Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

A familiar voice came, and Brandon looked sideways, only to see that one of his guardian knights was killed, and his head flew high.

The other subordinates around him gradually fell into disadvantage, and one knight of the other side pressed several of his own people.

Only now did he realize that the intelligence he thought he had obtained was all false, all false news released by the other side to confuse the nobles of the Cardero Province.

At this moment, Weilin saw the opportunity, mobilized the remaining fighting spirit in his body, attached it to the knight's long sword, and accelerated towards Brandon.

Seeing this, several soldiers stood in front of the dazed lord, trying to stop him, but were directly cut in half.

The piercing wailing made Brandon come back to his senses, and he raised his sword and tried his best to block it.

The long sword in his hand was knocked away, and the helmet fell to the ground. Brandon, who was half-kneeling on the ground, looked at the bloody long sword on his neck, sat down absentmindedly, and said unwillingly: "You won."

Vellin pulled up his armor, looked at the middle-aged bronze high-level knight, and said calmly: "Yes, I won."

The soldiers and knights around saw their lord being defeated and captured, and they put down their weapons and began to surrender.

Baird wiped the sticky blood on his face and ordered loudly: "Confiscate the weapons and tie up all these people."

Seeing that the situation was under control, Velin put away the knight's long sword, had someone tie up Brandon, and took him back to be strictly guarded.

This battle came and went quickly, and it lasted only an hour.

At night, in a tent, Velin was wearing casual clothes and sitting in the main seat, looking at the seven knights who participated in the battle. Each of them had more or less injuries.

"My lord, in this battle, 37 people were killed, 12 were seriously injured, and 41 were slightly injured. We suffered heavy casualties." Baird laughed bitterly. One third of his men were killed this time.

"How are the casualties of the enemy?" Weilin asked without any extra expression on his face.

Another knight stood up and began to report: "My lord, preliminary statistics show that the enemy suffered more than 400 casualties and 531 prisoners, including Sir Brandon, nine bronze knights, 87 elite soldiers, and the rest were all serfs."

"Take the serfs back, give some to the half-elf Eunice to build the castle, and give some to Mike who is responsible for farmland work to take care of the crops." At this point, Weilin paused and continued, "Send one soldier back and tell the current person in charge of Cleveland Barony that I allow them to pay the ransom to redeem their lord."

"Yes, sir." The knight saluted with his chest and answered loudly.

After the meeting, Weilin walked out of the tent and came to the camp where the seriously injured were.

Seeing the soldier lying on the ground with a pale face and dying, Weilin's cold heart was a little painful.

He was not one of those nobles who regarded human life as worthless. He still had a basic conscience in his heart. Although he didn't know when he would be assimilated, he needed to do something now.

"Go get a basin of clean water."

The soldier standing guard heard this, bowed and saluted, turned and ran away.

After a while, a basin of water was brought over. Weilin took out a crystal bottle with light red liquid from his chest, squatted down, opened the cork, and poured it into the basin.

"Give this water to the seriously injured."

"Yes, sir." The soldier answered quickly with excitement.

Looking at the busy tent, Weilin observed for a while and left.

Coincidentally, Baird, who was about to visit the seriously injured, saw this scene. He did not say anything, but just watched quietly.

"Perhaps, choosing Master Weilin is the wisest choice of my life."

"Sir, the brothers are getting better, and their breathing has stabilized." A military doctor who knows a little about medicine came over and reported to Baird excitedly.

"I know, there is still some life potion that the master gave you, send it to the lightly wounded."

"Yes, sir."

...

The next day, in the castle of Baron Cleveland, a young man heard the soldier who reported the news and showed an unbelievable expression on his face.

"How is it possible? My father brought more than a thousand people, how could he be defeated by a hundred people on the other side."

"Master, serfs have escaped back one after another, I guess this is the real situation." The old butler on the side advised.

Sitting in the main seat, the middle-aged lady with trembling hands pretended to be calm and said in a deep voice: "Old Bull, pass on my order, the entire castle is under martial law, and all the other four knights are summoned back."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the butler left,

she looked at the soldier and continued to ask: "What requirements does the other party have before they are willing to release the master and the other knights."

"Madam, the other party did not say it clearly, but just told me that negotiations will be held at the border on the morning of July 19."

"You go down first."

"Yes."

The two guards helped the injured soldier out of the hall, leaving the middle-aged lady and the young man alone.

The oil lamp flickered in the hall. Brandon's eldest son Lei Buer was very anxious. He looked at the middle-aged lady and couldn't help asking: "Mother, what should we do next?"

"For now, we must redeem your father and other knights first, otherwise we can't defend the huge territory of Baron Cleveland."

After hearing this, Lei Buer was very confused: "Mother, even if several lords around covet it, according to the laws of the kingdom, they..."

"Fool, the danger comes from the family."

The middle-aged noblewoman stared at her son, wondering why she gave birth to such a fool.

Then, she began to prepare for the negotiations two days later, striving to redeem the main combat power of the territory.

On the other hand, due to the captives in the camp, the work of digging for mithril had to be suspended.

Thanks to the life potion provided by Weilin, the twelve seriously injured soldiers were out of danger and their strength was greatly improved, which was a blessing in disguise.

Other lightly injured soldiers received a small amount of life potion diluted with water, and their injuries were greatly recovered.

In a tent, Weilin and Brandon sat opposite each other and exchanged chess.

"Your strength is very strong, why do you come here to become a pioneer knight." Brandon put down a chess piece, looked at Weilin, and asked.

"Maybe it's for a dream, or maybe you don't want to live an ordinary life."

Weilin simply replied and put down a chess piece.

"Next, how much ransom do you plan to ask for." Without the momentum on the battlefield, Brandon at this time was just an old man who was a little old.

Looking at this middle-aged man who was over fifty years old, Weilin directly replied: "It depends on the status of you and your men in the territory. I have plenty of time to spend with you."

"Hahaha, I don't think so." Brandon seemed to see through Weilin's mind and responded with a smile.

"Haha, who knows?"

Weilin won the game by placing a move, stood up, tidied his clothes, and then left the tent.

Looking at the young man leaving, and thinking about his useless eldest son, Brandon smiled bitterly.

Perhaps this is why the Axe family has developed from a baron family to an earl family in just seven hundred years.

Imprisoned here, with nothing to do, Brandon began to recall what he had done over the years. He hadn't sat down quietly like this for a long time and thought about his life.

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