At this time, there were still about ten people in the bandit camp who were not sleeping, and they were all patrolling the neighborhood or resting in the camp.

A soldier from Rhodok was sitting on his shield, stirring his spoon in the iron pot.

He had turned over a whole piece of cured pork from an old woman's house during a previous robbery, and he hid it himself.

The old woman was dead, but he didn't kill her. So he didn't feel guilty about the meat, and he only had a full appetite.

During the day, there were so many people that he knew he wouldn't be able to take out a few bites himself. So he stayed until the evening, so that he could have a full meal of meat, even if he couldn't have it to himself.

In addition to a few pieces of cured meat in the bottom of the pot, he also put some coarse salt and horseradish in the pot, and added some carrot strips and lettuce leaves, the aroma of a rough dish made by a country cook was very tempting to these soldiers who had not eaten a hot meal for days.

"Hey, Rob, is it cooked? The scent got into my nose. ”

Another Rhodok robber soldier approached, lowered his weapon, put his torch aside, rubbed his hands together, and swallowed as he stared at the soup in the pot.

"Come on, I'll add a little more flour."

The robber, named Robb, poured a small bag of flour into the pot and stirred it vigorously with a spoon. After a while, the pot will be thoroughly cooked, not only delicious, but also filling their stomachs well.

"If we had known that we had got a lot of good goods, we should have kept this cook instead of slashing his fat belly open, so that we could eat something good."

The robber on the other side scooped a little soup with a wooden spoon, tasted it, smacked his lips, and put another pinch of salt into the pot.

"Come on, my mother told me before she died that people should be content, and that it would be good to have some meat to eat and some money to take."

Robb glanced at the other party and shook the bloodied money bag on his waist. The bag and the coins were all scavenged from a merchant, and in order to get him, he stabbed the other man more than a dozen times, and cut off his hand that held the money bag tightly.

But just as they were chatting about the night's supper, there was a rustling sound from the weeds not far away, which instantly aroused their vigilance.

"Who is it?"

Robb stood up, drew his sword, and walked cautiously to the grass. The other robber also stood up and followed him, his hand resting on the handle of the pickaxe at his waist.

A white figure leaped out of the grass and was stabbed by Robb's sword.

Blood poured out, followed by the laughter of the robbers.

"Look, man, what a fat bunny!"

The robber who followed behind took his hand away from his waist, and a light flashed in his eyes and he smiled.

"yes, it looks like it was bitten by something, maybe a fox. But it doesn't matter, now we have fresh meat to eat. ”

Robb picked up the rabbit, glanced at the wound on its leg, smiled smugly, and returned to the pot.

The other robbers on patrol also heard them and rushed over. But when they saw the rabbit, they also cheered, saying that they wanted to eat some rabbit meat.

The rabbits were skinned and placed on the campfire, the soup in the pot was fragrant, and the malt wine was poured into the water bags and jars.

The robbers saluted each other, and then ate and drank merrily.

The thick soup in the wooden bowl was drunk, and the roasted half-cooked rabbit meat was stuffed into the mouth. Robb was very satisfied with his meal, and was about to have another drink with his friend next to him, but the other party was obviously too drunk to lie on the ground. If it weren't for the dull snoring and heaving chest, he almost made Robb think he was dead.

"Useless guys."

The other robbers laughed at him, and then ate all the rest of the food, leaving not even the bottom of the pot and the meat scraps and soup base.

At the end of the meal, Robb also felt a strong drowsiness, and he wanted to find someone else to replace him, but the harbor stood up and involuntarily collapsed on a mat.

"Alright, lazy worm, get up!"

By the time Robo opened his eyes with sleepiness, daylight had begun to replace dusk.

"You guys fell asleep last night, and today you must be punished to continue standing guard."

The robber threw him a hydration bag and went to wake up the others.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the comrades who kept rising up around him, Robb was a little confused.

"The sergeant was bitten by a snake, it was not poisonous, but it hurt enough, and who couldn't hear it except for a few of you?"

The robber said wow, took a sip of water, and went to where the sergeant was sleeping.

Robb rubbed his eyes, opened the water bag, and took several sips to relieve the dryness in his mouth.

"It must be the wine."

He thought so.

He walked over to a wooden barrel beside him, scooped up the water, washed his face, and looked around. His gaze finally settled on where the sergeant was, thinking about how to please the sergeant as he walked that way.

He was not far from the location of the tent, but he felt that the road was endless, and his legs were getting heavier and heavier as if they had been filled with lead.

And many of the people who walked in front of him also fell to the ground at this time, and their mouths and nostrils began to bleed and let out painful snorts.

Robb thought of something, thought of something terrible.

And his legs, at this time, also bent involuntarily, his stomach and chest began to ache, he felt something warm coming out of his nostrils, he touched it, and his hands were covered with blood.

Almost a third of the people in the camp are now like Robb, and some are showing similar but milder symptoms.

In fact, most people who have drunk in the morning are now feeling the pain from within them.

Kress succeeded, and the clever girl caught the attention of a rabbit she had stabbed in the leg and poured a potion into the pot. And when the patrolling soldiers had finished eating and drinking and fell asleep at their posts, she carefully shuttled through the camp, pouring the deadly powder into every common bucket and barrel.

Even those water bags that were far away from their owners were poured into a lot by her.

As for the snake, it was purely an accident. However, this accident woke up a large number of robbers at the same time, and half of the robbers were poisoned, which can be regarded as indirectly helping Byron a lot.

A large number of robbers fell into a state of confusion, and Kress, who was hiding behind the rocks, also struck directly, plunging a throwing knife into the back of the neck of the robber a little farther away, and then knocked down the archer while he was stunned, slashing his throat.

The other party struggled a few times, splashing the little girl's blood, but soon lost her breath.

And Byron also saw the signal they had agreed on before, the scissor gesture that meant "yes".

After waiting all night, he also caused Fatis to blow his horn, and the soldiers dozens of meters away also rushed out, shouting and rushing towards the camp and the remaining bandits.