"call"
Simon dodged the oncoming two-handed axe.
"This man has so much brute force. If he gets hit, even if his chainmail blocks the blow, the force will break his bones." Simon thought to himself.
"Hey, why do you keep dodging like a rat on the street? Can't you face off like a man?" Jack Longaxe provoked arrogantly. However, he still didn't dare to slash without any scruples, because when Simon was dodging, he was also looking for his openings, waiting for an opportunity to stab.
"I'm wearing heavy mail. Not only am I slow to dodge, but my stamina won't be able to withstand it for a long time." Simon thought and looked at this bull-like guy cautiously.
"not good!"
Jack Longaxe slammed the blunt side of the ax onto the shield that Simon raised his hand to block. Simon was shocked and took a few steps back, feeling that the hand holding the shield was numb.
"Master, are you okay?" The surrounding recruits looked at Simon worriedly, and even Little Klein and Hunter Bill set up their bows and pointed them at Jack Longaxe.
"I'm fine, I can deal with that guy with strong limbs and a simple mind." Simon waved his hand.
"It's a burden anyway!" Throwing away the heavy shield, Simon instantly felt a lot lighter.
"Go to hell!"
Continuously swinging the ax with both hands made Longaxe Jack gradually feel a little exhausted. He took a deep breath and quickly swung the ax at the guy in front of him that annoyed him.
Simon ducked sideways to avoid the fatal blow.
Jack saw that Longaxe was unable to retract the axe, so he simply rushed forward at full speed, preparing to elbow Simon with his arm tied with a leather wristband.
"flaw!"
Simon made a quick judgment in his mind, faced Jack Longaxe's surprised eyes, and thrust the sword in his hand into Jack Longaxe's abdomen with all his strength.
"Damn it!" Longaxe Jack realized Simon's intention and immediately wanted to stop the arm that struck with the elbow, and instead used the handle of the two-handed ax to deflect the sword. But it was still a step slow.
"laugh"
With the sound of a sharp sword entering flesh, Simon also received an elbow and was pinned down by Jack the Axe, who rushed towards him.
The sword penetrated Longaxe Jack's abdomen and stabbed out of his back.
Feeling the warmth coming from his hand, Simon held the wet hilt and twisted it hard.
"Ahhhhh!"
Jack Longaxe felt the cramping pain coming from his abdomen, howling in pain, and tremblingly took out a dagger from his waist, and was about to stab Simon underneath him.
The recruits looked on dumbfounded. It wasn't until Jack's hand touched his waist that a few recruits quickly reacted, put down their shields and hand axes, and rushed forward.
Simon felt a sudden pain in his left waist, and then Jack Longaxe was controlled by a swarm of new recruits.
Jack, the long-axe that was pressing on Simon, was lifted up by the recruits and dragged to the open space on the side. Several recruits holding thick ropes tied his hands and feet.
"Master, are you injured?" Little Klein rushed over, squatted in front of Simon, and asked anxiously.
"Lower pain. Look what's wrong with my waist." Simon gasped, feeling that the pain in his waist was almost numb.
"Master, that despicable guy's dagger didn't pierce the mail. Don't worry." Little Klein looked at Simon's waist. Except for being stained dark red by Jack's blood, the mail was not damaged. .
Simon knew that the chain mail his father gave him had saved his life this time. It’s hard to imagine the consequences of having a dirty dagger filled with bacteria inserted into your waist in this era when sanitary conditions are extremely backward and most doctors practice bloodletting.
…
When the bandit leader ran to the entrance of the cave, he saw that his men were at a disadvantage, and there were even some cowardly guys who turned their backs on the enemy and fled into the forest. He knew that his situation was lost.
But the greedy old wolf was reluctant to part with the loot and belongings piled up in the cave.
"The four of you, go around behind their shield wall from the side and harass them. Weibo, you and I will take the two big bags of Denier silver coins in the cave together. After you four escape, go to the village of Wessel in the north. Meet me at the last camping spot." The bandit leader quickly made arrangements and entered the abandoned mine with an old subordinate who had been with him for a long time.
When he and Weber took the silver coins and quickly returned to the entrance of the cave, Jack Longaxe's killing cry and the sharp scream of a stranger were heard from outside the cave.
"Hey, there's no way those farmers can beat the murderous Jack Longaxe. When he breaks out, I have to have a drink with him." The bandit leader thought and quickened his pace.
