A tight shield formation composed of more than 20 people blocked the impact of most of the bandits. As the shield formation stabilized its position, it continued to thrust out short spears and long swords and smashed heavy hammers and tomahawks. The bandits in front of the shield suffered a large number of casualties. In less than a bag of water, five bandits fell in front of the shield formation.
Seeing that the shield formation was unable to break through from the front, a bandit leader and three minions tried to bypass the shield formation and attack the side.
Art, who was pulling out the knight sword from the belly of a bandit, saw several bandits trying to bypass the shield formation, and shouted loudly to Ron, who was on the left side of the shield formation: "Ron, there are enemies on the flanks."
Ron picked up the shield and knocked down an enemy in front of him, then pulled Jason from the shield formation, who was swinging his dagger to slash in front of him, and ran towards the bandits on the left.
When Ron arrived at the rear, several bandits had already chopped down two coachmen who had not had time to hide under the carriage, and had already raised their axes to chop down a screaming soldier on the ground who had been hit by an arrow. In the critical situation, Ron did not hesitate at all. He picked up a short spear on the ground and used it as a javelin to throw it at the bandit holding the axe. The hand ax that fell on the chest of the wounded soldier was bounced off by the short spear along with its owner. The moment the bandit holding the ax fell, Jason had already rushed forward with his short sword and slashed a gap in the long knife in the hand of the other gangster. After Jason joined, Ron and Jason formed a shield formation back to back to resist the bandits who were besieging them from three sides.
Benson, who had barely escaped, stopped rolling. After the initial panic and severe pain, he also regained his blood courage. He knew that if Ron and Jason could not stop the bypassing bandits, he would not be able to escape the next axe.
Benson was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder and his entire left arm was numb. He took a deep breath, supported his body with his right hand and stood up slowly. He pulled out a wooden-handled short knife from his waist and stabbed the three bandits who were surrounding Ron and Jason with a shout. The bandit who was slashing at Ron's wooden shield did not notice Benson rushing behind him. Benson reluctantly took a few steps and bumped into the bandit's back. The bandit staggered due to the impact, and the wooden handle dagger was buried in his back. The bandit turned his head back, a mouthful of blood welled up from his chest and lungs, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching.
After losing an opponent, the pressure on Ron and Jason suddenly decreased. After receiving a slight stab in the arm, Ron stabbed the broadsword in his hand into the abdomen of the bandit leader. The remaining minion finally couldn't hold on under Ron and Jason's chops in turns. He blocked and retreated, trying to return to the group.
In front of the shield formation, the bandits had spontaneously given up the attack and tried to go around to the flanks to avoid the sharp blades that were constantly thrust out of the shield formation. However, the shield formation continued to adjust its direction under the command of Art and Odo, always pointing the front at most of the bandits.
The scattered bandits on both sides of the shield formation have been stared at by Baron Balian and two attendants who have just returned. Baron Balian and his two attendants were warriors who had experienced fierce battles. They showed no fear in the face of the seven or eight bandits. Their swords and spears had no tricks in their hands. Their movements were simple but deadly. In less than a moment, three bandits fell under Baron Balian's sword.
As time passed, the situation in the open space began to reverse. Although several soldiers in the patrol team fell down, the bandits had already killed more than a dozen people in front of the shield formation. However, the shield formation showed no intention of being breached. The gap just exposed by the fallen soldiers would be immediately filled by the people next to them.
After killing the last bandit who bypassed the shield array, Ron was not in a hurry to return to the shield array. He quickly ran to the hitching post with Jason, untied the reins of the two horses, jumped on the horse's back, turned the horse's head, and made a semicircle towards the bandit's back. After the horse speed increased, he threw a short spear at the bandit, then pulled out the broad sword from his waist and charged at the bandit's back diagonally.
The gangsters behind saw the cavalry rushing over from the side and rear, and shouted in surprise: "Cavalry!! The cavalry is coming!!" After saying that, they ignored the comrades in front of them who were fighting hard and started to flee in the direction they were coming.
Several bandits who heard the alarm from their companions turned around and caught a glimpse of the two cavalrymen who were charging towards them. They all retreated backwards. This retreat triggered a chain reaction of several people around them.
When Ron and Jason came galloping over, seven or eight bandits had already escaped for more than ten steps. Ron and Jason drove their horses into the bandits, only to hear a muffled sound of broken bones and warps, and several bandits were knocked down by the horses...
"Disperse the pursuit!"
"Roar!"
With a loud roar, the shield formation was divided into five or six three-person battle formations, and they attacked the bandits who were gradually retreating... "Art, stop chasing, mount your horse to intercept them, don't let them run into the dense forest." Seeing that the battle had been decided, Baron Balian stopped Art, who was planning to lead his troops in pursuit. He ran back to the hitching post, took off the reins, climbed on his horse, and led the two attendants towards the edge of the dense forest.
Att also got on his horse and chased after him.
Over the past three days, dozens of bandits have been hiding in the woods more than five miles away from the convoy and following them from a distance. They have been eating hard bread and cold water for several days, in order to prevent the convoy's guards from discovering their whereabouts, hoping to give the convoy the illusion that no one dares to make any plans. In fact, they basically did it. In the past, the men in black would patrol the surrounding two miles before camping, and then send soldiers to patrol and guard the area continuously. However, today they only casually inspected the surrounding area of the camp without conducting a careful survey, and the person responsible for standing guard has not yet entered the guard post.
