Mercenaries and Adventurers Chapter 308

To some people that night seemed very long, while to others it was just an ordinary night of the day.

Although they were attacked by bandits during the day, everyone 'repelled' the bandits after all, especially not relying on the help of Knight Kiel. For some in the refugee ranks, this was at least a half-breath of relief.

After all, Knight Kiel had already told all of them that he and Priest Batar had another mission, and it was the main mission of their trip. It was only a matter of bringing hundreds of refugees who were starving in the Whitestone City Wall checkpoint. Just out of kindness.

The reason why the refugees followed Knight Kiel was to assist them in their missions. In fact, Knight Kiel and Priest Batar not only delayed their respective missions, but also worried about them.

Not only was Knight Kiel bloody, Priest Batar also exhausted his powers every day, not only bringing the truly miraculous "God-given food" to the team, but also taking good care of the injured people.

It is estimated that many people have not received a divine power prayer treatment from birth to now, but now, the injured people have experienced the feeling of it all over the place—it is not a good feeling.

The reason is that although praying for healing magic can quickly stop the bleeding and heal the wounds of the injured, after all, they cannot be created out of nothing, and it is the physical strength and nutrients of the people themselves that fill the wounds.

Every time an injured patient receives treatment, he will be very tired and get hungry very quickly. It was not a good experience, but fortunately, because of the priest Batar, there was plenty of porridge in the refugee team, and everyone was always full.

It is interesting to say that some people whose living conditions were not very good before fleeing, even have an illusion that their current life is much better than before. If it weren't for being watched and attacked by hateful bandits when walking on the commercial road, these people even hoped that such days would last as long as possible, and it would be best not to end.

"Everyone, be careful when dismantling the tents. There are not many of these tents, and there is no place to repair them if they are damaged!"

Mr. Barfoot, the ex-businessman, held the booklet in his hand, and marked it with a stick of charcoal. He would breathe a sigh of relief every time a dismantled tent was loaded into a special carriage in the team.

Those who assembled and disassembled the camp tents were too careless. When they wielded the subway shovel, they would bump into the main pillars of the camp tents. And since almost everyone has daggers and other things for self-defense, the people who are always idle will cut a small hole or two in the rainproof cloth of the tent that is not easy to repair.

He couldn't find out who did it, so Mr. Barford could only ask the dexterous women in the team to use thick needles and thick threads to repair the torn tent tarpaulins during the breaks during the day.

He was attacked by bandits during the day yesterday, which made Mr. Barford frightened. Fortunately, he was always in the middle of the team, and he didn't meet the bandits who attacked yesterday.

Sighing, he looked towards the Kiel knight not far away who had hardly had a rest last night, and performed the etiquette of a businessman in the distance, hoping that the Kiel knight could keep this team safe forever, er, at least until he borrowed With the strength of these hundreds of people turning around again, the team will be protected safely.

"Those who are ready should bring their own supplies. Everyone, please be considerate. After all, our team is short of capacity, so we can only ask everyone to carry some supplies on their backs or two people together."

While the chaotic team was preparing to leave, Mr. Barford's voice was still quite loud, which made some people who had only experienced the bandit attack yesterday feel relieved.

Priest Batar, whose hands were covered in blood, wearily climbed into Kiel's carriage, without washing the blood on his hands, he went directly into the carriage, and rested wearily.

Yesterday he was riding the prairie horse that defended against the bandits, and he was being limped by the driver's seat of the carriage at this moment, licking with his tongue a piece of coarse salt in the hand of the driver Bloodtooth .

Blood Fang cast a glance at Priest Batar, who was resting in the carriage. He didn't bother him and didn't say anything. He was still complaining about the priest's reckless fight on horseback yesterday, which finally injured his horse.

Although he knew that the priest was fighting with good intentions to defend against the bandits who attacked, Bloodfang was still a little unhappy. After all, Priest Batar didn't think much about the horse he was riding when he was fighting. this matter.

