"Big leader, the brothers in the forest have come with news, there is a vote, more than a dozen people, two carriages, it seems that it is estimated to be a private caravan, do you want to do it?" A cave man came to the cave panting, and said to the leader with great excitement.

"How's the weaponry?" The big leader was a little moved, but there were only about a dozen people in the two-horse convoy, and they were dressed in pairs, which couldn't help but make the leader a little suspicious, but it was more of a temptation.

"Looking back, the leaders are basically wearing coarse cloth trench coats, and they can't see the weapons they carry, but from the outside, they are at most caravan guards, and it is estimated that they are also equipped with some one-handed swords or something, which is not much different from the past, and we have more than 20 brothers, and we can scare them away." The brother was so confident that he would wait for the leader's order before he took his sword and left.

The big chief weighed the goods of the two wagons, and he had not received such a large ticket for a long time, so he immediately nodded in agreement, and summoned all the brothers present, leaving only two caretakers, and the rest, including the three brothers Witt and Rum, to ambush the caravan together.

Witt has been here for more than a month, and he has naturally participated in a lot of ambushes for these cave people, so he also regards it as a regular action, and he doesn't say much.

A group of more than 20 people came to the familiar ambush point, not far from the place where Witt was ambushed at that time. This live cave man seized the relaxed state of the pedestrians when they were about to reach the exit, and caught the passers-by off guard. The crowd was divided into two groups and ambushed on both sides of the path. Witt and Rum and more than a dozen others were ambushed on the left side of the path, and the big leader and more than a dozen others were ambushed on the right side. Once the leader strikes, Witt will strike together, flanking the passerby. According to past experience, if our side does not have the advantage of numbers and the enemy surrenders unjustly, the leader will not show mercy and kill him on the spot.

Time passed little by little, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves into the woods, and changed the direction of the light as time passed, and the group finally appeared at the end of the path, and the figure of the carriage could be faintly seen, and it seemed that it must be the caravan in the mouth of the messenger brother.

As the caravan got closer and closer, the sound of the wheels rolling became clearer and clearer, and Witt was finally able to see the caravan in front of him clearly. The wagons of the caravan were large, each containing four large boxes, each large enough to hold an adult. The carriage was very stable, and the box should have contained some valuables, and it was impossible for an ordinary caravan to have such a large and dignified carriage, let alone walk on the potholed road. Witt was even more eerie by the guards, who wore coarse cloth coats that made it difficult to see their outfits under the cover, but they marched in a smart and orderly manner, more like well-trained soldiers than ruffian caravan guards.

Witt was very unsure, he wanted the big leader to stop here, but the caravan was getting closer and closer, and if he disrupted the plan now, he would miss his own fighters. What's more, with such two large carriages, even if Witt proposed to retreat, the leader probably wouldn't agree. In desperation, Witt could only wait for the leader to call the shots.

The caravan got closer and closer, and when the team appeared less than ten meters in front of Witt, the leader suddenly shouted: "Arrows!" With a shout, a dozen or so arrows galloped towards the caravan guards, but due to the lack of training time and the lack of skill of several archers, only two arrows actually hit the guard, and the shots were still non-critical parts, only Witt shot an arrow into the face of one of the guards, killing him on the spot.

The moment the guard was shot in the face by Witt and fell, the coat on his body loosened slightly, and the sun shone on the guard's inner armor. Witt suddenly came to his senses, chain mail! This is not a caravan, but a regular army disguised as a caravan! During Witt's time in Fesdna, he often saw soldiers in the fort disguised as caravans to transport strategic supplies.

"Withdraw!" This was the first thought that flashed through Witt's mind, but it was too late, the leader had already taken more than a dozen brothers and took advantage of the other party's commotion to attack the front. Witt saw that the water had been spilled out, and it was impossible to take it back, and those archers were not skilled, so it was better to step forward to assist in the battle. Witt immediately ordered his brothers to join the fight. The two sides were already fighting each other, and Witt was afraid of hurting his own people, so he didn't dare to use his bow and arrow again, so he immediately picked up the black axe and stepped forward to help.

Although the caravan guards disguised by the soldiers were disrupted by a rain of arrows from Witt's side at first, the regular army was still a regular army, and the leader immediately ordered to stabilize the soldiers' positions, launched a counterattack against Witt's group, and quickly overturned several cave people, quietly gaining the upper hand.

Witt picked up the black axe and quickly ran towards the soldier in front of him who had just turned over a caveman, and stabbed the soldier with an axe at the speed of the sprint, trying to achieve the effect of a surprise attack. The soldier didn't eat soft rice either, his eyes hooked, and then he dodged Witt's axe on his side, and then jumped two steps back, driving two or three meters away from Witt.

The two looked at each other on the battlefield, adjusted their breath, and reserved the strength needed for the next attack and defense. There was a scuffle around, and the advantages of both sides of the melee gradually tilted to the side of the soldiers, and if this continued, the lives of the brothers were in danger. Witt couldn't hold back any longer and ventured into the soldier with an axe. When the soldier saw the tip of the axe, he immediately raised his two-handed sword and slashed through the side of the axe, and then wanted to take advantage of the moment when Witt's attack could not be recovered, and raised his two-handed sword with his backhand and slashed at Witt. Unexpectedly, Witt did not use all his strength for axe stabbing, but used the feint action of axe stabbing to sweep along the soldier's two-handed sword one by one. Before the soldier's two-handed sword could be slashed off, his head was hit hard by the metal axe of Witt, and his head instantly fell back, his skull buzzed, and the world in front of him shook for a while, and he didn't know where to go. Taking advantage of the soldier's head concussion, confusion, and unstable center of gravity, Witt picked up the axe and aimed at the big wood on the head, which was an axe, and with a "bang", there was a sound of the axe penetrating the metal frame, and the soldier fell to the ground in response.

Witt ripped off his coarse cloth coat, and the dead soldiers were not only wearing chain mail, but also wearing steel helmets on their heads, and their defensive strength was comparable to that of Witt and his party, one in the sky and the other on the ground. Witt looked around the battlefield, there were still six or seven people on the other side who could continue to fight, but more than a dozen of his brothers had fallen to the ground, and the battle situation was very dangerous.

Witt looked around for the big leader, but he couldn't see him, and his eyes swept over the ground, only to find the leader spread on the ground, and a soldier raised his two-handed sword and tried to take his life. Witt was startled, picked up his axe and sprang at the soldier, knocking him to the ground. Rum, who happened to be nearby, seized the opportunity to stab his one-handed sword through the throat of the fallen soldier, blood gushing out. The soldier clutched his throat and could not make a sound, his face was hideous, and then his eyes were wide and he stopped moving.

Seeing that the leader's abdomen was bleeding, and he was afraid that he had been pierced through the abdomen by his two-handed sword, Witt immediately ordered Rum to carry the leader on his back and escort him out of the battlefield. When Rum broke out of the battle circle, Witt immediately ordered the brothers to cover each other and decisively withdraw from the battlefield without falling in love.

When the captain of the soldiers saw the robbers evacuating, he was afraid that the other party would turn the tiger away from the mountain, so he immediately ordered the soldiers not to pursue, and it was important to escort the carriage.

With no pursuers behind, Witt and his party quickly withdrew from the battlefield, and the remnants of the defeated army carried the leader on their backs in the direction of the cave. Witt looked around at the remaining dozen or so brothers, and his heart felt sour. Thanks to the fact that the three brothers wore animal skin armor and trained enough on weekdays, they were only slightly injured during the war, and there was no major problem, and Witt's colic heart was relieved. Regardless of the precipitous environment, the group hurried through the forest.

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