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Cold raindrops mixed with the smell of sulfur hit Windlow's cloak, and the unicorn pawed at the muddy ground anxiously.

At this moment, Windlow has arrived at a small town outside the Brass Mountains, and the green flag of Hawke's territory is slowly waving in the camp.

The small town not far away was shrouded in lead-gray clouds, and the roofs of the wooden houses were crooked. Apart from the logging industry, the poverty in this place was visible to the naked eye.

The Hawke Provincial Army is undergoing training in the camp. Judging from their equipment, demeanor and physical condition, they are not good soldiers.

After all, the main forces of the empire went to the Golden Wall, and the second-line forces of the empire went to Sylvania to tighten the encirclement of vampires.

Those who still remain in the province are either retired soldiers or some basic troops.

Compared with these people, the four imperial swordsmen following Windlow can be considered to be powerful and well-equipped.

The task that Galt gave to Windlow was quite simple, which was to go to the Brass Mountains to scout the basic situation and investigate the chaos corrosion emanating from that place.

After seeing Windlow's arrival, the local provincial military reserve forces also realized the difference in status between them.

"Hello, Baron. Are you the reinforcements sent by the Earl? We have discovered a greenskin camp in the ravine outside the town!"

An archer immediately reported his discovery after seeing Wendlow's title.

He had neither a helmet nor armor, and even the bow in his hand was a product that had been passed down for who knows how many generations.

At least his face was stained with mud, and there was a fresh claw mark under his left eye, which showed that he had rich combat experience.

"According to the investigation, the greenskins seem to have discovered an abandoned dwarven mine and are dismantling dwarven mine carts to make scrap iron. We don't know what the greenskins are going to do with it yet."

Windlow was wiping the barrel of his flintlock pistol. When he heard the appearance of the greenskins and looked at the four imperial swordsmen behind him, he realized that he could only rely on long-range weapons to deal with the greenskins.

"Remember the mission."

Windlow stuffed the musket back into the barrel.

"Our mission is simple. We don't need to participate in any direct combat. We just need to gather intelligence and gather some information."

He paused and decided to go to the town ahead to rest before continuing the mission.

Perhaps Windlow was not a good commander or general, but as a businessman he was very good at boosting morale.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two retired provincial soldiers next to him became interested. They strode up to Wendlow and showed him the muskets and daggers in their hands.

"Sir, do you need mercenaries? They only cost a small amount of money and can guarantee excellent fighting power."

While the Imperial Provincial Armies constituted the bulk of the Imperial military, they were often intermixed with various militias.

Whether they wanted to or not, these people were drafted into battle and fought to the death when needed.

No one can tell how many militiamen can be recruited in each conscription, and no one can tell what their fighting capacity is.

The free militia may be composed of townspeople or villagers who are temporarily recruited. Of course, there are also elderly retired provincial soldiers, young men with mental problems, and part-time bandits.

"We two aren't accompanying the militia for free. We'll each receive one silver coin and serve you for a whole day. You'll also have to provide us with food and lodging. We bring our own weapons and equipment."

It's not expensive and can provide long-range damage. Plus, the locals are familiar with the road conditions, and there are only two people on the opposite side. Even if the bandits want to return to their old ways, they won't be a threat.

Windlow was generous with his money. In addition to the basic salary, each person also had to pay an additional fee of 2 silver coins. Money can always buy loyalty. The higher the price, the more stable the loyalty.

Next, we just need to set up camp in the small town and think about the next plan.

Under the leadership of Windlow, the seven-man team also formed a formation and advanced steadily.

Just need to cross the last bridge to reach the entrance of the town, but at this moment, a call came from the grass on the side.

"Help! Is there anyone who can come and save us?"

Two locals were caught in a huge net and were trying to break free in an open field.

The newly hired free militia immediately noticed something unusual and reached out to stop Windlow.

"Sir, something's not right. We Hawkes don't set traps. We kill any enemy with a single shot. Those two guys are probably bandits, disguised as trapped people, hoping to rob them when others come to their aid."

This is true, Wendlow also saw what was happening at the first moment.

