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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 273: Victory in the First Battle

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    The next day, they came to the road next to the Horse Forest very early.  The morning sun is warm and accompanied by cool breeze.  Thirty guards changed their costumes, some dressed as merchants, and some dressed as caravan guards. They led two carriages that seemed to be filled with goods and marched on the smooth paved road.  Bert sat on the horse and looked around warily.

    The two guards who played the role of "businessmen" were relatively fat and admittedly lazy. The other guards were well-trained and might have been spotted.  At this time, the "businessman" was sitting on the carriage, yawning lazily, as if he was still thinking about sleeping

    "The "goods" are gray wooden crates and many leather bags, which seem to contain a lot of wine and furs. These are all valuable things.  The robbers would probably be interested and take the goods back to enjoy.

    Jestang quietly used his mental power to explore the situation in the forest. One side of the road was a dense forest, while the other side was a hillside and a stream.  Although we still have to go some distance before the road turns into the jungle, we still have to be wary of early raids by bandits.

    With the help of Jessdown, they can safely deal with sudden attacks under any circumstances.

    Lear was whistling, wearing a coachman's hat, and waving his whip to drive the gray horse with many white spots on its body.  The melodious whistle is "Peter the Shepherd?"  People in Shular's world have never heard the tune of "Pan", but they also understand the joyful meaning contained in it.  The march became easy, and everyone was a little doubtful whether the robbers would show up.

    It¡¯s a good idea to disguise yourself as a caravan and lure the bandits out. It is said that due to the increase in the strength of the caravan¡¯s escort, the bandits in the Horse Forest have been unable to succeed for a long time.  They shouldn't miss such a good deal.

    The convoy gradually began to turn, and you could see that the paved road ahead turned to the right.  If they went straight ahead, the convoy would fall into a lake and they would have to turn into the woods.  And it was this fatal corner that ruined countless poor caravans and transportation teams.  The road looked smooth, but after a while.  It¡¯s like thousands of arrows shooting together

    Go around the lake.  to move on.  It would be safer to go around a big bend, but the speed would be too slow.  The bandits were very discerning and took a fancy to this place where the caravan must pass, so they set their base in this forest.

    "Something's wrong." Jessdown's voice was very low, but it could be heard by the entire "caravan".

    Leer stopped whistling and listened carefully to what Jestang said.  However, he soon realized it.  This might make the ambushing bandits suspicious, so he began to whistle a softer bird call.

    "Twenty-five bandits are ambushing beside the road. Their combat effectiveness is not very strong. Most of them are fur armor, iron rods, and daggers." Jestang closed his eyes and gently felt the mental power reported to him.  all information.  "There are twenty people on our right and five on our left. We should be able to block this wave of their attacks."

    Bert nodded: "It's best to find a location suitable for our defense."

    "What do you want to do?" Jess Dang asked. He took back his mental power, and everything that should be detected was already in place.

    Bert said nothing. When the team entered the forest for some distance, he jumped out of the carriage and said in a pretense of surprise: "Damn it. What's wrong with the wheels?" He leaned down.  Pretending to check the wheels, he blocked the robbers' sight with his broad back.

    And here.  It was still some distance away from the bandit's ambush site, and quite far from the forest.  The bandits had to move and attack from a dangerous distance, giving the guards plenty of time to organize a defence.

    Others quickly understood. They gathered around and made suggestions in a flurry. The performance was natural and lifelike.

    "I'm going to kill the guy responsible for oiling." A guard said angrily.

    "Hurry up! Bastards, if you don't make it to the location this afternoon, my goods will be finished!" The guards pretending to be businessmen yelled.

    "Okay, boss, but it's not our fault" Jessdown complained, "This damn road is uneven and difficult to walk on." He stepped on the stones under his feet sadly, like a road builder.  I owe him ten gold coins.

    "There are a lot of robbers nearby. We have to hurry up, otherwise this cart of ale and deerskin blankets will cost them money." Another guard put his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked around cautiously.

    It was only then that Leer realized that guards were indeed the most clever and cunning profession in the world.

    "A fight or not?" In the dense forest, a robber quietly patted the person in charge of this action plan.

    The burly man moved himself quietly, and the robber who slapped him quickly understood, made a gesture to the other robbers, and told the five robbers on the other side not to act rashly.  More than twenty robbers were in the crowdSneaking slowly like a poisonous snake, the caravan and the guards will not notice it.  As a high-risk profession, bandits take their own lives very seriously and have practiced various skills to perfection.

