Relieved, but embarrassed, Lloyd hurriedly said, "I'll bring someone to help you."
"No, I can handle it myself."
Derek flatly refused, allowing Lloyd to know, but not participate.
This is a hidden danger.
Lloyd, who thought he had another idea, quickly explained: "It's not that I don't know you, but you know that fame is very important to me."
"I understand. We're friends, and I don't let friends work for me at a loss."
Derek calmed Lloyd down, waited until he was gone to prepare.
"My Lord, how did you know they would pass here?"
Simon puzzled in the ambush asked.
Five days into the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, and no prey yet.
Derek, however, was confident and waited patiently.
"In our country, they are rats, and they can deal with anyone they catch.
But over here, they can do it all right.
If it were you, would you still stay in the wild?" Derek asked.
"No, I'm going into town for repairs," Simon understood at once. "So this is the shortest way."
Derek believes that a group of slave trappers, no matter how careful, can stay that way.
You're on your own turf. You're gonna relax.
This is my chance.
He believes he is at least 90 percent sure.
A group of slave trappers may be vicious and cautious, but they certainly don't have a high level of military accomplishment.
This is the perfect place for an ambush.
All the hard work pays off, and Derek finally gets his prey.
With all the spies in, Derek takes everyone and hides behind a little sack of dirt.
Beyond that, there is sweeping flat land, with no hiding place.
Even this little mound of dirt looks very unremarkable.
You can't hide too many people in a place like this.
So, it won't attract attention.
He knew that he had only one chance, and it was to fight less and more.
The only advantage is that there is no mental calculation, elite against the mob.
The size of the slave squad is indeed not small, a large number of slaves tied hands and feet by grass ropes, slowly moving forward.
As a result, the slave catcher was no faster, but the number of slave hunters was far lower than Derek had estimated.
According to what the spies could see, there were probably two or three hundred slaves, but the number of the slave catcher was never more than fifty.
This situation is somewhat unexpected and seems understandable.
After all, there are people on the Rokking side, and the pressure to actually armed slave capture is low, more like an escort mission.
And the most dangerous road has gone, to their own territory, more lack of vigilance.
Derek is prepared for the worst, but the prey is more stupid than he thinks.
Every warhorse is very quiet and meets the standards of a warhorse.
Derek led the horse, counting silently, and walked slowly to the top of the hill.
Over the highest point, just in time to see the long line around the mountain.
This is the only road trampled out, perhaps the back of the mountain is a leeward place, suitable for camping.
Derek rolled onto his horse, and the other riders mounted just as quickly.
Pull the REINS and lift the long wooden spear.
"Charge!"
The sound of a horse's hooves comes from nothing in just a moment.
The dull sound was like the beating of a war drum, rapid and dense.
Even without the majority of people reacting, the twelve riders rushed to the front.
Most of the cavalry had been trained for only a year, but the skillful ones were as good as the old ones.
Derek was also leading the charge for the first time, and when the spear hit the target, there was so much resistance from his arms that his whole body began to lean back.
He even saw the wooden spear burst, with such great force that the wooden pole could not bear the pressure.
Fortunately, he did not know how many times he had been trained to charge, the instinctive release of his arms, every movement was very standard.
The horse, with the other hand at his command, is light and swift over the obstacles.
Quickly picked up the knight's sword from the hook on one side, the heavy knight's sword lost a bit of sharpness, but more heavy.
Just as the horse was slowing down, Derek swung from side to side, chopping down several men.
He heard someone yelling, trying to stop the counterattack.
But the cavalry that followed easily tore up any resistance.
Almost no resistance was felt until the horse came to a complete halt.
Clamp your legs, control the horse across an arc, turn.
Derek saw out of the corner of his eye that there were a lot of cavalry behind him, and everyone was stained with blood.
Behind the hillsides, the spearmen had come out and dealt the slave catcher an even heavier blow.
The slaves' hands and feet were strung together, some were lying on the ground, some wanted to escape, and even ran into each other.
And the members of the slave squad, the remaining number is about half.
"The whole situation has been decided!
Derek was relieved that he had just forgotten his nervousness when he was charging, and now it was really exciting to look back.
When the cavalryman had come round, he picked up speed again, passing from the side of the spearmen.
Even the first resistance organized by the slave hunters was easily destroyed.
Most of them are dead. These outlaws are going crazy.
"We are..."
A guy who looked like a head collar tried to name him, and Derek just threw his knight's sword.
The heavy knight's sword, like a brick, hit the other person's head, interrupting the words.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the few remaining members of the slave catcher.
"Take no survivors."
The spearmen moved forward, stiffly listening to the slogan.
Within moments, everyone was killed.
Derek arranged for the clothes to be collected and the loot set on fire.
Then the horses dragged the bodies and dumped them.
A simple treatment of the battlefield, except for the blood on the scene, there is nothing.
'Withdraw!
The place was remote and desolate, but there were men behind the slave guards, and if they did not return for a long time, someone would surely come to investigate the situation.
However, there are so many wild animals in the wild that it is not certain how many fragments these bodies will leave behind.
At this level, I'm afraid we'll never find the perpetrator.
Derek led the slave, loosening the rope from his feet and tying only his hands.
"We are the army of the Kingdom of Rocco, here to save you, and this is the land of the bastards of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, and you don't want to experience what happens when you get caught running away."
So come home with me honestly and wait for arrangements."
Perhaps the word home touched the slave, and the journey was so smooth that no one tried to escape.
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Derek took the men to the mountain base, where they were screened for the first time.
The most obedient will be integrated into the army to prepare for the coming war.