Years of traveling around the country have given him a fairly broad range of knowledge, and he can even give a name to the behavior in front of him.

Sympathy scam.

This kind of situation often occurs when traveling for business. People either lie that their carriage is broken, or that they have been abandoned, or that they have been ambushed.

When the victim wants to go over to help them, they will immediately let their accomplices in ambush jump out, completing a perfect highway robbery.

For this situation, all merchants have two complete sets of response strategies.

If you predict that you cannot win, evacuate at the same speed as before, do not show any panic, and be careful to hide any traces of your departure.

If the predictions hold up...

"I will formulate a strategy to wipe them all out."

Using himself as bait, Windlow stepped forward and freed the two people trapped in the net from their restraints.

"Hey, the fat fish is hooked."

As soon as the rope loosened, the two men broke free violently, and a cold light flashed in their hands, revealing two poisoned daggers!

At the same time, more than a dozen bandits with hideous faces and rusty knives and axes in their hands suddenly jumped out from under the bridge, in the woods, and behind the rocks, and pounced on them with strange shouts!

Seeing this situation, Windlow was not surprised or shocked. Instead, he used his usual businessman's method, which was bribery.

"There's no need for you to continue robbing and pillaging. I'm hiring you as a baron. Can we negotiate the price now?"

However, this group of bandits all laughed.

"Be mercenaries? If we wanted to be mercenaries, we would have joined the Elector long ago. To tell you the truth, we like to rob and plunder. We don't make much money, but we have freedom."

"In that case..."

Windlow could only sigh. Originally, this mission was to investigate the Brass Mountains, but after arriving here, he discovered that there was actually a greenskin settlement here.

If there are not enough troops, it will definitely be difficult to deal with them. Hiring greenskins is unrealistic. I originally thought that if I could hire this group of bandits, I would be able to increase a lot of combat power.

But they were unwilling to accept the employment.

"Then we can only proceed according to the old plan. Let's get started!"

The bandits rushed forward howling. They had the advantage in numbers, but their equipment was tattered and their formation was scattered. They relied purely on ferocity and numerical advantage.

The Imperial Swordsman was certainly not panicked or surprised. He raised his shield and quickly walked over to protect Windlow behind him.

For the Imperial Swordsman, he can’t beat the orc boy, the tomb ghoul, and the ordinary bandits?

Although the half-armor is weak, it is only weak in front of the grave guards and the big orcs.

Against the bandits in front of him, the half-body armor and shield could provide excellent defense, and the one-handed sword that seemed unable to defeat Chaos Warriors and Bretonnian Knights could also form a crushing force when dealing with the bandits.

The four men moved in unison, striking the enemy with their shields to stagger them, and then stabbing with their one-handed swords.

Although sword weapons basically have no armor-piercing damage, they are just the right choice for dealing with bandits who are not wearing armor.

They stepped on the corpses, continued to hit with shields and repeated the stabbing action. Soon, only five people were left in the bandit group of fifteen.

At this moment, their morale completely collapsed and they immediately fled in all directions, but they were chased and shot by the free militia with pistols, and finally all of them were killed.

The corpses were quickly gathered together, and the spoils were distributed to each soldier. Windlow did not take a single copper coin.

This is the only way to maintain morale after the battle.

After burning the bodies, the team continued to move towards the village ahead. At this moment, a villager was running out of the village when an axe chopped his head open.

Behind the spraying plasma, the figures of three orc boys appeared before his eyes.

"Under attack! Under attack! The town is under attack by greenskins, form a formation!"

Without much talk from Windlow, the four swordsmen and two free militia regiments formed a standard imperial anti-fire system.

But that orc boy is not someone who is simple and easy to deal with.

Perhaps in Mousse's eyes, just one attack would be enough to kill all three orc boys.

But in the eyes of the ordinary imperial soldiers on their side, the orc boy was already a threat.

Orc Boys are common brave warriors in the Greenskin Tribe. Although the number of Orc Boys is far less than that of Goblins, they are the core force of the entire Greenskin Tribe.

The orc boys are all brave and aggressive guys. If there are no enemies around, they will fight each other to cheer themselves up. So in order to avoid killing each other, they will run around looking for opportunities to fight.

