After the battle just now, the jungler team won a small victory almost without any damage, killing three veteran caravan guards in charge of detection, and the panther warrior Klut had already established his prestige. The weight of what he said also became heavier, and most of the people in the team were willing to listen and carry it out carefully.

After all, the goods carried by this "medium-sized" caravan were relatively in-demand commodities, especially the indispensable grain, which was estimated to be corn that could be retained. In addition, including salt and iron, it is also very valuable, if you can snatch some of it and keep it for your own use, who will have a conscience to reject it?

It was the same men who acted as bait, this time more experienced, plucking the leather armor from the dead caravan sentry, cutting it from the shoulder, and half of it draped on the back.

This has two advantages, when escaping, the back has an extra layer of protection, which can more or less resist the bows and arrows of the caravan guards. Secondly, this is the leather armor of the caravan sentinels, appearing on them, so that the caravan guards can see, maybe someone can't help but break away from the brigade, and they can better complete the task of the decoy.

For both reasons, the panther warrior Kruda agreed to the new distribution of the loot, after all, the few people who acted as bait took the most risks, and even if they didn't do anything, they still had to be given a certain amount of oblique care.

"If there is anyone who disagrees, please stand up immediately, and I will make appropriate arrangements for this person to take on the task of luring the caravan guards to the crusade. ”

The words of the panther warrior Klut are reasonable, so even if someone is uncomfortable, they dare not say it in front of everyone, even if Nikon and the other three have dark power, they all acquiesce in this method of distributing loot.

After the jungler team took their respective positions, they waited for a while before they saw the caravan that was long overdue. Compared to their actions and demeanor when they first met, their attitude was a little conservative, and the caravan guards were close to the pack beasts, their eyes looking around, and they looked very vigilant.

The panther warrior Krut began to speculate in his heart: "Maybe the caravan has sensed the danger! There may be a special method of communication between the sentry and the caravan master, and their death is equivalent to a warning to the caravan." ”

Thinking that the target he was about to attack was not an ignorant fat sheep, but an armed bighorn sheep, the panther warrior Klut's forehead ached faintly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and rub them lightly, only to relieve it slightly.

At this moment, the bait, which was responsible for luring the enemy deeper, jumped out, grabbed a few stones in his left hand for backup, grabbed one of them with his right hand, and smashed it vigorously at the pack beast at the front of the caravan.

The senior guards immediately discovered these people, and saw that the stones that broke through the air fell far or near, and they could not hurt the pack beasts in the caravan at all, and they were worried that they would attack one after another, so they simply struck first and threw wooden short spears to fight back.

The accuracy of the hasty counterattack was really worrying, and the most threatening short spear, the cheeks of the thief who cut the path of the road, swept over the cheeks, and there was no blood at all, let alone effective killing.

It's a pity that these baits were too bold, and they were frightened by the sporadic spear throws of the caravan guards, and even the second round of stones fell to the ground casually, and out of the idea of saving their lives first, they turned around and fled without hesitation.

The sharp-eyed guards quickly drew their bows and arrows, and fired two arrows in succession with their hands, and more than a dozen arrows shot into the grass scatteredly, not even hitting a single target.

However, they are not without gains, people with good eyes have already seen that these cowardly cockroaches are covered with the leather armor of a sentry, after all, bison skins are rare, not warriors with a symbol of bravery (blood-stained feathers), ordinary people are not qualified to wear them at all.

Soon, the caravan master learned of this, this middle-aged man with light black skin, who had also seen the world and was an experienced senior merchant, pinched his beard and groaned for a moment before he spoke slowly.

In other words, the caravan sentry who has lost contact is likely to fall into the hands of these few people. They were all samurai whom I had personally recruited, and if they weren't from a freedman's background, they would have no problem serving in the city-state guard. The three of them combined can even kill a two-feather samurai, and I don't believe they will die at the hands of a few thieves who cut the path in their way. There must be some deception in this!"

The caravan leader looked at the secluded and deep jungle, as if he saw a war leopard eyeing the jungle, hidden in the depths of the jungle, and he immediately understood that this caravan was being targeted. It is estimated that it is either the private army of the city-state nobles, or the city-state guards who secretly do dirty work to find extra money.

A senior guard couldn't help but ask: "My lord, could it be a homeless fugitive slave begging for a living in the wilderness, gathering together to attack us for a bite to eat?"

When the caravan master heard this, he looked at the usually trustworthy guard with the eyes of an idiot, and he was embarrassed to look at it, and bowed his head in shame, before he laughed with satisfaction, in a tone that was slightly mocking and sarcastic.

"The commoners and slaves who have turned their backs on the city-state are a bunch of cowardly cowards, and I don't think they would have the courage to gather as many people as they gathered? ”

At this moment, the twelve alpacas at the back of the caravan were attacked by a large number of fugitive slaves who suddenly appeared, and the guards in charge of security were so miserable that they couldn't help but blow the horn for help.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo...... Woo."

The sound of three long and two short cries for help, made by the horns of the beauties refined by the craftsmen of the city-state, hit the face of the caravan master, and the senior guards nearby saw that his face was red, obviously out of anger, and they all obediently closed their mouths and did not dare to speak.

"Hah...... Haha, it must be the city guards dressed as fugitive slaves, they like to do this kind of stupid thing in private. Lure the enemy in front and attack in the back. I am most familiar with the routine of the city guards. ”

The caravan leader crossed his hands on his hips, and his chest was raised high: "The most valuable phantom beast fur, under my nose, you all give me a close look." Also, give orders with trumpets to the guards at the back of the caravan to throw a few alpacas and their caravans to satisfy them. It's all food anyway, and it's not worth a few bucks!"

It is not uncommon for them to survive with their tails cut off, and the senior guards all know how to deal with it, and they don't need the caravan master to give an order, so they take the initiative to go down and arrange.

As the sound of a long and a short bull's horn sounded, the guards at the back of the caravan immediately understood, tacitly abandoned the three alpacas, and fought and retreated to protect the other pack beasts, and moved closer to the middle of the caravan.

A dozen well-trained archers here have already reacted, and quickly bent their bows and arrows, scattering at the fugitive slaves who dared to continue adventuring, not seeking to kill these bandits of unknown origin in large numbers, but with a serious warning: If you continue any longer, I will be serious.

Unfortunately, the arrows fired by the archers were wasted. The three alpacas, along with their loads, were swept into the jungle by the fugitive slaves, so that arrows of great force chased them to their heels and fell to the ground.

The caravan guards couldn't help but exchange glances, and they all saw that the other party's faces were a little strange, and a certain senior guard couldn't help but sneer.

The fugitive slaves who robbed this time were certainly not greedy city guards. Their appetites are usually great, and three alpacas and several generations of grain and salt are divided equally, and they will not stop without taking half of the caravan's goods at the risk of injury or even death. Believe me, this time it's really a fugitive slave who survives in the wilderness!"

The news spread by word of mouth, quickly spread the wings of rumors, and soon reached the ears of the caravan leader, and his face turned red again, but it was indeed a good thing that he was not attacked by the city-state patrol, at least fortunately, and he was not annoyed and angry about his gaffe again.

"This trade route is a bit unstable, and after the completion of this transaction, it is better to come less in the near future. For now, let's get on the road!"

With the order of the director, the caravan, which had suffered a light injury, suddenly increased its speed and headed towards its destination, Black Rock City.

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