He's stubborn, and Derek's not a good man, so just do your job.
Derek won't feel any worse about being brought to the Kingdom of the Holy Cross by those bastards.
268 people in total, some of them must have died on the way, otherwise 300.
More than 200 unattached, strong enough to make two hundred teams.
Under normal circumstances, Derek would never support this many soldiers. It's too expensive.
But war is coming, and everything we invest now will pay off in excess.
So Derek is back in the mountains, training.
This time, the training was more intense and rigorous.
Fortunately, the materials are sufficient, otherwise this intensity of training can tire people out.
He consciously began to train his knight attendants, teaching them some basic military knowledge.
Formations, calls, tactics.
Even how to grasp the heart of the army, motivate morale, how to deal with some situations.
Derek would regularly simulate battles, putting the two sides in different roles and playing each other.
Squires such as Simon, although nominally bearing the title of knight squires, have changed careers on the panel.
Simon
Class: Knight Level 9 (85/100)
Experience Pool: 0/100
And some knight attendants, that is, some of the standards are not up to standard, the force and basic military knowledge are absolutely qualified.
With a good crew, Derek was able to distract himself, control production and training at several locations.
He even gradually moved back and forth, with several attendants, constantly moving.
It's a form of exercise, too, for a knight's squire.
On this day, he again left the mountain base in full view of the public.
This time, he left Simon to run the show.
Before he left, Derek whispered.
"Pay attention, I think there are still some slaves in this group who are not convinced, so we should appropriately relax the supervision and give them a chance."
Simon actually noticed that there were thorns in the slave soldiers, but he did not think that the other side would dare to risk it.
"Are these fools afraid to do anything? They should have seen our strength, and the treatment is not bad, and there will be opportunities for freedom in the future."
Simon didn't believe it, he felt that the treatment of the base was already very good, taking care of all aspects.
It's a good opportunity. Derek knows you have to make mistakes to grow.
"Remember, everything is prepared for the worst, these guys are not even so good treatment, does not mean that they may cause something?"
Also, the power may make some people's minds are not clear, you can not apply normal thinking to everyone.
Think before you win, think before you lose. Get ready and think."
Derek then walked away, leaving Simon with a pensive look on his face.
Simon took Derek's warning seriously, but it was hard to believe.
But he secretly prepared, as expected to see the base's defense weakened, someone moved the mind.
"We want to go home. These people are no different than the slave catcher. They treat us like slaves."
Someone started spreading rumors among the slaves, trying to get some help.
After a period of time together, those people are dissatisfied, those people are wavering, these people know each other.
A lot of people are attracted by targeted persuasion.
"Their power is terrible. Have you forgotten what happened to the Slave Catcher?"
"Well, I trained a few days more than we did, and now I'm not bad."
A period of training, progress than the new recruits with a panel of blessing, self-confidence is greatly expanded.
In fact, the widening gap is also the reason why some people have different thoughts in life.
Because if you look at it, those who drag you down will become abandoned scum.
Don't try, wait to be cannon fodder?
After two days in tandem, they finally agreed on a time.
If there's a riot, then the rest of us can stay out of it?
If one person rioted, everyone would be suspect, and they believed that a lot of people would wake up and join the riot.
As for what to do after the riot? Just run home.
Simon soon got the message that these people were still underestimating the human heart.
Derek's side isn't too badly treated, it's armed, and not everyone wants to die with it.
It's easier to use these idiots as a way to get in than a riot.
Simon was dumbstruck when he heard about the informant.
The grown-ups were right again.
After this time, he was able to remember that sentence thoroughly.
And then... Simon is also angry under the cruel.
"Had it not been for adult warning, I might have suffered a loss this time."
Pacify the snitch, promise me a place as a ten-year-old.
People who get closer to each other should be rewarded.
Maybe people down there don't like whistleblowers, but people up there don't.
In the middle of the night, a group of agreed slaves sneaked out of the barracks, ready to steal weapons and then riot.
But it was not long before he went out that one torch after another was lit.
Then they saw a group of heavily armed soldiers surrounding them.
'Killed!
Simon's callous orders didn't give them a chance.
He even woke everyone up and told them what would happen if they betrayed him.
Derek, who had returned to the estate, noticed the changes on the panel and suddenly added several new names.
"It looks like something happened."
Then he forgot about it.
Just a few small things.
The family handed over two estates, one of which became a large military camp.
One became a blacksmith's shop.
In addition to the original population, some artisans and the families of military officers were also housed here.
Little Tru's father, for example, became a part of the estate.
To feel at ease.
Secure the hearts of men and the hearts of Derek.
The panel is not omnipotent, in case of an accident, the heart changes, it may disappear from the panel at any time.
Even if he can react in time, it's a loss.
But now, the odds are half as good.
Meanwhile, the panel turned to page three.
The first page is the personal panel.
The second page is the army.
Page three becomes the manor, or civil affairs.
The effect is the same. It's just a way of categorizing.
Derek did some research and found that farmers were among them, which meant a firmer foundation.
The same land, my family production more than 30%, accumulated is not a small number.
He now attaches more importance to the first is the army, the second is the armed forces.
It happened that the whole northern province was preparing for war, so the constraints in this regard were much looser.
Otherwise, the Ferrera family would have been noticed by now.
Maybe the Kingdom Legion is coming for a visit.
After all, although nobles have the right to form an army, but the kingdom is not a vegetarian, you have no problem to form an army within a reasonable range, and suddenly what do you want to do?
Even Derek took the opportunity to train blacksmiths on a large scale, only four or five levels, able to build simple weapons, to hit the big Smith can.