Subduing the Mountain Bandits

"Everyone, attack together! They have fewer men, while we have more!"

The mountain bandits surrounded the village soldiers from all directions. Mel stood among them. He was not wearing his mage robes at the moment, so the bandits did not recognize who he was.

Mel also wanted to use these people to sharpen his troops, so he did not attack first.

He wanted the village soldiers to see blood once more. Before any of the thirty soldiers suffered serious injuries, he would step in and suppress the bandits. Judging by their builds, equipping these bandits with heavy armor would not be difficult. At least a hundred heavy infantrymen could be picked from among them.

He only needed a hundred out of the three hundred. The rest could naturally be taken back as well, provided they were willing to work. Once the weather warmed up, they could begin farming.

The cries of battle blended together. In truth, the mountain bandits had little coordination. They simply swarmed forward in a chaotic rush. In this situation, the shield soldiers only needed to hold back the attacks at the front, while the spearmen and swordsmen behind them could quickly stab and hack down the bandits charging in.

A trace of gravity appeared in the bandit leader's eyes. The soldiers he had encountered before seemed different. Although they wore the armor of local soldiers, which noble's soldiers did not cherish their own lives? They certainly would not dare enter the camp with so few men.

"Unless they have other reinforcements, and this is merely meant to draw our attention?"

Thinking of this, the bandit leader immediately shouted:

"Send half the men to guard the mountain paths with bows and arrows!"

With more than half the bandits suddenly withdrawing, the pressure on the village soldiers was