Chapter 187, The Darkest Moonless Night (10)
What they called a plan was to not engage in reckless confrontations with the large numbers of young refugees, but to kill two or three people, create an atmosphere of terror, drive away and intimidate other young refugees who had lost their will to fight, and go to Driving on the dark business road.
Refugees who don't often eat meat can see well within the range of the fire, but they can stay away from the fire on this moonless night. Then you will become blind and unable to see anything.
At that time, not to mention more than a dozen strong bandits, even a few people can drive away and tie up hundreds of refugees.
Otherwise, just like those idiots in the south, fighting hard is not to say it's not possible, but once there are many refugees and everyone fights back when in danger, how long will the forced bandits have to work to suppress these hundreds of people.
Secondly, from the perspective of these bandits who rely on their brains, refugees are money. Dead refugees are worthless. Only the living can finally be exchanged for silver coins at the place where people are collected in the east.
Nowadays, it is very satisfying to cut down a person, but if you cut down a person, you will lose a silver coin. Thinking of this, the greedy bandits are reluctant to use the knife. They wish that these refugees would be tied up and beaten by them one by one. He was taken away and sold obediently for money.
As for the fate of life after being sold, these bandits have nothing to do with it. After all, they are bandits, heartless bad guys, moral? Follow the law? Reputation?
None at all. They only believe in power and bandit leaders who can bring them benefits.
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Then, the strong middle-aged bandit leader waved his hand, and several of his cronies jumped out of the darkness and walked quickly toward the edge of the row of young refugees.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
With strange screams coming from his mouth, a bandit holding a machete and wearing simple leather armor jumped over the fire. After landing, he quickly moved forward and cut off a young man's head.
"Hash them with rocks! Do it!"
Priest Batal stood in the middle of the crowd. He had the best eyesight. When he saw someone rushing out to attack, he directed people to throw stones.
These stones are the weapons that his young refugees can best use at the moment. Other than that, they only have their fists, legs and feet with which to fight.
Several young people standing on the edge heard the priest's order and immediately pushed through the people blocking them, throwing the stones in their hands forward.
"Hey, stone? Try it for yourselves."
The bandit nimbly dodged the first few rocks, then pulled the arm of the young refugee closest to him, pulled out the huddled crowd while the other person screamed, and used the young man as a human shield. Withstood the next few rocks.
The young refugee, who had been hit with stones several times, had a bruised head and blood. He did not dare to curse at the strong bandits who were holding his arms tightly, so he had to turn around and curse at the young people who were throwing stones at him.
"Yes, yes, that's it, haha, fight them."
This bandit was very mean-spirited. When he saw the conflict started, he immediately let go of the man in his hands, then kicked him in the butt towards the few young men who dared to fight who were throwing rocks at him.
The injured refugee who was released was stunned and was about to run away when a strong bandit's threatening voice came from behind him: "If you don't want to feel the sharp knife cutting your back and chest, just fight with those people, haha, I'm watching you. Woolen cloth."
After being told this, the young refugee, who was still bleeding from his head, felt a surge of strength from nowhere. He threw his bastard fist at the few young men who dared to fight holding rocks.
After the man rushed over, he directly raised his fist and hit the young man in the face. He also pulled the other man's arm and tore the stone he was holding to the ground. He shouted loudly: "It's just you guys who took it." Hit me with a stone, you trash, trash, trash! Look at my head, it's bleeding. If you don't dare to hit the enemy, you dare to hit me on the head, right? Right!"
Tangled together, several people fought together.
The bandit laughed loudly and waved the machete in his hand casually. From time to time he would get close to the crowded crowd and scratch the arms of one or two young refugees who seemed to be resisting. He created fear and rushed out with a few others. The leader's cronies coerced the refugee crowd into chaos and retreated in the direction they needed.
Instead of retreating to the open space, where there were rising fires and good lighting conditions, it was not conducive to subsequent plans. Therefore, these bandits are like shepherd dogs driving sheep, barking and driving the refugees eastward, closer to the trade road.
Facing the trade road, there are young refugees who are the bravest fighters. This group of bandits cleverly does not confront these people head-on. Instead, they start from some ordinary young people on the side who are not so brave, drive them away in greater numbers, and destroy The formation of brave men in front caused the people under command to be overwhelmed by the panicked crowd. In the end, there were more refugees than bandits and fewer people. This became what the bandits wanted to see most. In part, there were more bandits and fewer refugees who dared to fight.
