Barkley's case is just a small microcosm of this messy battlefield, and although this thing seems to be seriously injured and shed a lot of blood, it is actually only a skin wound. The wound that looked hideous and terrifying, and the flesh and skin rolled up, was even more due to the effect of the flesh and blood protruding after Barkley's own second madness.

Seeing the disdainful eyes of the head of Cao, the fat man hurriedly made a smile, picked up two handfuls of mud and slapped them on the wound, and instantly stopped the bleeding in this rough and extreme way, and picked up the corpse of a heavy shield axe warrior from the side with his hands and feet, and peeled the heavy shield axe warrior into a bare pig with only big pants at a speed faster than taking off his own clothes.

Even if the fat man put on the left and the right for most of the day, the set of heavy plate armor that was a few sizes smaller could not be put on the body, the fat man happily stuffed it under the armpit, and refused to drop it.

You must know that the one-piece plate armor on these heavy shield and axe warriors has dozens of locks, and it takes an estimated hour and a half to put them on, and the fat man can pull them off in two breaths, which can only be said that he has practiced a precise peeling technique in his long career.

As for the others, they had already spread their legs and rushed towards the caravan guards who had not yet recovered their senses. Their professionalism is obviously much stronger than that of the vain goods of Barkley, and they are not too busy to collect the spoils of war until they have thoroughly served their customers. These things, even if they start early, will depend on the organization and distribution at that time.

Hoines and Herder were already stupefied, and at the same time that Josh was knocked down by Captain Cao's punches and kicks, the two were as frivolous as furry brutes. Seeing their family's elite warriors being thrown to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables by the gangsters of the plundering group, the two of them were even more heartbroken. Even if Hones had the intention of uniting everyone in the caravan group, by the time he was about to make a difference, almost all of the heavily armed shield axe warriors had already fallen asleep in the sand.

The remainder of the caravan. As soon as they saw this scene, few people who could stay calm fell into a state of nervous and frightened. Especially the remnants of the Reggie mercenary group, these people have become leaderless and unorganized prodigals, such people are not suitable for group warfare in the first place. If Reggie was still around, they might still be able to crumple together, but Reggie's head was now hanging on Lebang's waist, and this discovery had almost shattered the psychological defense of the remnants of Reggie's mercenary group. Let them fight this kind of headwind? It's strange that they have that guts!

Just look at the hesitant and uneasy look of these guys. Hoines knew that these guys were ready to run away with oil on the soles of their feet. These bastards can't be relied on at all! Hoines almost didn't bite a tooth. They want to run, Hoines obviously can't stop it, at this juncture, the safety of the Rothschilds' goods and their own lives does not constitute a choice question at all.

"Listen, everybody! We are more than these robbers! If we unite, we will be able to clean them up!" In the midst of the chaos, Herder roared as if he had been blessed with a blessed heart, "I promise you in the name of the Rothschilds that I will kill any of them." A head, five hundred gold coins!"

Herder's roar seemed to have the magic to turn the tide, or his style of money that had not changed for 10,000 years had an irresistible magic. Man dies for money, and birds die for food. Under such a high bounty. No one will be tempted. In the face of the threat of death, Herder's mind was brighter, and he knew very well that if this man was distracted. I can't fight anymore. And the big back on the other side, but he hated himself to the core, and just thought about what kind of situation he fell into his hands. Herder's fat body was trembling.

Hoines gave Herder a rare look of gratitude, at least Herder pointed him in the right direction, at least those who had planned to apply oil on the soles of their feet had temporarily diverted their attention.

"Isn't it enough? Our Rothschilds are bad at everything, just not bad for gold coins, a thousand gold coins for a head! A down-and-out life is still a glorious life, it's all up to you today!" Hoines was even more upright, and directly doubled the bounty. Anyway, this is the Kang family's feelings, and Hoines doesn't care about paying this price more, at least it is much better than losing a qiē.

"I know them, these guys are simply inhuman, and you can't escape them in this wasteland. The only way is to kill the Born and rush to the Beamon Empire!When the time comes, I will invite you to play with the best wine and the most beautiful Beamon woman!" Herder also kept adding fuel to the fire, for fear that the fire would be extinguished.

Amid the roars of the two of them, the rest of the caravan finally gathered together with their weapons, driven by money, they forgot their fears, and temporarily ignored how the gang in front of them had just easily killed the three hundred heavily armed shield and axe warriors in front of them. There is always a fluke factor in human nature, and they are at this stage right now.

"All you did was throw a stone in the dung pit and splash yourself with disgusting waves. Captain Cao grinned at Hoines and Herder, even though Captain Cao just said calmly, his voice was still very clear in the confusion and reached the ears of the two.

"This is exactly what I want, I'm too lazy to hunt them down one by one, let Lao Tzu finish his work in one battle......" Head Cao waved his hand and spoke with disdain. This is just that Head Cao announced the results in advance, which is a big truth from the bottom of his heart. If those three hundred heavily armed shield and axe warriors could still arouse the interest of Commander Cao, then the remaining stragglers, even if they were doubled, would not be worth Commander Cao's right look.

Commander Cao's arrogant words were undoubtedly the order to launch a general attack, and in the roar, the soldiers of the raiding regiment frantically rushed towards the crappy defensive formation formed in a hurry. In the passionate preaching of Hoines and Herder, the remnants of the trembling caravan regiment also gathered together and launched a desperate counter-charge.

