Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

“It’s another sunny day~”

Collier yawned, and even the war horse neighed happily along with him.

He is a third-level warrior and the leader of the Gray Wind Bandit Group. He rules the largest illegal armed gang in the entire White Bear City and Silverlight City.

His Gray Wind bandit group once only had more than 500 people, but since the incidents in Silver Light City and White Bear City, the security in the towns near the First Fortress has become increasingly chaotic.

There are refugees everywhere with their wives and children separated and their families destroyed.

They first gathered in several nearby towns, but the city lords and nobles were not willing to accept them. The nobles would never spend their gold coins on rescuing these humble refugees.

In the end, these refugees were driven away by the city lord's knights.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

Collier accepted many young and middle-aged refugees.

And expanded his bandit group to more than 5,000 people today.

"Boss, where are we going to collect food this week? I heard that another group of refugees came out of Bangor City, how about that?" Beside Collier, a bandit accompanied him with a smile and dried the meat he brought with him. He took it out and presented it to the chief.

Collier took a firm bite of the dried meat handed to him by his subordinates.

This jerky has firm texture and a fresh and salty taste.

Drinking a few sips of water while eating can fill your stomach in just a few seconds. It is now the main food for the entire Gray Wind bandit group.

Now that there are more than 5,000 people under his command, food has become a big problem.

After the war, supplies were scarce, and it was not easy for bandits to fill their stomachs. After all, caravans did not appear every day, so "harvesting grain" became something Collier had to do every week.

After robbing caravans several times.

Those city lords and nobles became like thieves and would no longer send caravans easily. On several occasions, they even disguised knights and hid them in caravans.

But Collier is not a vegetarian either.

With so many bandits under his command, one or two knights pose no threat at all.

After killing several bandits, the knights eventually became his armor.

"As you said, let's go to Bangor City. Recently, the brothers have also reported that there is not enough food to eat, and they really should collect some food." Collier nodded, he gently pinched the horse's belly, and the war horse He took him to the center of the bandit group's camp.

This was originally a small town, but it has been completely occupied by the Gray Wind bandits.

In the past, the residents of the small town either joined the bandits or were killed by the bandits.

Women and children became playthings, and the elderly generally used them to feed the wolves and dogs in the bandits.

Hearing what the leader said, bursts of excited cheers came from the entire Gray Wind bandit camp. Receiving food meant having fresh meat to eat. They had been eating dried meat during this period and were already tired of it.

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

"Collect food~"

"Ouch~"

There was a lot of excitement in the whole town, and the sound of various metal collisions was heard endlessly, mixed with the screams of women and the barking of dogs.

These noisy sounds will wake up the dozing robbers, and they will follow their sober companions to the town square. After asking about the cause of the matter, the robbers who are full of barbecue and stew will instantly Become energetic.

In less than ten minutes, a team of more than 5,000 people had assembled in the town square.

Collier looked at the bandits under his command and felt very satisfied.

To put it bluntly.

The private soldiers under the command of the city lord and nobles may not be as fast as bandits like them.

But there was one thing Collier was very dissatisfied with.

That is, the equipment of these bandits under his command is in tatters.

Most of their weapons come from the small town's blacksmith shop.

There are also some sickles and hoes used by civilians.

Most of the armor on his body is leather armor, and even the few pieces of metal ring armor are basically patchwork.

The ones in the worst condition were still wearing linen clothes.

Some ingenious bandits will weave themselves a set of vine armor from dried vines.

Although this kind of rattan armor has average protective capabilities.

But at long distances, it can still prevent arrows from penetrating the body.

Collier and the strongest bandits under his command wore the most luxurious equipment in the entire bandit group, which basically came from those knights who overestimated their abilities. As for the war horse, there was only one, and more war horses were already fighting. death in.

There are quite a few hounds, more than thirty in total, which they have bred over the years from lone wolves in the wilderness and original domestic dogs.

They are huge in size and fierce in combat.

There are no downsides except eating a lot.

"Just wait. Sooner or later, my subordinates will have the strongest armor and the sharpest weapons. We will break into the city and make those nobles lie down and bark!" Collier murmured to himself, holding the hilt of the sword. .

The breeze blew up the curly hair on his forehead, revealing a blind eye. A sword wound penetrated from the brow bone to the cheek, and also took away his eye, but his right eye was still as bright as a horse on the snowy field. A wolf that stalks its prey.

"Everyone is following me to attack Bangor City. The slowest runner will have no food tonight. Those who arrive with me will be rewarded with a young woman!" Collier pulled out his long sword and pointed it diagonally at the sky.

Reward and punishment are his usual methods.

As his words fell.

The robbers geared up and roared excitedly.

They followed the leader and left with a bang, leaving only a group of women locked in a pigsty with iron chains in the whole town.

For the robbers.

These women are very important.

They are not just tools for entertainment.

It can also become their food ration at critical moments.

So no matter how excited you are.

They did not forget to lock these women, and even left a meal for them.

…

As night fell, the whole town fell silent.

Occasionally, a girl's sad cry can be heard.

But such crying will not last long. Long-term malnutrition cannot support them to spend too much energy on crying.

Those who can't survive are dead.

Those who are still alive are holding on silently.

The meals left for them by the robbers did not contain dried meat, but only some stewed together with tree roots and plants eaten by livestock. Add some salt and a spoonful of oil to it, stir it together in a large pot, and then boil it. These are their daily rations.

"Mom, I...I'm so hungry..."

The girl with dusty cheeks huddled in her mother's arms. Her hands and feet were tied with iron chains. The cold wind made her tremble all over. The iron chains were more like four lumps of ice hanging on her hands and feet.

The sallow-looking woman raised her eyes and glanced at her daughter.

She reached out and touched the child's cheek, her eyes blurred with tears.

At such an age, she should have been playing happily in the countryside, eating hot meals when she came home at night, listening to her father telling interesting things she encountered while working during the day, and pestering her mother to knit a beautiful headband for her. , but now, she can only be imprisoned here by bandits, suffering from hunger and cold, and being humiliated from time to time.

"Child, eat your mother's share..."

The woman sat up with difficulty and was about to bring the broken bowl that was placed on the nearby steps.

The light in front of him suddenly became completely dim.

She looked up tremblingly and saw eight pairs of scarlet compound eyes looking down at her. The indifference and madness in them made her whole body shiver.