After crying for a night, Alice lost her strength after all. She sat in the wet mine with red eyes, Baolu's eyes were full of despair.

She and her father were winemakers in a small village in the northern Duchy of Friesland. The father had a conflict with the local lord because he was dissatisfied with the local lord's tax increase and his intention to leave became stronger and stronger.

Just last month, a relative from the Earl of Berg in the south wrote a letter describing the peaceful life there, the stable tax rate, and the current situation of alcohol shortage.

After repeated weighing, Alice and her father, who were free craftsmen, decided to sell the winery in the village, bring brewing utensils and a batch of newly brewed ale, hired five caravans to guard, and headed south to Berg County overnight.

Unexpectedly, after entering Hatuaria County, which was under the leadership of the Earl of Berg, he was attacked by a group of robbers in the middle of the night and fell to his current level.

At this time, the light shining in outside the cave suddenly became much darker, and accompanied by the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Alice's tears burst out from her eyes, and she already knew what would happen next.

"My little beauty, where are you?" The bandit leader laughed loudly, his leather boots rustling in the wet hole.

"Father!" Alice leaned her head against her father's chest and sobbed in a low voice.

The old brewer didn't say anything, but just kept stroking his daughter's brown hair with his tied hands, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"Ha, so here!" The bandit leader saw the father and daughter who were tied up and curled up in the corner with the faint firelight of the torch in the cave.

A big hand covered with calluses, sticking to the soil and all kinds of filth, grabbed Alice's long hair with a faint vanilla smell, and suddenly pulled it on her body, which was emitting a strong sweaty smell all over her body.

The strong pain from his head almost fainted.

"What a beautiful little bitch!" The bandit leader couldn't help but squat down and hugged the brown-haired beauty who frowned, who seemed very painful and resistant.

"Sir, since I promised your subordinates to pay the ransom for our father and daughter, according to the rules, you have no right to touch us before the ransom is delivered!" The old winemaker was angry and the bandit leader who was playing with his daughter.

"What did you say, old thing?" The bandit took out his ears, as if he didn't hear it.

"I said..." The old wine brewer had just spoken when he suddenly felt his head buzzing, and he lay on his side to the ground. After a while, a burning pain came from his right face.

"That's the rule of you ridiculous civilized people. It's enough for me to save your life to be grateful!" Looking at the old winemaker who was slapped for a long time, the bandit leader sneered.

"Father! Are you okay?" Alice looked at her father's miserable situation and cried in grief.

"Ha, old guy, I not only want to hit your people, but also your daughter in front of you, hahahaha!" The bandit leader smiled lewdly, and his dirty hands were about to take off Alice's dress.

"Ah, who will save me, don't!" Alice struggled wildly. But this would only make the hungry wolf on her body even more crazy.

At this moment, screams and weapons collided faintly outside the cave.

"Boss! No, a group of people outside have entered the camp!" A minion on duty at the door ran into the mine and shouted loudly.

"What?" The bandit leader put down Alice who was struggling in his arms, "What a fucking ghost, how many people are there?"

"About twenty people, the battle formation looks like Vikings. But they all speak the Hatu Aria dialect with a Lorraine accent and wear peasant's clothes." The minion said in confusion.

...

"Shield wall, stabbing!"

The fat man saw several bandits in front of the shield wall constantly hitting the shield wall. While shouting and giving instructions, he swung his axe to chop off the head of a bandit who attempted to go around from the right wing to the back of the shield formation. The red and white objects burst out from the bandit's skull instantly covered the fat man's upper body, looking very scary.

The shield formation was divided into slightly larger gaps. The soldiers standing and holding the shield held the spear and stabbed the spear through the gap to the bandits who were rushing against the shield formation.

"Ahh!" Several bandits in front of the shield formation suddenly screamed.

Someone was stabbed in the thigh and knelt down. Someone was inserted into the stomach with a spear, and his blood-filled hands were holding the spear tightly.

A quick bandit avoided the spear, grabbed the handle of the spear and pulled it back with both hands, and actually pulled the spear out. The new recruit who held the spear unstable center of gravity was almost pulled out of the shield wall.

"careful!"

The new recruit who had revealed his flaws was about to stand firm and stand up the big round shield again, but the agile bandit in front of him immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist and inserted it into his throat.

"Puff"

The recruit seemed to have been exhausted, and the shield in his hand fell to the ground. He covered his neck, which was constantly gushing blood, and fell down. The recruit who was squatting under him, holding the shield, felt a heat flow pouring down from his head, put the short axe in his right hand on the ground, touched it with his hands, and saw the bright redness of his hands, smelling the increasingly bloody smell, and he immediately felt frightened.

"The people next to you make up for the empty space! Hurry up, fill in the empty space!" Simon had no time to be sad during this fierce battle. What he saw was a small hole in the entire shield wall.

"Bill, Klein, shoot arrows from the flank!" Simon shouted.

After a while, four arrows flew out from the forest on the left flank of the camp.

Two arrows shot on a bandit who tried to get around the shield wall from the left, and the other hit the waist of the bandit who killed a new recruit in front of the shield wall. Another shot didn't hit anything and quickly passed through the battlefield and drilled into the forest on the right wing of the camp.

"Spread the formation and charge!" Simon saw that the dozen or so bandits in the camp had already fallen.

"Kill!"

Several old serfs who had been on the battlefield took the lead in charge and rushed forward with short axes and hammers. The tingling recruits behind him hesitated for a moment. Looking at some bandits in the camp who turned around and ran away when they saw the situation was not good, they finally plucked up the courage, shouted loudly, and rushed forward together.

"What the hell are you standing there? Go!" Simon kicked the two recruits who were stunned on the butt, and the latter stared blankly at the bloody battlefield in front of him.

A bandit who had been stabbed in the stomach was covered with the falling white intestines and the continuous gushing blood, moaning in pain on the ground. A bandit whose thigh was pierced was trying to stand up, trying to escape to the forest on the side, but was suddenly kicked down by a recruit and kept begging for mercy.

The chaotic open space was full of bandits' bodies and wounded people, and the strong smell of blood in the air was lingering.

"vomit"

The two dull recruits vomited directly.

Simon wanted to vomit, but he still controlled it. The original owner of this body had once gone to the battlefield with the Baron, and the scene was much bloody than it is now. Simon, who should have vomited, had long since vomited.

At this time, a scream came from the battlefield not far away, accompanied by the scream of a new recruit. Simon ignored the two weak recruits and ran forward quickly.

When Simon arrived at the center of the camp, he saw a young recruit lying on the ground. There was a huge wound from the left collarbone to the right rib, and even the thick white bones and various organs in his body could be seen. The recruit was lying on the ground and twitching, and it seemed that there was no help.

The other recruits held shields and surrounded a tall, thick, shirtless man with both hands, holding a battle axe in his hands and kept a distance from him.

"Where is Hoffman?" Simon asked the recruits on the side with a frown.

"He just took a few people to the abandoned mine cave to pursue the deserter!" The recruit looked at the tall and mighty man in front of him nervously and answered Simon.

"Hmm?" The bare-sash man noticed Simon wearing a mail and an exquisite Norman helmet. "Are you the leader of these cowardly farmers? Do you have the will of fighting with me, Jack, a long axe!?"

"Haha," Simon looked at the recruit who had lost his voice in his eyes and fell into the bloodstain of the big pool with unwilling reluctance, and looked at Jack Long Axe angrily, "Although duels with an incompetent bastard like you are a waste of my identity, I really want to chop your head and feed the dog with one sword!"
Chapter completed!