The spearmen were still tense, but the strong performance had loosened their muscles a bit, or at least less so.

Derek did not forget to observe the situation, watching as the bandits gradually agreed that they might be closing in.

The caravan barely made a circle, and Vincent's in charge was still reliable, leaving a gap.

"Step back and watch your step."

The Lancers retreated slowly, their fierce performance making the mountain thieves hesitate to advance.

A few small ringleaders swear, hand and foot, drive off and pursue.

But also a tough guy, directly take the lead, lead the charge.

Mountain people tough, sure enough is not talking.

A group of farmers would have collapsed by now.

But if Derek had the choice, he'd still want the farmer.

Obey. Obey is the most important thing.

Combat panels can be practiced, but obedience is a little harder.

We're looking at a bandit approaching, which could disrupt the formation.

Derek wouldn't let them get away with it. He just gave the order.

"Stop, spike!"

The spearman instinctively stopped and stepped forward.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The guy who rushed the fastest, directly on the body a few wound, blood rushed out.

This time, the other thieves completely chickened out, and no one dared to come forward.

Derek then led the spearmen back into their humble camp.

Vincent was the first to get here, and he had just witnessed the whole thing, and he was impressed by Derek's performance.

I don't know how many mercenaries have worked together, but this is the first time.

Not to mention combat, he was just able to countercharge, a courage that most mercenaries don't have.

A few elite can do it, but on the way back and listen to orders to counterattack, that's unheard of.

Otherwise, the thieves wouldn't have been able to chase them straight.

Clearly, force is an extremely important resource, at least in the eyes of the Vinson steward.

"Knight Derek, truly an elite knight of the Earl's Order, I have never seen such a powerful warrior."

Now he was convinced that Derek really was an elite knight.

Even if he had blown it, he thought it might be true.

When we get back, we must find out when there was such a fierce man in the Order of Count Perez.

Derek left Vincent in charge for the moment, and examined the spearmen in action.

Fortunately, no one was hurt. The rudimentary leather armor did its job, and one unlucky man was hit in the chest with an arrow, but it barely penetrated the armor, not even breaking the skin.

The others were not hurt at all, the weapon was after all an inch long an inch strong, did not rush to the front of the body, it was out of reach.

Thanks also to the bandits, otherwise this number of regular troops, even the militia, could have caused huge casualties.

Derek runs the defense nonstop, and everyone is disarmed.

He distributed the caravan guards evenly, and the gang stayed behind, so they could take a few shots.

He himself ordered the spearmen to prepare for a battle that could happen at any moment.

The thieves outside hesitated and seemed to have a conflict of opinion.

But with a dozen casualties, it would be lame to go back if we didn't get anything.

Failure once would challenge the status of these small groups.

After some argument, they made up their minds to go on.

Learned the lesson just now, a few people simply distributed the primary and secondary, ready to break the defense of the caravan.

As for the blocking of some carriages, they did not pay any attention to it.

Derek laughed coldly when he saw that the thief had done nothing about it.

"Basically safe, these idiots really think they're an elite army?"

Do not think that the carriage is useless as a shield, and the regular army must scramble without auxiliary equipment.

Derek would have prepared the oil directly.

Of course, thieves looking for money don't usually do that.

But do you really think the number of people can be piled up?

It's not that he underestimates each other, without a few times the manpower, without the preparation to withstand casualties, don't want to rush in.

Unfortunately, the thief has neither.

"Derek Knight, shall we negotiate with them?" Vincent's a little nervous in charge again.

Showing their thorny degree, but also willing to lose money to avoid disaster, is also a way.

If we can build a relationship, maybe this trade route will be safer in the future.

"No hurry, the negotiation should also wait until the other side is defeated, otherwise their appetite can be satisfied?"

Derek didn't say anything back, and that was a perfunctory statement.

He knows that another wave, these bandits may be gone, there is no need to negotiate.

After all, it's just a bunch of rabble.

Derek saw clearly that it was a group of mountaineers posing as thieves.

But I don't need to talk to Manager Vincent about this.

Soon, the screeching thieves rushed up again.

This time, it makes them even more confused.

Spear spear even if it is not easy to turn over the mountain thief, an instant by a group of people cut down on the ground.

The carriage, which seemed to be of little use, now became the strongest fortress.

Vincent's not a fool to be in charge, and looking at the situation, it doesn't seem like we need to pay for peace, does it?

"So these thieves are also strong on the outside?"

Listening to Vincent's exclamation, Derek finally turned around at ease.

If the client thinks it's easy, the deal will be difficult.

So, he punctured the illusion that Vincent was in charge.

"If it is me, first fire, then wait for the rabbit, the whole caravan want to run."

If you want more money, strike at dawn, and you'll be surprised.

This is it, prepare a few bumps in advance, these wagons will soon fall apart.

Don't say anything about poison and ambush.

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And if these thieves had been professional, they wouldn't have got away so easily today."