The strong, middle-aged bandit leader, with wild beast-like eyes, watched with satisfaction as his cronies moved the situation little by little to where he wanted to see it.
At this moment, the south side of the clearing suddenly lit up for a brief moment. This unusual scene attracted his attention.
At the same time, Priest Batal in the crowd also noticed.
The priest seemed to have been suddenly reminded. In the chaotic crowd, he and his men pushed through the young refugees squeezing around, passed through a circle of refugees holding simple wooden sticks next to the Kiel carriage, and rode directly onto the Bloody Fang Ste's prairie horse: "I'll ride the horse, Mr. Ste. Keel said you can support the battle, so show me."
In the hood of the carriage, Bloody Fangster, who was holding a crossbow, responded: "No problem, which direction do you want to deal with?"
After riding on the horse, Priest Batal's vision became very good. He was freed from the crowds on the ground. After finally looking back and forth, his expression changed drastically.
Having received church education since childhood, he is considered very knowledgeable and educated. With the impression of dramas about war, it is not difficult for him to see what the sinister intentions of the bandits are.
This group of people wanted to drive the young refugees onto the dark trade road, and then with a small number of people, they could capture all the night-blind refugees.
However, the priest did not want to see a large number of casualties after a head-on confrontation with the bandits, so he pointed at the bandits in front of the crowd with a stinky face: "To deal with the bandits on the opposite side, their leader seems to be in that direction. When you see the shadow of the bandits, just go straight Shoot and drive them back."
Bloody Fangster actually saw the bandits' plans right away in the carriage. To be honest, as a senior caravan guard who has been working for more than ten years, he knows a little about the methods of various bandits. I also experienced some personally.
He was actually not worried about the group of bandits, which was only about a dozen to less than twenty people. After all, even if there were 800 pigs, the bandits would not be able to control them in sufficient numbers.
What he was really worried about was Kiel in the south. Although the light and heat generated by the fire in the open space blocked his view, he could tell just how fierce the fighting was in the south of the open space just by the shouts of killing coming from the south.
"Good priest."
But he chose to believe in the Kiel warriors. After all, although he had not seen it in person, he only heard from others. He knew that the young people who had participated in the battle against the hordes of Kiel harpies and played a role in the battle were not the same. Will be defeated by these ordinary bandits.
This is also true. If it were not for Nobby Fisbylu and his gang, basically the situation encountered by Kiel would be similar to what Bloodfangster expected.
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Bloody Fangster carefully extended the crossbow half way outside the carriage. It was blocked by the leather curtain of the carriage hood and illuminated by the flickering firelight around him. In doing so, he was not disturbed by the bandits in the darkness not far away. See.
Using the illumination of scattered firewood that had been thrown over before, he spotted a young bandit.
The bandit was naked from the waist up, wearing a pair of animal skin pants, and holding a long sword in his hand. He was shouting without taking the hundreds of young refugees in front of him seriously.
In front of the bandits and refugees who were confronting each other across the trade road, this young bandit was following the leader's instructions. From time to time he saw the opportunity and rushed out. He stepped forward and struck a few times with the unarmed refugees. He casually slashed a few people and then retreated. .
But at this moment, the young bandit's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that among the young refugees who dared to fight, there were actually women. Although the other party held a short knife in his hand, the bandit judged at just a glance that the female refugee had no skills. Not only was the knife in his hand unsteady, but he had probably never killed anyone. At this time, in this chaotic place During the occasion, he looked distracted, turning his head repeatedly to look at the south side of the open space behind him.
"Haha, little beauty, where are you looking? Look how good I am!"
Unable to hold on any longer, the young bandit rushed forward and brandished his sharp sword, knocking back several young refugees on the left and right, and scratching one refugee's leg, leaving a long wound.
Immediately, the small group of young refugees crowded back in fear. The woman also wanted to retreat, but a strong hand grabbed her arm, and then pulled her whole body out of the crowd.
"Haha, come with me. Let's find a place to play later. I guarantee you will have a good life in the future."
