"I asked, these guys are in partnership with a gang of robbers, and they are also connected to the nobles of the city. He was only one of the leaders of a larger group of merchants who specialized in stolen goods and human trafficking. ”

"They often use tricks to deceive merchants from other places, which is very famous in Tulga. They were now heading north, apparently near a castle to the north, to trade confiscated robbers' booty with the local army. ”

Kress moves quickly, and the intelligence is well gathered.

As long as there is enough information, Byron has the confidence to kill them.

"And what about their manpower?"

Alleyne nodded and asked.

"There are about fifty of them, and most of them are local Kujits. They are well equipped and have a lot of horses. But..."

Kress habitually tossed the throwing knife, a cruel smile flashing across his face.

"They are no match for us."

"Are we going to attack them like that? I mean, we can beat them, but we won't lose less. ”

Fatis thought for a moment and spoke his mind.

"Maybe on the grassland, our army will make them face us up to us and return what belongs to us."

"That's a coward's decision!"

However, Alleyne was dismissive of Fatis's suggestion.

"They have humiliated us, then they have to be prepared to pay the price. On the battlefield, we will return all the humiliation they gave us! Let them pay with their lives! ”

"It's barbaric."

"You don't need to be fair to the robbers."

"I hate that guy, and I want to slit his neck with a dagger and make him watch his blood flow out until he dies."

"Oh my God, Kress, we don't have to..."

The heroes quarrel over how to deal with the robbers, and Byron is quietly thinking.

"Alright, stop arguing!"

Byron gave a loud shout as the discussion was about to turn into an argument, quieting them down.

This was the first time Byron had shown his leadership demeanor, and he stood up, his eyes swept over several people twice, his expression was serious, and he had a leader-like majesty.

"It will take them at least two days to get to that castle, and we will keep up with them and attack them at night."

"We wrapped our horses and took only the cavalry, leaving the infantry and the refugees, and each of them had to tie a piece of cloth to his body, so that he could distinguish his own man in the dark. We're going to charge into their camp and kill them all, leaving no one alive!" If they think they can be robbers, then we let them know what a real robber is! ”

"We have to get our things back, and we have to make them pay the price, so that these people who provoked the Peony mercenaries can use their lives to learn a lesson!"

"At your service, sir."

Alleyne and Kress both nodded in satisfaction, and the soldiers who were waiting for Byron's orders cheered, for battle was a way to gain wealth. Especially the soldiers who had been insulted by the profiteer before, their fighting spirits were high, and they cheered and went to prepare their weapons and armor.

Jamila didn't say anything, just silently took care of the pregnant woman and comforted the refugees who had just been freed from slavery.

Fatis tried to say something, but finally closed his mouth, turned around, and sighed softly.

He knew that Byron would not change his mind. He had suffered a lot of this kind of insult before, and he wouldn't endure it anymore this time.

However, although he didn't say anything to Byron, Byron still took the initiative to walk towards him.

Byron patted him on the shoulder and gave him a classic Calradian proverb.

"If he gives me justice, I will give it back. If he does me justice, I will treat injustice to injustice! ”

After Byron walked away, Fatis stood still and thought for a while, then found Jamila.

The two of them talked for a while, and Alleyne came over to join in the fun.

Eventually, Fatis figured something out, and Jamila's expression changed considerably.

They each found their own salute and began to arm themselves. This time, no one had any objections to the operation.

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Late the next night, in a highland steppe east of Kugit, the caravan with no flags or signs found a comfortable place, and most of the members fell asleep.

The leader of the merchants did fear retaliation at first, but word soon spread that the merchants had made a small purchase of spices from the city before heading home.

He also sent cavalry to investigate, but he never saw them, so he was also relieved, thinking that those people were that bit of strength, that bit of gold and silver, and they wouldn't cause trouble for themselves anymore.

So he fell asleep on the sheepskin blanket with peace of mind, snoring like thunder, and the night vigil soldiers outside couldn't get sleepy.

The soldiers lit the campfires and talked to each other about the last two days, yawning from time to time and complaining about the annoying snoring of their leader.

It was past half of the night, and they were sleepy.

They were boredly fiddling with the charcoal in the campfire, listening to the crackling sound and passing the time.

Occasionally, glowing fireflies fly by, making them change their eyes. Or the sound of the wind and grass to sober them up.

The moon was shrouded in clouds, and the sound of muffled thunder was getting closer.

They finally realized that something was wrong, the sound was not thunder, but more like the sound of horses' hooves trampling the ground as horses run. And it was clear that something was wrapped around the horse's hooves, which made the sound a little different.

In the light of the fire, the horses galloping towards them in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the riding spears in the hands of those riders also shone in the firelight.

Each of them wore a long strip of cloth tied around their shoulders, which floated as they ran. The cavalry were lined up, and in the darkness of the night, it was impossible to confirm the exact number of opponents.

The sentinels immediately began to shout, waking up the people next to them.

But before the men could wake up from their slumber, rows of javelins flew toward their camp, shooting through their tents and nailing the soldiers to their bunks.

As for those who had just come out of the tents, there were also still living sentries who fell under the second round of javelin attacks.

The shouts finally rang out, and the spears and spears were already approaching their bodies.

The hooves of the horses trampled through the fabric of the tents, as well as the bodies of the soldiers lying on the ground.

Swords and war hammers smashed into the bodies of those panicked thugs, dealing varying degrees of damage.

Byron was wielding his mace in the crowd, and a man sleeping in armor was struck in the head, and with the force of the impact, even his cervical vertebra was broken, and he lay straight on the ground.

The rest of the people began to run away from their horses, but as long as they were caught up by Byron, they would be crippled if they did not die.

This time, not standing at the back of the line or simply as a spectator, he led 40 cavalry to charge back and forth through the camp, trampling wantonly, the wagons toppling and the goods in disarray, and the leader had already been pierced into the shoulder blade by Kress's dagger as soon as he opened his eyes, and let out a miserable cry.

This black merchant team that has insulted the peony mercenaries is destined to perish tonight.