Colonial Suit

Section 16: Engagement (This chapter is free)

A brief silence. Then the bandits roared. These bloodthirsty men brandished their blood-stained weapons, their faces twisted in ferocious howls. "Who is it? Who killed my comrade!"

"Stand out, you will pay the price for your actions! I swear, you will wail for three days and three nights before you die!"

"Come out, I will chop off your limbs and let your body become the feces of mutated beasts!"

"Kill, kill them all!"

The bandits' roars converged into a wave of sound, displaying their anger. At this moment, within the circle of wagons, Sarah's eyes were wide.

Because she had personally witnessed, just now, Mr. Bloodshot Eyes… this man who didn't look burly, used a simple wooden spear to 'shoot' over fifty meters, nailing a bandit to the ground. Heavens, that was a distance of fifty meters. How did he do it?

"You…" Although Sarah was precocious, she was still a child. She was a little scared to see such a bloody scene. "You said… it's off…"

"Mm." Bloodshot Eyes shook his wrist. He drew another wooden spear from beside him. "I wanted to take out that bandit leader just now. I didn't expect my aim to be so bad after not throwing for so long. Let me get familiar with it again."

As he spoke, Bloodshot Eyes flicked his arm, not even taking a running start. A black light flashed from his hand, and the sharp whistling sound of tearing through the air came again. Far away, another bandit's chest spurted out a bright red flower of blood. He was nailed to death with a wooden spear through his chest.

Two wooden spears, two lives. Bloodshot Eyes' simple and clean killing stunned everyone. The bandits who had just been roaring madly were immediately frightened and hurriedly dodged. The people in the wagon circle were also dumbfounded. After a long while, joyous cheers erupted.

"Who, who did it? Which guy is so brave?" Old Vick's ecstatic voice came from behind. He saw the old man running over, rolling and crawling in a manner completely unbefitting his age. He saw Bloodshot Eyes next to Sarah at a glance.

"It's you?"

"…" Bloodshot Eyes didn't answer. But the wooden spear at his feet had already explained everything.

"How could it be you?" Old Vick seemed unable to believe his eyes, and repeated the question.

Because of Bloodshot Eyes' thin appearance, Old Vick had not been optimistic about Bloodshot Eyes these past few days. He only allowed Bloodshot Eyes to stay in the caravan for Sarah's sake. He even felt sorry and couldn't sleep for several nights because of it. He never expected that at this critical moment, it was this ordinary-looking man who had saved everyone.

"Haha." Old Vick laughed happily. He reached out and patted Bloodshot Eyes' shoulder. "Good lad. I thought you had potential from the start, that you had the makings of a guard. Now it looks like I was right. To be able to throw a wooden spear so far, your strength is not bad. How is it, are you a little scared after seeing blood for the first time? It's okay, you'll get used to it."

Seeing blood for the first time?

Sarah showed a strange expression. She had an urge to laugh. Please, Uncle Vick, look at his expression right now. Does he look flustered from seeing blood for the first time? This guy is a professional warrior, the amount of killing he's seen is probably more than the entire caravan combined.

But now no one had time to say much. With Bloodshot Eyes, this new force, joining, Old Vick's spirits were greatly lifted. He immediately shouted loudly. He had those apprehensive guards bring over more wooden spears. They were piled up at Bloodshot Eyes' feet.

"Boy, since you have the strength, throw all these wooden spears over there. Don't be afraid, they won't dare to charge our wagon circle. We will protect you."

Old Vick said loudly, showing his closeness to Bloodshot Eyes, while also giving him a slight encouragement.

From beginning to end, Bloodshot Eyes didn't say a word. He was as silent as wood. Just in front of Old Vick, he picked up another wooden spear from the side, took a slight breath, and threw it out. Under everyone's gaze, the wooden spear cut through the fifty-meter space between the wagon circle and the bandits, and fiercely pierced into a large motorcycle. The fragile material of the wooden spear shattered into countless flying splinters. But it also left a deep hole in the motorcycle's fuel tank.

Seeing the previous encounters of their comrades, the bandits had all hidden behind the motorcycles. So Bloodshot Eyes didn't succeed this time.

"Too bad… this method can't be used many times. These damned bastards, they're quite clever." Old Vick shook his head and sighed.

Now the two sides were truly at a stalemate. What he had to do was wait for the other bandit leader to come up to negotiate. As long as he didn't have to give up too many resources, Old Vick was still willing to bleed a little. This was also a common tactic in the wasteland.

But he didn't know that at this moment, behind that giant motorcycle, Kalisha was going crazy with anger.