The leader with the pointed face and monkey cheeks decisively seized the opportunity and urged a surprise attack before dark. However, he would not have expected that the black-robed soldiers in the camp would react so quickly. The men in black had already begun to gather before they could break out of the dense forest. When they seized the last opportunity to rush out of the dense forest, more than a dozen black-robed soldiers had already assembled in the open space, and more and more black-robed soldiers continued to join the shield formation...
But now the sharp-faced monkey-cheeked leader has already arrived. There was no time to think about why the numerically superior side was defeated so easily. His thigh, which had been stabbed with a bloody hole on the inside by a short spear, began to numb. In order to approach the convoy quietly, their horses were hidden deep in the dense forest. The five or six minions who had fled earlier had already entered the dense forest. Once those guys took away the life-saving horses, he would really be unable to escape after being injured.
There were still more than ten steps to get into the dense forest. He yelled at the two men who were helping him escape and quickened their pace, staggering towards the dense forest.
Seeing that they were about to enter the dense forest, several cavalrymen suddenly rushed out from the right side. Before the sharp-faced monkey-cheeked leader could turn his head to take a look, he was knocked to the ground by a war horse. His eyes were filled with darkness...
.........
It was already dark, and the open space in front of the dense forest was lit by a bonfire.
Hand about half a mile around the camp, Odo personally led two complete combat groups to carry out armed patrols continuously to guard against possible enemies. After all, during the battle in the evening, more than a dozen minions fled into the dense forest, and their big leader was now imprisoned in the camp. They might risk rob the camp at any time.
The patrol soldiers who had fought bloody battles for the rest of their lives around several bonfires in the camp were chewing the roasted bacon while loudly bragging about their bravery and achievements in the evening battle.
In a large military tent, the "cook" Spencer was "treating" a wounded soldier whose belly was cut open with the help of three soldiers. He stuffed the injured soldier's intestines into his stomach desperately. The blood that kept pouring out soaked Spencer's hands, and the severe pain made the wounded soldier keep struggling and roaring.
Spencer yelled at a few helping soldiers: "Trash, let you three hold him down, are you all wimps?"
Spencer glanced at a wounded soldier sitting next to him with an arrow in his shoulder. Spencer turned around and shouted: "Who is blind? Come here and help. He's just hit by an arrow. Why are you pretending to be dead? Get over here."
After scolding the wounded soldier, Spencer continued to stuff intestines into his belly, and kept nagging: "It's so fucking unlucky. I'm as tired as an animal every day, and I have to be a "barber." If I had known better, I might as well be a soldier..."
The screams of slaughtering pigs in the small tent next to it drowned out the roars of the wounded soldiers in the treatment tent. Baron Balian crossed his hands and watched with interest as Art used the hilt of his sword to smash the fingers of the ugly guy with a sharp face and monkey cheeks into pieces. Every time he smashed one, there was a loud roar.
"Let me ask you one last time, do you have any other accomplices? Where is the bandit's lair?"
The pointed-faced monkey's face was distorted and his teeth were grinning, and there were blood stains on his teeth. Three of his fingers had been smashed, and he was about to faint from the pain.
“Let me go, I’ll give you all my belongings.” The sharp-faced monkey-cheeked man squeezed out a sentence through the bloody teeth.
Matt took a pinch of salt handed over by Ron and slowly sprinkled it on the injured leg of Monkey-faced Monkey. Monkey-faced Monkey looked at the white powder sprinkled on the blood hole on the inner thigh in horror, "Bastard, what did you sprinkle?"
Matt stared at the broken salt particles slowly melting at the entrance of the blood hole and said, "Don't worry, you will know in a minute." He pressed the salt particles into the wound with his fingers.
"Ah!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
“By the way, tell him that the bandits in the southern hills are basically here, and the remaining few minions will not have a big impact on his caravan. So ask him not to forget to pay me a certain amount of salary in advance, and the rest will be discussed after we return safely. "Sir, we have cleared away the bandits in the southern hills so quickly, I am afraid Lord Galvin will not give out the salary so easily." Ron has seen the cunning of the businessman, not to mention that this businessman is still wearing the cloak of a noble.
Att wiped the greasy blood on his hand on the curtain of the military tent and said, "I guess Lord Galvin is a reputable nobleman, and he won't care about this small amount of money. Besides, he still has so many animals and carriages waiting for us to send them back."
Matt raised Ron's bleeding arm and looked at it for a while, then said: "Go find someone to bandage it, and then go down to rest and have something to eat. By the way, go find Bass and Tuba. Forget it about Kazak, he is injured and let him rest for a while."
"Okay, sir."
Seeing Ron walking towards the bonfire, Art turned and entered his military tent. Two of Baron Balian's attendants were dragging the body of the pointed-faced monkey out of the tent. Art entered the tent and said to Baron Balian: "Sir, we should discuss whether it is necessary to annihilate these bandits in one fell swoop~"