Since participating in the "Elk War", Zhou Ming has become an "old fried dough stick" in several major wars around the territory in the following two years.

In the final analysis, this kind of war is a war between noble knights, and it has nothing to do with farmers like him.

Moreover, these lords and knights who stay in the castle all day long have already been idle, so it is better to fight with the lords around them to exercise their muscles and bones.

As for those farmers who came on stage, one function was to increase the lively atmosphere on the battlefield, and the other was to give them the battlefield heads and kill a dozen farmers, which was not harmful at all.

What is really dangerous for farmers is indeed those thieves who have been active among the mountains and forests for a long time and are proficient in various traps and poisons.

Zhou Ming followed him to encircle and suppress the thieves once, and a group of thieves with only eight or nine people. Baron Conner led thousands of people to encircle and suppress them for more than ten days. After paying the price of more than twenty casualties, he drove the thieves out of the territory and killed only three of them.

During that encirclement, Zhou Ming almost stepped on the air and fell into a trap full of sharpened wooden sticks.

However, Zhou Ming did not lose his gains in this encirclement and suppression.

Among the cunning thieves, there was an unlucky man who was shot by Edward in the thigh. Because he couldn't run too fast, the unlucky man was abandoned by his accomplices.

Following the faint bloodstain, Zhou Ming discovered the unlucky person hiding in this bush in an inconspicuous ravine.

"Come out, don't hide."

The spear in Zhou Ming's hand said to the bush.

"Chee~!"

A dagger with blue light came straight towards Zhou Ming’s facade!

Zhou Ming, who had been alert, turned his head and flew over to the door, and inserted it into the soil slope behind him.

"I count three times, and if I don't come out, I'll stab it! One, two..."

Before counting three, a self-deprecating voice came from the bushes: "I didn't expect that my thief, Jero, would die today at the hands of an unknown boy. Lucky boy, give me to Earl William, whom Earl Mason, you can get a bounty of 500 gold coins from him."

Zhou Ming sneered: "When I get the 500 gold coin bounty, I must be the time when I die and the gold coin is stolen?"

This cunning thief is still playing with this trick when he is about to die.

The thief Jero was slightly stunned, and turned to smile and said, "A very smart boy, it seems you want to kill me directly?"

Zhou Ming put away his spear and said, "I want to kill you and I want to talk so much nonsense. I have already stabbed the spear in just now."

The thief Jero was even more surprised: "You are not going to kill me? My head can be exchanged for many rewards from your lord."

"I don't like that little reward, it's more useful to me if I keep you!"

Zhou Ming threw the spear aside, squatted down, and took the thief who was in his thirties, with yellow hair, brown eyes, and lean body, very much like a barbarian in the west. He carried it to a safe place, treated him for his wounds, and fed him some jerky and cheese.

"Hey, little guy, why are you saving me?"

More than ten days later, the thief Jero, whose wound was almost healed, finally couldn't help asking in confusion.

He allowed him to travel around the world to meet all kinds of people. He had never seen a young man who was only sixteen years old but had so many things hidden in his heart. He did so many things that he couldn't understand.

"I saved your life because I wanted to leave a way out for my future."

When changing the dressings for his wound, Zhou Ming raised his head and said bluntly.

"The way out, what way out? Do you want to be a thief like me? Little guy, I admit that you are a good seedling, but being a thief is not a fun thing. When your head is worth more than 500 gold coins on the wanted order, you have to be careful of your companions who may attack you at any time... This is not easy."

The thief Jero shook his head. The thief was chic, but who could know the risks behind it?

Zhou Ming explained: "You misunderstood what I mean. The way I am referring to is not necessarily to join you as a thief. I hope that when I encounter problems in the future, I can find a helper who can help me. I will save your life and you owe me a favor, so I want you to help me."

"Little guy, it's good that you saved my life, but I didn't promise to help you, especially when this kind of busyness may take my life, don't be wishful thinking!"

The thief Jero shook his head and said, among the people he knew, some people who drew swords against his teammates for one hundred gold coins, and some people who stabbed their brothers twice for a good-looking girl. I have never encountered many people who saved their lives and paid them back.

"Don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility and will not lose your life. Besides, you have a brain, and even if someone forces you to do it, you won't do it yourself..."

Zhou Ming threw out another bait and said, "And, you thieves, killing people and setting fires, and robbing the house. They didn't know how to use their brains. When they came to a territory that they didn't know anything, they rushed up to grab something valuable, and rushed up to see who has the most money, who has the most beautiful women, and who has a relatively relaxed defense and is more likely to grab it... Are the so-called thieves like you?"

"Ahem! Little guy, shut up! We touched the bottom of the game before we started. The dozen or so territories nearby belong to Glen, otherwise why would we come here?"

The thief Jero coughed violently twice, and his old face turned red. The little devil seemed to be very sarcastic. Could it be that he, who has been in the world for more than ten years, understands better?

In fact, this has something to do with Zhou Ming. In the past ten years, because of the habit of centralized manure processing and frequent manure application, the crop yield of Glenge has increased and the number of plagues has occurred less. Even though some population has been lost due to war, compared with many surrounding territories, Glenge has indeed the largest population and the most abundant products.

"The king's treasury is rich, why don't you rob it... I want me to tell you that you still pay too little attention to intelligence work, otherwise you won't be able to make money, and instead suffer heavy losses in personnel."

After being said to by a little devil who is almost younger than his generation, Jero understood some of the truth about this little devil, but he was still dissatisfied and said: "You little devil can just talk. I have been in the world for more than ten years. What kind of treasure has never been snatched from a woman? This time I just had a little accident. You are not a thief, what do you know?"

"I really don't have the right to say to you... Let's do this. When your injury is cured, you will call all your remaining companions over. I'll explore the way for you and grab it again in Qiangwei Town. If it succeeds, all the treasures will belong to you. If it fails, I will let you deal with it and write off the favors you owe me. How about this?"

Zhou Ming felt that if he didn't show any actual results, this thief Jero would probably not be able to obey him so easily.

"Boy, what you said?"

The thief Jero was moved. Although this little ghost was a little loud, the proposal proposed was really attractive. Moreover, as this little ghost said, in terms of intelligence, their attention was too low. They only knew that there was money here, and then they came to grab it. But they knew that the Cavaliers here were so powerful...

If you rely on this kid to find out the route and action goals, and then take a fuck, the risk will definitely be much smaller than the last time.
Chapter completed!