Start as Inherited Baroness

After the interrogation, Simon did not get much useful information. The bandits knew very little.

However, he did know that the current situation in West Godland was even more corrupt, and there was even a tendency to spread to the forest valley.

However, up to now, no earl has been overthrown. Most of the dead were barons, and occasionally there were viscount families.

This shows that although the bandits in West Godland have swept most of the local area, they are still unable to attack the fortified city. Only some small castles have been damaged.

Simon lost interest in these bandits, waved his hand, and said: "Take them away, tattoo their faces, and use them as slaves."

"Yes!" Soldiers dragged them away immediately. These people had no strength to shout and let them be flattened and rounded.

"Mailan, line up the shield spearmen and some archers of the guards behind the gate, wait for the bandits to break the door, and kill them.

If possible, capture the leader alive, and kill as many elite bandits as possible, leaving no one alive.

The bandits can keep prisoners." Simon immediately ordered.

"Yes! Sir! I will mobilize them right away." Mai Lan responded and put down his sword.

Simon continued to stay on the high ground, watching the situation on the battlefield.

After the Western bandits were defeated, the bandit group had less than 500 soldiers available.

About 150 of them were members of the mercenary group with some combat effectiveness, and the rest were bandits from the forest valley that they had gathered.

That was the information obtained from the captured bandits, and there was no deeper information.

At this time, the bandit leader took all the troops and rushed towards the village together.

This time there were more rules, all holding shields and advancing slowly, and there was a special detachment to cover the bandits carrying rams.

"Stop pretending! Except for the archers lined up at the gate, all archers are free to shoot!"

Seeing this, Simon hesitated for a moment and ordered immediately.

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, the guards ran to pass the order.

Soon, the sound of arrows whizzing through the air was heard, and hundreds of sharp arrows were thrown at the robbers.

Suddenly, the robbers seemed to be named, and from time to time some of them fell down after being shot, wailing, thrashing for a while, and then died.

However, their morale was much higher than that of the bandits, and their skills in using shields were also high.

Some shields were pierced with seven or eight arrows, but they still didn't hit the person.

After a while, the robbers in two groups advanced to the wooden wall of the village, and those carrying battering rams began to shout slogans and smash the door hard.

Those who built ladders climbed up with shields. This village was built by local villagers and was not high, less than five meters.

In a few steps, the robbers reached the top of the village wall, but what followed was the iron spears flashing with cold light.

"Ah!!" The first warrior screamed and fell off the ladder, and the people behind him shrank their necks and looked terrified.

He saw that it was a very fine iron spear that stabbed him to death. How could the villagers be so well equipped? ?

Not only did they have countless arrows, but they even had excellent weapons that only regular troops would be equipped with.

"Come on! Coward!! I'm waiting to get my woman!"

A big man with a shield behind him, who was unaware of the situation, urged him. This man was wearing a set of light iron armor and was obviously an elite.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

...

At the same time, the bandits who attacked the main gate also smashed the door vigorously.

The camp built by the villagers was not very solid, so it didn't take long for the big wooden door to tremble.

After a while, after a muffled sound, the frame of the wooden door could no longer support it, shattered, and the whole door fell inward.

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

The one-eyed leader roared excitedly, his face full of fanaticism, but suddenly stopped like a duck with its throat strangled.

He stared at the door in amazement, and following his gaze, there was a well-armored square team holding sharp spears, ready for battle.

"Trap! It's a trap!! Ah uh..."

The one-eyed leader quickly came to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared.

Suddenly, an armor-piercing arrow came through the wind, shot through the man's iron helmet, and nailed him to death.

"Kill!" Sarit put away his bow, raised his spear, and ordered loudly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

The foot soldiers of the guards shouted coldly, and after the archers shot a round, the shield spearmen rushed up in a line.

These elite slave soldiers were all on Simon's team list, and they had all been strengthened several times. Now they were medium-level warriors, and their combat effectiveness was not bad.

The bandits were of mixed quality, how could they withstand such a stranglehold.

The two sides fought for only a few minutes, and dozens of bandits were stabbed to death.

As the infantry were well-organized and protected by armor, no one was injured or killed.

"Retreat! Run!"

The bandit leader was no longer calm as before, and he screamed with a distorted face, and began to flee.

He seemed to be a professional in running, knowing to carry the iron-studded wooden shield behind him to prevent being hit by a cold arrow.

As he retreated, the bandits lost their fighting spirit and immediately collapsed. They turned around and fled with terrified expressions, and some even threw away their weapons.

Reducing their own load, they naturally ran faster than their companions.

At this time, Simon and more than 30 cavalrymen had been waiting for a long time, all fed their war horses, and walked out of the village slowly.

They simply lined up outside the door, and with his order, the cavalry began to charge.

"Boss! My God! They have cavalry! They must be the lord of the Courageous Territory! It's Baron Simon Hollen!!"

The confidant who fled behind the giant axe Nick looked back from time to time, and shouted in horror when he saw this.

Hearing this, Nick the Giant Axe looked back, and his pupils shrank instantly.

Other bandits may not feel it deeply, but he is very clear about the power of these cavalry.

However, he was only panicked for a moment, and then immediately calmed down, and began to look around.

The forest is too far away from here, and he will be caught up by the cavalry before he can get there in time. For now, he can only jump into the river.

After thinking about it, he no longer hesitated, turned and ran towards the Qingshui River, and his confidants behind him followed suit...

Looking at Simon, holding a fine war spear, killing vigorously, he experienced the fun of riding and slashing.

"Ah ah ah! Woo woo! Help... Ah!!"

A heavy axeman who even lost his shoes was terrified, and his legs were about to be dislocated.

But how can two legs beat four legs?

Soon after, Simon caught up and stabbed his back with a spear.

The man whimpered and fell down in pain. He didn't struggle violently, and it was estimated that he had no strength.

This scene was played out frequently on this battlefield, and each cavalryman harvested more than three heads.

Simon stabbed seven people to death with his own hands, and some clever cavalrymen even consciously drove the robbers to his horse.

Just so that his lord could get a thrilling pleasure from the assassination.

This was really misinterpreted by his subordinates, and he didn't like it...

Not long after, the battle ended.

It was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, with few clouds in the sky and bright sunshine.

Simon rode his horse to inspect the remains of the battlefield, his eyes swept over the corpses, and he sighed in his heart: "Alas, I am getting more and more adapted to this world.

The spear is more handy.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do..."