"Good man, please help me!" The bearded farmer in the middle of the road was wearing a simple linen coat and a patched hood on his head. He covered his knees with his mud-covered hands, and apples were scattered on the muddy floor next to him.

"Fatty, go up with two caravan guards to see what's going on. Remember, be smart. Everyone else, beware of the surroundings!" Simon squinted his eyes and looked at the helpless farmer in the middle of the road. Now, no matter from that perspective, it seemed like a very ordinary accident.

"Oh, dear God, please help him for the sake of being a Christian. I understand the despair and helplessness of a man being hurt in the wilderness that is rarely visited!" The kind-hearted caravan Gugil frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Simon's "over-" reaction and caution.

Simon ignored the discussions of the guys in the caravan behind him, but stared at the farmer who was still wailing and the fat man who came forward with Pedi and another caravan guard who slept in the horse manure last night.

"What's wrong with you?" The fat man and the other two walked to the farmer who covered their legs and stopped not far away. At this time, the fat man was able to look at the injured farmer closer.

This farmer looks very honest, and at first glance he is the kind of coward who dares to fight back no matter how he is bullied. His hands are covered with calluses, and he looks like a man who makes a living every day. His twisted expression and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead seem to tell everyone that he is enduring great pain.

"This first, sir, my master's housekeeper asked me to transport a cart of apples from the village of Hostende, not far away to the brewery in Katzenelenbogen, Frankfurt County, but something unexpected happened halfway through, I fell off the car and broke my leg. When I opened my eyes, I found that I could not stand up, and I didn't know where my carriage had gone." The bearded farmer had a bitter face, and his anxious and annoyed expression was enough to make the most ruthless executioner sigh for him.

The fat and the other three noticed that there were indeed two deep rut marks on the muddy road that extended to the end of the road with vision in the distance, and a few apples were scattered around the farmer and on the road not far away.

"this……"

For a moment, even Pedi, who had been following the caravan for a long time, had a hard time.

"Sir, if my master knew about it, I not only lost a car of apples, but also lost his horse and wooden cart. I swear he would definitely hang me! Please, take me with me later. There is no place for me to sit in this place!" The bearded farmer choked up as he said, tears mixed with the mud on his face flowing down.

"It seems that this is just an ordinary accident. Call Mr. Aubrey and Lord Simon over here." The caravan guard, who was smelly and covered in horse manure, completely relaxed his guard, and even urged the fat man who was still thinking about something.

"Okay, there should be no problem." Finally, the fat man spoke. The smelly caravan guard immediately turned around and shouted loudly to the caravan and Simon who were still watching vigilantly, indicating that everything was normal.

"It seems nothing is wrong, let's go over." Simon's frown slightly soothed, and said to Aubrey, a cowardly businessman riding a pack horse next to him.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that this young Lord Simon was also a timid and indecisive nobleman," the caravan with a ponytail and beard threw the rusty sickle in his hand back into the debris of the carriage, and muttered to Gejill next to him, "It's really worse than the waste lord in my hometown who is afraid of the dead."

"Yes, yes, you're so brave." Caravan Guyer said perfunctorily, and a strange chuckled inadvertently.

The caravans always encounter all kinds of things on the way to travel around the world, maybe the trunks standing in the middle of the road, the dilapidated box car abandoned by the road, or even several rotten and stripped-out corpses.

Every time everyone is on guard and passes carefully, but most of the time they are in peace. Therefore, when encountering such an accident scene with sufficient evidence and sufficient physical evidence, the caravan folks who judged based on past experience will feel ridiculous and dissatisfied with Simon's caution. They have never seen any forest bandits who cannot even fill their stomachs with their own stomachs to carefully arrange an accident with so many fresh apples.

"Everyone is vigilant, don't take it lightly!" Simon couldn't help but say loudly when he saw Miller, Gabriel and the caravan guards in the team lowered their shields. Simon even saw a guard behind the caravan with a relaxed face, and he carefully carried his bumpy and scratched shield back behind his back, unscrewed the wine pot and continued to drink.

