This guy is a soft bone, and Iron Fist has already defined him in his heart after the first sight of the wheat.

The whole body was paralyzed, the weapon in his hand was thrown more than ten meters away, and the iron fist also smelled a smell of urine, this bastard was actually frightened and incontinent.

With such guts, can you be a thief?

With a gloomy face, he walked up, looked at the frightened and delirious wretched creature without mercy, kicked him in the chest, and then slapped him twice.

The pain brought Wheat Grain to his senses of panic, and he looked at the heavily armed and murderous enemy in front of him, and his heart had long since lost the desire to resist.

Oh my God, they can drive a wolf who can talk, it must be the power of the devil!

Connor stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the wheat grains with a blank expression.

"I guess you know your current situation very well!" Iron Fist lowered his voice and leaned into the ear of the wheat grains and said, "Obediently listen to my command, I can deal with your crimes lightly, if you dare to play tricks, this is your burial place!"

"I will definitely cooperate!" wheat grain nodded desperately, he was not an extremely fierce bandit in the first place, and when faced with an invincible enemy, he naturally chose to give in.

"How many of you are there?"

"Less than eighty, nearly two hundred at first, but the Lindong City cavalry killed most of our companions, and the wounded and those who couldn't keep up with the ranks have been abandoned," Wheat Grain gasped, and he glanced at the sturdy Iron Fist with some fear.

"More than eighty?" Iron Fist was stunned, this number was more than he imagined, "What about the war horses?"

"Only a few of the leaders have mounts, and we are all on foot," said Wheat Grain, "the lowest-ranking members, wearing bamboo armor like me, or only sackcloth, and there is no such thing as standard armor for the big bosses." ”

It seems that the other party is not a powerful group of thieves, and such a poor level of equipment is likely to be composed of civilians who have lost their farmland or homes, and they have not undergone systematic training, so the threat they can pose is not great.

But it was such a group of people, after looting under their noses, and then they walked away, and they didn't even catch their hairs.

Iron Fist gritted his teeth, this is simply the biggest stain that the security force has produced since its establishment.

But today, I will wash away my shame with the blood of my enemies.

The iron fist picked up the wheat grains and pressed the barrel of the gun against his waist, "Lead the way!"

In the mountains, the flintlock pistol was not dominant, and its slow reload speed and long size limited its usefulness after a single shot, but Iron Fist looked confident.

He devised a tactic specifically for this purpose, one musketeer, with two reloaders, and immediately after each shot, a musket that had already been redistributed would be delivered, so that the rate of fire of the flintlock pistol would increase greatly, and Iron Fist did not believe that with a rabble of thieves, he could break through the line of flintlock muskets.

Iron Fist brought a total of fifty sheriffs, although they were not numerically superior, but the victory or defeat of a war was never decided by numbers, and the sheriffs under his command were all veterans of many battles, with great combat experience, and they were even more skilled in the use of new weapons than Rand, the inventor.

In order to exercise the combat effectiveness of the security team, Iron Fist applied to Rand for a large number of black ** and lead bullets, and as an instructor, he trained the sheriffs under his command day and night, shooting moving targets, and even shooting live animals, if the daily training results do not meet the standard, then the entire team will be punished.

Under such strong oppression, the magistrates complained, but the benefits of doing so were obvious, and no one was more accurate than them in the entire air crossing territory, and even the soldiers who had been selected for the musket team at the beginning were definitely no match for them in this regard.

"Where are your sentry posts?" Iron Fist asked, for it was absolutely impossible for a group of thieves like this to keep only one sentry when they were on guard, perhaps in some hidden woods, there were still their men hidden.

"The sentry man, with me, there are three of them," Mai Li saw that Iron Fist's face was not good, and immediately sped up his speech: "I know their specific location, I can take you there." ”

Walking through the dense forest of branches and thorns, they did not dare to make any noise with their iron fists, for fear that the other party's sentinels would discover their whereabouts.

He wasn't worried that the other party would find out in advance, causing his sneak attack plan to fail, he was worried about whether the other party would flee because of this.

In a head-to-head battle, Iron Fist is not afraid of a group of thieves composed of farmers and civilians at all, even if some of them are veteran bandits with a few lives on their hands, but in the eyes of veteran sheriffs like Iron Fist, what are they counting?

"Fifteen meters ahead," Connor's pupils turned white as a yellow finch flew up from a branch, rubbing her eyes and pointing to the foliage-covered area on her right.

Iron Fist led the man to hide in the bushes, and when he heard Connor's words, he beckoned back, and a young man trotted over on tiptoe.

"Go, get rid of it!" Iron Fist lowered his voice.

The young man nodded, drew a short knife from his waist, and touched it like a poisonous snake.

With the help of the branches, the young man quickly approached the second sentry thief's hiding place.

Three seconds later, a muffled grunt came from that direction, and the young man stood up and shook his arm at Iron Fist, signaling that it had been cleared.

"Keep moving ......"

......

"Ahead is the temporary shelter for the leaders," Wheat Grain pointed to a simple wooden hut on the open ground fifty meters ahead, using a few logs to build a shelf, covered with broad leaves.

A bonfire was lit in front of the wooden shed, on which blackened dried fish were heated, and several men dressed in distinct clothes from ordinary robbers sat in the shade of the wooden shed, as if discussing something.

"That's our big boss, Hal, we all call him Hyena Hal, and the fiercest of all of us," Wheat Grain pointed to one of the most sturdy men among them, with a look of fear in his eyes, "If he knew that I had betrayed them, he would have chopped me into minced meat." ”

"Your mission is done!" Iron Fist patted him on the shoulder and gestured to the young man beside him, "Take him down." ”

The young man understood, stepped forward and grabbed the wheat by the arm, "It's time for us to leave." ”

"Leave, don't ......" Wheat Grain's expression immediately panicked.