The deep forest had lost the sound of birds since who knows when. The sun shone through the gaps between the branches, illuminating the rising mist.

In the grass, a beetle tried to escape from the direct sunlight, but was suddenly crushed by a greaved foot.

Without warning, a wave of arrows attacked the entire camp from the depths of the jungle like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, covering the bandits who were excitedly packing their valuables.

The bandits who were working enthusiastically didn't even have a piece of leather armor on them. Many of them even thought it was too troublesome to go shirtless. If they were hit by arrows, they would be seriously injured, and if they were hit in the vital parts, they would die instantly.

Seeing that half of the bandit group had been reduced in an instant, someone finally reacted.

"Enemy attack!" The shrill whistle suddenly drowned out the screams. Axe crawled behind the truck in panic as a cover.

They actually came to our door? What kind of mercenaries did the merchants find?

Axe, whose face turned pale, soon realized that he was wrong, because he immediately saw the city guards in standard armor surrounded the entire camp in an instant.

The city guards! They were the army, the regular army, not the mercenaries they had encountered before. Why would an army come here? !

On the other side, because he didn't know how many opponents there were, Lan brought out all 100 of his subordinates this time.

A normal bandit gang of more than ten people could massacre some small villages, but this time he actually encountered a large gang of forty people, which was really beyond Lan's expectations.

But it doesn't matter, the strength of the standard army lies in numbers, coordination, and equipment. A dozen well-equipped soldiers can directly kill militias that are several times their number, not to mention that Lan En and his men now have a numerical advantage.

Perhaps this group of newly brought out city guards still lacks some experience in fighting.

But Lann just happened to have a training mission for [One of the City Defense Iron Guards].

What better subjects to test your swords on than these extremely vicious and bloody vagrants who are now unarmored?

Lann rode out of the woods slowly on his horse, surrounded by more than a dozen knights. There were also more than a dozen archers and crossbowmen on both sides of the knights, ready to shoot.

The spearmen and shieldmen who had been trained for several months, teamed up with the swordsmen to form a circle. Their helmets slightly covered the newbies' slightly nervous faces and foreheads that were beginning to secrete cold sweat, showing a cold and ruthless image. They faced the robbers and slowly tightened the encirclement.

"Who is that sir outside?" Axe screamed miserably as he leaned against the back of the truck and moved towards where the weapons were stored.

"Please be kind. We are just a group of traveling merchants. Is there any misunderstanding here?"

In response to Axe's cry for mercy there was the sound of orderly footsteps and drawn swords.

Finally, one of the robbers couldn't stand this feeling of oppression anymore. He yelled and ran to pick up weapons from the ground, trying to break out.

"Swoosh" there was another sound of arrows breaking through the air. The soldiers who had already fully bowed their arrows finally got their chance and shot arrows directly to the ground to kill the bandits on the outermost edge. Then all the archers and crossbowmen turned around and hid behind the cavalry.

It’s not that they were afraid of being rushed, but the infantrymen were already in close combat with the enemy, and there would be a risk of accidental injuries if they shot again.

The vicious bandits, who were aroused by a strong desire to survive, were indeed impressive, but every bandit who tried to break out of the encirclement would encounter enemies that were twice or even three times his number.

They howled and swung their axes, but were immediately blocked by a large shield half a person's height, and then a spear or sword would flip over from behind the shield.

In a simpler way, three or four spearmen would move forward in unison, with both hands extended forward at the same time. Then three or four spears would pierce the body of the enemy at the same time.

Once again, they paid the price of a few people, or it was these few people who attracted the attention of most of the soldiers. The remaining twenty or so bandits finally all picked up their weapons and formed a simple formation.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, the deputy captain who was watching the battle was somewhat dissatisfied with the efficiency of these recruits.

"My Lord Earl, please wait for a moment. The outcome of the battle will be decided soon."

The deputy captain wanted to say this to Lan En, but before he could say anything, a gust of wind passed in front of him. Where was the Earl behind him? !

Only Lann's mount was paddling the ground in confusion.

Some bandits had been keeping an eye on the knights for a long time, and when they saw the young man in the middle, who could be seen as the leader, rushing over, all the bandits were overjoyed.

Are there still such reckless young nobles these days? When the enemy is about to be defeated, he rushes into the battle alone. Is he trying to help the opponent turn the tables?

Immediately, three bandits broke away from their formation and rushed towards Lan.

"My Lord Earl!" All the cavalry shouted in panic.

The knights' worries were apparently unnecessary.

Lann stood in front of the first robber who rushed over, drew his sword at a speed that the other party could not react to, and stepped forward. The half-unsheathed sword just got stuck in the right hand of the other party who was wielding the axe, and went straight into the bone. From the perspective of the cavalrymen behind them, it seemed as if the enemy had hit Lann's sword on his own initiative.

Following the momentum, he drew his sword, and as the sword was unsheathed, he completely cut off the enemy's right hand. Amid the enemy's blood gushing out and screaming, Lann lowered his shoulder and charged forward, and his thick shoulder armor knocked the enemy several meters away, and he and the second robber who rushed in turned into a rolling gourd.

The measurements suddenly became one to one.

The third robber just barely reacted, but the noble boy in his eyes had already swung his sword into an impenetrable wall and pressed forward.

Such a quick swing of the sword should have been just a test to force the enemy to reveal a flaw, and the experienced bandit instinctively wanted to block and maneuver. However, the force coming from his hand was not at the level of a probing attack at all, but rather like a last-ditch effort, which made his wrist numb.

Then came the second blow, and the third. The weapon flew out of his hand in an instant, and the huge force made the robber stumble back, and then the fourth blow hit the unarmored chest.

Blood was splattered, and Lann kept twisting his waist. He used the enemy's body as a springboard with his right foot and stepped hard. The right half of his body was slightly lifted into the air, and his sword-holding hand was raised above his head.

With a "swish" sound, the long sword pierced through the body, and the dying bandit with the broken hand and his companion were skewered on the ground.

The knights who were about to come forward to rescue and the bandits who were running here were stunned.

"My Lord Earl!" The infantrymen who were charging forward shouted, their morale high.

All the soldiers shouted in their hearts, is there anything more morale-boosting than their chief officer personally going into battle, rushing faster than his own soldiers, and killing more enemies?

Surrounded by the louder shouts of killing, Lann glanced at the rising experience points on the panel. Killing people didn't get as much experience as completing quests, but even a small mosquito leg was still meat.

"Warriors, charge with me!" He wanted to continue to grab kills!

Man, we gotta fight!