full of food and spoils, were pulled by two trucks of twelve soldiers, and the bandits, and the bandits were a little relaxed.

"Who are you, where are you going?" The leading man with a hook nose looked at the rich cart of goods behind the shield wall on Simon, licking his lips.

Simon calculated quickly in his mind.

This is the territory of Baron Isel, and the black smoke in the distance may be the village that had been robbed in Baron Isel's lord.

From the equipment of the leader and the guys who had just walked up and called him the master, we can infer that these guys who were dressed like robbers and bandits must be the grain collection team or the robbers under Baron Arnhem who was fighting Baron Isel.

"The real robber doesn't have the time to wipe his mail so clean and shiny every day." Simon sneered in his heart.

"Bah, you lowly and humble road bandit, something that is worse than the hunting dogs in my family. Who gives you the courage to be so rude to a nobleman? Do you know how serious it is to plan to rob a nobleman?" Simon looked at the soldiers who deliberately dressed up as bandits and simply took a plan.

To be honest, Simon was also a little nervous.

He was actually betting that these grain-collecting soldiers dared not delay with him for too long or were concerned about confronting the loss of food transporters. Baron Iser also saw the thick black smoke from the village and sent cavalry to pursue him.

If this team of soldiers really had no scruples or worries, Simon could only choose to fight back or seek peace.

"You..." Sure enough, the man with a hook-nosed nose in the leading man in front of him, with a bright mail, burst out on his forehead and his face twisted. His hands were tightly held on the hilt of his waist, and he immediately wanted to fight back against Simon.

However, he soon realized the role he was playing now, and with unwillingness, he tried hard to calm the anger in his heart.

"I am the Wolf Wolf, we are the brothers of freedom. You should be aware of your current situation and hand over the supplies on the carriage behind you. I can let you live a life," the hook-nosed man pulled out the sharp Germanic sword at his waist. "Otherwise, I will still get the supplies behind you, but I will only get them on your corpse."

"What if I say no?" Simon smiled slightly, pulled out his sword, and looked at the bandits coldly.

Simon had an idea in his mind, because the scorching soldier behind the hook-nosed man had exposed their situation.

As soon as Simon finished speaking, the six guards in front arched their bodies and looked at the group of guys with a fierce look on their faces. Little Crín also took a bow and arrow and aimed at the hook-nosed man in front.

"Master... Boss, these guys seem to have seen blood, which is very difficult to mess with. We can't continue to delay. Baron Isel's cavalry is probably already on the road." The brown-haired bandit who first asked the leading man with hook nose at the beginning of the quilt, attached to his ear and whispered.

The leading man with a hook nose had a gloomy face.

However, after a quick judgment, he chose to let the fat hedgehog go first and quickly transport the stolen food and supplies back to Baron Arnhem.

Otherwise, when Baron Isel's cavalry arrives, not only will he not be able to complete the task assigned to him by Lord Baron, but he may also be captured by Baron Isel's cavalry.

At that time, the deeds of myself as a knight who pretended to be a robber and robbed the village would be widely spread. Not only would my face be ruined, but the family's honor would also be completely lost.

"I'm really seeing the ghost!" The man with hook nose held the hilt tightly in anger.

Not only because he let go of such a generous car of goods, but also because Simon deliberately humiliated as a poor road thief but couldn't get angry.

"Okay, very good, very good," the hook-nosed man laughed furiously, almost gritting his teeth and squeezed out the sentence from his teeth, "What's your name, sir?"

"Simon von Dorsten." Simon's lips curled up a faint smile. He liked your appearance that he couldn't stand me and couldn't fuck me.

"We will meet again! Let's go!" The hook-nosed man waved his hand, and several soldiers and bandits quickly stepped forward, raised their spears and axes to confront Simon's guards' shield walls to prevent Simon's soldiers from attacking suddenly when they were passing through.

The soldiers and bandits leading the pack horse carriage behind them were greedy and scandalized Simon's goods, and led the pack horse full of food into a small dirt road on the side of the road that entered the woods.

After the two carriages entered the woods, the soldiers and bandits were alert to Simon and his group to retreat, and soon disappeared into the woods on the roadside.

"Let's keep going, try to arrive at Iselberg before evening. It's really unsafe here." Simon rode his horse in front.
Chapter completed!