"Good Samaritans, please help me!" The bearded farmer in the middle of the road, wearing a simple linen coat and a patched hood, covered his knees with his muddy hands. There were apples scattered everywhere on the dirt floor next to it.
"Fat man, you and the two caravan guards go up and see what's going on. Remember, be smart. Others, be on guard around you!" Simon squinted his eyes and looked at the helpless farmer in the middle of the road. Now from any point of view, this looks like a very ordinary accident.
"Oh, dear God, for the sake of being a Christian, please help him. I understand the despair and helplessness a person feels when he is injured in an inaccessible wilderness!" The kind-hearted caravan man Gezier frowned. Head, seemed a little dissatisfied with Simon's "excessive" reaction and caution.
Simon didn't pay attention to the busy discussions among the guys in the caravan behind him, but stared intently at the farmer who was still wailing and the caravan guard who brought Pedi and another one who slept in horse manure last night. The fat man stepped forward.
"What's wrong with you?" The three fat men came to a stop not far from the farmer who was covering his leg. At this time, the fat man was able to take a closer look at the injured farmer.
This farmer looks very honest. At first glance, he looks like the kind of coward who doesn't dare to fight back no matter how much he is bullied. His hands were covered with calluses, and he looked like a man who worked in the fields every day. His twisted expression and the large beads of sweat on his forehead seemed to tell everyone that he was enduring great pain.
"Sir, sir, my master's butler asked me to transport a cart of apples from the village of Hosten not far away to the brewery in the town of Katzenernbogen in Frankfurt County, but something happened halfway. I fell off the car and broke my leg. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I couldn't stand up, and my carriage had gone somewhere." The bearded farmer had a grimace on his face, and he was so anxious. The look of annoyance was enough to make even the most ruthless executioner sigh for him.
The three fat men noticed that there were indeed two deep ruts on the muddy road that extended to the visible end of the road in the distance. There were some apples scattered around the farmer and on the road not far away. .
"this……"
For a time, even Peidi, who had been traveling around with the caravan for a long time and had extensive experience, was in trouble.
"Sir, if my master finds out that I not only lost a cart of apples, but also his horse and wooden cart, I swear he will definitely hang me! Please, take me with you soon. Let’s go, there is no room for me in this place!” The bearded farmer choked up as he spoke, and tears flowed down mixed with the mud on his face.
"It seems this is just an ordinary accident. Call Mr. Aubrey and Lord Simon over quickly." The caravan guard, who was smelly and had horse manure on his back, completely relaxed his vigilance and even said a little impatiently. Urging the fat man who was still thinking about something.
"Okay, there should be no problem." Finally, the fat man spoke. The smelly caravan guard immediately turned around and shouted loudly to the caravan and Simon and others who were still watching warily behind, indicating that everything was normal.
"It seems nothing is wrong. Let's go over there." Simon's frown eased slightly and he said to Aubrey, the timid businessman riding a packhorse next to him.
"Tch, I didn't expect that this young Lord Simon is also a timid and indecisive nobleman." The caravan man with a ponytail and mustache threw the rusty sickle back into the debris pile of the carriage. He whispered to Gejir next to him, "He is really not as afraid of the dead Feo as the good-for-nothing lord in my hometown."
"That's right, that's right, you are really timid." The caravan man Gezier said perfunctorily, with a sly chuckle inadvertently flashing across his lips.
The caravan guys will always encounter all kinds of things when they travel north and south. It may be a tree trunk standing in the middle of the road, it may be an old boxcar abandoned on the roadside, or there may even be several abandoned vehicles. A putrid, stripped corpse.
Every time, everyone is prepared and passes carefully, but most of the time everything goes smoothly. Therefore, when encountering such an unexpected scene with abundant human and material evidence, the caravan guys who judged based on past experience would feel ridiculous and dissatisfied with Simon's caution. They had never seen a forest bandit who couldn't even fill his own stomach would use so many fresh apples to carefully arrange an accident.
"Everyone, stay vigilant, don't take it lightly!" Simon couldn't help but said loudly when he saw Miller, Gabriel and the caravan guards in the team lowering their shields. Simon even saw a guard at the rear of the caravan with a relaxed face. He put his bumpy and scratched shield back on his back in a familiar manner, unscrewed the wine bottle and continued to drink wine.
"Hey, man, try to see if you can stand up." The caravan guard covered in horse manure also put the wooden shield in his hand behind his back, put the dagger back into the scabbard on his waist, and stepped on the sticky Mud Mud walked up to the farmer and leaned down to lift him up.
"Pfft!"
What the caravan guard who was covered in horse manure didn't expect was that the farmer who had been covering his legs and wailing just now had a small dagger in his hand, and now the dagger had been inserted into his neck.