The young bandit smiled playfully and put an arm around the female refugee who was trying to escape. The other person wanted to stab him with the short knife in his hand, but the young bandit just pulled the other person's arm and swung it. Due to the strength, the female refugee was held in place. Throwing it around, the short knife in his hand fell out without even holding it tightly.
"Hey, that's right, let me sleep tonight and let you eat enough!"
I don’t know what kind of food satisfies people, but then the young bandit’s long sword in his right hand was swung wildly, forcing back the attempts of several female refugee friends around him to snatch the person back.
He then pushed the person to his left shoulder and was about to retreat to 'return to the court in victory'.
On the carriage not far away, Bloody Fangster had been taking aim at him for a while.
The young bandit's body was poorly protected and prone to crossbow damage.
The young bandit frequently launches frontal attacks to contain the enemy, which is advantageous for targeting opportunities.
This young man took advantage of the situation and wanted to take a female refugee back, which would help create the most important targeting opportunity.
Bloodfangster needs a time when the opponent stays where he is and there is no one of his own to block him.
And this opportunity was provided by the other party himself.
Just as the man lifted the female refugee on his shoulders and faced the refugees slowly retreating, Bloody Fangster calmed down and pointed his crossbow arrow at the opponent from a distance.
Taking a good opportunity, he half-crouched in the hood of the carriage, leaned out half of his body, and pointed the crossbow in the direction he was aiming at.
Then he pulled the mechanism under the crossbow and bang!
Whoosh——
A standard Kendall-made crossbow bolt was ejected by the crossbow string through the strength of the crossbow arm, and crossed a low parabola. It hit the young man directly without anyone noticing. The right chest of the bandit.
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puff!
The naked upper body created a perfect target for the crossbow arrows. The sharp arrow pierced the opponent's chest muscles, then the ribs on the right chest and the soft lungs inside. Then, without losing force, it penetrated the back bones and muscles. Kankan revealed half a metal arrow on this guy's back.
"Woo——"
The young bandit was startled, and he took another step back with the force of the arrow. Then severe pain hit him. His legs weakened, and he could no longer carry the female refugee on his left shoulder, and he knelt down on the ground. .
"ah!"
After falling to the ground, the female refugee screamed and was about to crawl back into the crowd of refugees. But she suddenly saw the pink bubbly blood exhaled from the mouth and nose of the young bandit who was lying limply on the ground. Seeing the miserable appearance of this arrogant guy just now, the female refugee immediately opened her mouth and pounced on him. , biting fiercely towards the opponent's thick neck.
Ever since the whole family fled with other villagers, the journey of displacement made her understand early on where the most vulnerable parts of the human body are.
Blood vessels in the neck.
She rushed forward and bit hard, and her mouth was immediately filled with blood and flesh. Her teeth were sore and painful, but she persisted in moving her head from side to side, biting wildly to avenge the man's insult to her just now.
"Hi, ho, ho."
The blood and flesh in her mouth made her nauseous. After tearing off a piece of flesh and blood, she spat it out and faced the young bandit's face.
"Bah! Go to hell!" (Note: In this book, hell and Hades are the same place, but people call it different. Most people will call it hell, while those who have a little understanding of the world after death will call it hell. As hell.)
The female refugee spat a mouthful of flesh and blood onto the other person's face, then took a fancy to the long sword in the other person's hand, then lowered her head and plucked the other person's fingers hard.
The young bandit resisted for a while, but lost too much blood, and was still robbed of his long sword.
The female refugee holding a long sword staggered back to the crowd of refugees and was immediately welcomed and praised by everyone around her: "That's amazing!"
"Nelle, are you not hurt?"
"Bah, I bit him to death and wasn't hurt at all!"
With her mouth full of blood, the female refugee named Niel was immediately surrounded by the crowd. Even the ordinary long sword she took was like a great symbol, giving other refugees around her the courage to fight.
Bloody Fangster chuckled, silently stringing the crossbow and adding arrows.
Prepare for the bandit revenge that is bound to come next.
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"brother!!"
"You ￥%￥ gang, how dare you fight back!"
Two equally young bandits rushed out from across the trade road, one on the left and the other on the right. Ignoring the leader's call, they rushed forward together to bring their friends and companions back.
But the one on the left was rushing to check if his brother was still alive. The next moment, a crossbow arrow shot through his chest.