"Why…"

He sighed and stroked his horse's forehead. The horse's injury was treated briefly by the priest yesterday evening, so today the young prairie horse was able to barely drive normally. Although you can't ride until the chest injury is healed, it's no problem to walk on the cart without harness.

"Actually, it's a good thing for you to stay in the stable that bought you. You have suffered a lot these days after you came out."

Xueyasite muttered a few words, seeing that the team was ready to set off, he picked up the long riding whip stuck on the side, swung it, and hit the horses pulling the cart on the buttocks.

The obedient horse immediately started to walk forward slowly following Xueyasite's intention.

Before the carriage left the outskirts of the camp where everyone camped overnight, they saw a huge fire pile outside the camp, which was the place where the dead bandits and civilians were disposed of yesterday. In order to distinguish the identities of the two, the bodies burned facing the direction of the camp were the bodies of the people who died in the team. On the side facing outwards was the body of the bandit who died yesterday.

It was just dawn at this time, and there was still a lot of black smoke and heat coming out from the side of the huge fire, but the side where the dead bodies of the people were burned had been actively extinguished, and some relatives and friends died. The local people are using wooden sticks and shovels to scoop up the broken ashes of the dead who are still hot.

Although friends and relatives have died, the ashes must be carried with them.

The ashes that had just been shoveled out of the fire were still very hot, not only smoking, but also emitting a lot of choking smoke. I don't know where these people got some small cylindrical wooden barrels made of wooden blocks, and poured these ashes into them one after another. Just like before, they didn't make much distinction about who these ashes belonged to before they were alive. It was sad to carry them with them. contented.

It wasn't that Kiel didn't sleep last night, he still tried to find time to lie down for a while, but when he closed his eyes a little, the bandits who died in his hands appeared before his eyes again, chasing him in a chaotic dream run.

Probably just fell asleep, Keir struggled and woke up soon. So he didn't want to sleep anymore, so he had to lead the patrols on foot to guard the safety of the camp until dawn.

At this time, the team set off at dawn. He ate the porridge in his bowl in one gulp, threw the empty bowl to the people who served as guards under him, rode on the blood lick grass that was not wearing horse armor, and deliberately stayed near the middle of the team. .

In this way, no matter whether the front or rear of the long-drawn team is attacked, he can quickly arrive on horseback to repel the bandits.

Yesterday evening, the alien furs he hired came to him with the corpses of the two bandits they had knocked down. They used the corpses of the two bandits to show that they were also useful when the bandits attacked yesterday.

"Good job, then how about you take charge of the rear of the team? During the road break, you get off the carriage and spread out around the team to guard against possible dangers! If you do a good job, I will give you discretion Bonus. Want metal, right? That comes in handy as it is now."

After receiving Kiel's approval and promise, Kiel specially arranged the carriage where the Mao Maos were at the end of the team, allowing these alien long-tailed kittens with some fighting power to help him share the safety pressure of the entire team.

Strange to say, yesterday those bandits came aggressively and attacked his team several times, but today there was no movement.

While riding a horse on a guard patrol around the team, Keel looked at the continuous mountains and forests around the trade road.

When it was noon, the armed team walking in front sent someone back with a message. There was an obvious fork in the commercial road ahead. It seemed that heavy horse-drawn carriages often passed that fork, but it led to the left side of the commercial road. That is, in the forest facing north.

Because they didn't know what to do, the front of the line had already stopped.

After hearing the news, Kiel replied loudly: "Don't stop, keep going along the trade road, that fork road leads to a former logging farm, but now it has become a lair of bandits, that's none of our business, continue go ahead."

"Good sir."

The armed people who delivered the news ran to the front again, and the stagnant team quickly moved again.

When the middle section of Keir's team also came to the aforementioned fork in the road, he looked along the road extending into the mountains ahead, opened his eyes wide, and whispered a sentence in his mouth, Soon his eyesight was enhanced, and he could see things that were not clear in the distant mountains and forests.