But the moment he rushed out of the cave, a black shadow rushed towards him.
The bandit leader raised his hand and struck out with his sword, but it hit the strong oak shield.
"Hell!"
Then, the bandit leader's vision went dark and he was knocked to the ground by a powerful shield attack. The large bag of Denier silver coins in his hand also jingled like fairy flowers all over the entrance of the cave.
Weibo behind him just reacted and quickly drew out his dagger, but was stabbed in the shoulder by an old serf covered in dirt.
The bandit leader came back to his senses and saw clearly the hateful fat man in front of him, but he was punched in the face again. His eyes were covered with gold flowers and his head became dizzy.
"Tie him up." The fat man stood up and kicked the sword in the bandit leader's hand aside.
"Help! Help!"
At this time, a urgent cry for help came from the cave.
"After you tie them up, collect the scattered silver coins. Remember, Master Simon will reward you after the war. If I find out, any of you dare to hide it secretly at this time," the fat man sneered, glancing between the two eyes. The naked old serf raised the sharp armed ax in his hand, "I will chop off that greedy guy's head with my own hands!"
After saying that, the fat man took down a torch from the wall beside the cave entrance and walked in.
…
"Who are you?" Alice looked at the tall, fat man in front of her uneasily.
"Don't be afraid. I am Hoffman, the attendant of Sir Simon of the Dorsten family. We have cleaned up the bandits outside. You are safe now." The fat man said, using an armed ax to cut open the chains that bound Alice and Thick ropes for the hands and feet of the old brewer.
"Thank you, dear sir! Thank you for saving our father and daughter from fire and water. May God bless you." The old brewer took Alice and thanked the fat man.
However, when he saw the soldiers who came in from behind carrying all the loot out of the cave, his expression became gloomy.
Now all their belongings are legally regarded as Simon's spoils. For them, being able to save their lives and avoid ransom and bullying by bandits is already a blessing among misfortunes.
At this time, Simon arrived at the cave entrance with the help of two recruits.
"This is my master!" The fat man said to the father and daughter, and then looked at Simon worriedly, "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just a little injured. Fatty, what's going on here?"
"Master, I led a few recruits to capture the bandit leader, seized their trophies, and rescued a kidnapped father and daughter." The fat man walked forward, asked one of the recruits to go away, and supported Simon himself.
"Hello, dear Sir Simon," the old brewer put his left hand on his right chest and bowed, "Thank you very much for your help. But to be honest, I am a pauper with nothing now. If you I would be grateful if you would allow me to brew wine in your territory and pay my taxes in exchange for the brewing tools that are now your spoils of war.”
The old brewer was also very uneasy.
Even if he and Alice followed Simon's army to his territory, they would not be able to afford long-term accommodation. If he continued to seek refuge with relatives or returned to the port of Frilands to work as a brewer, he would have no choice but to start at the lowest level of work without tools. Not to mention that there are thieves and bandits everywhere along the way.
So it is better to defect to the lord in front of you first, redeem the tools to save some savings, and then make plans.
Simon squinted his eyes in thought.
In the summer, the fields in your own territory will have a bumper harvest of barley and oats irrigated with farmyard manure. If you just sell the excess grain, it is definitely not as valuable as turning it into ale and then selling it.
By accepting this winemaker, you can have a stable source of wine.
"Master, it just so happens that we don't have a brewer in our territory, why don't you just take in this poor father and daughter?" The fat man couldn't help but plead to Simon. He swore that he was not asking for mercy because of the beautiful brown-haired alcoholic girl.
With the answer in his mind, Simon smiled slightly.
"Yes, I can allow you to brew wine in my territory and pay taxes to redeem your tools. I happen to be building a castle, and when I return, I will build a brewery near the village."
"Thank you, my kind lord!" the brewer saluted again. Alice also lowered her head and squatted slightly while holding up her skirt with both hands.
"Little Klein, you go to the village and bring the packhorse pulling the trailer. Others clean the battlefield, count the spoils and prisoners of war, dig holes and bury the dead bodies! Our own brother's body is put aside and will be transported back to the village later. Bury." Simon ordered.
"By the way, Fatty," Simon turned his head, "When you go back, ride my horse to Xinkser Village and invite the priest to hold a funeral for the dead brother."
"Okay, Master."
Looking at the seven or eight prisoners of war tied up not far away and the trophies that the recruits took out of the cave, Simon finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now we have a lot of work to do."
