The Karkhand sentries on the Murred watchtower laughed as they pointed at the group of men from the Sharp's smuggling caravan who had gone away, as if they hadn't had fun in a long time.

They were already dancing in celebration of the impending victory, their necks stretched wide, and even though their soldiers had rushed into the Elheli Nonansen until they were out of sight, they were glad to look out into the lush woods to speculate on the possible results of their companions.

"The Sharp family is so fragile and vulnerable, we are a regular army." One of the sentries pointed arrogantly to himself to his companions, "We'll soon be able to get some of the stuff in the ox cart." You should all understand, how much do we get from this time to hand over to the new lord? ”

"Come on, of course it's brave behind the wall! When the white-bearded old man pounced on you, why did you pee your pants in fright? His companion next to him laughed at him, "We went to the woods to make the brethren look like our Kakhand's real axe, and your axe is a bit shoddy." As for how much loot you just said you would give to our lord, we'd better hand over the corpses, and the rest of the big ones can make up a lie that the goods in the ox carts are just hay brought from other places. What do you guys think? ”

"Hmph, you're still the best at it. Everyone should speak in unison, and the brothers have returned with ox carts, so we must discuss with them. The sentinels on the watchtower nodded affirmatively at the proposal.

While the sentries were talking about how to divide the spoils, a cook walked towards the Murred Gate with a tray of bread in both hands, and the guards at the Murred Gate stepped forward to take it for themselves, and the cook began to shout at the watchtower with his voice, and after two or three shouts, he put the tray of bread on the stone table at the door and turned away.

Reluctantly, the sentries left the tower and climbed down the wooden ladder, grabbing the loaf of bread unceremoniously and munching on it, but even the bread could not forget to discuss their strategy of dividing the spoils, until the lame cook was mentioned.

"Hey, why is this chef walking so quickly today, do I remember last time that guy was lame by Tony?" A Kakander sentry farts as he nibbled, half a loaf of bread and a strong fart smell.

"It's weird. It was indeed I who taught him to cut corners and break his legs. It's strange, but there is nothing wrong with this bread. The Karkhand guard named Tony nibbled the bread to a piece before he began to consider whether the bread was fraudulent.

Before the Karkhand guard named Tony could finish speaking, the guard standing in the door of Murred also began to scream after nibbling on the bread. It was too late for the sentries with bread to spit out, and they looked at each other and shouted, "This bread is poisonous!" Ahh

"Don't eat! Seems like my stomach hurts a little. The Karkande, Tony, frowned and began to press his lower abdomen hard.

The poison on the loaf of bread was like fine sand flowing in an hourglass, reflecting the flow of time and the potent effect of the poison in a step-by-step manner, and the sentinels who were quick to react tried to vomit out all the bread they had eaten, but they were unsuccessful. One by one, the Kakhand soldiers, who had eaten long breads at the entrance of Murred, were holding on to the wall in pain, and within a few moments they were beginning to roll on the ground and scream, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from the seven orifices, and then stopped breathing miserably. The Kakhand sentinels, who had not eaten too much bread, tore their throats and retched, but the effect of the poison was so strong that the sentries who had vomited tried to climb the watchtower to ring the alarm, but their breathing was unnaturally short, and they fell off the wooden ladder like they were drunk in the process of climbing, and fell heavily on the hard surface of the ground and broke the blood, and they lay on the ground breathing rapidly, as if the air was about to disappear and they were dying from being able to stand.

The mysterious 'cook' had already run to the corner of the small street, he immediately threw away his top hat, took off the chef's clothes and threw it aside casually, waved his hand to the corner of Murred's house, and more than a dozen dexterous men hidden in the corner ran in front of him, kneeling down on one knee one by one, "Your Excellency, please give orders for the next mission, the guards of Karkhand have been assassinated by us one by one." ”

"Well, I guess the guards guarding the Murred Gate are already scurrying around on the ground, go, follow me to take care of these incapacitated Kakanders at the Murred Gate. We're going to open the door to Murred. Climbing the watchtower signals Arnault on the edge of Nansen to assemble at the Murred Gate with his dart master. Then you all change into the clothes of these Kakhandians, and if anyone tries to get out of Mured, he will be put to death immediately, and whoever lets one go will be killed. Zax Sharp was calm and calmly ordered him to infiltrate Murred's men with the team.

