Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 175 Black Eat Black Eat Black

The stars and the moon hang low.

The leader of the caravan sat by the bonfire, biting the dry and hard bread, looked up at the sky, and muttered:
"Forget it, let's camp here first, and then enter the forest tomorrow... I don't want to spend the night in the Blood Demon Village."

The members of the caravan sitting around the bonfire made muffled echoes.

This group of businessmen from Huafang Town patted their buttocks and stood up, took out a sleeping bag covered with mud from the room full of goods on the back of the mule and horse, and then spread it on the ground, which was regarded as a guarantee for camping overnight;

Now, the temperature in the Land of Cracking Soul has gradually warmed up. Sleeping in the wild overnight is not a big deal for the weather-beaten wasteland traders.

Before getting into his sleeping bag, the caravan leader deliberately turned his head and yelled at the campfire:
"Hey! That newcomer! You are in charge of the night watch today, don't let the flame go out, otherwise I will feed you shit!"

Sitting shyly by the campfire, the "newcomer" who was wrapped tightly in a cotton coat let out an embarrassed "oh".

It wasn't until the leader of the caravan got into his sleeping bag, and the deafening snoring sounded like a symphony in this small valley, that the newcomer in charge of the night watch carefully pulled off the face towel against the wind and sand, and took a deep breath in the air that smelled of ashes.

As the veil came down, his young eyebrows, dark yellow but smooth skin, and the mustache that stretched across his lips like a wire brush were all clearly illuminated by the warm red light.

Despite the disguise, despite the heavy makeup, despite the overly exaggerated fake mustache...

...But any Igor pioneer army recruit who lives in Tongque Terrace can immediately recognize that this person is their revolutionary comrade——Dear Alan Hotelling!
At the Huangpo Military Academy at the time, the "special mission" assigned to Allen by the adjutant of the Pioneer Army Commander Chris Mann was actually very simple:
Go to the "Bloodthorn Woodland" area where the Blood Demon Village is located, and investigate the movements of these wilderness bandits.

There is no other reason why Shuangfengling sent scouts on its own initiative, and it is because the recent behavior of these wasteland bandits is a bit too quiet.

When the "Bandit Allied Forces" sent people to the door to fight, the attitude was so arrogant, the tone was so arrogant, and the statement of "sending troops to attack Shuangfengling as soon as the spring begins" was so swearing!
It can be said that the reason why Shuangfengling has been intensively recruiting and training soldiers these days is precisely to cope with the joint offensive of the barren bandits at the beginning of spring;
And even a big-headed soldier like Alan Hotelling who did not participate in the diplomatic affairs of the territory and only knew about serious training was enough to smell the gunpowder that permeated the air in the land of the broken soul. The Igor family occupying a corner of the wasteland , There is bound to be a battle between the bandits of the Land of Cracking Souls who screamed in the mountains and forests.

But the problem is, seeing that spring is here, the stream has thawed, and everything looks like it just woke up, and I opened my eyes happily——

But the "Bandit Allied Forces", which had been talking harshly before, has not moved at all so far.

This makes Shuangfengling, who has been nervous and maintained a state of combat readiness, waiting for a wave of defensive counterattacks to make his name, extremely embarrassing-like a young man who has been single for 30 to [-] years, halfway through the wedding night in the bridal chamber When I was interrupted by a phone call from my immediate boss, I was so uncomfortable that I could scratch my head and scratch my head.

At the same time, the senior officials of Shuangfengling were really afraid that the bandit forces, who defied the bloodthirsty norm and did not immediately eradicate the outsiders, were secretly preparing some weapons of mass destruction?
Therefore, Xiahou officials quickly made a decision: send a few scouts who are familiar with the local area to investigate, and see what the gangster coalition forces are doing——

——Even if the scout brought back a tube of washing powder, it would still allow Shuangfengling to know the situation of the bandits, wouldn't it?
After going back and forth, the little brother Alan Hotelling, who was born and raised in the land of cracked souls and was full of class hatred for the bandits, was spotted by Chris and sent to the Bloodthorn Woodland as a scout.

However, Allen is not naturally the kind of soldier who follows the rules.

According to Chris' instructions, he only needs to briefly observe the personnel entering and exiting and the delivery of supplies outside the Gorefiend Village, and confirm whether the cottage is ready for war, and then he can return to his command.

But by coincidence, Alan Hotelling happened to bump into a group of traveling merchants on his way to Bloodthorn Grove.

