Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The spearmen were still nervous, but their strong performance made their muscles relax a little, at least they weren't as tense anymore.

Derek did not forget to observe the situation and saw that the bandits were gradually coming to a consensus and might be surrounding them.

The caravan barely formed a circle, but Vincent, the manager, was quite reliable and left a gap.

"Stagger back and watch your steps."

The spearmen retreated slowly. The fierce performance just now made the bandits hesitate and did not dare to step forward.

Several small bosses cursed, joined hands and kicked, and drove their men to pursue.

He is also a tough guy, taking the lead in the charge.

The mountain people are tough and tough, as expected.

If it were a group of farmers, they would probably collapse by now.

But if Derek had to choose, he would still want the farmer.

Obedience, obedience is the most important thing.

The combat power panel can be practiced, but obedience is a little more difficult.

Seeing that the bandits are about to rush over, they may disrupt the formation.

Derek would not coddle them and give the order directly.

"Stop, lunge!"

The spearmen stopped instinctively and stepped forward.

Puff puff!

The guy who rushed the fastest had a few holes in his body and blood spurted out.

This time, the other bandits were completely intimidated and no one dared to step forward.

Derek then commanded the spearmen to retreat to the simple camp.

Manager Vincent came over immediately. He had just witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, and Derek's performance amazed him.

I don’t know how many mercenaries I have cooperated with, but this is the first time for one to be so elite and tough.

Not to mention combat effectiveness, just being able to countercharge is a courage that most mercenaries don't have.

A few elites can do it, but they can still follow orders to fight back while retreating, which is simply unheard of.

Otherwise, those bandits would not be able to pursue them directly.

Obviously, force is an extremely important resource, at least in the eyes of Manager Vincent.

"Knight Derek is indeed an elite knight from the Earl's Knights. This is the first time I have seen such a powerful warrior like you."

Now, he believed Derek was truly an elite knight.

Even if he was bragging before, he thought it might be true.

When you get back, you must ask about when such a fierce man came out of the Knights of Count Perez.

Derek ignored Vincent for the time being and inspected the spearmen who were on the battlefield.

Fortunately, no one was injured. The simple leather armor worked. One unlucky guy was shot in the chest by an arrow, but the force just penetrated the leather armor without even breaking the skin.

The others were not injured at all. After all, the weapons were inch longer and stronger. If they didn't rush in front of them, they would be out of reach.

In addition, we must thank the bandits, otherwise this number of regular troops, even militiamen, may cause huge casualties.

Derek directed the defense non-stop, and everyone was issued weapons.

The caravan guards were evenly distributed by him, and the gangsters and the like hid behind them, and they could try to cool off a few times.

He himself ordered the spearmen to prepare a little, and the battle might happen at any time.

The bandits outside were hesitant, as if they had a conflict of opinions.

However, there were more than a dozen casualties. If there was no gain at all, it would be too cowardly to go back like this.

If they fail once, the status of these small bosses will be challenged.

After a bit of bickering, they decided to keep going.

Having learned the lesson just now, a few people simply assigned priorities and prepared to break through the caravan's defense in one go.

As for the obstruction by some carriages, they didn't take it seriously at all.

Seeing that the bandit had no countermeasures, Derek sneered.

"It's basically safe. Do these idiots really think they are an elite army?"

Don't think that the carriage is useless as a shield. The regular army has no auxiliary equipment and has to scramble.

Change to Derek and prepare the fire oil directly.

Of course, bandits usually don't do this when looking for money.

But rushing over so carelessly, do you really think the number of people can be large?

It's not that he underestimated the opponent. He didn't have several times the manpower and was not prepared to withstand casualties. There was no way he could rush in.

Unfortunately, bandits have neither.

"Derek Knight, should we negotiate with them?" Manager Vincent was a little nervous again.

Showing how difficult one is and being willing to spend money to avoid disaster is also a way.

If we can build a relationship, this trade route may be safer in the future.

"There's no rush. Negotiations must wait until the other party is defeated. Otherwise, can you satisfy their appetite?"

Derek didn't even look back, and his words were casual and perfunctory.

He knew that if there was another wave, these bandits might leave, leaving no room for negotiation.

After all, they are just a bunch of rabble.

Derek could see clearly that these were a group of mountain men pretending to be bandits.

But there is no need to tell Manager Vincent this.

Soon, the howling bandits rushed up again.

This time, they were even more confused.

Even if he stabbed randomly with spears, the bandit who finally got over was instantly cut down to the ground by a group of people.

The seemingly useless carriage now became the strongest fortress.

Manager Vincent is not a fool. Looking at the situation, it seems that there is no need to spend money to buy peace?

"So it turns out that these bandits are also powerful from outside but inside from inside?"

Listening to Manager Vincent's sigh, Derek finally turned around with relief.

If customers find it simple, the business will certainly not be easy to do.

Therefore, he directly exposed Vincent's illusion of being in charge.

"If it were me, I would set fire first and then wait for the enemy to come. No one in the caravan would be able to escape.

If you still want money, you can attack at dawn and catch them off guard.

Even if they force it like this, prepare a few battering rams in advance, and these carriages will soon fall apart.

Not to mention the insidious tricks of poisoning and ambushing.

And if these bandits were a little more professional, it would not be so easy to get away today."

Butler Vincent was trembling all over after hearing what Derek said, and the look in his eyes was not right.

If this guy changed his career, would there be a way for him and others to survive?

Sure enough, there is a difference between professionals and amateurs.

He instantly gave up some ideas of saving money. If he could spend money to avoid disaster, he would spend it. If he lost his life, he would have nothing.

Seeing that several more bodies were left behind, the bandits finally couldn't bear it.

He came out to rob to improve his family life, not to die.

So he ran away halfway without any greeting.

The remaining saw that the enemy had more people than them, so why fight?

The conscientious ones carried their companions' bodies, while the unconscionable ones turned and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, most of the bandits had run away.

Except for a few bodies that could not be taken away, nothing was left.

Many people on the caravan side breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

Just now they really thought they would have to confess today.

Under normal circumstances, how could they encounter such a large group of bandits.

The caravan suffered losses, a few unlucky guys were hacked, and one was unlucky and was hacked to death.

The carriage was damaged and some goods were lost.

But compared to being robbed by bandits, it was already a small loss.