"A typical orc boy won't let minor injuries like a broken hand or foot affect his fighting ability. Orcs are strong and have high recovery abilities. Even if an arm is cut off, as long as the arm is found and sewn back into the wound, they can recover quickly." - Article 5 of the Military Manual of the Southern Province of the Empire

"shooting!"

Instead of charging like they did before against the bandits, the Imperial Swordsmen held up their shields and stood ready, while the Free Militia poured out their firepower.

The bullet that could have penetrated a person directly bounced off the orc boy.

After all, it is not a standard musket, and the pistol certainly does not have the terrible power of the musket.

After being hit by the lead bullet, the orc boy just staggered for a moment and then rushed forward again.

The distance was too close, and the two free militiamen were forced to draw their daggers after firing two rounds. They even felt that they could smell the orcs' breath directly.

"Three orc boys... a head-on fight, the odds are 50-50."

Windlow lowered his voice and looked at the green-skinned boy rushing towards him with a hawk-like gaze.

In front of the entrance to the village is a small, relatively open depression, with steep slopes covered with gravel and low shrubs on both sides.

"We're not strong in combat, so we have to use our brains. Swordsmen, slap your shields and taunt. Free Militiamen, you two will go to the left and right sides respectively and execute orders."

A common taunting gesture among Imperial soldiers is to strike their shields with their weapons.

This trick is very useful for greenskins and beastmen. The greenskins and beastmen who are taunted will actively attack the imperial soldiers with the ability to taunt.

It did give the two free militiamen a chance.

But after only two strikes of the weapon against the shield, the orc boy had already rushed in front of the imperial swordsman and chopped down the shield with a heavy axe, causing the man's arm to ache.

But there is no doubt that the professional and well-trained Imperial Provincial Army withstood the first wave of charge from the Orc Boys without retreating even a single step.

"Now, shoot from the side!"

The Orc Boy and the Imperial Swordsman have the same weaponry, consisting of a breastplate, a shield, and a weapon.

However, the orc boy's breastplate is of lower quality and his weapon is more cumbersome.

The shield is useless but can still block some projectiles from the front.

However, the bullets shot from the side and back could not be blocked by this tattered shield.

The two free militiamen kept shooting with their pistols from the side, causing damage to the orc boys, forcing them to stop what they were doing and stagger on the spot, giving the swordsman a chance to attack.

"I'll beat you to death!"

Another heavy blow. This time, the imperial swordsman who was holding the line had his tendons numb, his shield fell to the ground, and he staggered from being hit. However, the orc boy's axe was already raised high, and he was only one step away from beheading him.

"Back charge!"

Only then did everyone realize where Windlow was. Without any armor, he had no defensive capabilities and nothing to limit his movement speed.

He quickly went around behind the three green-skinned guys, picked up his musket with a bayonet and launched a charge.

The bayonet was forcibly inserted into the back of the green-skinned boy in the middle. Windlow's strength should not be underestimated. He was able to make the green-skinned boy stand still for a while.

"I'm going to chop you to death."

After the bayonet completely pierced his body, the green-skinned boy still had the strength to turn around and try to chop off Windlow's head with the axe in his hand.

At this time, the musket had been loaded.

A bullet exploded and shot out, following the gap made by the bayonet, and the refined silver-plated bullet once again penetrated the orc boy's body.

With the charge bonus and armor-piercing bullets, the orc boy finally couldn't bear the damage. Most of his internal organs were shattered by the impact of the bullets, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Without hesitation, Windlow pulled out a pistol before drawing his rifle and pointed it at the head of the orc boy who had lost all ability to move.

With one shot, the guy finally died.

Seeing how brave Windlow was, the two free militiamen naturally rushed over with their scimitars. They surrounded the last two orc boys in the middle, knocked them to the ground and hacked them to death with their swords.

"Huh, huh, we did it. Orc boys are really hard to kill."

Just as Windlo was laughing, an orc boy riding a war boar in the village behind him saw what was happening here.

"Waaagh! A fight is coming! Boys!! Waaagh up!"