"Uh--someone is attacking in secret."
This man was hit by an arrow in his body, but he still gritted his teeth and pointed out the direction in which the crossbow arrow came.
But when he opened his mouth, the guy who had been injured on his left chest and lung also spit out pink and foamy blood. He fell softly to the ground, and then rolled and crawled away to the north. The other bandit was so angry that he didn't care that his companion was injured. He pointed out the direction of the crossbow arrow and killed him with a long sword.
At this time, he had already forgotten what his leader had told him not to kill more refugees and to intimidate and drive away the refugees.
This group of bandits actually had some skills, so this guy rushed up and wiped the necks of several refugees with his sword.
"Fight back, right? Sneak attack, right? Fight back, right? You bunch of stinky # ￥ # , do you really think you have any skills? Just look at me and I will cut you all down!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh, I'll cut you down!"
This bandit held swords in both hands and rushed into the crowd, slashing left and right. The originally crowded refugee group made a big gap to avoid this man.
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At this time, Bloodfangster raised his crossbow and swung it left and right, but the refugees were mixed with the invading bandits, so he couldn't shoot an arrow at all. After all, if he attacked in such a chaotic situation, he would have at least half a chance of hitting his own people.
It doesn't matter if the battlefield is chaotic now, but when it gets dark later, when checking the corpses, it will be troublesome if it is discovered that a refugee was shot to death by him with a crossbow. He is not the Battar priest who is traveling with him, or Kiel who does not treat them as the same thing. Those two guys may not treat them as the same thing. If they can solve this problem, they can get the refugees by accident. understanding.
But he can't. When so many people hate him, although it doesn't matter to him, it will have an impact on Kiel's next actions.
In this case, it is better not to take action at all, and only take action if he can accurately shoot the bandit.
Not seeking merit, but seeking no faults, that’s what it means.
Priest Batal couldn't bear to see such a bandit break into the crowd and kill indiscriminately. The crowd was so dense that if there was complete chaos, the consequences of just pushing and trampling would be ten times more serious than the number of people killed by one bandit.
So he took action.
Patting the horses, the priest drove the borrowed prairie horse forward. Fortunately, the refugees would get out of the way when they saw the horses crowding in, so even if the crowd was crowded, the prairie horse could still manage to stay in the crowd. China Mobile.
The red-eyed bandit noticed the approaching Priest Batar, and let out a haha laugh. He felt that he was lucky. The backbone of the refugees, the church priest discovered during the investigation, happened to be approaching him at this moment.
Although the bandit was very excited at this time, he still glanced up and down at the priest opposite.
He was thin and frail, with a panicked look on his face, and he was holding a long, glowing staff. But just by looking at the movement of holding the long staff, you could tell at a glance that the other party had no experience in using this kind of weapon.
He was wearing a robe often worn by priests. It looked gorgeous, but it was made of cloth and was useless. A set of leather pauldrons hung on his shoulders, and a playful heart armor hung on the front of his chest.
The more the bandit watched, the more he felt he could take down the opponent. Taking the person back and handing it over to the leader is a great achievement. Maybe in the future, if the team expands, he can lead a team of people by himself.
In the future, when others brag about it, I can also say that I fought into hundreds of enemy formations alone, captured alive the priest leader who defeated the enemy, and dedicated it to our leader.
He was thinking beautifully at this moment, and without stopping, he stabbed with his right hand, stabbing down the refugee who was running away with his back to him. Then he stepped on the opponent's body that had not fallen down, jumped up and slashed at the opponent's knight with his sword. The horse's head.
But often things don't develop as some people imagine.
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On the business road not far away, the sturdy middle-aged bandit leader stared intensely at what was happening in the bright place ahead.
He did not loudly call back the young man who rushed into the crowd recklessly and killed him. He just wanted to see how good the priest sitting in charge was.
Not far away, the bandit leader saw his men jumping up on the refugees. A smile appeared on his lips, but then he stopped.
Because the priest took out something from his waist and reached forward to hit it. As if being hit by an invisible battering ram, his men flew backwards and flew more than ten meters in the air.
Then it fell to the ground.
But at this moment, the young bandit's hands and feet were already colliding with the ground, and all his hands and feet were broken.
He was in a weird posture, struggling to get up on the ground, but to no avail.