The militia took down the gang without any effort, and Winters was not surprised.

He had three arrows, nearly forty people. If he could not solve more than twenty bandits, then he would have been in vain.

Angelu accidentally said it right—“It is much easier to fight bandits than hunt.”

For the "fishing and hunting tribe", hunting is equivalent to military training.

Arrange routes, plan time, and attack in combination. This is a typical military operation.

When Winters migrated with the Chihe tribe, he found that the Huds camped and set up camps every day during the migration process, which was actually no different from marching.

"March, march, the marshal will lead us to win battles by marching!" In fact, there is little time to fight in battle.

...

The militia captured the gang of gangs and confiscated their homes.

"Catch twenty-two alive, and two more want to resist, they all resolved." Pierre couldn't say he was happy or angry. He said expressionlessly: "There are a few broken swords and spears, and only a few bags of wheat and rye."

Winters sighed, "Why are they so poor?"

"I will never be poor, so I won't come out to be a robber." Pierre asked in a low voice: "Let it go? Or?"

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Winters thought for a while and said, "If you let go, they will still be bandits."

Pierre said nothing and turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't worry." Winters called Pierre.

Pierre waited quietly for Winters' order.

Winters frowned: "It's not okay to kill them without discrimination. These are all duty farmers, and they can't survive before they run out."

"I'll do it, you don't have to worry," Pierre said softly.

"I don't mean that." Winters patted Pierre's arm: "Choose the spy and buried it. The others are taken back to Wolftown."

Pierre's eyes widened: "You want to incorporate them?"

"Of course not." Winters shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Where did I get so much food? If I really want to incorporate it, I have to pick up the good ones."

"That……"

Winters made up his mind: "Give them some food to eat, find something for them to do, let them settle down first, and take one step at a time. If there is not enough food, we will find a way to buy and exchange it. We will talk about it until the autumn grain comes down."

"Then... in what name do you restrain them?" Pierre thought quickly: "If they weren't militia."

"How about the labor prisoners?" Winters asked, "According to the law of the new land, they should all hang them. We will not kill them, but let them serve labor and atone for their sins. Let them clearly be clear to them that they will not be able to serve labor for a lifetime, and if they have the conditions, they will be allowed to return home."

"I think it's OK." Pierre focused: "I'll make arrangements."

After saying that, he raised his hand to salute and turned around and left.

Winters looked at Pierre's back, wondering what to think.

Pierre is a very good young man, smart, reliable and capable.

Winters can entrust his life to Pierre, and Pierre will entrust his life to him without hesitation.

But Pierre has changed, he is no longer the carefree little Dusak who used to be.

Perhaps the world has changed, and Pierre chose to respond with a cold heart.

Winters has a brotherly sentiment towards Pierre, and he hopes to protect Pierre so that the latter will not go on a wrong path.

But he was not sure what would happen in the future.

Winters sighed, what qualifications do he have to worry about Pierre? He has changed himself.

"Served prisoner? Slave?" Winters smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Isn't this the Heard tribe?"

...

Early August.

sunny.

Outside the village of St. Gith Valley, Hei Shui Town.

A simple two-story round wooden village stands alone by the forest.

The village is very small and has a diameter of less than twenty meters.

This wooden village was originally a place where villagers in Shenggis Valley, Heishui Town avoided bandits, but was occupied by a group of bandits.

Pierre held a door panel as a shield and approached Muzhai in two steps in three steps.

"Listen to the bandits inside! Surrender quickly! Or we will set fire!"

When Pierre went to convince people with reason, Winters was leading three arrows to create a simple siege hammer outside the range of the crossbow.

In just one week, the militia cleaned up several bandits near Wolf Town.

As Winters said, militia and bandits are born opposites.

Bandits caused disaster to the people, and they were no less than the grain troop.

In addition to the open and upright reasons, Winters also had a relatively obscure idea: he wanted to get some food from the bandits.

How can you eat enough by hunting alone? Moreover, the best part of prey is used to exchange for grains, and the rest are all internal organs.

Winters feels disgusting when he thinks of two meals of wild vegetables and large intestine soup a day.

However, at present, this plan has failed because the bandits do not have any surplus food in their hands.

But bandits still need to be suppressed, and they have no reason to suppress them, and they have reason to suppress them even more.

The St. Gith Valley gave Winters a very good reason: two large trucks of wheat.

Not barley, not rye, nor oats.

It is wheat, the best food.

Like the militiamen, Winters ate black bread every day, making his stomach hurt.

Even this kind of shredded bread is only two pieces at a meal. Winters even began to miss his life of having three dairy meals a day when he was in the Akagawabu.

The news that the Lang Town garrison officials were back spread to nearby villages and towns, and the news that the Lang Town garrison officials were leading troops to suppress bandits also spread wildly.

The villagers of the Sangis Valley, which were forced to go to the forefront by a group of evil bandits, learned the news as if they saw a life-saving straw.

The village chief of the St. Gith Valley rode a donkey and rushed to Wolf Town for a day and a night, asking Winters to enforce the law across borders.

And he promised that Winters could take away everything the bandits owned as trophy.

Except for women—the women in the Saint Gith Valley.

This group of bandits not only robbed food and money, but also harmed women.

More than a dozen women from the Saint Gith Valley were snatched into the village by bandits and never came out again. Five of them were not even married, and the youngest girl was less than fourteen years old.

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If you don't get paid, Winters will deal with them.

There was no need to boost morale at all, and everyone rushed to the Saint Gith Valley with weapons overnight.

Winters originally wanted to lure out the bandits and ambush them in the wild.

However, the bandits were very alert and found that the ward was touched and immediately retreated into the wooden village.

The battle was in a deadlock for a while.

Not long after, Pierre ran back.

"What do you say?" Winters asked.

The militia was extremely lacking in siege ability, and Winters had no use of muskets, let alone cannons, and there was little gunpowder.

It is best for the enemy to surrender, and Winters doesn't want to see his warrior climbing a ladder and siege the city with his life.

Pierre's face was a little weird. He grabbed his hair and said, "The bandit leader has made a condition."

“What conditions?”

"He...he wants to duel with you."

...

The bandit leader is a burly and strong man, nearly two meters tall, and looks as fierce as a bison.

He was wearing a panel armor, not an ordinary infantry breastplate with skirt armor, but a three-quarter panel armor set for officers.

He didn't know where he got a pair of cavalry leg armor and a ship-shaped helmet.

Although the combination of this set of armor is a bit inconsistent, it is luxurious.

Because even his opponent, the young resident, was not wearing any plate armor.

However, the bandit leader is currently holding a pig hunting spear in his face and lying on the ground. He must be dead.

The village that was cheering just now became silent in an instant.
To be continued...