Before nightfall, the howling cavalry had rushed back to the mine town.

The Mining Town was very quiet at night, and there was almost no other sound except the whispers from some people's houses in the town.

The return of the cavalry team brought ripples to the peaceful Mining Town.

Since Locke and others left, the town elder Billy grabbed Carl with concern and asked him to stay at the entrance of the town.

Chewing the supper that his wife had just delivered, Old Billy chatted with Carl, while looking at the road outside the town from time to time.

Carl knew the concerns in Old Billy's heart, and smiled and comforted, "Don't worry, just a few thieves."

Although Carl gave Old Billy peace of mind, he couldn't stop thinking about everything when he was old. Old Billy suffered a lot of losses from these thieves over the years.

When the cavalry squadron led by Locke came back, Old Billy didn't care about the bread chewing in his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeves, got up and ran over.

The cavalry came back with great noise. Most of the people in the mining towns ran out to see the cavalry who had just returned.

The iron-packed horse hooves made a dull sound of stepping on the ground, and the orderly queue of the cavalry squadrons, each villager felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

This group of cavalry almost returned in the bath of blood. Many people smelled a scent of blood that could not be dissolved from a distance.

Old Billy resisted the discomfort of smell and walked forward.

The leader of the cavalry was Locke. The bright yellow armor was dyed red with blood at this time. In addition, the last sunset that had not yet fallen in the distance, in the eyes of others, Locke was like a blood-colored demon god.

"How is the situation?" Although the answer was guessed from the momentum of the returned cavalry, Old Billy couldn't help asking, because it was dark and he didn't know if the cavalry had also lost their troops.

Locke answered Old Billy's question with his actions, and a whistle was heard. Each cavalry threw the cloth bag tied to their horse's legs upwards, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by it with scattered blood.

The brave townsmen plucked up their courage and walked in to see what was in the cloth bag. "Vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene bent down and vomited.

Old Billy, who was closest to Deloke, saw the clearest person. The head thrown from Loke was the Red Maple Thieves leader who invaded their mine town the most frequently and caused the most damage. This man with a scar on his face even came to the town last month to blackmail him a considerable sum of money and food.

However, now, Old Billy only saw a scar on his head and face, which had been twisted and deformed because he endured some severe pain, just like a multi-legged centipede lying on a winter melon, making Old Billy nauseated.

Old Billy deserves to be the mayor, and he quickly adjusted, "There will be no fish that misses the net, right?" The Red Maple Thieves have horses, if someone escapes, their mine town will face endless ambitions next.

"No." The answer to Locke was Carl, who patted Old Billy on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, no one can escape under the Baron's cavalry's hooves, let alone Locke leads the team."

Although Old Billy still had doubts, he did not reveal it because he did not see the spare horses and the treasures robbed by the Red Maple.

Carl was not interested in giving Old Billy the powerful combat power of the low-level attendant, nor did he think about Old Billy's little thoughts, so he stepped forward and shouted at Locke, "You go back, I'll watch in the town!"

Locke, wearing armor, nodded, kicked his horse's butt, and rode his horse towards Maple Leaf Village.

Under the command of Carl, the remaining cavalry entered the mine town in an orderly manner to repair.

Riding on a horse and galloping in the bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in his helmet was very serious, and he suddenly realized that he was much different from normal people.

When the cavalry returned from victory, they were not cheering from the people of the mine town, but surprise and distance. He could even see fear in the eyes of many people looking at him.

Whether it was Locke or Kaidozi's return soldiers, they were already indifferent to blood and death. Not to mention dozens of heads, they had seen even more spectacular and more tragic. The mere smell of blood was simply a slightest meaning to them.

But ordinary civilians are different. More than half of the mine townsmen who felt such a strong bloody smell were covered with their mouths and wanted to vomit. As for what they didn't vomit, they just smelled strange and did not see what was in the cloth bag.

Riding a horse and galloping in the night, the starlight just revealed, and Locke could already see the big tree at the entrance of Maple Leaf Village.

Without rushing to enter the village, Locke rode his horse to the river at the entrance of the village first.

In March, the river water has thawed, but it still emits a cold, especially at night.

After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting river water stimulated Locke's nerves and washed away the odor and blood on his body.

His war horse tilted his head and watched his master make such a strange move, making a sniff, as if mocking Locke's nerves.

Lock in the water saw a lot of blood remaining on the horse. The war horse made a frightened neigh, and was ruthlessly pulled out of the water by Lock. Lock, a low-level attendant, now has a pure arm strength comparable to a brown bear.

