Arrows were still flying toward the attacked convoy, and the shivering men hiding behind the carriages heard the crisp sound of arrows being inserted into the wooden carriages, and their hearts were beating accordingly.
"Hiss!"
A brown packhorse used to pull carriages in the caravan was shot with several arrows and fell to the ground neighing.
From the trees on both sides of the road, robbers with ferocious faces and shouts of death kept popping out. However, these guys, who were sallow, skinny, malnourished, and often hungry, were not only weak and weak, but their attacks were as bad as those of farmers who had just put down their wooden plows. Chopping indiscriminately.
"Well!"
A caravan guard beside the carriage raised his hand and used his shield to block the ax thrown by a robber wearing dirty linen clothes and a patched felt hat, and then stabbed him in the chest with a sword.
Not far away from him, Simon had just pulled out a bloody dagger from the abdomen of a skinny robber.
"These guys are just a group of farmers who fell into trouble!" Simon thought.
Different from the group of robbers that Simon had wiped out in Verde Village before, which had been committing crimes for a long time, this group of robbers not only wore shabbier clothes, but also held weapons such as blunt wood-cutting axes and curved grass blades. A junky thing like a fork.
"Ahhhhh!"
The caravan guard on the right side of the convoy had just chopped down a stubble-faced robber. Before he could turn around, another gangster hit him hard on the back several times, causing him to almost stumble and fall to the ground.
"Haha!"
Miller stepped forward and inserted his sword into the waist of the robber who attacked the caravan guard. At this moment, the caravan guard who had only recovered from the robber's violent attack discovered that the robber had What I got was just a big-headed stick.
"Huh!" The caravan guard who was attacked couldn't help but sweat.
"We can't beat them!" A young robber behind the bushes stopped. He had just witnessed with his own eyes that the companions who rushed out first were slaughtered like chickens by the caravan guards, the noble lord and his private soldiers. He slaughtered as easily as a duck, his blue eyes filled with eye mucus at the corners were full of fear, and he felt like his body was swinging uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid, Gergil and David are about to break through their rear wing..." Next to the young robber was a middle-aged robber with wrinkles on his face, who seemed to have a close relationship with him. But immediately, the originally confident middle-aged robber 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. He followed his gaze strangely and opened the bushes in front of him to look at the back of the convoy. He saw that Gejir, who was still alive and kicking just now, was unconscious. He was lying on the ground, and another fat gangster named David had his neck pierced by a spear. He was sitting on the ground rolling his eyes and covering his throat, fearing that he was getting too much air out and not enough in.
"Let's take advantage of the chaos and escape!" The middle-aged robber shook his head, looked around, and quietly backed away.
"What about Jeffrey Nightingale? We just escaped in such a mess, and he will definitely settle the score with us afterwards!" The young robber looked at the little leader who was still fighting Fatty and Pedi not far away, with an anxious look on his face. He turned back to look at the middle-aged robber.
"That's for sure, but before that, he should care about his own life first." The middle-aged robber shrugged nonchalantly.
Sure enough, before the experienced middle-aged robber could finish his words for more than ten seconds, the little leader was knocked out of his hand by the fat man's full blow, and then was slashed in the face by Peidi's sword. , blood and flesh were flying everywhere, it was too horrible to look at.
"Let's go to Luo Li on Gallows Hill. It is said that he is much more generous than our stingy boss." The young robber gave up completely and escaped into the deep forest in the thick fog with the middle-aged robber.
There were quite a few robbers who had the same idea. After the death of the backbone, Nightingale Jeffrey, they completely broke up and fled.
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"Damn, damn, you actually let those cunning arrow shooters like foxes slip away!" After finishing off the little boss, the fat man held up his shield and rushed into the bush where arrows were flying out one after another. behind, but apparently he missed it - there wasn't even a bird feather there now.
"Don't be depressed, at least we killed a big fish." Peidi, the caravan guard, exhaled with relief and put his sword back into its sheath.
When Fatty and Pedi returned to the convoy, the surviving guys and caravan guards were dragging the bodies of their dead companions to the roadside and arranging them in a row. As for the robbers who fell to the ground in a confused state, the guys just stripped off their most valuable clothes and weapons and took them away, then ignored them.