Originally, he thought this was an easy hunt. Like the previous fat sheep, this fat sheep would also obediently open the wagon circle and offer everything he wanted. He didn't expect the other party to be so troublesome. Not only did they set up a defensive wagon circle, but there was also a spearman in the middle with such great strength and such high accuracy. Two throws had caused him great losses. He had to know that whether a bandit group could be strong or not, the number of people was a crucial standard. The two bandits killed by Bloodshot Eyes were the backbone of his group. Losing these two people had greatly reduced the strength of his bandit group.

The more Kalisha thought about being ridiculed by the other bandit leaders when he returned to the gathering point, the angrier he became. His face was so red that it seemed like blood could drip from it.

"Damn pigs, I will kill them, I must kill them!"

"Yes, kill them all, tie them to the back of the motorcycles and drag them to death. I want to show the caravans of the Great Wasteland the consequences of resisting our Sandworms!"

Muttering fiercely, the fierce light in Kalisha's eyes grew deeper and deeper. He suddenly stood up, startling Pig Tooth beside him.

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

"Raise the worm flag for me, I will slaughter them!"

Raise the worm flag? Pig Tooth's eyes lit up, and a bloodthirsty look appeared again. After agreeing, he pulled out a black iron rod from behind the motorcycle and raised a tattered flag.

As soon as they saw this flag, all the bandits let out piercing howls. This immediately scared Old Vick in the wagon circle. He stuck his head out to take a look, and his face turned white.

"How could this be? How could this be? How could he raise the flag?"

Bandit groups in the wasteland did not easily raise the flag, because that meant exposing their identity. But once the flag was raised, it only represented one meaning… slaughter.

Only dead people wouldn't talk. So raising the flag represented the bandit group's determination. Moreover, raising the flag had another meaning for the bandit group. That was that they would not rest until one side was dead.

But it was too late to say anything now. Almost at the instant the flag was raised. All the bandits began to act. They climbed onto the motorcycles, ignoring the danger of being pierced through the heart by Bloodshot Eyes' spear, and quickly began to circle around the wagon circle. At the same time, the bandits riding on the back seats of the motorcycles raised their crossbows. Waves of crossbow bolts shot out like a storm. They struck the wagon circle, sending out dazzling sparks.

The guards on the roof had long been frightened and hid in the bunkers. Hearing the clanging sound of crossbow bolts hitting their ears. Each of them was scared out of their wits. They screamed repeatedly.

With the situation reversed. In the blink of an eye, the wagon circle was in imminent danger. As long as one guard couldn't hold on and deserted his post, a gap might appear in the wagon circle. At that time, no one in the entire caravan would survive.

"Damn it, hold on, we must hold on. Don't come down. The critical moment has arrived, as long as they can't break in after a while, they will retreat. You lads, hold on for me!" Old Vick ran around in the wagon circle, desperately cheering up his guards. He tried to encourage these guards to fight bravely. But it didn't have much effect.

At this moment, Bloodshot Eyes moved again.

With one move, he threw out three wooden spears in a row. The three wooden spears were like three lightning bolts gliding across the sky, passing through the shooting holes of the wagon circle and accurately shooting down three bandits who were riding on motorcycles and circling at high speed. Under his powerful strength, the three bandits were carried by the wooden spears for more than five meters before being nailed to the ground. They died extremely quickly.

What accurate throwing skills. It was not until this time that Old Vick realized that he had underestimated Bloodshot Eyes. It turned out that he was not a novice at all, but a true professional warrior. He was as familiar with killing as he was with breathing naturally. After killing three people, his breathing didn't even fluctuate. His fingers were steady and dry.

The two guards who were helping him beside him had already stared with wide eyes. They foolishly held the spears, not knowing what to do.

"Continue sending spears!" Bloodshot Eyes shouted in a low voice. He grabbed the spear from the guard's hand and threw it out. But this time his accuracy was not enough, and the bandit dodged it far away. Moreover, after these three throws, the bandits had clearly understood his position, and they were extra careful when circling. The movement of dodging the spear was very standard. In this way, the effect of Bloodshot Eyes' spear throwing was greatly reduced. He threw ten more wooden spears in succession, but only killed one bandit.

In contrast, the bandits shot and killed two guards. A gap appeared in the defense of the wagon circle.

"F***, what are you hiding from? Are you showing your asses like ostriches waiting to be killed? Hurry up, climb onto the roof, rush in and kill them all!" Seeing a gap appear in the wagon circle, Kalisha immediately became fierce. He shouted fiercely. Following his voice, some bandits had already dropped their crossbows, biting their long knives and climbing onto the carriages. Once they gained a foothold, it was feared that none of the guards on the roof would survive.

… Bloodshot Eyes silently dropped the wooden spear in his hand. He turned to look at Sarah.

"Go hide in the carriage, don't show your head."

Then, he lowered his body, put his hands on the ground, and shot out like a hunting black panther.

The direction he was advancing was a carriage roof, where a bandit had just climbed up. He grinned and raised his long knife…