There is a small manor called Wincheston fifteen miles south of Tyniec. Sheriff Bob and a large group of people are waiting in the manor for the team coming from the north.

Next to Bob stood an anxious manor owner. The manor owner glanced at the north and asked uneasily: "Master Bob, do you think that if Master Pierre finds out about what we are doing, will he punish us?"

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Bob picked the bits of meat between his teeth with the middle finger of his right hand, tilted his head and glanced at the owner of the manor, and said contemptuously: "I said Elliot, you are only good at this, no wonder you haven't been knighted after so many years~

If it weren't for the fact that your dead father had served him as a slave for many years, your manor would have been taken back by the Vice-President of the Palace. Can you also argue and get the title of lifelong knight like your father~

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Seeing that Elliot still had a worried look on his face, Bob comforted him: "I have found out everything. This guy has no backing in the palace at all. Even the identity of the religious guard is fake. The city gate guard told me

, half a year ago this guy was still a hunter competing with wild beasts for food! He has no power, what are you afraid of?"

"Ah? A hunter is pretending to be a religious guard! Then go tell Mr. Pierre! This is a serious crime."

"Humph, I told him a long time ago, but not only did Mr. Pierre not hold any guilt, he actually handed over the weapons, food, and wages promised to me to that bastard! I tolerated it in the city, and now that bastard has come out

, I have to make him spit out everything he eats." Bob said through gritted teeth.

"If you help me accomplish this this time, I will go to the Deputy Prime Minister to intercede on your behalf and ask him to make you a lifelong knight."

The manor owner glanced at the three manor guards and five or six serfs holding farm tools and wooden forks following him, and then at the dozen or so sergeants from the security team holding swords and axes and a group of urban gangsters who came to help.

He calmed down and said, "Okay, but if Mr. Pierre is blamed in the future, you have to stop him."

Sheriff Bob sincerely looked down on the weakling in front of him. He ignored the manor owner, turned to a large group of people behind him and said: "Guys, give those bastards a good beating in a moment, except for that bullshit patrol officer."

, it doesn’t matter if you kill one or two of the other minions. When you get back the money, food and supplies, everyone will have a share.”

The people behind him cheered.

At this time, a sergeant from the security team ran to Bob from outside the manor and said, "Sir, they are almost here, but they have already discovered us."

"How could it be possible? How could we be found when we are so far away?"

"He~They have a Sentinel Rider!"

"What? Just a dozen bastards and still have a sentinel?"

"Okay, then we don't need to ambush. Guys, follow me."

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Art didn't expect that just as the outline of the city of Tyniec disappeared behind him, he encountered the first "enemy" since the team was first established. He had long heard from the manager of the warehouse that Mr. Pierre was transferring the food and salary of the security team to

I went to the patrol team, thinking that the police officer would come to trouble me, but after waiting for half a month in Tyniec, I still didn't see Bob. Now it seems that this guy is planning to vomit out the bad water he has been holding back in his stomach outside the city.

"Ron, continue to scout and find out their number. Don't get too close to prevent them from having bows and arrows."

Ron took the order to adjust the reins and rode the green mule in the direction of Wincheston Manor.

"Everyone stop and line up."

"Odo, pull the carriage to the haystack over there and hide it." Art pulled out the knight's sword from his waist.

Ron came back and told the opponent's number of people and weapon status. The entire patrol team assembled on a piece of fallow land next to the road. After waiting for a long time, two men on horseback led a dozen people from the manor in the distance.

There were three guys armed with long swords and short spears, and behind them there were a group of farmers and hooligans armed with farm tools, sticks and other various weapons.

Seeing Sheriff Bob riding a black horse and strolling seventy steps away, Art sat on the horse with a riding bow in hand, took out a light arrow from the front saddle quiver and put it on the bowstring, stretched out his tongue and licked the wind

, then fully drew the bowstring and aimed at Bob.

Jump~whoosh~

The light arrow made of birch twisted its shaft and floated towards the black horse on the opposite side.

Sheriff Bob, who was riding a horse with a large group of "warriors", felt extremely majestic at the moment. It wasn't until a light arrow fell from the sky that it hit the horse's head and sank into the hard soil, and Bob was so frightened that he stopped his horse.

Bob looked at Art, who was riding a maroon horse about seventy or eighty paces away, and the patrol soldiers arrayed neatly behind him, and felt a little drumming in his heart for no reason.

"Eot, get the guys to line up for me, get in line!"

A large group of noisy gangsters who followed Bob managed to stand in a crooked formation amidst the scoldings and sounds of sticks from several gangster leaders.

Art held the bow and arrow in his right hand, took the reins in his left hand and drove the horse forward, arriving more than twenty steps in front of Bob.

Pulling the reins to stop the horse, Art shouted sternly: "Master Sheriff, what do you mean by this? Are you colluding with bandits and bandits to attack my patrol team?"

Bob swallowed a mouthful of saliva with his Adam's apple squirming, and answered with force: "Art, you bastard, not only took away the weapons I wanted, but also took away the food and supplies that should belong to my security team. If you today

Just leave your food and supplies and get out, and I won't hold you accountable. If you dare to resist, I'll let you and your wild dogs go to hell with your heads in your hands."

