Mercenaries and Adventurers

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

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

As soon as he got closer, the blade of a long sword stretched out from the shadow of the tree trunk beside him, and pressed coldly against his neck.

The bandit swallowed a gulp of saliva and carefully used his fingers to slowly push the metal sword blade away from his neck: "You can tell it's me just by the sound of footsteps. It's boring to make such a joke."

A low and evil laugh sounded from the shadows, and a hand stretched out and pushed his back: "The boss is impatient, why are you so slow?"

"Bah, those ￥%￥ people are not very capable and have a lot of airs. Especially the King of White Walls, bah, the King of Shit Walls! He even asked me to kneel down for him! I really think he is Is he a noble? Even if he is a noble, I am not a peasant who can accept the rule of a noble."

The bandit wearing a colorful animal skin had a look of disgust on his face. His senses for the so-called King of White Walls were even higher than those of the other two rude bandit leaders.

Because that person's behavior reminded him of what happened when he was young.

Back then, it was because his family was bullied and framed by the thugs under the aristocratic master that he killed someone and then ran away and became a bandit.

He could accept being spit on, but he couldn't accept being a robber and acting like a noble.

Cursing, the bandit hunched over and trotted to the place where he started.

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

"It's like a group of grazers looking for food during the dry season, and we're 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 was it? What did they say?"

The bandit wearing a colorful animal skin crouched in the shadow of the tree trunk and said in a mocking tone: "The fat man can't wait until midnight. He will attack as soon as it gets dark, and it seems that he plans to leave here after this is done. This point , I heard what his men said.”

"Hmph, as expected, continue."

"That guy from the Wild Snake doesn't care. He can attack at any time. If the fat man takes action, he will follow. But he said that this time he will not divide the interests according to the previous rules, and whoever takes it will get it. As for his plan, he It was clearly stated that we would take people away after finishing this job. But we didn’t say when we would leave or where we would go.”

"This cartilage snake with no idea. Where's the King of White Walls?"

"The King of Shit Wall is still pretending like that. He didn't say whether he would follow your plan or follow the other two families. He also has no objection to the distribution of the harvest from this job, but he doesn't seem to be planning to leave here in the future. He asked We simply left, saying that the dry creek couldn’t support so many fish.”

The bandit leader nodded: "His old tricks. Okay, I understand everything. Hum, if you want to take action first, you think too highly of yourself and underestimate your opponents. They are a bunch of idiots. They also want to leave here and develop outside, brothers. Do you think those two families have too beautiful ideas?"

A low roar of laughter came from behind the dark tree trunks around.

"Let's all whistle together to send a signal to those idiots in the south. Don't we want to attack first? Let them fight until they are done. Just so that we can take a bite out of the other two families before we leave."

The middle-aged bandit leader excitedly licked his tongue around his mouth, and then took the lead and whistled first.

call out------

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

Xiu Xiu Xi————————

The loud whistle disturbed the quiet and dark woods, frightening the nocturnal birds into flapping their wings and flying into the air. The insects were silent, and the roars of predatory beasts echoed from the thick branches not far away.

Ouch, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit.

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In the woods across the creek to the south of the clearing, the fat bandit leader was leading his men to rush out of the woods. When he heard loud whistles coming from the woods past the clearing to the north, his face changed, and then he turned red with anger: "￥%￥%, those guys who were planning to wait until midnight before taking action, turned out to be just talking. Brothers, come on! They are all refugees from farming. Whoever catches someone will be dealt with by him. !kill----"

He roared, pulled out the spear handed over 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 roars of a group of people shook the green leaves in the forest. The squirrels shrank into the tree holes in fear, the hares fled back to the burrows, and the venomous snakes that were moving to catch prey also froze in the branches, motionless. Trying to look like a brown tree branch.

Just as Fatty's men roared and rushed out of the woods, they heard loud whistles coming from the north. The group of bandits ambushing just south of the clearing also stood up from the bushes and flowers with strange screams. One of them drew his sword and dagger, took three steps at a time, rushed straight across the creek that could only cover his legs, and rushed towards the group of hundreds of refugees.

