Speaking of which, Rank's Bandits had always relied on robbing to make a living. The biggest one they did was to kill all the members of a caravan of more than 50 people. The entire Bloody Hand Bandits only had a total of more than 40 people before Henry brought a group of people. Since the arrival of these skilled guys, the "business" had become bigger and bigger.
But at the same time, this also made the Bandits more confident than ever. They naively thought that as long as it was a fat sheep that they liked, it would definitely not run away.
Rank led almost all the members of the Bandits to the open space where the caravan was located.
Ranke naturally expected the caravan's precaution.
Previously, every time they "worked", Henry would first lead his elite team to carry out the assassination. After Henry sent someone back to report the situation, he would lead his men to clean up the "leftovers". At this time, the other party basically had no ability to resist. They could only let Rank lead a group of bandit-like guys to burn, kill, and loot.
Of course, Rank also questioned why Henry didn't let him lead his team to act with them.
Even if it was a step slower, it would be fine.
The answer he got was Henry's cold eyes and unexplained silence.
So Rank didn't bother to fight for anything. He let Henry "hunt" again and again, and he ate the "leftovers" again and again.
The scout in front stopped and looked around. He hurriedly ran to Rank and said in the dim light, "Boss, they seem to be aware that we are coming!"
Rank coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it on the ground fiercely, saying, "Whether they are aware or not, let's go together!
We will take all the women we catch! "
The scout wanted to say that the number of people on his side didn't seem to be as many as the other party. But when he thought that the Bandits had never failed these days, and he thought of the beautiful women in the slave trading team that they robbed last time, the wretched guy suddenly felt a fire of desire burning from his lower body. He replied with a smile, "Got it!"
Turning back, he shouted at the guys around him whose eyes were filled with plundering light, "Brothers, let's go!
We will take all the women we catch! "
This abrupt shout suddenly startled a flock of birds.
In the eyes of many, this group of bandits was digging their own grave. Were they out of their minds?
Start shouting and exposing your position before the attack?
Did they treat the mercenary group as a decoration?
About 50 meters behind Rank's team, Henry walked calmly behind this messy and disorderly team. His face was still covered with linen, and no expression could be seen. His eyes were still staring ahead blankly. Behind him, there were more than 10 guys in the same clothes.
They wore hoods and worn leather armors similar to Henry's. Their faces were also covered by a piece of cloth as they walked in silence.
The entire team was like a blade in a sheath, silent and oppressive, but with an incomparably powerful lethality.
"Enemy attack!"
In the campsite, someone shouted. Then, figures suddenly sprang out from the surrounding bushes and rushed to the side of the campsite in a disorderly manner!
The other party's momentum seemed to be surging, but when the people on the high platform looked closely, they could immediately tell that these people were just ordinary bandits!
Moreover, they were extremely brainless bandits!
The rest of the archers standing on the high platform saw the figures rushing into their sight and immediately raised their bows to shoot!
"East of the camp, 100 meters, cover projectiles!
Ready to shoot! "
An archer on the high platform temporarily became the leader. Xu Duoping held the crossbow, but did not shoot according to his instructions.
Because of the powerful kinetic energy of his crossbow, the crossbow arrow had almost no parabola within a range of 200 meters. Within a range of 100 meters, it could be said that there was no deviation of more than 3 centimeters!
Many people calmed their breathing, slowly raised the crossbow, aimed at the bandits of the Bloody Hand Bandits who rushed in front, and pulled the trigger extremely steadily.
Rank never dreamed that the other party was already ready for battle. According to Rank's ideal situation, his seventy brothers would rush out of the woods like a swarm of bees. At this moment, the other party should throw away their helmets and armor and resist stubbornly. However, under the bright sky, Rank was shocked to see the other party's defensive formation with carriages as fortifications!
There was even a high shooting platform!
"Damn it!
What's going on? "
Rank was a little panicked because he saw that the other party seemed to have a lot more people than his side. "Hick!
Take your people and kill!
Don't leave anyone alive!
Damn it! "
The guy called Hick shouted, "Brothers, kill!" and rushed to the side of the caravan that looked more vulnerable and unprotected.
Rank was quite satisfied with this big guy. He was the most obedient guy among his subordinates. He was brave and unparalleled. Every time they robbed a fat sheep, he was the one who rushed to the front. Several times, when the opposite side saw this guy roaring like a wild boar and brandishing a knife, some people were so scared that they directly disarmed and surrendered!
In the face of battle, morale was the most important!
Rank's not-so-smart brain secretly admired his own method. Let Hick take the lead and drive the morale. My side will definitely be able to kill this caravan with irresistible force!
Just like countless times before!
Hick, who was praised by him, roared and took a step forward five meters!
He raised his two-handed axe and rushed to the caravan with amazing momentum. Then —
"Puff!"
When the guy behind Hick saw Hick's bravery, his courage was greatly boosted. He shouted and swung his saber to attack, but he suddenly felt a salty taste at the corner of his mouth. He subconsciously licked his lips, and a salty smell assailed his nostrils. When he looked up again, he saw that Hick, who was like a bull just now, had lost his balance and fell to the ground. Using his momentum, he rolled on the ground for a while. When he looked again, he saw that there was an arrow stuck in his bloody head!
With this shock, this fellow, who had already been exposed, immediately came to a halt!
Just as he hesitated whether he should continue to move forward, he suddenly felt a strong force hit his chest, and then he was lifted into the air by this force!
He flew backward for more than a meter, and when he fell to the ground, he was no longer breathing!
The powerful force of the crossbow caused the arrow to penetrate his chest, directly penetrating and shattering his heart!
Many people stood on the high platform, calmly aiming at the bandits who rushed to the camp like a flock of sheep.
That's right, in many people's eyes, they were like lambs, waiting to be harvested by the crossbow.
The mercenaries in front of the camp swallowed nervously. When they saw Hick, who was roaring and rushing towards them with an unstoppable momentum, they could not help but feel a little nervous. Some mercenaries who had never experienced a large-scale battle even had the urge to turn around and run away. However, when they saw the two guys in front of them die in a breath's time, they suddenly felt heroic!
The morale of the bandits who followed behind suddenly stagnated!
Then, the guys who followed behind did not look at Hick again. They stepped on the bodies of the bandits and continued to rush forward!
However, just after taking three steps over Hick's body, this guy suddenly missed a step and fell into the grass!
Because he rushed forward too fast, he staggered and fell to the ground. At the same time, seven or eight people behind him fell at the same time!
Suddenly, countless pitch-black sharp spikes extended from the ground to the top!
They covered nearly ten square meters!
These seven or eight people were suddenly pierced by the thorns while they were running. They fell uncontrollably and were instantly poisoned to death by the poisonous thorns!
At this moment, the momentum of the bandits had completely disappeared. The first spurt of energy, the second decline, the third exhaustion!