"You can't escape!"

"That's right, you can't beat us!"

"If you obediently hand over the gold just now, you can be spared!"

The "desert raiders" were not talking about a way out, of course, by simply releasing the merchants or caravan guards - they would tie them up and string them together and sell them to the slave leaders in the strongholds.

Slave leaders, on the other hand, would use these people as coolies to craft all kinds of weapons needed by the "Desert Marauders" and sell them to raiders from different places who needed weapons.

"Desert raiders", continue to shout arrogantly.

"Ha, alas, it's too late!

"Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy like a dog, it's useless!"

"That's the price of pising us off!hahahaha!"

......

Not far from the rock pile, the arrogant shouts of the "desert marauders" rang out.

It seems that those "desert raiders" don't just want valuable goods in the hands of caravans!

"Everyone!" the captain of the caravan guard, Desert Wasteland Blade, holding a short sword in one hand and a small round shield in the other, looked to the side, and his companions were ready for battle.

Even the merchants took out long wooden sticks for self-defense—such sticks could be used both to attack and, to a certain extent, to block.

The people here were ready to dismount and fight - in such a small place, it was more suitable for infantry combat.

"Close, everyone, keep the caravan in the middle!" the captain of the caravan guard, Desert Wasteland Blade, added.

In the midst of a dense sound of footsteps, the caravan guards began to move quickly.

......

"Little ones, give me !!"

The leader of the "Desert Marauders" not far away shouted extremely rudely and presumptuously.

Then there was a lot of noise among the savages—all sorts of triumphant and arrogant shouts filled the vicinity, accompanied by the sound of footsteps in the sand—and there were many people around!

A merchant looked nervously at the caravan captain beside him, the Desert Wasteland Blade.

The experienced caravan escort captain "Desert Wasteland Blade" was now also looking nervously at the direction where the enemy might appear, and drops of sweat slowly flowed down his tense face.

The surroundings of the caravan captain "Desert Wasteland Blade" were now full of tension and silence - even the breathing of his companions around him could be heard clearly.

The menacing "Desert Marauders" are constantly approaching the caravan.

The tense atmosphere around is becoming more and more intense!

......

At this moment, all of a sudden, there was a loud "boom", which suddenly broke the tense silence here!

The merchants here, as well as the caravan guards, all trembled with fright.

Immediately after, there was another deafening bang not far away!

"What's going on?!...... What the hell is going on?!" A merchant clenched the stick in his hand and asked the caravan captain "Desert Wasteland Blade" in a trembling voice.

The caravan captain "Desert Wasteland Blade" was vigilant, and he shook his head slightly: "They...... How can there still be artillery ?!......"

In the Rotiriñan Sediri civilization, artillery was usually installed in forts or cities, and was rarely used in more open areas.

In addition, the "Desert Marauders", who have traditionally used horses, bows and arrows, and other cold weapons, go out to plunder without carrying heavy cannons - the use of artillery does seem a little puzzling.

What the hell is going on?!

The merchants and caravan guards continued to be vigilant.

"If this cannon is really theirs...... I'm afraid we're not quite hiding behind here...... "Caravan Captain Desert Wasteland Blade" speculated as he looked around, looking for anything else that was safer, such as a rocky place behind the dunes.

It's not safe to just hide behind this rock - if the opponent's cannonball hits the nearby rocks, the cracked pieces of broken stone will hit the people behind the rocks at high speed, which is naturally not to be underestimated!

"What's that?!What's that?!"

"Run!"

"Run away!

"Hurry up!"

"Hurry up, or the shells will come in!"

Not far away, the panicked and chaotic cries of the "Desert Marauders" were heard.

"They...... Those marauders have escaped?!" said one of the caravan guards in confusion, "It seems that it is not the cannon of the 'Desert Marauders'!"

"Is it a provincial defense soldier?!" said the merchant next to the caravan escort captain "Desert Wasteland Blade", guessing with some uncertainty, "but...... How would they know we were here?...... Need rescue ?......"

"Wait...... The sound of this cannon sounds a little ......!" The caravan captain "Desert Wasteland Blade" immediately noticed something strange.

Indeed, the sound of this cannon is quite different from the cannon sound that the caravan escort leader "Desert Wasteland Blade" heard before - from the sound, it can be heard that this is not the kind of artillery that the caravan escort leader "Desert Wasteland Blade" has seen before!

In addition, and it is also very strange - after the artillery fires, another loud bang is heard in the immediate vicinity.

What kind of artillery is that, no one knows......

These people, who are either confused or happy, have not yet realized that the crisis that is quietly approaching has appeared here!