Manager Vincent was so shaken by what Derek was saying, he couldn't even look at him right.

If this changes this guy's career, does he still have a life to wait for?

Sure enough, there is a difference between the professional and the amateur.

He instantly dispelled some of the idea of saving money, can spend money to avoid disaster or spend it, life can not have anything.

Seeing a few bodies left behind, the mountain thief finally could not carry.

I'm not here to get killed robbing a family to improve their lives.

So there was no need to call, and half of the run was hurried.

The rest of a look, the opposite people are faster than their own, that also play what?

The conscience carries the body of the companion, the conscience does not turn around and run.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain thief ran seven, eight, eight.

There was nothing left but a few bodies that couldn't be taken away.

Many on this side of the caravan collapsed to the ground in relief.

They really thought they were gonna talk today.

Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't have a gang this big.

The loss of the caravan, several unlucky people were hacked, and one unlucky person was hacked to death.

There was some damage to the carriage and some cargo lost.

But it's not as small as being robbed by a mountain burglar.

Having fought off the thieves, there's no way we're going any further today.

We just set up camp nearby, and the rest is not Derek's business.

He took advantage of this opportunity to carry out some psychological construction for the soldiers under his command.

After a battle, the fear of war has disappeared for many people.

The visible green faded, and some people were even extremely excited and eager to try.

After the mental construction, Derek finally opened the panel.

Sure enough, the experience of all the soldiers went up a notch, from ten to twenty.

This is the experience and mentality complement, bring progress.

For spearmen up to level five, the progress has been very weak.

After level seven or eight, you basically don't move.

And now it's gone all over the place.

But I don't think there are many such opportunities, and each time less.

Look at your panel data again.

Von Derick

Class: Knight Level 7 (5/100)

Experience Pool: 0/100

Good. It's up three points, too.

Including his own knight attendants, he also had four levels of rank.

And there were unexpected discoveries.

Derek opens the bottom profile picture, which is clearly not a person.

War horse

Quality: Average (46/100)

Experience Pool: 0/100

"Can War Horse be added to the panel?"

Derek suddenly realized that if the arms business was profiteering, the war horse business was a monopoly.

Especially the price range is very large, and you can not buy money.

Just like this ordinary horse, it costs more than 10 gold pieces.

A really well-trained horse starts with tens of gold pieces.

It didn't take Derek long to figure out what it was about War Horse that made it into the panel.

Was that the fight?

Or obey?

In the case of soldiers included in the panel, he thinks the latter is more likely, but if each horse has to do it himself to be accepted into the panel, then this feature is not much use.

Derek can only keep this in mind for a while, and if not, at least he can continue to cultivate a few good horses.

In the evening, Vincent's steward paid a quiet visit and promised to return to the city with a reward.

Not too many, but definitely.

That's the rule, too. You can't ignore hard work.

Reason is reason, love is love, this is the way to do things.

At least it'll make Derek happy, and it'll make things a little easier.

After a short stay, the caravan continued its leisurely journey.

There are not many shanzhai left, and the caravan is about to return.

Vincent's steward prayed that there would be no more accidents.

Despite being attacked once, in fact, the caravan is still a big profit, the second half of this road, but a big profit.

The mountain people are xenophobic, and if it weren't for the goat caravan, Derek would never have been able to easily enter the other side's cottage.

He also restrained his soldiers and tried not to cause conflict.

Just guarding the convoy, quietly watching the mountain people coming and going.

It seems that there is more than one village. It seems that there are some famous mountain people nearby.

Derek crossed his shoulders and stared with piercing eyes, intimidating some mountaineers with other thoughts.

"Can the medicine be cheaper? These rabbit skins are all we have."

"No, these rabbit skins can only be made into gloves, and they can't be sold at a price. I prepared the best medicine for my wounds for myself, and I won't sell it cheap."

The sound of an argument caught Derek's attention.

He looked over his shoulder, and there was Vincent in charge arguing with a raggedy mountain man.

He moved closer to prevent conflict.

Vincent's got more momentum when he sees Derek.

There are people who cut off heads, but there are no people who lose money.

Manager Vincent may have been very restrained with Derek, but he has no empathy for these humble mountain people.

Making him lose money is harder than cutting meat.

The mountain man seemed ready to strike, but at the sight of Derek, his neck shrank and fear flickered in his eyes.

He seemed to want to go, but remembered his brother lying down, but he refrained.

"Supervisor, you will give me the wound medicine, next time come, I will bring you ten wild pig skin."

Ten wild pig skins, enough to make several large leather armor, which is quite valuable.

Vinson steward's eyes are bright, but a look at the other party's tattered dress, and a lip: "next time, you don't starve to death, hurry away, don't stop me, otherwise I will be welcome."

The blue veins of the mountain man's arms burst, as if he wanted to strike.

At this point, Derek stepped forward and pressed his shoulder.

"My friend, that looks familiar!"

The mountain people were startled, remembering where they were, remembering how powerful this was in front of them.