Mo Cha thought about it for a while, but still didn't ask the other party why he fought with the robbers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The robbers had very few bows and arrows, and even less crossbow arrows.

Scattered arrows fell on the ranks of the caravan, and no one was killed except for one unlucky man who was killed by the arrows.

The crossbow at the top of the carriage began to wield, and the arrows of the nine crossbows were all spears, and the piercing screeching sound made Mo Cha sound hot.

Mo Cha stared at those arrows closely, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of robbers were shot by the giant crossbow.

This was the first time that he had seen hundreds of cavalry charging frantically.

Although there were dozens of bow-wielding mercenaries and powerful crossbows in the caravan, it was of little effect in the face of the charge of these hundreds of cavalry.

The caravan master shouted and commanded the people to fight, but no one listened to his orders except for the dozen or so caravan guards he had hired at great expense.

Alleyne and Wiggins waited for the robbers to rush at them, but the approaching cavalry made Mo Cha panic.

After checking the crossbow in his hand, Mo Cha ran to a carriage behind him and hid.

"Damn, why do I feel something terrible? Damn, why would this caravan owner be so stupid?"

The bandit cavalry, the caravan guards and the mercenaries of the Iron Blood Regiment finally collided together, and at this time, the robbers only paid the price of dozens of deaths.

Giant crossbows and bows and arrows withdrew from the battlefield, and fierce hand-to-hand combat began.

To the surprise of the robbers, as they approached the carriage, they all jumped up with their weapons in their hands, allowing the galloping horses to crash into the obstacles.

The sound of the distance crashing made the atmosphere on the battlefield even more tense.

Except for the hapless bandits who were impaled with spears in the air, the rest of the bandits began a killing spree in the caravan defense circle.

In an instant, the situation in the caravan began to be chaotic.

Especially after the dozens of bandit warriors rushed over, the caravan guards were even more unable to resist.

Some of the clever caravan guys even threw away their weapons and stood there to indicate that they had surrendered.

Except for the hapless ones who were hacked to death by the red-eyed bandits, the guys who surrendered survived.

Of course, what awaits them is either to become robbers or to pay enough money and leave.

As he was trying to escape, one of the horsemen swung his sword and slashed at his head.

Mo Cha's mind was blank at this time, and he subconsciously raised his hand, and the crossbow was aimed at the cavalryman at once. The arrow easily pierced the horseman's head.

Although he killed the cavalryman, the opponent's horse still hit him hard, and his thin body was suddenly knocked into a carriage.

"Damn, how did I forget to dodge?"

In fact, Mo Cha knew that in the face of very fast cavalry, his physique could not react in time.

"I hope I don't die, I haven't had a good time!" he cursed. "Damn it, I curse the master of the caravan. ”

At this time, a strong figure rushed in front of him, and Mo Cha thought that he was going to be finished, but he didn't expect the other party to pull him out from under the horse.

When Mo Cha opened his eyes, he realized that it was Desaivi. "Thank you for saving me, brave lady!" said Mo Cha in thanks.

"Don't stand stupid, get behind that carriage," Desaivi said, handing her longbow to Mo Cha. "Help me take care of Julia, I'll help. ”

Desaivi rushed into the scuffle and knocked down several bandits in quick succession, her fighting skills as strong and excellent as her archery skills.

Cruel, she showed no mercy to her enemies, and when her knife fell, the corpses of several robbers were lying around her.

The owner of the caravan was captured by the robbers, and the men and mercenary guards of the hired caravan either lay quietly on the ground or crouched honestly on the ground.

In the entire caravan, only the brave mercenaries of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group were still fighting with bandits ten times their size.

"Mercenaries," shouted a bandit leader on horseback. "Lay down your weapons, and I promise to get you out of here safely. ”

"How many dinars is a robber's credibility?" Alleyne asked rhetorically.

"We're just asking for money, not for killing. The bandit leader emphasized with a fierce expression. "If you insist on resisting, we have no choice. ”

"Boss, if we continue to fight like this, sooner or later our men will run out," Manid suggested in a whispered voice. "It's better to take his advice and get out of here safely. ”

Manid is a shrewd businessman, and smart businessmen are good at calculating costs and profits, and know how to choose between trade-offs.

"Aren't we going to break our promises, then?" said Alleyne in a low voice to his treasurer.

Manid emphasized: "It is the foolish and arrogant caravan master who does not listen to our advice and insists on provoking these robbers. ”

"How can a mercenary who has lost his credibility establish himself on the continent of Calradia?" said Arenn with one last hesitation.

Manid said bluntly and solemnly: "He has already caused us to lose several mercenaries, we don't need to fight for such a fool, let alone die for him." ”

Alleyne looked at his companions, who were also looking at him expectantly, but no matter what he decided, they would stand firmly beside him.

After pondering for a moment, Alleyne finally made up his mind and replied loudly: "I accept your suggestion, but it is impossible for us to lay down our arms. ”

Disarming a weapon is tantamount to slaughter, and Alleyne would never give such a foolish order.

"Get your people out of the way, and get out of the way, and we'll just leave. Even if he loses the upper hand at the moment, Ellene's momentum is still not lost to the other party.

The bandit leader hesitated for a moment, then roared and ordered, "Get out of the way, everyone, let them go." ”

For outlaws such as robbers and bandits, the last thing they want to deal with is the mercenaries who also survive for the sake of the dinar.

The mercenaries of the Iron Will, led by Ellene, left the battlefield quietly with their wounded and dead companions.

Mercenaries are ants with no tomorrow.

The mercenary is a wild ghost who shuttles in the twilight.

In order to survive, for persistent beliefs, in order to survive, they will fight to the end.

The bandit leader also knew that it was impossible to coerce these mercenaries who were licking blood from the knife to surrender, but in order to minimize his own casualties, he had to let them go.

The captured mercenaries and caravan guards in the caravan were not so lucky, they would be sold as slaves by the robbers, or even choose to join the caravan.

The owner of the caravan was also not in danger, as long as he paid enough dinars, the robbers would release him after receiving a large ransom, and would graciously escort the merchant to safety.

This was done only so that the world would know that robbers had credibility as well.

The choice of the caravan master at the beginning was a mistake, a stupid decision.

A hundred dinars in exchange for safe passage, or for the robbers to plunder.

Smarter businessmen know how to choose.