They knew very well that even though there were hundreds of refugees, dozens of times more than their group of bandits, in a real fight, there would be those with weapons and those without weapons, those with murderous intentions and those without murderous intentions, organized and unorganized. They knew all too well the differences between screaming and panicking.

This group of bandits are also dressed in a variety of ways. Some of them have scary patterns on their faces, and their bare arms have patterns of beasts and monsters tattooed with hollow snake teeth. Not to mention that they suddenly jump out when it is dark, they just look like this during the day. , can scare some timid farmers so much that they dare not speak.

The King of White Walls was sitting there. After hearing the loud whistle coming from the north side of the clearing, he waved his hand and sent out one of his several teams of elite bandits.

His team looks like bandits and does what bandits do, but in fact they are trained according to the model of training soldiers.

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

Because unlike other bandits who were entrenched on both sides of the trade routes in the gaps in the mountains, he had his own special village and territory in the mountains on the south side. He went out to attack merchants traveling in and out, not only to train the soldiers he had trained since childhood, but also to Young women were captured and bred for the men and soldiers in the village.

When he first established a village in the mountains, the village was filled with people who were willing to evacuate with his ancestors. Later, it gradually became dominated by captured people.

After hearing this order, a captain standing behind him took out a wooden whistle from his neck and blew the whistle rhythmically that was recognized by the team members. Then the whole team checked the weapons and equipment, and then when passing by the King of White Walls , shouting words such as "loyalty", and trotted neatly out of the woods.

The three bands of bandits attacked at the same time, all heading toward the south side of the clearing where Kiel and the others were.

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"What's the noise?"

"Where's the whistling?"

"North! It's the whistle coming from the woods to the north!"

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

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

"kill!"

"If you resist, you will be killed!"

"Come on!"

The continuous roars even overwhelmed the refugees' suspicious comments. Several refugee gangs in the southernmost gangs were the first to see the sight of reflective metal weapons in the dark, and then they screamed at the top of their lungs: "Attack! There is an attack!"

"There's an attack! They're bandits! Lots of them!"

"Go back! Go back!"

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

"￥%% knight! I￥%￥, you framed us!"

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

After all, when the fire is lit, people warming up around it have to keep some distance apart. 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 shrubs and flowers on the south side of the clearing had quickly rushed up the slope beside the stream and killed them.

"Fight them! Kill and retreat at the same time!"

The leader of a gang of refugees shouted like this, holding a short knife, waving it, and led others to block the fire.

"You all get out of the way, you bunch of scum, get out of the way for me, I will kill anyone who blocks the way!"

Of course, there is also the leader of a gang of refugees who points his sword at his own people. Anyone who dares to stop him and his men from escaping north will have his arm stabbed.

"What the hell! What the hell!"

Others were frightened by the image of bandits rushing up. Their faces were smeared with colorful and weird makeup, and their arms were full of enemies with strange beasts and monsters. In addition, there were bone sticks hanging on their bodies, whether beasts or humans. The skulls, entwined with long slippery snakes, frightened many people to the point of losing their feet. Either they knelt down and surrendered as required by these half-human, half-monster bandits, or they fell to the ground with their crotches wet and the metal in their hands The film doesn't hold up at all.

However, there are still people who resist bravely.

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

A gang leader roared, knowing that the dagger in his hand was no match for the bandits, so he roared and grabbed a very hot stone that was heated by the flames. When the heat burned the skin of his palm and opened it, he directly He smashed the hot stone on the head of the strange-looking bandit who came to kill him.

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

But the bandit misjudged the weight of the stone and the speed at which it was coming. If he had gone to school and learned mathematics from a magician or scholar, it would have been impossible for him to try to resist it with a machete.

boom!

The hot stone directly bent the shape of the machete. The bent machete came out of the hand, and then the stone hit the bandit in the face without slowing down.

The face was sunken in, and even the size of the sunken hole was just enough for the hot stone to be firmly stuck on the robber's head.

The robber fell over backwards, tripping the other two robbers behind him, and then fell down the slope next to the creek in a hurry.

The hot stone burned the sunken face of the unlucky bandit, and the vitreous fluid in his eyes flowed out of the flattened eye sockets, making a sizzling sound and drying up due to the heat.

The front part of the bandit's dyed hair also curled up in the high temperature, emitting an unpleasant stench.