Now it’s just the beginning of spring, and the wasteland is far from ushering in the golden age of peddlers and peddlers, and this group of peddlers is not going south to do business in the territory of the demons at all—

——They were delivering supplies to the Blood Demon Village!

Don't be surprised, bandits are also human beings, and they also need to eat, drink, eat, drink, and eat. In a sense, they don't do production on weekdays, and their demand for these daily necessities is more dependent on external supply.

Although most of the people in the wasteland have suffered from bandits and robbers for a long time, there will always be some businessmen who like to work for tigers and choose to join forces with evil forces: almost every month, they drive mule carts and sell supplies to the deep mountains and wild forests The major bandit camps in the

——This kind of caravan that only does business with bandits is also the "black caravan" that the people in the land of cracking souls despise.

And what Allen ran into was a "black caravan" that was going to deliver goods to the Blood Demon Village.

Alan Hotelling is a native of the Cracked Soul Land, and it can be said that it is effortless to communicate with the local residents;
So he had an idea, disguised himself as a mercenary who was about to starve to death, and offered to join the black caravan—and the leader of the caravan who was short of manpower accepted the new member only after a short hesitation.

Not all wilderness teams are like Shuangfengling, which has strict requirements on joining. They are black caravans made up of a group of mobs with no discipline at all. They never thought that there was an insider in their team.

As a result, Alan, who suddenly became a member of the black caravan, obtained the right to enter the Blood Demon Village with the team to find out without any effort. Make a good impression on the lord.

What makes Allen a little regretful is that even if it is a black caravan, few members want to spend the night in the blood demon village like a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair-so, the caravan slowed down early today, and only waited until tomorrow morning. After arriving at the Blood Demon Village and completing the handover procedures of the goods, you can run away quickly, and you don't have to stay in the bandits' territory for a moment.

As a result, Alan, the "newcomer" of the black caravan, could only assume the duty of night watch first, and then start his own investigation work after entering the Blood Demon Village tomorrow.

In the cool night breeze, he holds the branch in his hand and pokes the bonfire boredly.

All around, the sound of insects and snoring echoed, and the smell of cigarettes and foot odor flew together.

Alan Hotelling stared at the flying flames obsessively, thinking of his parents, his brother, Sean Mountbatten, and even more so, the young lord of Frost Maple Ridge whom he only had a glimpse of.

"My lord, when will you be able to clean up all these bandits..." Alan poked his cheek with the heel of his palm, and muttered to himself, "You have been the leader of this wasteland for hundreds of years. The first lord on earth..."

The young recruit looked at the flames in a daze, and his figure was a little wobbly.

However, just a moment before the sleepiness hit, Allen's vigilant ears suddenly caught a vision.

In the distance, nocturnal birds startled and flew, and there was a faint tremor on the ground.

The Frost Maple Ridge recruit's first reaction was to reach for the iron-wood dagger wrapped in sackcloth as a cover at his waist, but half a second later, he changed his course and left the campfire without hesitation , and disappeared into the nearby bushes.

Alan Hotelling's decision was timely.

Because after more than ten seconds, a cavalry team of more than 20 people approached the resting place of the caravan, and then under the rough order of the leader, they stopped their horses one after another, and grouped the caravan members in their sleeping bags. surrounded.

The caravan leader in the sleeping bag was also awakened by the noise around him.Like a fat mole, he crawled out of the sleeping bag in embarrassment, and then looked up at the visitor on horseback in amazement.

What surprised him was not the bloodshot, menacing big copper bell eyes of the cavalry leader, nor the dark red long knife on his waist;

Instead, behind the cavalry leader, there was a blood-red skull flag——

——This is the bandit cavalry under the command of the Blood Demon Village!
Suddenly encountering such a group of fierce gods in the middle of the night, the leader of the caravan said that it was impossible not to panic;

However, he soon remembered that his caravan was the "black caravan" that was going to deliver goods to the Blood Demon Village?

In the entire land of broken souls, any caravan has a reason to avoid the Blood Demon Village, but only his caravan is the serious "partner" of the bandits in the Blood Demon Village!
Thinking of this, the leader of the caravan suddenly became more courageous.

He stood up straight, put on a flattering smile, and greeted the cavalry leader:
"Brothers from the Blood Demon Village, right? We are the caravan delivering goods to the Blood Demon Village..."

What greeted him was a whistling whip.