After staying for three minutes, the smell was almost dissipated before Locke jumped ashore.

The horse seemed not very good at swimming and was swaying wildly in the water. Locke finally used a little bit of fighting spirit and pulled the war horse to the shore without any danger. Even a low-level attendant, he had no interest in resisting a horse's hoof without armor or fighting spirit.

The horse who got ashore looked at Locke with some trepidation and let out a low cry.

Locke rolled over the horse without too much movement. The war horse ran on himself, shaking his fur while running. As soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no water droplets on his body.

At this time, there were several soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village, all of whom he asked to stay when he left during the day today. The soldiers were very dedicated and no one was lazy.

"Brother Locke!" As soon as he approached, the left-behind soldiers recognized the person. Locke's armor was so iconic.

"Yeah." Locke responded under the armor, "Don't be on guard, just take turns watching in two batches." Leave a sentence, Locke had already left on a horse.

"Yes!" The soldiers' answers came from behind.

When he arrived in front of his home, the door had already opened. Old Locke knew that Locke was the captain of the cavalry. Whenever there was a sound of horse hooves in the village, he knew that his son had come back and went out to open the door.

Sure enough, it was indeed their son.

Tia went to close the gate, and old Locke looked at the war horse brought back by Locke in the yard with amazement.

"Better than the ones in the town station, and much more energetic than the Baron Caravan!" Old Lock stretched out his hand, intending to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the horse took two steps back and looked at Old Lock vigilantly. One of his hind legs was half raised, as if he could kick it up at any time.

"Yeah?" Locke glared, and a palm was gently placed on the horse's back at some point. The war horse was instantly quiet like a quiet baby, allowing old Locke to mess with its beautiful fur.

"Why are you still wet? Take off your clothes quickly and I'll ask Leah to wash it for you!" Tia was more concerned about other places.

Taking off the heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes inside to Leah who had been watching for a long time.

"Did you have any meals? I'll go back to the house to get you, there's still some leftovers," asked Tia.

"Not yet," Locke replied.

When Tia heard this, she immediately turned around and went to get Rock. She left two cakes and half a pot of vegetable soup for dinner, which was just enough to heat Rock and you could eat it.

"What is this horse eating?" Old Locke was still paying attention to the war horse brought back by Locke. This war horse, which was originally extremely handsome, was turned into a big hedgehog by Old Locke two or three times.

"Don't worry about it, you won't starve to death." Locke replied lightly. This was his negligence. There was no horse for horses in the village. If you want to feed it, you have to go to town tomorrow.

However, after all, it is the best war horse of the cavalry squadron. It is not a big problem to be hungry for a day or two. Sometimes when marching urgently, it is normal for the war horses to not eat for a day or a night.

Fortunately, the war horse did not understand human words, otherwise it would have to cry to death. It was exhausted and followed Rock to fight for a day. In the end, it not only took a cold shower, but also couldn't even eat supper.

Because of the fight for one day, Locke lay down early today.

Leah was still helping Locke wash clothes. From this outfit, Leah seemed to smell something strange.

He put his nose up and smelled it. A faint smell of blood came into Leah's nose, which was more of a manly aura belonging to Locke.

Lea's face turned red and she quickly pressed her clothes into the water. No matter where the blood came from, she could do it as long as it wasn't Locke's.

When Locke took off his clothes, although there were many scars on his body, they were all scabs from old wounds. Leah did not find any other wounds.

As if thinking of the solid muscles that Locke had just revealed, Leah felt even more confused and could only rub the clothes in her hands.

Tia has fallen asleep, and old Rock hasn't yet gone.

He always felt that he should feed some of this war horse, otherwise what should he do if he was hungry? If he starved to death, he might have to pay how much money he would have to pay.

The more old Locke thought about it, the more he felt he was right. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the woodshed, and the war horse was placed here by Locke.

In the woodshed, the horse was staring at the old Locke spiritually. It still remembered the terrifying shadow left by its master and did not dare to make rash efforts on the old man.

He sniffed impatiently. He thought that Old Locke was here to play with its fur again, so he consciously put his neck over and wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

A few pieces of potato chunks and rice slags appeared in Old Locke's hands, and the horse looked down at something that had never been touched.

The horse's nose leaned over and smelled it, could it be eaten?

The answer to it was Old Locke's squinting eyes.

The next day, until ten o'clock, Locke woke up, stretched and performed routine boxing. Although no one taught him, Locke found these moves he had figured out by himself very useful.

I originally planned to go to the town at noon to see if Hans and the others were back, but the plan was put on hold.

Because his horse seemed to have eaten his stomach-

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