The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, the mud on the road was soaked in dark red blood, and the brains scattered on the ground, severed limbs and organs spilled outside the body together formed a terrifying and strange picture.
"These damn bastards!" A man with disheveled hair was hit by two arrows with a sad and angry face. At this time, the man who was lying on the ground motionless with gray skin pulled out the arrow and then escorted another caravan. With the help of others, he moved the dissipated corpses to the side of the row of corpses.
"Traitor Gejir," the livid-faced businessman Aubrey walked slowly to the big tree beside the road and stared at Gejir who was tightly tied to a hairy beech and had blood dripping from his head. Jill, "I really didn't expect that!"
"You should have thought of it a long time ago." Gabriel, who was leaning against the tree with his hands folded and drinking wine, lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the businessman Aubrey, then curled his lips and walked aside.
The businessman Aubrey ignored Gabriel's cynicism. Trembling and panting, he pulled out a fine dagger from his waist and stepped forward under the horrified gaze of the traitor Gergil.
"Pfft!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
The most ferocious scream Simon had ever heard in his life came from the hairy beech tree on the roadside behind the caravan. Simon was startled, then turned his head in confusion, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
That cowardly businessman Aubrey can no longer be called a cowardly businessman - he just inserted the dagger into Gergil's chest, and then slashed it down to his stomach.
For a moment, the traitor Gejir's gray intestines flowed all over the floor, and blood spurted out along his huge wound as if it was free.
"Let this son of a bitch rot here on his own. Consider it a gift to the crows and rats in this forest." Businessman Aubrey said with a straight face as he put the dagger on Gergil, who was rolling his eyes and twitching. After wiping it twice, he retracted his waist, turned around and walked back to the convoy.
"Cruel Aubrey." Miller, who had never witnessed such a brutal disembowelment execution, swallowed and felt his body weaken. He thought it was just a joke that the caravan guys said that Mr. Aubrey would break people's legs and throw them into the forest to feed the bears, but obviously he no longer thinks that way.
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The atmosphere of the caravan on the road again was even more depressing and heavy than before the attack. Even the talkative young man Dyson seemed to be frightened. He walked with his head down like a depressed mute without saying a word. road.
And the businessman Aubrey, who had just disemboweled Gergil with his own hands, was riding his lame traveling horse with a tired face and dull eyes.
"Maybe he didn't even think that he would do such a thing just now." Maybe Gabriel had seen more bloody and cruel scenes than this. At this time, he was enjoying the autumn wind blowing in front of him with a leisurely expression as usual, Holding the reins in one hand and the flagon in the other.
Indeed, on the surface, it seemed that the caravan guys and guards only had an employment relationship with the merchant Aubrey, but in fact, they were more like friends and close partners all the way from distant Lübeck. And after the war, Aubrey saw so many familiar faces turn gray and cold in front of him. It was not unexpected that he would do something extremely extreme in a moment of rage.
This sudden attack caused the merchant Aubrey to lose two caravan guards, four men, and a pack horse. Fatty, Miller and Gabriel benefited from their superb combat skills and well-equipped equipment, and only suffered minor injuries.
As for the trophies, although the businessman Aubrey was extremely sad, he knew that the danger was saved thanks to the protection of Simon and others, so he insisted that Simon take most of the trophies.
But the so-called trophies were nothing more than a pile of blood-stained clothes and a pile of tattered weapons that smelled of sweat, urine and feces. The only valuable ones were a few cracked studded leather helmets. and several leather armors that were already covered in scars and battle scars.
To be honest, if it had been the time when Simon had just taken over Verde Village to form the militia, Simon might have accepted these trophies without hesitation. But after the battle with the Vikings, Simon's armory of mail and leather armor was enough for each soldier to equip one with extra.
This made Simon look down on these leather helmets that were already in tatters.
So Simon discussed with the merchant Aubrey and asked him to give him silver coins of the same value as the trophies to be divided among himself, and all the armor that was now urgently needed for the merchant Aubrey's people would belong to Aubrey.
So, Simon patted the more full money bag around his waist, and the surviving caravan guys put on themselves the damaged armor that Aubrey temporarily lent them.
