Start as Inherited Baroness

"No problem, we will discuss this matter after the army returns in triumph." Simon promised.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount, for understanding our difficulties!" Trodeau said respectfully with a slightly happy face.

"Well, don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Go and help Somir end the battle."

Simon waved his hand, drew the pie randomly, and said with a smile.

"Yes!" Trodeau and the other barons immediately led their troops and surrounded Knight Damiel.

"Lord Viscount, please allow me to participate in the battle!" Verrill said somewhat uncontrollably.

"Okay, go ahead. Damiel is your knight after all. It's better for you to solve it." Simon agreed.

"Thank you, sir!" Willier saluted gratefully, and then rushed over with his six or seventy-eight men.

Simon sat firmly in the middle of the army, watching the excitement with a faint smile, using his strength to fight, which was really comfortable.

Not long after, the mercenaries under Damiel's command were killed one by one. Finally, Saumir and others found a flaw and broke up the shield formation.

Afterwards, the soldiers swarmed up, killed all the mercenaries, and captured Knight Damil alive.

It's not that the mercenaries are so loyal, but Saumir and others surrounded them, leaving no survivors.

They had no choice but to fight to the death, because the mercenaries knew that being captured would never end well, and there would be no redemption, so they all fought desperately to find a way to survive.

"Lord Viscount! One of the culprits of the invasion of Fengjian Castle was caught, Knight Damiel."

Saumir and several heavily armored guards escorted a strong man with gray hair to Simon and made him kneel on the ground.

"Sir! Have mercy on me! I am willing to work for you! I can contact many mercenary groups and can get information for you..."

"Baron Verrill, leave it to you." Simon smiled disdainfully and said softly.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount!" Verrier saluted and thanked him first.

Then he looked at Damili and said with hatred: "Betrayer! How dare you marry your bitch daughter to me, go to hell!"

Then he pulled out the fine iron sword from his waist, swung it down, and chopped off Damili's head neatly.

"Okay, let's clean up the battlefield, count the losses, and prepare to cross the river.

Rush to Sanshan Pass as soon as possible. Simon laughed.

"Yes! Sir!" Everyone responded and immediately went to work.

By three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the battlefield was cleared, and the bodies were left to Knight Rider to be burned.

In addition, they seized many damaged weapons and armor.

It was inconvenient to carry the army, so only some good ones were left in reserve, and the rest were stored in Fengjian Castle.

Knight Rider brought his guards to visit Simon, and the two chatted for a while.

"Go back. In addition to supporting you this time, we also have to go to the alliance.

I'll leave the loot with you first. I'll pick it up when I get back. You can keep it for me. Simon laughed.

"Yes! Sir! Don't worry, I will take good care of you." Knight Rider promised respectfully.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and then Li De left.

After some counting, the barons also lost five to six hundred people, and the casualties were relatively heavy.

Trodeau, Saumur and others were all unhappy, but fortunately they captured a lot of food and grass, which alleviated the pressure of insufficient baggage.

At this time, many ships came to the Qingshui River. Seeing this, Simon immediately ordered: "Arrange the soldiers to cross the river.

Then we set up camp in the rock collar. "

"Yes! Sir!" Mailan responded and immediately went to convey the order.

More than half an hour later, the army began to cross the river in batches by boat. By evening, they all arrived on the other side of the river.

They found a location with better terrain and set up camp there.

The soldiers got busy, collecting firewood, making fires for cooking...

Simon noticed that some of the baron's guards had mages who were using healing spells on some of the wounded.

In a camp, Trodeau found Saumir and said: "Today's battle was fought in a confused manner.

It is said that we need to find a shallow place to cross the river, but in the end we have to take a boat. "

"We are all barons under the viscount now, and there is nothing wrong with helping him to resist the invading enemies.

What do you want to say? "Saumir said calmly.

"Having soldiers in hand is the basis for our foothold. Based on your previous performance, Viscount Simon will not make you his confidant.

He has many generals under his command, so why rely on outsiders?

You'd better think clearly and don't be stupid again, otherwise I won't be able to establish a foothold in Sanshan Territory for long. "

After Trodeau said this, he took his leave and left.

Saumir fell into deep thought and was speechless for a long time.

A peaceful night.

In the early morning of the next day, the fire-headed soldiers got up to make fire and cook. When it got dark, the whole army rested and set off on the journey again.

There was a little hiccup when passing Damele's Tomahawk Castle. Verrier wanted to ask Simon for help and send troops to capture this miniature castle.

But Simon observed it, summoned the new barons to discuss it, and rejected the proposal.

"It will take ten days at the fastest to get to Sanshan Leader from here. It is best to reserve fifteen days. Now there is no extra time to waste.

None of the barons under my command want to attack this fortress, and there is nothing I can do about it. Let’s talk about it later. "

Simon said to Verrill.

"Yes! Lord Viscount, I am impatient." Verrill said respectfully.

After that, Simon led his army toward Sanshan Pass along the dirt road taken by the caravan.

In a flash, it was more than ten days later.

These days, he did not dare to neglect it at all. He organized the army every day and traveled for days. Finally, he arrived at Sanshankou on the last day of the agreed deadline.

Looking at the empty mountain pass, Simon suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

"My Lord Viscount, this is it. You are not wrong.

Go east for more than ten miles and you will find the location of my camp." Trodo said with a dusty face and a blank expression.

"His Highness Fedi said at the meeting that we will lead the army to meet here within one month." Simon was puzzled.

"My Lord Viscount, you may not be used to it yet. Although it is said so, it is often postponed for half a month, or even a month.

How can it be so fast? You always urge us to hurry up. In fact, there is no benefit in coming early. We may be driven to be the vanguard.

Also, His Highness Fedi said that he would lead the army to attack and remove the title. In fact, it is just a scare. It is no big deal to be late for the deadline.

As long as you lead the army on the road, if there is something delayed, His Highness will forgive you." Trodo suppressed his resentment and said earnestly.

"Well... OK, let's choose a place to camp first." Simon was slightly surprised, then calmed down.

He was still naive, thinking too highly of the nobles.

In fact, the nobles who were willing to come to such a borderland were all smart, capable, and adventurous, but their efficiency was not that high.

It was evening, and Simon had already set up camp with his army. There were not too many trees nearby, so a lot of earth walls were built.

At this time, another team arrived from the north, carrying a noble flag.

"My Lord Viscount, it's Merles from the Ancient Tree Territory. He's also very punctual." Willier looked at them and sighed.