Mercenaries and Adventurers

The bandits in colorful animal skins took a long way around and quickly ran back to the woods where their team was hiding.

"It's me, don't do it!"

As soon as he approached, the blade of a long sword protruded from the shadow of the tree trunk beside him, and it was coldly attached to his neck.

The bandit swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and carefully used his fingers to slowly remove the metal sword on his neck: "You can tell it's me just by the sound of footsteps. It's no fun to make such a joke."

A deep and vicious laugh sounded from the shadows, and a hand was stretched out from inside, pushing his back: "The boss is waiting impatiently, why are you so slow?"

"Bah, those ￥%￥ things are not very capable, and they are not small. Especially the king of the white wall, I bah, the king of the **** wall! Let me kneel down for him! I really think him Is he a nobleman? Even if he is a nobleman, I am not a farmer who can accept the rule of the nobleman."

The bandits wearing colorful animal skins looked disgusted, and their sense of the so-called White Wall King was even higher than that of the other two rough bandit leaders.

Because of that person's demeanor, it reminded him of his youth.

Back then, it was because his family was bullied and framed by the dog legs of the noble lord that he killed someone and ran away to become a bandit.

He can accept being spit on, but he can't accept being a bandit, but still acting like a nobleman.

Cursing, the bandit bowed and trotted to the place where he started before.

Here, their leader, the middle-aged man with a strong figure leaned against the shadow of the tree trunk, and carefully looked at the young refugees talking and playing around by the fire not far away with his eyes.

"It's like a group of herbivores looking for life in the dry season, and we are the predators trying to eat them."

With a sigh, the men he sent out to contact other people came back.

"Boss, I'm back."

"How? What did they say?"

The bandit wearing colorful animal skin squatted in the shadow of the tree trunk, and said mockingly: "Fatty can't wait until midnight, he will attack as soon as it gets dark, and it seems that he has plans to leave here after finishing this deal. This point , I heard from his subordinates."

"Hmph, as expected, continue."

"The wild snake guy doesn't care. He can attack at any time. If the fat man makes a move, he will follow suit. But he said that this time he will no longer divide the benefits according to the previous rules, and whoever grabs will get it. As for his plan, he I made it clear that I would take people away after finishing this job. But I didn’t say when I would leave or where I would go.”

"This cartilaginous snake with no idea. Where's the King of the White Wall?"

"The king of the **** wall is still putting on airs like that. He didn't say whether to follow your plan or follow the other two. He also has no opinion on the distribution of the harvest for this job, but he doesn't seem to plan to leave here in the future. He let Let's just leave, saying that the dry stream can't support so many fish."

The bandit leader nodded: "He's old-fashioned. Well, I understand. Hmph, if you want to do it first, you'd think too much of yourself, and you'd underestimate your opponent, a bunch of idiots. You still want to leave here and develop outside, brothers, Do you think those two are too beautiful?"

A muffled laugh came from behind the dark tree trunks around.

"We all whistled together to send a signal to those idiots in the south, don't you want to do it first, then let them fight enough, just before we leave, we can take a big bite from the other two."

The middle-aged bandit leader licked his tongue around his mouth excitedly, and then he was the first to whistle.

call out---

Then all the bandits around followed suit and blew their whistles.

Shhhhhhh———

The loud whistle disturbed the quiet and dark woods, frightened the nocturnal birds and flapped their wings and flew up, the insects were silent, and the roar of carnivorous beasts echoed from the thick branches not far away.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa—

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In the woods across the creek to the south of the clearing, the fat bandit leader who was leading people to rush out of the woods changed his face when he heard loud whistles coming from the woods past the clearing to the north, and then turned red angrily: "￥%￥%, those guys who were going to stay until midnight, they were just talking. Brothers, rush! They are all refugees who are farming. Whoever catches them will be dealt with by him !kill--"

With a roar, he pulled out the spear that was handed up by the bandit behind him, and swung it forward vigorously.

His bandits pulled their weapons out of their scabbards one after another, roared and formed a familiar small team, running out of the woods in twos and threes.

The roar of a group of people shook the green leaves in the forest, the squirrel retreated into the tree hole in fright, the hare fled back into the hole, and the poisonous snake, which was moving to prey, also froze among the branches, motionless. Trying to pretend to be a brown branch.

At the same time as the fat man roared and rushed out of the woods, he heard loud whistles from the north, and the group of bandits ambushing in the south of the open space also stood up from the bushes and flowers with strange screams. The one who drew his sword and dagger and made three steps at a time rushed straight across the creek that could only submerge his calf, and rushed towards the team of hundreds of refugees.

They know very well that despite the fact that there are hundreds of refugees, dozens of times the size of their gang of bandits, when it comes to fighting, there are armed and unarmed, murderous and not, organized and unorganized, yelling They knew all too well the difference between yelling and panic.

This gang of bandits also wore various clothes. Some of them painted scary patterns on their faces, and tattooed patterns of wild beasts and monsters on their bare arms with hollow snake teeth. Not to mention jumping out suddenly when it was dark, they just looked at it like this during the day. , can scare some timid farmers too afraid to speak.

