Hulta was a little unsure in the center of his return journey. After he met Baron Luke in Kortrick, a stronger feeling of uneasiness was like a huge rock that made him breathless.

Baron Luke could not have sent soldiers to escort him back to Esbaiburg, so that even the fool would know the dirty things of the two of them.

Hurta still had money in his hand, and selling the stolen goods made him earn nearly twenty silver coins. Of course, he was willing to hire some more reliable mercenaries to send him home.

Baron Luke's spy chief was a bald middle-aged man who hid himself in a black linen robe all day long. He was as satisfied with the information sent by Hulta this time, because the Baron praised his work at the dinner the day before yesterday, which made him feel very happy.

So, while Hulta was overwhelmed with the search for mercenaries, Baron Luke's spy chief had already found a team of reliable employed soldiers for him and generously paid the deposit for him.

This squad of employed soldiers looks like a long time, with two archers and eight infantrymen. Most of them wore armed clothes and hard leather hats, with short axes and short swords around their waists, and a flexible shield for blocking on their backs. They looked much more professional than those ignorant wrestlers.

"This is exactly the guard I want!" After meeting with the hired soldiers in the tavern, Hurta couldn't help but sigh.

He thought that if those few players dared to cause trouble for him on the road, they might die if they could not hold on for a few strokes with their ragged weapons and the tattered armor.

In this way, Hurta left Kotrek with ten hired soldiers.

Unlike the noisy Swabian trainees, they are obviously much more dedicated. During the journey, they occasionally joke, but most of the time, their eyes kept scanning the surroundings like cautious rabbits, and always listening to the movements around them.

When they walked to the town of Nijmegan, a soldier with good eyes looked out to the distance and saw an ancient wooden bridge on a winding river. At this time, an abandoned carriage was crossed in front of the wooden bridge. No one knew whether there was a trap waiting for them to step on.

"Hehe, there may be an ambush on the wooden bridge," said Hultal, who was driving the carriage, and frowned. "When I came, there was nothing strange to block the wooden bridge."

The wooden bridge was very empty, with large areas of abandoned farmland covered with weeds and pasture with two white skeletons lying on the river. One hundred meters across the river, there was a village destroyed by the war, and a desolate atmosphere came to my face.

"It may be a trap set by a robber, or it may be just a carriage that was damaged by an unlucky businessman and left in the middle of the road. If you don't want to pass here, we can take a long way. Of course, you have to pay for two silver coins for this." The leader of the hired soldier wearing a chain mail was calm. There were too many things like this in his career.

"For my safety... of course, it's also for your own safety. Let's take a detour. But isn't there any need to pay for the extra two Transnier silver coins?" Hulta wiped the fine sweat from his head and tried hard to organize his words. "After all, bypassing possible dangers is a kind of protection for you, why don't you do it?"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"To put it bluntly, you just don't want to pay us two more silver coins!"

"Look at this coward!"

"coward!"

Hurta's attempt could not be hidden from these smart soldiers. Everyone burst into laughter, which made Hurta very embarrassed. The mercenary leader was a little unhappy, and Hurta's stinginess made him feel uncomfortable: "We are people who make money by licking blood on the edge of the knife. We are not afraid of danger, and don't think about using this ridiculous reason to make our detours. You must know that the carriage in front of the wooden bridge may be just an abandoned carriage, that's all."

"I, you...you misinterpret what I mean," Hurta quickly calculated the risks and benefits in his heart. He also had some confidence. Perhaps even robbers could not beat them. All this sense of security came from the armor and weapons on the soldiers who escorted him. "Then let's go through this bridge and pass by the guys."

The group re-dragged, but unlike before, the soldiers pulled out weapons from their waists, raised their shields, and pushed forward carefully.

Hulta took a deep breath of tension. He seemed to realize that once he was ambushed, he would definitely be killed in the carriage, sitting in the carriage to catch the carriage. After all, the robbers didn't want the roast duck who was in his mouth to drive the carriage to snatch a bloody Lv away.

Of course, if the driver was a businessman, the robber might not do anything to Hurta for the sake of extortion of ransom. The problem is that no matter how he looks at it, he is the image of a rural coachman.

"I'd better take the horse away." Thinking of this, Hurta got out of the carriage in shame, took the reins on the horse's mouth, and walked together among the hired soldiers. In this way, even if he encountered a wave of arrow rain that the enemy could not tell anything, he could find a meat shield to block his arrows.

When they approached the abandoned carriage, they found that there were eight leather armored beside the pile of rocks under the steep slope of the river. They looked like some good guys sitting on the ground and resting without doing anything.

Seeing that the "prey" came to the door, the illegal people showed a bad laugh of success, picked up the logging axe and stick hammer on the ground, and walked towards Hurta and his group with their hands.

"It seems you need some help, friend," a man with wild curly hair carried an axe and looked at Hurta among them, then pointed to the carriage behind them and said, "The goods are too heavy, let's share some of you!"

Hulta opened his mouth wide in horror. It seemed that he had bet wrong. This was a despicable trap. But the good news was that almost all the eight people on the other side had no armor and their weapons were not satisfactory. They should not be the opponent of hiring soldiers.

"You bunch of timid things," the leader of the hiring soldiers pointed to the noses of the evildoers according to the words Helta taught him, shouting, "This batch of beer is the goods of Baron Simon. Are you blind? Except for a driver who drove the car, the rest of our group are the Baron's private soldiers!"