Art glanced at the crooked formation behind Bob, then glanced at the horse under Bob, and said contemptuously to Bob: "You are the only one worthy of riding such a good horse? What a pity for this horse."

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Then he turned the horse's head and ran back to his formation.

Bob felt that his dignity had been greatly insulted. He turned around and shouted at the gangster leaders who were following closely behind him on horseback: "Tell the brothers, rush over and chop those bastards to death. You will be rewarded thirty fen for each one."

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As soon as he drove his horse back to his own military formation, the other side began to charge with howling ghosts and wolves.

Art and Ron led the mules and horses behind and tied them up, and each walked to both sides of the line to cover the flanks.

"Border patrol, contradictory line formation, formation!"

"roar!"

In the contradictory first-line formation, Odo is in the middle, holding a shield and a spear, staring at the person rushing towards him. Bass's first team is on the left, Kazak's second team is on the right; Ron is holding a shield and holding a spear.

The sword stands on the far left, and Art stands on the far right.

As soon as they met, the other party's minions had already rushed to a distance of twenty steps, while the other party's two riders were far behind the team to "supervise the battle."

"go ahead!"

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!..."

The line of contradictions marched forward sonorously and forcefully with neat steps...

Jason, the assistant in the first group of the first team on the left side of the line array, was taking steps forward step by step with the roar in his mouth. He felt that his throat was dry, his nose was bitter, and his hands holding the spear and shield were already dry.

Sweat broke out, and if he hadn't caught a glimpse of the tall and powerful body of Chief Bass next to him, he would have almost turned around and ran away.

Seeing that a large group of guys armed with swords, axes, short spears, clubs and wooden forks had rushed to a distance of about five steps, suddenly an order from the patrol officer came from the right - attack!!

Roar! Roar! Roar~

Jason closed his eyes and thrust out the iron spear placed on the buckler!

Phew~ I just felt a sluggish feeling as if the short spear in my hand had cut through sheepskin, and then the heavy object hit the wooden shield. Jason kicked his right leg hard on the ground to resist the impact, and then stabbed out with the short spear in his right hand~

"Three-person battle formation!"

Hearing this voice, Jason's mouth was filled with saliva, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His throat felt comfortable. He opened his eyes and unconsciously leaned sideways beside Chief Bass. He raised his shield to block Bass's right wing, and then charged at Chief Bass.

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Bob stayed on the horse.

He sensed something was wrong when the opponent marched towards them with shields and spears raised. But his sergeants and minions had already rushed out, and he couldn't make them stop.

Until there was an "attack" from the opposite side, more than a dozen iron spears were thrust out at almost the same time. Although some of the iron spears missed the target, there were still two or three men who were stabbed by the iron spears before they could stop~

The two sides stood in a stalemate in front of the wooden shield for a while. Seeing that their own people, who had the numerical advantage, were about to overwhelm the opponent's shield formation, the opponent's shield formation suddenly separated and turned into a formation of four or five people in a group of three.

Judging from the overall number of people, Bob has an obvious advantage, but when placed on each of the minions who are slashing and killing, it becomes one to deal with three enemies, and the three of them also formed a horns to cover each other, making it impossible to get close.

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Although they were superior in numbers, the security forces and the gangsters who were usually good at bullying the weak lacked real courage. After being cut down and stabbed by five or six people, they finally turned back into rats crossing the street...

Art had stopped, and his stainless steel knight sword was dripping with blood. He glanced at Odo, who was chasing after him, and threw the short spear in his hand. The iron spear pierced the back of a guy and killed him.

Nailed to the ground; Bass was leading a combat team to chase the fleeing enemies, and Ron followed behind Bass's combat team.

Art ignored the fleeing minions and stood on tiptoe to look for the fat guy.

"Asshole, rush back, come back!" Bob on the horse waved his sword and tried to stop his minions from retreating, but they were scared out of their wits and seemed to have grown four legs.

Usually they just run around trying to escape.

The tree was big and attracted the wind, and Bob on horseback became the target of Odo and Basil Ron who were chasing the enemy. Seeing that Bob was surrounded, Art tried to escape with his horse, so he quickly ran back to the haystack and got on his horse to chase him.

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Bob kicked the horse's belly hard with his spurs, and the horse under him jumped up and jumped out of the siege and ran towards the manor. Bob was just glad to escape the siege and save his life, and subconsciously turned his head to look at it while riding on the horse.

Behind him, the sight made him tremble with fright - Inspector Art, riding a bay-red horse and holding a sword in his arms, was galloping towards him...

Art holds the rein in his left hand and chases Bob with the sword in his right hand. The two horses are getting closer and closer. Art clamps the horse's belly. The horse feels the master's command under his crotch and speeds up the pace. Art's long

The sword turned when it touched Bob, and the back of the sword hit Bob hard on the back.

Bob was knocked off his horse and rolled to the ground.

Art ran a few steps forward, jumped off his horse, came to Bob, and pointed his sword directly at the fat guy who fell to the ground and was about to expire. "My lord, Sheriff, are you still going to pursue me? Otherwise, please chop me down."
To be continued...