The Timberwolf Knights, who had previously spread out to the wings to preserve their strength, opened the first baptism with their javelins, and under the effect of madness, these angry javelins were a disaster for these guys who were not covered by heavy armor. After being shot over several waves of people one after another, these guys realized that the current situation was not something they could resist at all, and in the chaos, some people had already turned their horses and fled.

The gap between professional and amateur was completely highlighted at this moment, and it was replaced by the men and horses of the raiding group. Not to mention the javelins shooting at the other side, even if a piece of magic forbidden spell smashed over, they would definitely not take even half a step back without being ordered. The raiding regiment had only those who were standing alive, and there were no undead who were dying on their knees. Even a vain guy like Barkley is never willing to leave a trace behind his back, why is that?

Because Regiment Commander Cao said that the scar on his back is the greatest shame for a soldier! No matter what time it is, he must keep his back clean, and there must be no wound of retreat!

In this case. Only a fool can't see where the battle is going. The remnants of the caravan group gathered together, there were only 1,700 or 800 people, and the passion temporarily aroused by these people who were temporarily aroused by money only needed to pour a little cold water to dissipate, after all, it was not like the fierceness and death that grew from the depths of the soul of the soldiers of the plundering regiment, there was an essential difference between the two.

In the trampling of each other, it has already caused people to turn their backs, and then they are killed into the crowd by the soldiers of the raiding regiment who rushed to the meteor in stride, and the rout has become a foregone conclusion. The Timberwolf warriors had already stepped onto the wolf, drew their scimitars and began to gallop. They are ready to hunt down and defeat the enemy. As the only cavalry formation in the organization, they have always been responsible for the battlefield responsibility of chasing deserters, and they have long been in charge of doing this kind of business.

Looking down from mid-air, the timberwolf knights on both wings formed an arc-shaped battle formation towards the center. It's like a bloody mouth ready to close. There is only one way for the opponent to escape, and the left and right sides have been completely blocked, which is also to make the pursuit task easier in the future. After all, there are so many people on the other side. If they all scatter and flee, it will be quite difficult to chase and kill, so try to help them plan an "escape route" as much as possible. This is the essence of the way of hunting!

"It's over! it's all over!" Hoines felt his hands and feet cold, and as he watched the rushing crowd run past him, Hoines had even forgotten to run away. Without this important cargo, even if Hoines can escape, life will never be easy. His life is completely hanging on this caravanserais!

Herder wanted to grease the soles of his feet, but with his clumsy riding skills, it was extremely difficult to even escape at the moment. The fat body squeezed left and right in the chaotic crowd, but it never ran away. I don't know how long it was, but Herder felt a blow to his head, and he fell off his horse screaming.

"You bastards! You pariahs! Do you know that you are robbing a caravan under the command of the Rothschilds? Do you know what this means? Even your Pedro Majesty would not dare to make a vendetta against us Rothchild in such a justifiable manner! You hillbillies who don't know the height of the sky!" After Helde came back to his senses, he still did not change his style of lust and introspection, and his mouth was probably the most useful organ in his body.

"My name is LeBron James, not Pedro. He was answered by the sound of a Lebang urn and a fist the size of a sand bowl. Lebang's honest answer was somewhat full of black humor. Yes, Lebang was originally a native of the local hillbilly, and as Herder said, he didn't know anything about heaven and earth.

"Do you know whose head is on the gold coins of our human world? Benjamin! He famously said that in every problem there is an opportunity to solve it. After Heard was punched, he immediately became a lot more honest, and it was a typical old Luo family's tone, and the smell of copper wafted out as soon as he came out.

"Fatty, I'm you, so don't say a word now. I don't know what it is, and I'm not interested in knowing, I just know that if he had a blunt object so thick in his mouth, he wouldn't have said that. Rodman, who had just walked over next to him, was also happy, and at the same time did not forget to insert the guy in his hand into Held's mouth.

As reminded by Rodman, Herder did find that this quote is not universal. Herder came back to his senses with a bit of retching, and found that a huge stick as thick as the genitals of a Beyomon beast had been roughly thrust into his mouth, and it was pressed against his throat, and he could not even move his mouth to make a sound.

This kind of game was still a restrictive show that Helde liked very much, but when it was time for him to be the target of violence, Helde couldn't get excited anymore. I don't know what material this stick is, but it is certain that it is certainly not made of metal, and although it has the name of a spear, it is more of a blunt weapon in the end.

It was just an ordinary stick made of iron and wood with a sharp end, and people with a little economic common sense would even laugh at those who used this kind of thing as a weapon of war, and the crude iron weapon used by even the most rubbish township militia self-defense forces in the human world was much stronger than this kind of stick that could buy a lot of sticks with a few copper plates. But when these crude weapons were replaced by the hands of these Giant Forest Pig thugs, who were three or five thick, with an arm as thick as a bucket, and were driven by a powerful force of more than a thousand pounds, the meaning of that was changed, and there was no objection to saying that it was the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

This is the ironwood spear of the early days of the raiding regiment, which has long been eliminated. Rodman pinned one on his body in order to take it out and take the retro route when he had nothing to do, and feel what kind of feelings the boss said about remembering bittersweet and sweet.

Eliminated by the times, but it does not affect its deterrent, the stick is still stained with red and white flesh residue and a little blurred crystal, if you guess correctly, it should be the will left by the eyes of some unlucky guy, a strong fishy smell instantly made Herder's stomach turn upside down, and at the same time, he didn't even dare to take a sip of the atmosphere.

"Life is a joke! If you don't want to be blown up by a blunt instrument of a hundred calibers, give me some respect!" Rodman resisted the urge to kill the fat man now, a gift for the boss...... (To be continued......)