Arrows were still flying towards the attacking convoy. The trembling guys hiding behind the carriage listened to the crisp sound of the arrows inserted into the wooden carriage, and their hearts were throbbing.

"Shit!"

A brown pack horse in the caravan used to pull a carriage was shot several arrows and fell to the ground with neighing.

The robbers who were yelling with ferocious faces and shouting at killing kept coming out in the bushes on both sides of the road. However, these guys who were pale and thin, malnourished, and often hungry were not only weak, but also attacked like the farmer who had just put down the wooden plow and chopped them up randomly.

"Um!"

A caravan guard next to a carriage raised his hand and blocked the axe from a dirty linen and felt hat with his shield, and then stabbed it into his chest with a sword.

Not far from him, Simon had just pulled a bleeding dagger from the abdomen of a skinny robber.

"These guys are just a group of farmers who have fallen into robbery!" Simon thought so.

Unlike the group of robbers who had been vicious in the village of Fold, Simon had previously wiped out the gang of robbers, not only were they dressed more shabby, but the weapons they held were also rags like dull wood-cutting axes and curved pitchforks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The caravan guard on the right wing of the convoy had just cut down a robber with a stubble face. Before he could turn around, he was hit hard by another bandit on his back, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Haha!"

Miller stepped forward and inserted his sword into the waist of the robber who had sneaked into the caravan's escort. The caravan guard who recovered from the robber's storm attack found that the robber's hand was just a big wooden stick.

"Huh!" The caravan guard who was attacked couldn't help but sweat.

"We can't beat them!" A young robber stopped behind the bushes. He had just witnessed his companions who rushed out first and were easily slaughtered by caravan guards, the noble lord and his private soldiers. His blue eyes, which were covered in eyes, were filled with fear, and he felt that his body was slapped uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid, Gejill and David are about to break through their wings..." There was a middle-aged robber next to the young robber with wrinkles on his face, and he seemed to have a close relationship with him. But immediately, the middle-aged robber, who was originally full of confidence, opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"What's going on?" The young robber noticed something was wrong with the middle-aged robber, and strangely followed his gaze and opened the bush in front of him and looked behind the convoy. Gejill, who was still alive just now, was lying on the ground unconsciously, and another fat bandit named David had his neck pierced by a spear. He was sitting on the ground, rolling his eyes and covering his throat, afraid that he would vent more and intake less.

"Let's run away while the chaos!" The middle-aged robber shook his head, looked around, and quietly retreated.

"What should I do if the Nightingale Jeffrey? We just ran away in a panic. He must settle the score with us afterwards!" The young robber looked at the little leader who was still fighting with the fat man and Pedi not far away, and looked back at the middle-aged robber with an anxious look on his face.

"That's for sure, but before that, he'd better care about his own life first." The middle-aged robber shrugged without caring.

Sure enough, before the experienced middle-aged robber could finish his words for more than ten seconds, the little leader was knocked away by the fat man's full force, and then he was slashed on his face by Pedi's sword, and his flesh and blood were flying everywhere, which was terrible.

"Let's go to Rory in Gavel Mountain. It is said that he is much more generous than our stingy boss." The young robber completely gave up and escaped into the deep forest in the thick fog with the middle-aged robbers.

There were many robbers with the same idea. After the death of the backbone Nightingale Geoffrey, they completely dispersed and fled.

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"Damn it, damn it, it actually let those arrow shooters who were as cunning as foxes slip away!" After dealing with the little leader, the fat man held his shield and rushed behind the bushes where the arrows were flying out, but it was obvious that he was empty--there was no more bird feather there.

"Don't be upset, at least we killed a big fish." Caravan guard Pedi breathed a breath of turbid air with relief and took the sword back into the sheath.