The King of the White Wall sat where he was, and after hearing the loud whistle from the north side of the open space, he waved his hand and dispatched one of his several teams of elite bandits.

His team looks like bandits, and they do bandit things, but they are actually trained according to the model of training soldiers.

Every time he leads a team out to attack people, the purpose is not all for those valuable goods, but for the women in the team.

Because unlike other bandits entrenched on both sides of the business road at the gap in the mountains, he has his own special village and territory in the mountains on the south side. Capture young women and reproduce them for the subordinates and soldiers in the village.

When the village was first established in the mountains, the village was still full of people who were willing to evacuate with his ancestors, but later it gradually became dominated by captured people.

Hearing this order, a captain standing behind took out a wooden whistle from his neck, rhythmically blew out the whistle recognized by his team, and then the whole team checked their weapons and equipment, and then passed by the King of the White Wall , yelling words such as "dedicate loyalty" in his mouth, and trotted out of the woods neatly.

The three bandits attacked together, and all headed towards the south side of the clearing where Kiel and the others were located.

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"What movement?"

"Where's the whistle?"

"North! It's the whistle from the woods in the north!"

Many refugees were chatting by the fire, and suddenly there was a neat whistle sounding from the direction of the dark woods on the north side.

Just when everyone was confused, there was another human roar from the south that scared everyone to death.

"kill!"

"Resist and kill!"

"Come on!"

The continuous roars even overwhelmed the doubts and discussions of the refugees. The southernmost refugee gangs were the first to see the reflection of metal weapons in the dark, and then they shouted in a loud voice: "Attack! There is an attack!"

"There's an attack! It's bandits! There are a lot of them!"

"Rewind! Rewind!"

"%￥%￥, where did the bandits come from!"

"￥%% knight! I ￥%￥, you set us up!"

The gang refugees got up in a panic, and subconsciously retreated into the crowd in the panic, but the open space was not big, and they were asked to prepare extra fires, which squeezed the space even more.

After all, after the fire is lit, people around the fire have to keep a little distance away. If they are too close to the fire, they will be heated to death.

Therefore, these gang refugees who subconsciously wanted to retreat into the crowd were directly blocked by other people who were also panicked.

Just when there was no way to retreat, the bandits who had been ambushing behind the bushes and flowers in the south of the open space had already rushed up the **** by the stream and killed them.

"Fight with them! Kill while retreating!"

The leader of a refugee gang shouted like this, holding a short knife and waving it, leading people to block the fire.

"Get out of the way for everyone, you bastards, get out of the way for me, I will kill whoever gets in the way!"

Of course, there are also gang refugee leaders who attack their own people with swords. Whoever dares to stop him and his men from escaping northward will have to be stabbed in the arm by him.

"What the hell! What!"

Some people were frightened by the image of the bandits rushing up, their faces were painted with colorful and strange makeup, their arms were full of enemies in the image of grotesque beasts and monsters, coupled with the bone sticks hanging on their bodies, beasts or humans The skulls and the entangled long, slippery snakes frightened many people to their feet. They either kneeled and surrendered according to the requirements of these half-human, half-monster bandits, or fell to the ground with their crotches limp, the metal in their hands I can't hold the film at all.

However, there are those who bravely resist.

"Pick up the stones beside the fire, and the burning firewood, and throw them at them! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A gang leader yelled, knowing that the dagger in his hand was no match for the bandits, so he yelled and grabbed the very hot stone that was heated by the flames by the side of the fire. Throw the hot stone down on the head of the strange-looking bandit who came to kill him.

The hot stone was still attached to half of the skin of the palm, and it directly hit the head of a bandit who was trying to block the stone with a machete in his hand.

But this bandit miscalculated the weight of the stone and the speed at which it flew. If he had gone to school and learned mathematics from a magician or scholar, then he would definitely not be able to try to resist it with a machete.

boom!

The hot stone directly bent the shape of the machete, and the bent machete came out, and then the stone hit the bandit's face on his back without slowing down.

The face was sunken in, and even the size of the sunken area was just right to firmly clamp the hot stone on the bandit's head.

The bandit fell back on his back, tripped the other two bandits behind him, and fell down the **** beside the creek in a panic.

The hot stone scorched the sunken face of the hapless bandit, and the vitreous in the eyes flowed out of the squashed eye sockets, sizzling and dry from the heat.

The bandit's dyed front half of hair also curled up in the high temperature, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Human life is really tenacious. The entire face was dented by the stone. The bandit hadn't died directly, and his hands and feet were still twitching and throwing. Until he slid obliquely into the shallow creek deep in his calf, and by coincidence, he soaked his upper body in the spring creek.

The stone was cooled by the cold water of the stream, but the unlucky bandit also drowned in the stream where even a baby could not be drowned.

It's like a joke from Lady Luck.

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Keir was speaking next to Priest Batar when the whistle blew.

