The bandits rode up the cliff and circled the swamp to continue their pursuit. Stimulated by the heavy reward, the robbers of the Blackbeard Thieves Regiment were red-eyed, and they beat their horses heavily with leather whips, and rushed directly over when they encountered the thorn bushes, and their speed suddenly increased.

The two men were also the ones Corleone had arranged to delay the bandits, and he was doing everything he could to thwart the enemy's pursuit. Unfortunately, as time went by, the distance between the two sides was rapidly narrowing.

As the sun sets in the west, large shadows begin to appear in the trees, and the field of view gradually decreases, making it more difficult to walk through the trees.

Finally, White-eyed Mosto and the others turned around another mountain rock, and saw Corleone and the others fleeing in front.

"Hahaha! Finally let me catch you, today I'll see how you escape! White-eyed Mosto said with a maniacing laugh, a faint desire for blood and killing.

"Brothers, rush up to me and hack them all to death!" Mosto shouted, and the bandits roared in response, and then moved forward.

The distance between the two sides was less than five hundred meters, separated only by a wood, and there was no dangerous place such as a swamp for Corleone to exploit.

When the followers of Corleone's team saw this scene, their faces immediately turned pale, sweat oozed from their foreheads, and their steps became panicked.

Unexpectedly, after running away for so long, they were still chased by the robbers, and the thought of the possible outcome later, fear suddenly enveloped everyone.

Corleone, who was supported by two people at the front, also had a sinking face when he saw the pursuers behind him, but he still opened his mouth and shouted: "Don't panic, everyone, we are about to leave this forest, I have arranged for someone to answer outside the woods, as long as we get out of the woods, we will be safe!" ”

Corleone's voice was calm and calm, like a muffled thunder in the ranks, dispelling the fear in the hearts of his followers.

The robbers who were chasing after heard Corleone's words, but their footsteps were sudden, and the speed of the pursuit became slow. They are robbers, and they may be cruel to a group of low-powered recruits, but when they are faced with a regular army, they are nothing more than a flock of weak sheep.

If, as Corleone said, there was an army outside the woods, then they were going to die right now. Although the temptation of gold is great, it is nothing compared to death.

As a result, the speed of the bandits' pursuit slowed down again, and some even stopped altogether, just standing there and watching Corleone and the others go farther and farther.

"Boss, what to do, if the other side has an army ambush, we will be very dangerous." A small bandit leader leaned over to Mosto's side and asked.

Mosto's face was a little ugly, and he stared at Corleone, who was slowly fleeing in front of him, with bitter hatred in his eyes. He wanted to kill that Corleone very badly, not just for the 50,000 Kild gold, but also for some secret agreement.

Hearing the little leader's question at this moment, Mostto did not hesitate, and directly waved his hand and said: "Give it to me, you must kill that arrogant knight, if we can't complete the task assigned by that adult, we will go back and have no good fruit to eat!" ”

With that, Mostow took the lead and rushed forward. As soon as they saw their own leaders charge, the other bandits naturally followed suit, and the bandit troops were like a sharp knife, lying across the heads of Corleone and the others.

The woods ahead were thinning out and the terrain was flattening, and it was clear that we had reached the edge of the jungle and were about to leave it.

Corleone and the others had already tried their best, rushing forward like crazy, everyone wished they had two more legs, and sometimes even ran forward with their hands on the ground and crawling.

However, the terrain was open, and the speed of the horses could be used even more, and the robbers and Corleone and the others were getting closer and closer, and finally, the bandits who rushed to the front caught up with the followers who were at the back.

"Yo-ho-ho-ho!"

With a strange, high-pitched shout, the robber raised his scimitar high and slashed diagonally downward.

The follower looked back in horror, his eyes reflecting a bright white arc, poof, and after a soft thud, a human head flew into the air, the incision smooth as a mirror, and the bright red blood water spurted out in all directions like a fountain.

The strong smell of blood immediately spread all around, and the robbers began to get excited like a school of sharks smelling blood.

"Nope! Alex! One of the followers suddenly cried out in a hoarse voice, then turned sharply, raised his pitchfork in his hand, and shouted, "Die, you damned robbers!" ”

As he spoke, he rushed towards the robber behind him, looking like he was dying generously. Now he doesn't care about his own life and death, he just wants to kill the robber in front of him, and it is better to kill them all.

Unfortunately, he was not Superman, and an arrow suddenly flew out of the bandit horde, and struck the follower in the chest like a poisonous snake. His body was swept backwards by the powerful arrow, and the expression on his face froze and he looked down, the front half of the arrow was already inserted into his body, and the back half was still trembling slightly.

"You ......," the followers said one last word, and they fell to their knees with their legs limp, and soon lost their lives.

The robbers in the rear swept past his stones like the wind, and slaughtered those who were still fleeing in front of them, and the bloody slaughter began.

One follower after another was slashed and killed, and the casualties continued to mount. The robbers were getting more and more excited, but the people who fled in front were almost desperate, and they couldn't even resist even if they were killed.

The expression on Corleone's face twitched, anger had filled his chest, but their disadvantage was too great to even resist, and once they stopped, they would inevitably be killed in an instant.

Wails rang out one after another in the ranks, each of which meant the death of a follower. By the time they had rushed out of the woods, more than half of the fifty-man party had died, and less than twenty remained.

Desperately, however, there was no army waiting behind the woods, and there was no one on the empty avenue. It was only about two kilometers away from the small town in the target, and then the last two kilometers became their fateful distance.

"Hahaha, there is no army at all, they are lying!" The robbers burst out laughing, and their momentum had climbed to its peak.

Corleone sighed lightly, stopped and turned around, there was no point in them running away without the trees.