Hurta glanced at the faces of these illegal people with some anxiety, until a familiar face came into his eyes. He cursed in surprise in his heart that he was not good, quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head. However, it was too late, the man noticed Hurta, recognized him, and then showed a sarcastic sneer.

"The Jewish piglet full of lies," Just as the illegal man in the negotiation was unsure, one of his companions took off his hood, and a sloppy face and a arrogant beard appeared in front of everyone. "These guards are not Baron Simon's private soldiers at all. The dirt-faced coachman among them is the owner of the Esbaiburg Tavern, a greedy and stingy follower of Satan."

"Ha, it's him," another outlaw pulled off the masked scarf covering his face. Hulta looked closely. Isn't this the leader who escorted him to Bruges before? "It seems that we have waited for a big fish, and by the way, we can also avenge the revenge we made in Bruges that day!"

Hurta really didn't expect that he would meet those tricks here. Now, they have started robbing the road and have also brought two people who are as strong as lumberjacks.

Seeing that the negotiations were meaningless, the mercenary leader set up a battle posture. Two archers tiptoed to the roof of the carriage, pulled out arrows from the quiver, and aimed at the illegal people.

"If you know your feelings and hand over thirty Transnier silver coins, I can ignore the previous grudges and let you roll safely from this wooden bridge to the opposite side." The leader of the bandit licked his chapped lips and looked at Helta with a provocative look.

"No, you guys, don't even think about it!" Hulta protected his purse tightly and pulled out the dagger from his scabbard.

"What a pity, it seems that I can only get these thirty Transnier silver coins from your corpses!"

"You should be the ones who die!"

The illegal roared and rushed up, and the archers on the roof of the carriage shot arrows at them. An arrow penetrated into the soil, and another arm shot through a wade hand. The latter immediately screamed in unbearable pain.

Before the archer could pull out the second arrow from the quiver, the hiring soldiers fought with the robbers.

Although these widows are extremely sloppy, in fact, two of them have two brushes, but only these two people are just these two. Some of the other widow robbers have their limbs cut off, some have their ribs broken by hammering, and some have their heads split.

When the leader of the wagon and another guy wearing a lumberjack vest realized that the situation was wrong, they quickly retreated, and they found that the deaths and injuries of their companions were still dead, and the only ones who could stand with weapons were left.

"run!"

The leader of the treacherous man was as calm as he was when he stopped his companions from losing control in Bruges. He knew that he had no chance to win, and the other party had lost only one person. It was the unlucky guy who was wielding a logging axe and slamming the hapless guy who was killed.

This means that even if he put down his weapon and beg for mercy, he would not be able to get the other party's forgiveness. As for escaping directly, the two archers standing on the roof of the carriage would definitely kill them.

So, the leader of the wagon hand pulled out the small flying axe from his waist and threw it hard at an archer on the top of the carriage. A gorgeous blood flower bloomed on the latter's face. With a muffled groan, he fell down with the "little blood fountain" that kept gushing from his face.

He had no time to throw a second flying axe to deal with another archer, because the angry hired soldiers were already roaring and chasing him.

...

The bloody head of the tycoon was carried by the hired soldiers. He came to the abandoned carriage that had been moved to the side of the road, and Helta was already waiting here with a spike and a hammer.

Seven heads were nailed on the side of the abandoned carriage to warn the illegal people in this area. It can also be said that Helta, who proposed this idea, had a small sigh of anger in his heart. The remaining part of the body of these evil masters was thrown into the river, allowing them to swell and rot in the water.

After dealing with all this, they solemnly dug a grave pit for two dead companions and quickly held a simple funeral.

According to the contract, these spoils belong to mercenaries, gadgets like coins can be stuffed into their pockets, and the seized weapons are relatively heavy.

The soldiers hired to put them on the carriage of Helta, but the greedy guy wanted to charge a silver coins for it, so the soldiers had to swear the weapons into their belts, or tie them into piles of lines and carry them on their shoulders.

They packed up their spoils and continued on their way.

The only convenient place in the entire Baron Klevo that was a little angry was Nijmegan. This prosperous town has not much left after the ruthless destruction of the war.

The broken wooden walls are unrepaired, and the wooden door at the entrance of the town that can be opened with one foot is in urgent need of repair. People who are struggling for life are weak, and even the guard dogs who are usually lively and jumping around are thin at this time, and they are lying on the ground and are unwilling to move.

The kind old Baron Clevo and his heirs had died in the war. The land was again owned by Earl Hald, but the Count who was unable to take care of himself after his great energy was severely injured and had the energy to save the survivors on this land?

The originally rich townspeople survived, but because the walls of the town lost their function, the damn robbers often rushed into the towns in groups to steal everything they could use in their homes, although most townspeople had nothing.

The plundering that made the worse has caused more people to fall into the quagmire of hunger. More and more desperate people have become bandits, either becoming poachers or becoming robbers to rob the surrounding territories. The town of Nijmegan, which is already so poor that it is unbearable, has the possibility of becoming a robber stronghold.

Hurta and his group carefully walked around the chaotic town of Nijmegan and continued to walk south. Not long after, they returned to the embrace of the forest.

Hurta knew that this was the junction between the Dehes Forest and the Lower Plains, and he would soon be able to return to Baron Simon's territory. After a robbery, the anxiety he had about returning home because of his betrayal of Baron Simon turned into a desire for personal safety and shelter.

But what he didn't know was that in the grass beside the big road in the forest, two pairs of eyes emitting sharp glory were staring at him, and the hunter was holding a more deadly longbow in his hand.

"Go and tell Lord Bill that the traitor has appeared and is ready to close the net."

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