Human life is really tenacious. The whole face was dented by the stone. The bandit was not dead yet, but his hands and feet were still twitching randomly. Until he slid diagonally into the shallow creek that was calf deep, and by chance, his upper body was soaked in the spring creek.

The stone was cooled by the cold stream water, but the unlucky bandit drowned in this stream that even a baby could not drown.

It's like a joke made by Lady Luck.

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Kiir was speaking next to Padre Batal when the whistle sounded.

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

Kiel patted the priest's shoulder hard, so hard that he even activated the protective magic on the priest's shoulder.

"I'll leave this to you. Try to fight with others. Don't be alone. Stay alive."

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

But the result was that he suffered for many days afterwards.

At that time, he thought about how good he would be if he was fighting. No need to 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 extremely similar.

He touched his lips with a trembling hand, and used all his courage to shout to Kiel who pushed away the panicked crowd: "May the God of Agriculture bless you, brave warrior!!!!"

The young priest then raised his amber metal long staff and the other hand holding the protective sculpture, and shouted crazily to the real and false Saturn believers around him: "Fight! Brave farmers! Fight! Fight with everything you have." ! There is no retreat! With stones! With teeth! With burning firewood! Fight with everything we have! Faunus above!"

"And we are being scrutinized by the god! He is watching us! Let us fight bravely! Those who eat the food given by the god will be accepted after death and enter the kingdom of god!"

The believers who were panicking just now were suddenly attracted by the priest's shouting. They tried hard to hear every word the priest said amidst the panic and shouting.

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

There is also: "Those who eat the food given by God will be welcomed into the kingdom of God after death."

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

I was born to work hard just to be able to enter the kingdom of God of Agriculture after death. There are endless fertile fields there, and there is no need to work. You only need to scatter seeds, and you can grow and harvest in one day.

Fruit trees are scattered all over the Kingdom of God, and all kinds of fruits that have never been seen, heard or heard of from all over the world can be enjoyed by those who enter the Kingdom of God.

Every day that passes, countless livestock fall from the sky to be slaughtered for meat. Countless poultry can be driven out by pushing aside the weeds and flowers beside the road, and there are countless eggs in the grass.

The gentle and leisurely believers will also use the endless grain and fruits to make wine, so that every soul who enters the Kingdom of God will be drunk a little every day and a big drunk every three days.

That is the kingdom of God for laborers, which was not accessible 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!"

The excitement quickly turned into fanaticism. Priest Batal waved his hand, and the light of the amber metal staff shone, pointing to the chaotic fighting place in the south: "The brave ones support with boulders! Fight them off! The despicable bandits do not work, they are the most dangerous." Dirty people! Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people crowded around and pushed aside the other panicked young refugees, and hurried over holding several fist-sized stones.

Priest Batal did not go along with him. He still remembered what Kiel told him that there was a team of bandits in the woods on the north side of the clearing, especially since the other party was the first to blow the whistle of the attack.

Have to guard against it.

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

The priest didn't say what he was doing. The young refugees around him were like a flock of sheep led by the leader. As soon as the priest called out, they all followed him. It seemed that more than 300 people started to move with him.

Priest Batal and his men arrived at Kiel's carriage within a few steps.

A small group of young refugees had gathered around the carriage carrying wooden sticks, forming a stronghold that looked capable of fighting.

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

The priest waved his hand and said to the young refugees around him: "Find a way to move the fire to the front as a wall of fire to block the attack!"

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

Dozens and hundreds of scattered firewood were thrown to the north of the clearing near the trade road.

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

Naturally, the figures of some bandits who were originally hiding in the bushes on the north side of the trade road were also revealed.

After being discovered, the bandits stopped hiding and stood up with evil smiles. They were holding various weapons and each one looked very strong.

Especially these guys, whose eyes reflected the light of burning firewood, made the refugees look at them more like beasts and monsters that had transformed into human form in the mountains and forests than people.

That's how a predator looks at a herbivore.

It was a gaze that wanted to eat them alive.

A look that only an extremely cruel person can give.

The middle-aged bandit leader pushed away the men in front of him, opened his mouth and clicked his upper and lower teeth loudly.

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

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

The brutal bandits shouted and rushed forward.