When there was a change, he immediately drew out his long sword to hunt, and said to the priest: "Batar, you send some people to the south with the stones you picked up to support the past. If you are brave, I will go there now to block the attack from the south. Remember, be careful of the woods in the north, and try to rely on our carriage as a position to resist."

Kiel patted the priest's shoulder hard, with such force that he even activated the magic spell of body protection on the priest's shoulder.

"This is for you, try to fight with other people, don't be alone, and stay alive."

The priest was a little flustered and nervous. This was the first time he had faced such a battle. The last time the rebels attacked Changmai Village, he was just hiding in the underground of the church with the children of the believers.

But the result was his suffering for many days afterwards.

At that time, he thought about how good it would be if he was also in the battle. Don't go on in such helpless pain.

Even if he is captured alive by the enemy, he can follow the villagers after being captured, and use his faith to relieve the sorrow and pain of the confused and grieving villagers.

Today, although the local characters are different, the scenes are very similar.

With a trembling hand touching his lips, he used all his courage to shout to Kiel who was pushing away the panicked crowd: "May Saturn bless you, brave warrior!!!"

The young priest then held up the amber metal long staff and the other hand grasping the amulet sculpture, and shouted frantically to the true and false Saturn believers around him: "Fight! Brave farmers! Fight! Use everything to fight! !There is no retreat! With stones! With teeth! With burning logs! With all we have to fight! Saturn!"

"And we are being examined by him under the eyes of God! He is watching us! Let us fight bravely! Those who eat the food given by God will be accepted after death and enter the Kingdom of God!"

The believers who were still flustered just now were suddenly attracted by the priest's shout, and they tried hard to hear every word the priest said clearly amidst the panic.

But many could only hear the priest's loudest two words: "Fight, brave farmers."

Also: "Those who eat the food given by the gods will be accepted after death and enter the kingdom of gods."

What's this? This is the highest spiritual pursuit of a Saturn believer in his life.

Born to work hard, isn't it possible to enter the kingdom of the God of Saturn after death? There are endless fertile fields, no need to work, just sow the seeds, and you can grow and harvest in a day.

Fruit trees are spread all over the Kingdom of God, and all kinds of fruits that have been seen or heard of in the north and south of the world can be enjoyed by those who enter the Kingdom of God.

Every day that passes, countless livestock fall from the sky for people to slaughter and eat meat. Countless poultry can be driven out of the weeds and flowers beside the road, and then there are countless poultry eggs in the grass.

Gentle and leisurely believers will also use endless grain and fruit to make wine, so that every soul who enters the kingdom of God will get drunk a little every day and get drunk every three days.

That is the kingdom of God for the laborers, and there was no way out of it in the past. The priest who was blessed by God today made a promise, which immediately excited the believers around him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"I want to enter the Kingdom of God! Don't block me! I want to enter the Kingdom of God!"

Excitement quickly turned into frenzy. Priest Batar waved his hand, and the light of the amber metal staff pointed to the chaotic place in the south of the battle: "Brave men bouldering support! Repel them! Despicable bandits don't do anything, they are the most Filthy man! Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of people crowded and pushed away the other young refugees who were panicked, and hurried over with several fist-sized stones.

Priest Batar didn't go with him. He still remembered what Kiel had told him that there was still a team of bandits in the woods on the north side of the clearing, especially when the other side blew the attack whistle first.

Have to guard against.

He looked around, and then shouted loudly to attract everyone who was watching him secretly in a panic: "Follow me!"

The priest didn't say what he was doing, and the young refugees around were like a flock led by a leader. When the priest called out, they all followed him, and almost three hundred people moved with him.

Priest Batar led the people a few steps, UU reading www. uukanshu.com came to Kiel's carriage.

A small group of young refugees had gathered beside the carriage with wooden sticks, forming a stronghold that looked like it could fight.

If the people in the woods to the north really wanted to rush out and attack, they might at least stop quite a few people.

The priest waved his hand and said to the young refugees around: "Find a way to move the fire to the front, as a firewall to block attacks!"

Immediately, someone grabbed one end of the unburned firewood, held it up high, squeezed through the panicked crowd, and threw the firewood stick towards the crowd.

Dozens of sparse firewood were thrown to the north of the clearing near the commercial road.

It can't be said to be a blocking firewall, at least it illuminates a large area north of the open space quite brightly.

Naturally, the figures of some bandits who had been hiding in the bushes on the north side of the trade road were also photographed.

After being discovered, those bandits no longer hid, and stood up with grinning grimaces. They held all kinds of weapons, and each of them looked very strong.

Especially these guys, whose eyes reflected the fire of burning firewood, made the refugees look at them. Compared with people, they looked more like beasts and monsters that changed into human shapes in the mountains and forests.

That's the way a predator looks at a herbivore.

It was the look that wanted to swallow them alive.

The gaze that can only be issued by an extremely cruel person.

The middle-aged bandit leader pushed away the subordinates in front of him, opened his mouth and made a loud clashing sound of his upper and lower teeth.

"Brothers, let's start hunting and eating!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

The ferocious bandits rushed forward with shouts.