"Yes, Your Excellency. At your disposal. The dexterous caravan men followed closely behind Zacks, and as they went, they pressed against the fence or the wall of the house, and Zacks stopped, poked his head out of the corner of the fence, and glanced at the gate of Murred.

"Quickly get into place, and make up for the last sword for the Kakhandians who are still lying on the ground groaning in pain." Zax was like a shortsword thrown at battle, and he walked quickly towards the unpoisoned Karkande, and quickly put an end to their suffering—only to make up for it. Without much effort, Zax led his selected clever men to occupy the gate of the Murred Lord, pushed open the heavy wooden door of Murred, and signaled to the dart divisions assembled on the edge of El Heili Nonansen, the billowing dust and the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from far and near, and behind the twenty or thirty dart masters, there were ox carts escorted by caravan men and Kakhand's infantry who were tied together in strings like grasshoppers, all of them were dejected, Re-entered their camp under the arrangement of the caravan guys - only the weapons were all confiscated and their hands tied.

Arno One-Eyed rode on his horse and greeted his Baron Zax, "Your Excellency Zax, your plan is nothing short of magical, it took a morning to clear all threats from Murred, if the surviving Kalkands stationed in Barony Murred are no longer a threat to us. And it can't escape the palm of our hand. ”

"Don't slack off, one-eyed Arnault. We've only temporarily reclaimed Barony Murred, but there are still about 20 of the Kalkander Axe guards stationed at Sharp's House. There's going to be a tough battle going to be fought soon. Zax Sharp ripped a cloth from the corpse of the Karkhand soldier and wiped the blood from his gladiletto, but he was thinking about how to minimize the damage.

"If we were to rely on numbers alone, we would now have an absolute advantage, and we would still have 62 people in our caravan! Storming Sharp's House should be completely assured! Arno happily replied to his baron, "This beautiful lure of the enemy has gone deeper, and the combination of the inside and the outside has made us take a big advantage!" We only lost 4 of our members, and we annihilated and captured this group of Kalkhand barbarians, and the strength of the Sharp Hill garrison was already ten gone*. That's right, Your Excellency. What to do with this group of Kakhandan captives? ”

"Well, captive. Let me think. Zax pointed to the grasshopper-like Karkhand infantry, and the Kakhandians shuddered at the finger.

As the minutes ticked by, the hearts of the captured Karkhand infantry were already in their throats, and they watched every gesture of the 'wanted criminal' known as Baron Zax.

"What to do, my lordship?" The bald one-eyed dragon asked his lord the baron again, "I think they should be killed, this group will affect our marching speed, and if the Kakhandians stationed at Sharp House on Sharp Hill come up with a way to escape, not only will our plan not only be impossible to succeed, but it may also attract a large number of kings' troops, and then it will be troublesome." ”

"No, I know all the terrain of Sharp's House best, and though they may have discovered the secret path, they didn't dare to take it, and the group would never find a way down the mountain. If we attack like the House of Sharp, we may lose a lot of brothers, which will be quite detrimental to our future hiding. Well, don't kill these people just yet. We'll still be able to use these guys. Maybe we don't have to storm Sharp's House. If I want these people of Kakhand to return the roots of my ancestors in its entirety, it is up to them. Baron Zax looked calm and composed, his piercing gaze like a jungle wolf swept once more towards the captured Karkhand infantry.

"Don't kill us, we're just doing what we are told, and we don't have anything we can do." The Karkhand infantry defended their innocence in a low voice, "We can't disobey the king's orders!" ”

"I don't want to kill you, but you have to do something for me, convince the people of the Sharp House to open the gates of the mansion and surrender to us, if you can't do it, you'll be of no use to me." Zax chuckled, and he pointed to the corpses of the Kalkande, who had been piled up together, stripped of only their underwear, "These are the people of you who ruined my home. And they paid for it. ”

"That's fine, we'll do it. Hope you can deliver on your promises. Spare our lives. After a brief look at each other, the Karkhand infantry began to scramble to agree to Zacks' request. Zax's icy aura terrified the captured Kakhandians.

"Don't try to play any tricks. You must know that after betraying the lord, you will be just like us. Arno, the bald one-eyed dragon, cast a suspicious look at the captured group of Kakhandan infantrymen.

"Let these fellows go, our men listen, and follow the Kakhand with crossbows, as long as they want to escape. Shoot immediately. Make your way to Sharp House! Zacks ordered his men to push the captured group of Karkhand infantry to the front of the line.