He saw the location of the original logging farm that he had known from the bandits and captives. That place was not on the other side of the mountain, but in front of everyone's eyes. It was just because the trees were dense on the mountain, and the buildings of the logging farm were all made of logs. The buildings are crude, so it is difficult for ordinary people to see them with the naked eye.

But in the eyes of Kiel, whose vision has been multiplied by divine magic, it is clearly discernible.

He saw not only the lumberyard buildings made of crude logs, but also some interesting things.

A group of bandits with about fifty people was attacking the logging camp.

The most interesting thing is that the people defending the lumberyard buildings are also a gang of bandits. Although there are not many in number, they are very tenacious in defense with the defensive power of crude logs and a handful of bows and arrows.

Every time the attacking bandits rushed up with their planks straight, they would be repulsed by the bows and arrows shot from the windows of several lumberyard buildings of the opponent. The defensive bandits almost established a cross-fire force with no dead ends. Unless the attacking bandits had the same shield defense as the Roman legion in Zhao Ji's original world, it would be difficult to attack the wooden buildings in those lumber mills. .

Kiel was walking on the commercial road at the foot of the mountain, but his eyes kept watching the battle that ordinary people could hardly see clearly in the distance. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, because he could see that among the bandits who attacked, the one who took the lead It was the bandit leader who attacked them yesterday.

The fat and tall figure of the other party is very easy to recognize. After all, in this era, few people can grow so fat.

"Idiot, try attacking with fire!"

Keir muttered, he didn't really love this group of people, but seeing these people's offensive was frustrated, he naturally wanted to find a way for the attacker, just like watching people playing chess, the onlookers like to make moves. After all, if he had led someone to attack there, he would not have been attacking recklessly like this, but would change his style of play when a method failed.

After watching for a while, just when Keir was feeling bored, he saw the attacking bandits throw more than a dozen burning grease torches towards a log building at one time while holding up the planks to attack again. .

But then Kiel saw that the log building that was barely lit by the torch had buckets of water dripping down the outside of the building from the windows of the second and third floors by the bandits who stayed inside.

It seems that the defense has long been prepared.

In this way, the first fire ignited by the torch is quickly extinguished.

Not only that, because the attacking bandits had difficulty getting close to the attacking building, the torches they threw could not be taken back, so they could only be lost in vain.

Keir was not only frustrated by the attacking bandits, he rolled his eyes and thought of a new idea: "Idiot, since the fire attack is not enough, why not cut down wood to make a human impact hammer, ten people are carrying the door under the guard of others, I don't believe that the simple wooden door of the wooden house can block the impact of this thing!"

But the nagging on Keir's side, the attacking bandit leader 'Iron Bucket', is destined to not be heard.

His thinking was very simple, he didn't believe that the 'dead spot' robbers in the house really had prepared enough water to put out the fire.

"Brothers! Who has the oiliest animal skin clothes? Take them and make some oiled torches! I don't believe it. After a few times, they still have enough water to put out the fire! It is impossible that there is a mouth in the house." Well, right! Come on, I will provide an animal skin waistcoat first.”

Soon, the new torches were finished, and the 'Iron Bucket' shouted: "Get ready to attack! Haha, this time this group of people probably have to **** on a few buckets of water temporarily!"

All the bandits laughed, and rushed forward holding the wooden planks they found. Behind each plank, there was a bandit holding a newly made torch, ready to light and throw at any time.

Soon the bandits who were holding the planks to resist the arrows reached the edge of the 'safety distance line', and then moved forward, and the other two log buildings on both sides of the building in front could shoot behind the planks obliquely.

However, this distance is barely enough for the armed bandit to throw the torch to the side of the house.

"Light the torch!"

Amidst the terrifying sound of the flying arrows, the bandit leader 'Iron Bucket' commanded loudly.

One by one, the bandits holding newly made torches lit the things in their hands, and then gathered enough strength to prepare to throw.

"Throw it to me! Burn them to death!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen torches flew out with raging fire, and then more or less fell to the bottom of the three-story log building in front.

The 'Iron Bucket' looked forward expectantly, as long as he set up a building, he could prove that he had the strength to set up other recalcitrant buildings, so relying on negotiation and persuasion, he could take over other houses.

