By the time Regis's angry outburst ended and he entered the dormant period, three bugbear warriors had been chopped to the ground and lost their lives. Two more warriors had certain parts cut off, and they were holding their wounds. Howling loudly, he temporarily lost his fighting ability.
Naturally, there were also injuries on the human side. The seven warriors who were charging forward were more or less injured, and two of them were seriously injured. At this time, they were holding on to their bodies and fighting hard under the cover of their companions, but half of their bodies were injured. Needless to say, they were soaked in blood. If the bleeding could not be stopped in time, I would probably die from excessive bleeding.
Especially in the direction of the human caravan, nearly ten goblin warriors had already touched the front of the first carriage and were entangled with the four remaining mercenaries and the caravan guys. Although there were no casualties yet, the somewhat experienced Xiong The goblins had already smashed one of the wheels of the first carriage, but they lost the ability to move in a short time.
"withdraw!!"
Without the blessing of anger, Regis's combat effectiveness was almost the same as that of Allen. Even if it was a pure comparison of strength, it would be slightly inferior. Seeing that the caravan behind him began to become chaotic, and his companions around him could not hold on for long, Regis made an immediate decision. The order to retreat was given.
Allen actually wanted to catch up and entangle Regis, but the bugbears around him were not strong enough. After losing five bugbears, these guys who had never had the concept of a fight to the death had already started fighting in their hearts. They retreated, but at least they still had the upper hand and did not collapse. But if they want to follow him into battle again, I'm afraid it won't be possible in a short time.
The ten slippery bugbears who rushed to the front line finally ran back in dejection and joined Allen and the others. In the end, they fell into a strange stalemate. One side had low morale and the bugbear warriors were against each other. It seemed that there was insufficient motivation to attack again, and one side had no intention of counterattack in order to maintain its combat effectiveness.
"Brother Bugbear leader across the way, why don't we just stop fighting? The food on this carriage will be left as compensation for you."
Supervisor Feili secretly hated the mercenaries of the Eagle Mercenary Group for their incompetence, but at this time he could only take the initiative to stand up, hide behind a shield warrior, and shout cheerfully to the bugbears a few meters away, as if The battle before did not exist.
"..."
Allen stared at the carriage whose wheels were damaged by bugbears, and then looked at the five corpses lying on the ground, as well as the frustrated and depressed tribesmen. He quickly pondered in his mind, and he quickly got the answer.
"Okay, but you have to stay away from that carriage. Hey, stop pulling that carriage secretly, that carriage now belongs to the powerful Green Field Tribe!!"
After reaching an agreement, follow-up actions were quickly taken. The human caravan reorganized the fleet and slowly evacuated while watching the bugbear team, heading towards the northern sky; while the bugbears quietly waited until the other party was far away. After staying at a safe distance, everyone rushed onto the carriage that lost its owner with their eyes open, tearing open the pockets on the carriage and rummaging for edible food.
"You dog-headed bastards, I haven't seen you so active in a war! Get out of here and stay the hell away from the carriage. If anyone dares to steal something from the carriage, I won't rip off his head and play it with a ball!!"
Faced with the chaotic scene, Allen didn't have the patience to persuade these guys who lost their minds after picking up food. He rushed onto the carriage with stones and kicked and beat the bugbears who surrounded the carriage away. Come. In this short period of time, a whole bag of nearly 50 pounds of dry biscuits was given to these guys, which could have been the tribe's day's ration.
"Whoever dares to touch anything on the carriage again, I will kill him!!"
Allen was furious. Looking at the wasted food and the guys with bulging teeth and secretly hiding some food in their hands and arms, he was filled with anger and had nowhere to release it.
Especially when he thought about the nine carriages that they had given up like this, and whether he would have a chance to encounter such a well-stocked but weak caravan again in the future, Allen's heart ached. Originally it should have belonged to him and Allen alone! ! !
"Pack it up, Shitou, take a few people and drag the carriage back to the village. Remember to keep an eye on the things on the carriage."
"Okay, hehe!"
Shitou looked at the truck full of goods and was smiling stupidly. He stuffed his mouth with dry biscuits snatched from other tribesmen and nodded in agreement.
The horse that originally dragged the carriage had already been moved away by the human caravan when it evacuated, and there were also some very valuable goods on the carriage. In fact, in the end, what was left for Allen and the others was only less than 2,000 pounds. of various foods, as well as hundreds of pounds of various spices and coarse salt.
Although these goods are valuable to human caravans, they are not as valuable as the goods carried on their other carriages. Therefore, although it is a pity to abandon them, Director Philip can still accept it.
For the natives in the Mansha Wilderness, there is nothing more valuable than these goods. With these foods and coarse salt, the entire tribe does not have to worry about starvation for at least 2 months. At this time, a bunch of bugbears The previous decadence was gone, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces.
Affected by the mood of the tribesmen, Allen, who was still somewhat dissatisfied in his heart, quickly threw away his previous disappointment. At this time, he had already begun to figure out in his mind how to distribute the spoils next to maximize his own interests. .
When a group of tribesmen dragged and pulled the entire carriage back to the entrance of the tribal village, the entire tribe fell into cheers. Women, children, old and young who had been suffering from hunger in the past came out of their simple and dirty caves and grass huts. After crawling out, another chaos spread in the village. It was not until Allen and his men drove away the tribesmen with sticks and transported all the food to their caves for storage that everyone stopped.
"Let's have a good meal tonight, and we'll have enough food!!!"
Looting two thousand pounds of food at one time was a big gain for the Green Field Tribe who was used to living a hard life. In Allen's 18-year memory, the Green Field Tribe had never made such a huge profit. The last time eight hundred pounds of food was plundered was seven years ago. Therefore, seeing the eager eyes of his tribe at this time, Allen also made a rare and generous decision to have a big meal.
But Alan never expected that his words would end up costing nearly two hundred pounds of flour for dinner that afternoon. However, Alan, who finally learned the news, was immediately heartbroken.