"Woo!" The poor caravan guard's neck instantly spurted blood, and he knelt on the ground. Before he completely lost consciousness, he looked at the man with a sinister smile "repaying kindness with revenge" with eyes full of confusion and resentment. bearded farmer.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Before anyone could react, arrows roared toward the advancing caravan from the woods on both sides of the road ahead with a sound of piercing the air.
"Enemy attack!" Simon shouted, subconsciously raising the shield in his hand. Almost at the same time, a white feather arrow was inserted into the kite-shaped shield of Simon's cavalry.
"Be careful, be careful!" The caravan guys quickly looked for cover. Fortunately, there were not many archers on the other side, and the white fog now making it difficult for the attackers hiding behind the trees to aim.
"Ah!" The caravan guard who had put his shield behind his back at the rear of the caravan was hit by an arrow in the chest. Before he had time to rejoice that the fatal arrow did not penetrate his mail armor, a blow hit the back of his head. But he was hit hard.
Sure enough, the suspicious caravan man Gezier was holding a short ax in his hand, which was stained with the blood of the caravan guard who was talking to him not long ago. Immediately afterwards, Gezier licked the blood that splashed next to his lips and swung the ax at another caravan man who stood there with his eyes wide open and filled with fear.
"Kill these bastards!" There was a rough roar in the grass and woods on the roadside, and the sound of dead branches and leaves getting closer and closer, being broken and crushed, as if a deadly war hammer was beating the guys. An anxious and fearful heart.
"Oh, my God!" The farmer who had pretended to have a broken leg before wanted to escape into the bushes on the roadside after killing the smelly caravan guards, but a sharp throwing ax was deeply embedded in his arm. His back made him realize what it felt like to truly be unable to stand up.
"Wow!!"
After Pedi, the caravan guard, hit the farmer who pretended to have a broken leg, he heard movement in the grass beside him, and it was getting closer and closer. Without thinking much, he took another throwing ax from his waist and threw it fiercely into the grass, followed by a painful scream.
The fat man next to Pedi had already fought a few moves with a gangster who looked like he had two knives.
The gangster wore a helmet of studded scale leather, tattered woolen robes, and a bloodstained leather vest. Different from other gangsters who were sallow and skinny, even though he was wearing a loose woolen robe, the fat man could clearly see the obvious muscle outlines under his outer clothes. It seemed that he was usually very good, and he should be one of the gangsters. Little boss.
"We must deal with him as soon as possible, and then kill those damn arrow shooters behind!" Peidi said to the fat man.
"Okay, let's go together." The fat man couldn't help but said hastily when he saw that the archers hidden in the trees shot two more caravan guys, and even almost hit Simon.
"Despicable foreigners," the gang leader, who seemed a little panicked when faced with the siege of the two men, cursed angrily, and then shouted at the top of his voice, "John, Johnson, where are you two idiots! ?do you died!?"
"hold onto!"
On the other side, Simon, Miller, Gabriel and the other two surviving caravan guards were struggling to resist the attack of the bandits. Some brave caravan guys also picked up weapons and slashed at the hateful-looking highway robbers.
"You damn traitor Gergill, I warned Mr. Aubrey not to hire a thieves like you when we were in Cologne. It seems that my guess is correct. You are one of these damn robbers. "The caravan man with a ponytail and a mustache saw that Gezier had killed his friend from the same village. He was trembling with anger. He picked up the sickle directly from the carriage, pointed at Gezier's nose and cursed through gritted teeth, "I swear. , I will definitely prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow!"
Gergil was obviously not an ordinary person. He easily dodged the ponytailed mustache guy's full force attack without any clues, and hit him in the stomach with an axe.
The man with the ponytail and mustache dropped the sickle in his hand because of the great pain, and then he fell to his knees with his hands on his stomach. Immediately afterwards, he felt a strong wind blowing against his ears, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
"It's a joke. You want me to not be able to see the sun tomorrow. I think you, a weak guy, can't even see the dusk today." Gezier sneered, squatting down and wiping the body of the man with the mustache that had his head exploded. The hatchet, stained with brains, immediately stood up.
"Well done, Gejir, the boss will definitely reward you handsomely after you finish this job." A gangster with thick eyebrows and a fat face emerged from the trees beside the road behind the caravan. He saw The three corpses at Gegil's feet next to the carriage at the rear of the caravan were a little surprised. Then they walked forward with a giggling smile. They seemed to be very familiar with Gegil. They patted their shoulders and walked together not far away with a blunt instrument. Ax and Rusty Dagger trembled as they looked at their surviving caravan mates.