Although this place is sandwiched between two villages, at least the current him and his bandits can't choose the right one?

Settle down temporarily first, and then gather people to find a way to take revenge.

But 'Iron Bucket' thought very well, but he didn't expect that the people who stayed in the old lair of 'Dead Spot' had long been afraid of the fire in the wooden house, so before the gang attacked Xinqingquan Village, they gave each logger In the building, several log buckets that people could squat into were made.

This thing is made by hollowing out the core of a whole section of a thick log. It is a bit rough, but it is not a problem to fill it with water for a short time.

So when this wave of more than a dozen newly made torches just ignited the log building, the upper window was quickly poured out of the basin of water, and the fire point under the building was extinguished. By the way, the revenge determination of the 'Iron Bucket' group was also extinguished.

The attacking bandits quickly retreated in a panic. Loud ridicule and obscene curses came from the windows on the second and third floors of the building ahead, while the frustrated bandits retreated to the woods next to the lumberyard with low morale. Afterwards, they put aside the wooden boards with arrows one by one, and gathered together in small groups sitting or lying down.

"try again!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, 'Iron Bucket' saw a pair of eyes that were submissive to him, looking straight at him with no respect for him. Although no one denounced him, it was just fear of his own strength.

After reading the meaning hidden in each of the eyes that looked over, 'Iron Bucket' blushed, and suddenly lowered the big ax he raised.

He is not a fool, even on the contrary, unlike his rough and fat appearance, his mind is quite cunning and flexible, otherwise he would not be able to stop these scumbags.

"Forget it, don't worry, it's already noon, let's eat first. Come here! Take out the luminous food that you snatched yesterday! Let everyone have a taste. Some brothers who were injured yesterday and didn't meet up in time, come to taste these churches My lord, the food that the nobles and lords eat. This thing can glow! And look at how full the grains of wheat are, and how satisfying it is to eat!"

With the interruption and distraction of these things, most of the bandits present were distracted, which made 'Iron Bucket' heave a sigh of relief.

As a bandit leader who has been working for several years, he knows one thing clearly, if this gang of garbage scumbags have no way out, then even if he leads them to fail in battles, it probably doesn't matter. After all, there is no way out, so I can only listen to him, maybe I can survive.

This is why he was able to survive with his bandits after being driven into the forest by the local knight lord a few years ago.

But the situation is quite different now, these damned scumbags have other ways to retreat—they can sneak away ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and then join the 'dead spots' or 'hanging ghosts' to find another way out.

Even leave here and develop elsewhere. Anyway, today's world is very suitable for bandits to develop. No matter how many bad things they do, no one will punish them.

What's even more frightening is that these people may even subdue or kill him, take his own head or simply his head, and go to 'Ken the Killer' in exchange for that guy's favor or reward.

"call…"

Slowly letting out a breath, 'Iron Bucket' felt that the current situation was very bad. If you fight, you can't take down the seemingly ordinary lumberyard buildings in front of you; if you retreat, where can he lead people to retreat?

Thinking of this, he even wondered if he should just take some reliable cronies and leave here. After all, he didn't put all his property in Xinqingquan Village. The old lair where he hid for a long time in the mountains and forests had more belongings there. .

Thinking of this, he looked at the performance of these guys around him and made up his mind.

Instead of joining in the fun of frying wheat grains or cooking porridge, he secretly summoned less than ten cronies and bandits, and did not take much supplies. sneak away.

Keir finally turned his head away from the lumberyard battle that was about to pass behind him. He had a better understanding of the specific combat level of the bandits. When these people are faced with a simple and direct battle situation, they can still come up with some strategies such as diverting the tiger away from the mountain, but when they face a slightly more complicated battle situation, the level of depth is clear at a glance.

"Hey, what about myself? What level is my own who fell into the bandit's trick?"

Kiel laughed at himself, knocked on the horse's belly, and signaled the blood licking grass to speed up and catch up with the refugee team.

Chapter end