Riding and Slashing

Chapter 45

"Sword, woman, sell me. Thief, frontier, smuggler."

The warlord didn't dwell on this simple question, and the sword's origins made no difference to his clan.

Ralph explained next to him: "It seems that a thief sold it to him. This is actually very common in Longhe Town, my lord. If the thieves get weapons, as long as they have a way, they will definitely find a way to sell them to Jatu. People. Because they will not be tracked, and they can be sold at the best price—the Jatu people don’t know how to smelt. Although they are regarded as enemies, the Duke of Alma has also done so..."

Li Ang smiled strangely, as if joking: "Did Earl Auden do it too..."

Ralph looked around, saw that other people were busy cleaning the battlefield, and said in a low voice: "Occasionally, the broken equipment that has been eliminated... Anyway, everyone will sell it. Brothers have to earn some money, and we need more money." The horse breeding used to exchange for the Jatu people..."

Li Ang really didn't expect this to happen. It turns out that the strength of the Jatu people is also raised by everyone...

It's no wonder that this warlord group, which doesn't do production but only loots, has been closed in the grassland for hundreds of years but has not become a savage.

The so-called never deal with any forces, it turns out that they never make official deals.

Fortunately, I thought it was so mysterious...

"Can you find that woman?"

Li Ang poked the dazed warlord.

"No, thief, I can't find it in the mountains."

"Okay...you summoned the army this time just to cover Duke Alma? How much did you charge him?"

Li Ang also wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

But when encountering this kind of problem, the Jiatu warlord stopped talking: "Kill me!"

What a pity to kill...

Li Ang thought of the warlord's excellent horse, the horse that was injured by the arrow and still didn't run around.

"I said I wouldn't kill you... Well, I won't ask you anything about your tribe and army, but other small talk shouldn't matter? What's your name?"

The Jatu warlord looked at Li Ang suspiciously: "Draxu."

"Those horses outside are my trophies. I need someone to feed them, otherwise their only fate is to become a hot pot..."

Drash looked at Li Ang with hatred.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't help it, all my men are infantry, no one knows how to raise horses..."

Drash looked at the mercenaries cleaning the battlefield outside, sighed, his eyes dimmed: "You, don't tell me, trust me!"

"Don't talk nonsense! My lord spit on a nail!...Eh? Don't understand? My lord will do what I say...Forget it, let me just say it, I plan to let you take care of these horses, otherwise my subordinates will definitely will eat them!"

Li Ang pointed to the iron pot, then waved his finger at those big hunks.

Klose, who was in the distance, saw that Li Ang seemed to be waving at him, and ran over in a hurry: "My lord, shall we have horse meat for lunch?"

Li Ang almost wanted to give him a hundred likes, but this guy didn't hear anything, and he could cooperate so well just by relying on his foodie instinct!
Drash finally broke down: "You! You can't! Eat horses!"

As a result, there was an extra line in Li Ang's team list.

'Drasch, groom'.

The friendliness is definitely not high, but it doesn't matter-this guy really loves horses, as long as he can take good care of them.

……

After reorganizing for a day, Li Ang planned to lead the team to leave. He wanted to find another place to establish a territory and send the relics of the mercenaries who died in battle to their hometown.

This kind of commitment to his subordinates, the lord is indeed what he says.

Leslie's caravan guards, as well as the two Mettenheimers who died in the battle, have also been found in a valley not far away, and they were recovered by the rangers.

The Jatu people who were eager to return to the grassland just destroyed the caravan without looting their equipment.

As before, the relics of the Mettenheim people were handed over to Klose for safekeeping.

Mettenheim Infantry, 2/10.

Four mercenary crossbowmen died in battle, and one was disabled. The current team list is "Hercenary crossbowman, 6/18".

The two refugees are safe and sound.

But the others, including Li Ang, were all wounded. Except for the carpenter who had not formally joined the team, no more than ten people in the whole team could maintain their combat effectiveness.

It was a sad loss, but this is the battlefield, and it would have been much more had the horn not called for the Rangers to arrive in time.

Li Ang didn't give any morale-boosting speech this time, he just fulfilled his promise silently.

Delivering on promises without compromise is far more effective than any incentive.

The loot has been distributed according to the gains, but without exception, everyone wants to cash out and give everyone bonuses.

It's not because the subordinates have suddenly become noble, and they feel sorry for the lord's poverty, and are willing to let him work as a middleman to make a difference, but because no one wants to increase the price with a lot of chain armor, nomadic shields, scimitars and the like. own weight...

They are all wounded...they can't bear it.

But this makes the lord quite troubled-this pile of crap is not easy to deal with. If you operate it carelessly, let alone make a difference, you may have to pay for it!
After looking at Leslie, who had roughly recovered her emotions, Li Ang moved over.

"Leslie, that... do you want to rebuild your caravan?"

The lord was a little cautious, he didn't want to irritate the poor girl.

"No, my lord, thank you for your kindness... I can't rebuild the caravan, everything I have is gone..."

Leslie's eyes were dim, and she was fiddling with a dagger that might have belonged to her brother.

"But I don't think you'd want to sleep on the streets, Leslie. Your brother didn't do his best to get you out of here to leave you in a foreign land—you've got to have a job to support yourself."

Li Ang's words were not polite, but his voice was very gentle, full of magnetism that a good person should have.

Anson couldn't bear it: "My lord, we should take Leslie on the road together."

Sarah next to him dragged Anson away: "Come on, show me my hand. Recently, it always wants to hit people involuntarily..."

Sara is so smart, she has already seen the familiar eyes from Li Ang's eyes looking at Leslie, which is roughly the same as the eyes of capitalists and employees when they sign the contract of sale.

Back in the tavern, Li Ang looked at Sarah in the same way.

Sarah swears that she will never forget it for the rest of her life. She has never met this kind of aristocrat. Faced with her obvious flirtatiousness and beauty, this guy actually only wants herself to do odd jobs for him!
"Leslie, you know I'm short of a quartermaster in my ranks—the pay is pretty high."

"Master Li Ang, if you really want to comfort me, you might as well have a drink with me."

"Hey, that's fine..."

Two hours later, the lord spun like a spinning top and fell headlong on the carriage, his clothes were disheveled and his face was flushed: "One more glass..."

The ale in his hand spilled all over the floor.

"Master Li Ang, I will be a good quartermaster."

Leslie touched the wine glass in her hand with the empty glass left by Li Ang, and said calmly.

'Leslie has joined your party. '

When Li Ang, who was half drunk, woke up again, Leslie even sorted out all the things.

Still dizzy, Li Ang hammered his aching head unwillingly. He felt that he was just careless... How could he be drunk by Leslie?

You didn't do anything stupid, did you?

Only Klose looked at Li Ang sympathetically: "My lord, none of the dozen of us were her opponents that day... But who is the little girl number 88 you are talking about?"

Anson came over with a bowl of hangover soup from the side: "That...my lord, Miss Sarah is beating those captives again...Mr. Ralph can't persuade her...it's miserable..."

……

With a group of scarred subordinates, Li Ang embarked on the road to the south.

Ralph, the land snake, told him a good place - a village that had just been plundered by the Jatu people and had no owner.

There, it may be very suitable for a pioneering lord to develop smoothly.

(End of this chapter)