Compared to the day before, when the convoy had just set off, the convoy had become much more embarrassed after an attack.

In fact, the two people did not bring much damage to the team, at most they made the shock absorption system of Mi Xin's car go through a cruel test, maybe there will be some damage inside the machinery, but at least it does not affect the normal driving.

It was the swarm of burrowing bees that really caused damage to the convoy. After all, the burrowing bees appeared so suddenly, and there were too many of them, and they caused a lot of trouble for the frantic attacks of the convoy. Due to the distance between each vehicle, their impact is mainly concentrated on the last five vehicles, so that these five trucks can only be described as riddled with holes.

The metal body, especially the cockpit, was poked like a sieve by the tail spines of the swarm, and there were small translucent holes everywhere, which made the cockpit a lot brighter. Of course, this has little impact on the driving of the vehicle, and the biggest impact is on other parts.

The first is the glass, the special tempered glass, which saves the lives of the people in the cockpit, but also brings trouble to the driving behind, all the glass is covered with dense cracks, and you can't see anything when you sit in the car, and finally you have to artificially clean up all the glass to continue to drive normally, but in the face of the oncoming grassland wind, the people in the cockpit don't want to spend this journey comfortably.

The second trouble is the tires, eighty-two tires in the front four of each car, at least half of them have been blown off, fortunately the previous speed is not fast, and the drivers are veterans among the drivers, otherwise they may have to overturn a few cars.

However, it is barely possible to drive a truck with a flat tire in an emergency, but it is impossible to maintain it for a long time, so there are a large number of tires that need to be replaced. For caravans going out into the wilderness, it is true that there are enough spare tires for the wagons, but no matter how well prepared, it is unlikely to meet the need to replace more than half of the tires at a time, so they can only be borrowed from those intact trucks to get back on the road, and if a few more tires are blown out, they can only stay in place and repair the tires before hitting the road.

The impact of the attack on the vehicles was secondary, and more importantly, the impact on the members of the convoy. The attack of the cave bee only lasted for two or three minutes, but the mercenaries guarding the convoy paid the price of two dead, three seriously injured, and all the remaining people involved in the battle were slightly injured.

The death of the companion filled the hearts of the mercenaries with sadness, although the young mercenaries were not naïve enough to think that they could live peacefully in the dangerous wilderness, and they had seen cruel death in the previous mission, but this time the death came too quickly and too suddenly, and the companion who was still talking and laughing a few minutes ago turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye, and the huge sense of disparity made their hearts extremely lost.

After all, they are still young and not yet numb to death, and they will still be bitter about the death of their companions, but the high-ranking mercenaries will not. Each high-level mercenary has countless souls under him, and has also witnessed countless deaths, whether it is the death of the enemy or the death of his companion, they are accustomed to it, the death of the enemy will not set off any waves in their hearts, and the death of the companion can only be exchanged for a light sigh.

It's not because they're cold-blooded, but if they embark on the path of mercenaries, it's equivalent to having given their lives to death, and no one knows if the next cold body belongs to them. Since you can ignore even your own death, you naturally won't be too sad because of the death of your companion.

Yes, no one can predict whether they will die in the next minute, and this attack without warning is an example of this. In fact, this assassination was very dangerous, and if you made a wrong move, it would probably be the two Assassins who would have the last laugh, not the caravan that was continuing to march now.

Ignoring the danger of being overturned at any time during the assassination, just looking at the hand-to-hand battle that followed, at least on the crow's side, who lived and who died was decided at the last moment, and even the crow himself could not guarantee that if he did it again, the person who was extremely miserable but could still bandage his wounds with a sly smile would be himself.

The crow's condition was indeed miserable, and it was arguably the worst injury he had ever suffered in his life. Although he acted as if nothing was happening, after returning, he was able to leisurely engage with Mi Xin in words, and even had the leisure to tease Ah Xi who was still sad for a while, but from the fact that the female leopard didn't even dare to beat each other like a joke anymore, it was enough to see how serious his injuries were. Fortunately, the body strengthened by the source energy has a strong enough ability to withstand it, so that he can at least live, at least laugh.

This time the crow finally didn't sit on the roof of the car to show his presence, and now he was huddled in the locomotive's sidecar, looking around boredly. The injuries on his body have been properly treated, of course, he didn't do it himself, although the third young master Zhang San, who has been pampered since he was a child, knows a lot of things, but the treatment of wounds is definitely not included.

The person who helped him with his wounds was Rose, the woman who was always cold like an iceberg, who showed a cold attitude towards all irrelevant things, showed the gentle side of a woman at this time, and the movements of dealing with the wounds were skillful and gentle, and it was already bandaged without even causing much additional pain to the crow.

Rose's way of treating wounds was peculiar, and in the face of several large wounds, even needles and threads were useless. After cleaning the wound, several small vines like spider silk emerged from her fingertips, soft and hard flower vines bent and twisted as if they were alive, burrowing through the crow's skin and sewing the wounds together.

The vine is far tougher than the sutures, and the sutured wound is also stronger, and even if the injured muscle is exerted normally, the wound will not collapse. The only flaw is that the process is quite scary, at least in the eyes of those onlookers, after all, the image of those city guards who have become rose nourishment has not faded not long after the previous battle in Wanhe City. In the eyes of these mercenaries, daring to let the flower vine drill around on their body, the crow is simply a warrior.

The crow doesn't care much about this, the flower vine is indeed a weapon for bullying the weak, but it is not so effective for people of the same level. What's more, driven by common interests, a certain degree of trust has developed between him and Rose, and this level of contact can still be reassured.

What he really cared about was another thing, and that was a matter of time. Although the unplanned attack did not last long, it took a lot of time to clean up the mess after that, and the embarrassed convoy was moving much slower than before, and it was foreseeable that it would take several times as long to repair the vehicles tonight, but it could not affect the rest of the whole team, how to arrange the right time, this is really worth his attention.