The tall and burly leader of the cavalry didn't see how his arm moved. The whip tip had already exploded in the air in a big arc, and ruthlessly slammed on the caravan leader. One blow turned him into a bloody gourd.

Amidst the heart-piercing howls, the other caravan members who were awakened retracted their heads back into their sleeping bags without hesitation, and their speed was no less than that of the longest-lived tortoise.

Only the wailing of the caravan leader resounded throughout the world:
"My, my lord - I am one of my own - my lord - my lord..."

"Perhaps." The head of the cavalry of the Blood Demon Village still had a cold face, and proudly glanced sideways at the goods on the caravan's mules and horses, but the whip was still wrapped in his hand.

"No matter who they are, don't keep them." Beside the cavalry leader, a leather armor warrior with a long sword on his belt said coldly, "What if they are spies? Put them in the stockade, leak the news, and they are caught by Yi The bastard of the Gore family found out about the military situation...wouldn't that disappoint the adults?"

"Don't worry, I know..." The cavalry leader let out a smirk, flew off his horse, and walked up to the caravan leader who was still rolling on the ground. "There are no shortage of merchants in the wasteland."

His scarred right hand had already held a long knife that drank countless blood from his waist.

"Wh-what? No, no, I'm from..." The pupils of the caravan leader only had time to dilate, but did not have time to shrink.

The blade of the long knife hit the ground hard, splashing dust, blood and fragments of cervical vertebrae.

Killing the leader of the caravan with a single blow, the leader of the cavalry in the Blood Demon Village didn't have any psychological burden to kill allies.

He took another look at the goods on the mules and horses, and shouted an order:
"Divide into a few people, escort this batch of goods back to the stockade, and the others will continue to patrol with me-remember, you must not let the spies of the Shuangfengling dog nobles in!"

A cavalryman asked:
"Boss, what about the rest?"

The leader of the cavalry looked back: on the ground filled with the smell of blood, there were more than a dozen khaki long sleeping bags that were shivering.

He looked at his subordinates, revealing a wordless cruel smile.

The meaning of this smile is, "Do I need to answer such a simple question?"

Therefore, the cavalrymen of the Gorefiend Village got off their horses one after another, and walked to the side of the sleeping bag with their knives in hand.

After a sound of friction like chaff, there were more than a dozen sleeping bags cut in half on the ground, and bright red liquid gushed out from the cut, just like a dozen sliced ​​strawberry pies.

While waiting for his subordinates to sort out the caravan's goods, the cavalry leader stood by the fading bonfire, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, unfolded the paper bag and took a deep breath, and then his eyeballs were all because of the "ghost" The effects of Shadow Dust are tinted light blue.

"Two more days, and the 'Frenzy' will be ready." The leather armor warrior glanced at the cavalry leader with a slight disdain, and said calmly, "Before that, give me a good defense, and absolutely don't leak the news!"

"Don't fucking order me, you dog of Rock Creek City!" The cavalry leader gasped, "It's just an inconspicuous noble territory, I don't even know what the fuck you are worried about!"

"Inconspicuous? Inconspicuous?" The leather armor warrior was stunned for a moment, then sneered and growled, "Tell me, how does an 'inconspicuous' aristocratic territory allow nearly half of the 'Pride of the South' knights to have Go without return?!"

"This can only show that your Rock Creek City is a waste—"

The last word "thing" of the cavalry leader got stuck in his throat.

Because there was already a little shining sword light, flashing on the surface of the skin of his throat, and the sharp point of the sword pointed out a slowly expanding drop of blood.

The leader of the cavalry didn't even see how the opponent drew his sword.

Seeing that the cavalry leader didn't dare to make a sound, the leather warrior put his sword back into its sheath and said coldly:
"If you dare to let me hear nonsense like insulting our brothers in Rock Creek City again, then I will use the heads of you stupid bandits as urinals!"

The anger in the eyes of the cavalry leader did not diminish, but he just swallowed bitterly and did not speak.

Not far away, the cavalry from Blood Demon Village had packed up the caravan's cargo.

The cavalry captain and the leather armor warrior remounted their horses without a word, whistled, and led the patrolling cavalry into the night of the Bloodthorn Forest.

Absolute silence lasted for half an hour.

Then Alan Hotelling cautiously crawled out of the bushes.

There was terror on his youthful face, but more of a proud ecstasy.

This young recruit from Frost Maple Ridge knew that Commander Clement and Lord Lord would definitely reward him a lot.

(End of this chapter)