When Fatty and Pedi returned to the convoy again, the surviving guys and caravan guards were dragging the dead companions' bodies to the side of the road and putting them in a row. And the robbers who died in a row, the guys just took down their most valuable clothes and weapons and took them away, and then ignored them.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and the mud on the road was stained with dark red blood. The brains that fell on the ground, the broken limbs and the organs that fell out of the body formed a terrifying and weird picture.

"This group of damn bastards!" A guy with hair was covered in grief and angry face, and the guy who was already lying on the ground with a gray complexion pulled out the arrows, and with the help of another caravan guard, he moved the scattered corpses next to the row of corpses.

"Traitor Gejil," Aubrey, a businessman with a gray face, walked slowly to the big tree beside the road, staring at Gejil, who was tied tightly to a hairy beech and still had blood flowing on his head, "I really didn't expect it!"

"You should have thought of it long ago." Gabriel, who was holding his hands and leaning against the tree drinking, raised his eyes lazily and looked at the merchant Aubrey, then curled his lips and walked aside.

The businessman Aubrey ignored Gabriel's sarcasm. He trembled and gasped, pulled out an exquisite dagger from his waist, and walked forward under the horror of the traitor Gejill.

"Puff!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The most fierce scream in his life came from the Mao Beech on the roadside behind the caravan. Simon was startled, then turned his head in confusion and took a breath.

The cowardly businessman Aubrey can no longer be said to be a cowardly businessman - he just inserted the dagger into Gejill's chest, and then pulled it down hard to his stomach.

For a moment, the traitor Gejil's white intestines flowed all over the floor, and blood gushed out along his huge wound like he didn't have money.

"Let this bitch keep rotten by itself here, just as a gift to the crows and rats in this forest." The merchant Aubrey rubbed the dagger twice with a stern face on Gejill, who was already rolling his eyes and twitching, took it back to his waist, turned around and walked back to the convoy.

"Aubry." Miller, who had not witnessed such a cruel and bleak execution, swallowed and felt a little weak. He thought that Mr. Aubrey would break the legs of the caravans and throw them into the forest to feed the bears was just a joke, but obviously he would not think so anymore.

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The atmosphere of the caravan that was on the road again was more depressing than before the attack. Even the talkative young man Dyson seemed to be frightened, and walked his own way with his head down like a depressed mute.

Aubrey, a businessman who had just peeled off Gejill, was now tired and riding his somewhat lame travel horse with his eyes blank.

"Maybe he didn't expect him to do something like that just now." Perhaps Gabriel had seen a more bloody and cruel scene than this. At this time, he was enjoying the oncoming autumn wind as leisurely as usual, holding the reins in one hand and holding the wine pot in the other.

Indeed, on the surface, the caravans and guards were just hired with the merchant Aubrey, but in fact, they were not as good as friends or close partners along the way from the distant Lubeck. After the war, Aubrey saw so many familiar faces becoming gray and cold in front of him. In a moment of rage, he did anything that was particularly extreme.

This sudden attack caused merchant Aubrey to lose two caravan guards, four guys and a pack horse. Fatty, Miller and Gabriel benefited from their superb combat skills and excellent equipment, but only suffered a little injury.

Although the merchant Aubrey was extremely sad about the trophy, he knew that the danger was saved thanks to the protection of Simon and others, so he insisted that Simon take away most of the trophy.

However, the so-called spoils are just a pile of clothes that emitted the smell of sweat and urine feces, covered with blood, and a pile of ragged weapons. The only valuable thing is a few cracked leather helmets and a few leather armors that are already scarred and covered with scars.

To be honest, if Simon had just taken over the village of Fold to form a militia, Simon might have accepted these trophys without hesitation. But after the war with the Vikings, the mail leather armor piled up in Simon's arsenal was enough to make each soldier equipped with one piece of extra.

This made Simon look down on these leather armor and helmets that were too ragged to be more ragged.

So Simon discussed with the merchant Aubrey and asked him to give himself silver coins of value with the spoils that he would like to distribute to him, and all the armor that was urgently needed for the merchant Aubrey and belonged to Aubrey.
Chapter completed!