Outside the camp, looking at the black cavalry outside, Al was stunned for a moment, and after a rough sweep, there were at least a thousand people, and asked Vane behind him with some doubts:

"So many people"?

"It's not much, it's only a thousand." Vane said flatly.

This time, he came out with two thousand elite cavalry, plus ten first-order professionals. In addition to the five hundred cavalry and five first-order professionals who remained in the city of the River, they were used to help the Hannar family suppress and hunt down the remnants of the Bait family.

The rest of the elite troops were basically all brought by him, and he knew the importance of El, how dare he be a little sloppy.

It always felt like Vane was making a big fuss, but people were also for his good, and Al tugged at the corners of his mouth and finally didn't say anything.

patted Honghong, who was teasing Old Patton's mount on the side, turned over on his horse, and layers of black-armored cavalry firmly surrounded Al in the middle, and Old Patton and Vane protected Al tightly from left to right.

After Honghong's excited hiss, the cavalry roared away in the direction of the caravan.

......

At this time, in the caravan, everyone was talking about the handsome mount just now.

Only the leader of the caravan guards sitting on the side looked at the bonfire in front of him with some uncertainty.

"Boss, what kind of mount did you say that was just now?" a guard sitting next to him asked curiously about the well-informed leader in his mind.

"At least the second order, the kind of mount that jumps more than ten meters, except for the second order and above the demonic beast, it is impossible to do it." Another guard swore an oath.

The leader of the caravan guard did not speak, and he felt uneasy from the hurried overnight departure of Sam and his party just now, and after thinking about it, he still watched from the sidelines, hoping that the road would be safe and sound.

Traveling south and north, over the years, he has seen a lot of entire caravans that were implicated because of a trivial matter being killed.

As he pondered, with a tremor of the ground and the distant sound of a large group of cavalry marching, the small caravan of only three hundred men and the escort of a few dozen people became a little restless.

And Div, the caravan general who usually looks high and talks to himself as a noble butler, ran towards the escort in a panic, with a thick neck and a greasy fat face covered with sweat, and asked a little angrily, "What's the matter?"

The leader of the guard ignored him, stared at the black cavalry that had appeared in the distance, and swallowed in some horror.

"Elite, absolute elite," thought the leader of the guards with a chill in his heart, and waved his hand desperately at the guards gathered around him, signaling them to lay down their weapons.

All tall horses, black armor made of fine steel, knight's spears looming behind their backs, sabers pinned to horses, bows and crossbows, the leader of the guard has given up any idea of struggle, and in the face of such an elite, any action that contains resistance may lead to killing.

The galloping cavalry, with unparalleled impact towards the caravan, arrived at the caravan three hundred meters in front of the caravan, looking at the caravan people who laid down their weapons, before they began to pull the reins in their hands and slowly reduce the speed of the war horse.

"Qiang", accompanied by the sound of the knight's saber unsheathed, everyone's faces were cold, and the fat caravan manager Dief trembled even more, the fat on his body shook, and the whole person collapsed on the ground.

After driving the caravan to the side and confirming that there was no danger, El behind him rode the frost war horse and came to the front of the caravan.

Looking at the caravan condescendingly, Al glanced at it, did not see Sam and his party with strange faces, frowned, and looked at the tall guard leader who could still remain calm under the power of the cavalry:

"What about those guys?" Al asked, gesturing to where Sam was sitting.

"Your Excellency, they have been on their way overnight after you have passed," the leader of the guard said respectfully, looking at the Plantagenet emblem on the cuffs of El's shirt, swallowing his saliva.

He just came from Goldgate City, so he naturally knew what it meant, and he could embroider a golden emblem on his cuffs, which was basically the direct bloodline of the family, and this kind of aristocracy was not something he could offend.

"Let's go"?Listening to the report of the leader of the caravan guard?Al frowned slightly, and then looked at Vane beside him, as the intelligence leader who controlled the secret power of Plantagenet, Vane should know what to do.

Looking at Al's inquiring gaze, Vane first asked the caravan about the time of their departure, and after turning to the place where Sam had raised the fire, rubbed the extinguished fire with both hands, and after confirming the time of departure, he said affirmatively:

"You can catch up".

In order not to attract attention, the general intelligence officers are basically apprentices, even if they are professionals, for Vane, who has a war horse, they are familiar with the surrounding terrain, and it is no problem to catch up.

"Okay, then let's go", at this point in time, no suspicious person can afford to lose, and it is better to kill by mistake than to let one go.

Vane shook his head, "This kind of wilderness, let me go, give me five hundred people to spread in the direction they are going."

Looking at Vane with a determined expression on his face, and then at Old Barton who was looking up at the sky on the side, Al nodded helplessly in agreement.

After Vane and the people left, Al casually waved like Div, the striking caravan leader in the crowd.

"This young master, I don't know what to order", Diff said flatteringly, looking at the fair-faced Al with a gentle smile on his face.

"Go, pack up, give me all the time back to Plantagenet after dawn", if this happens, this caravan won't want to leave, for the sake of safety, it's better to rush back to Plantagenet.

"This ......", as soon as he heard that Al was going to let them go back, Def was a little anxious, and the goods in his hand had to be sent back quickly, and he couldn't afford to delay if it was late.

Looking at Div's hesitant expression, Al pointed to the woods on the side with a smile, "It's okay to go back if you don't want to, the grove on the side will be your graveyard next year."

"The young master said that he laughed", listening to Al's understatement, looking at the murderous cavalry around him, Div's face turned pale with fright, and he said on the spot that he would pack up his things and move back now.

After waiting for more than an hour, the bored Al was feeding Honghong concentrate, and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as he shook his head as Honghong ate.

This way, if it weren't for this horse, how could I arrive so easily, don't look at Honghong's usual uncle, it's still reliable at a critical time.

And at this time, Vane, who had been marching all the way, finally returned. Looking at the tired but unconcealed smile on his face, Al knew it was right.

"How's it going?" asked Al, curious.

"The harvest is big, uproot an intelligence network that has been lurking in Goldfinch City for many years, and the nobles involved in the middle", after a pause, Vane looked around and said in a low voice: "I have sent out carrier pigeons, let the Viscount get ready, and after the implementation is completed, all of them will be arrested."

"Okay, since there's no problem, let's go back to the camp, old Patton's injury is not healed, wait two days." Al had a concerned tone, completely ignoring Old Barton's breathless voice and lively appearance.

Looking at the little master's insistence, looking at the old Barton who kept coughing on the side, Wayne could only nod helplessly in agreement.

Just as one of the cavalrymen on the side was about to give a signal to recall his scattered companions:

"Boom", a golden gorse emblem exploded in the dark night.

"No, it's a call for help," Old Barton said in a deep voice, looking at the signal in the sky.

"Then what are you waiting for, gather the cavalry, and leave now", Al said anxiously.

After thoughtfully leaving a small group of cavalry to "escort" the caravan back, Al led the crowd in the direction of the signal.