    The burly man leaned down, and the others followed suit.  The strong man wore iron armor and a horned helmet. He looked fierce and held two sharp steel axes in his hands.  He weighed it gently, thinking about the priceless gemstone ring he had snatched from a dead man, thinking about his days as a gangster who drank heavily to enjoy his revenge, and thought about his neighbor who committed adultery with his wife.

    He stared at the people in the caravan, overlapping their figures with the neighbor who had been stabbed twelve times by him.  After overlapping, his eyes slowly became crazy, like a deadly and dangerous beast that wanted to tear apart everything in sight.

    "Roar" the strong man jumped out of the jungle and rushed towards the guard closest to him, tearing the air and wind with his double axes.

    "Get ready!" Bert got on his horse, held the bloody giant sword, and rushed towards the robbers.

    The strong man's attack was very fierce, and the two weapons rotated like a big windmill.  This is a trick he is accustomed to using. Ordinary guards cannot withstand such a fierce attack. First, they will abandon their shields due to his huge strength, and then they will find several terrible jagged wounds on their chests.  He is quite confident in his terrifying attack power.

    The guards were well prepared. They pulled out the weapons hidden in their clothes, held the shields in their hands, and charged at the robbers in a dense formation.  The two guards worked together to help each other, using their shields to block the strong man's sharp axe, and knocking him down with their shields just like they would an ordinary villain.

    Lord Aydin will not let them die in vain, and the ones he sent are all experienced old guards.  These guards have experience in dealing with drunks, thieves, prisoners, and gangsters, and almost every one of them makes criminals fearful.  Whether they are facing home invasions, street fights, or climbing thefts, they can easily handle them and quickly arrest the criminals back to the small and dilapidated guard camp.

    In their minds, robbers are just slightly more dangerous criminals.

    Bert¡¯s bloody sword slashed left and right, killing two robbers.  And Jestang's fireball quickly burned a person to charcoal.  The morale of the robbers was extremely low. They were just a mob. Seeing this situation, they immediately fled in panic toward their lair.  The guards pursued them excitedly, using their experience in chasing fugitives in the city, running wildly in the dense forest and killing the robbers one by one.

    The one who escaped farthest was also stabbed through the back of the heart by Burt who was riding a horse.

    The strong man turned over and jumped up, but he didn't get up by himself.  Leer's vines wrapped around the strong man's ankles and quickly lifted him into the air.  He was hung upside down and the ax fell to the ground.  The crazy wolf-like look in his eyes gradually weakened, because he saw other bandits being chased around by the guards, and many of them were killed.  The five bandit reserves not far away were also stopped by two wolves and a giant bear. When they saw the strong man being restrained, they immediately turned and ran away.

    But the wolf didn't give them a chance, and pounced on them and bit out the throats of the robbers.

    There will be no foolish mercy or commutation of sentence. Every robber has blood on his hands and a human life on his hands.  Robbery, murder, arson do all kinds of evil, use illegal ways to satisfy their desires, and want to use their own power to defend the "fairness" in their imagination.

    "Kill me, you sanctimonious 'heroes'." Seeing the others disperse, the strong man roared.

    "We are not 'heroes', we are just pitiful people." Lear said loudly, "Tell us where your lair is and any conspicuous landmarks, and I will give you a happy hanging. If you refuse to obey, I will give you a death sentence."  You torture and torture.¡±

    "What are wheel torture and grinding?" Jessdown asked Bert in a low voice, "I've never heard of it."

    "Probably Lear made it up on the spot." Bert responded in a low voice, fearing that the strong robber might hear it.

    "I won't sayah!" As soon as the strong man finished speaking, the vines quickly shrank to the ground, and he was also brought to the ground, hitting the ground hard, and a wound appeared on his forehead.  Leer waved his hand, and the vines lifted the strong man up again.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to count, it¡¯s too much trouble, you can say it yourself.¡± Lear threatened sternly, ¡°Hurry up.¡±

    "Just you?Ah!" The strong man sneered, and Leer commanded the vines again.  This time, the strong man's body flew in the air, and finally hit an old tree hard. The leaves fell one after another, and the strong man was also injured.

    "You forced me to hit you every three seconds from now on." Lear said impatiently, "Threetwoone"

    "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the strong man was smashed to the ground, while the vines were still flying and spinning.

    "Stop!" The strong man couldn't help it. "Follow the stream to the end, and it will submerge into a deep ditch. When you see the deep ditch, walk forward and stand together under three trees.Look east and walk straight until you see the black flag.  "The strong man roared loudly.

    Leer kept his promise and gave the strong man a clean and tidy hanging. The vines retracted into the ground, while the strong man's body remained on the ground.

    Of course, what the strong man thought before he died was not "Ah! It hurts", but "Hey, you guys took the bait."
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