"Hey, man, try to see if you can stand up." The caravan guard covered in horse manure also carried the wooden shield in his hand behind his back, took the dagger back into the scabbard at his waist, stepped on the sticky mud and walked up to the farmer, bent down to try to hold him up.

"Puff!"

What the caravan guard covered in horse manure did not expect was that the farmer who was wailing with his legs just now had a small dagger in his hand, and now the dagger had been inserted into his neck.

"Woooo!" The poor caravan guard's neck instantly shot out blood and knelt on the ground. Before he completely lost consciousness, he looked at the bearded farmer with a grim smile, "repaying grudges for hatred."

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh!"

Before everyone could react, arrows were roaring towards the moving caravan in the woods on both sides of the road ahead with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Enemy attack!" Simon shouted, subconsciously raising the shield in his hand. Almost at the same time, a white feathered arrow inserted into Simon's cavalry kite-shaped shield.

"Be careful, be careful!" The caravan guys quickly searched for cover. Fortunately, there were not many archers on the other side, and the white mist now made it difficult for the attackers hiding behind the bushes to aim.

"Ah!" The caravan guard who had retracted the shield behind the caravan was shot in the chest. Before he could have time to be glad that the death arrow did not penetrate his mail, he was hit hard on the back of his head.

Sure enough, the suspicious caravanist Gejil was holding a short axe in his hand, stained with the blood of the caravan guard who was talking to him not long ago. Then, Gejil, who licked the blood that was splashing beside his lips, swung the axe to another caravanist who was standing in the spot with wide eyes full of fear.

"Kill these bastards!" The rough roaring sounds in the grass and woods on the roadside, and the sound of dead branches and leaves being slashed and broken, as if the deadly war hammers kept pounding the anxious and fearful hearts of the guys.

"Ah, my God!" The farmer who had pretended to be broken before wanted to escape into the bushes on the side of the road after killing the smelly caravan guards, but a sharp flying axe then penetrated deep into his back, allowing him to understand what it is to truly not stand up.

“Wow!!”

After the caravan guard Pedi hit the farmer who pretended to be broken, he heard the movement from the grass beside him and got closer and closer. Without thinking too much, he took another flying axe from his waist and threw it into the grass. A painful scream followed.

The fat man next to Pedi had already tried a few moves with a bandit who seemed to have two brushes.

The gangster was wearing a studded leather helmet, a torn wool robe, and a blood-stained leather vest. Unlike other yellowish-faced bandits, even though he was wearing a loose wool robe, the fat man could clearly see the obvious muscle outline under his surface clothes. It seemed that he was usually well-behaved, so he should be the small leader among this group of gangsters.

"We must deal with him as soon as possible, and then kill the damn arrowheads behind him!" Pedi said to the fat man.

"Okay, let's go together." The fat man couldn't help but say hurriedly when he saw the archer hidden among the trees hitting the two caravans' friends again, and even almost shot Simon.

"Despicable stranger," for a moment, the little bandit leader who seemed a little panicked in the face of the siege of the two people cursed angrily, and then raised his throat and shouted, "John, Josen, where are you two idiots??Did you die??"

"Stand by!"

On the other side, Simon, Miller and Gabriel and two other surviving caravan guards were struggling to withstand the attacks of the bandits. Some brave caravan guys also picked up their weapons and slashed at the abominable robbers.

"You damn traitor Gejill, I advised Mr. Aubrey not to hire you thief-headed things when I was in Cologne. It seems that my guess is right. You are one of these damn robbers," the caravan with a ponytail and mustache shuddered in anger when he saw Gejill kill his fellow countrymen. He picked up a sickle from the carriage, pointed at Gejill's nose and cursed with gritting teeth, "I swear, I will definitely not let you see the sun tomorrow!"

Gejil was obviously not an ordinary person. He easily avoided the unruly and slashed his stomach with an axe.

The guy with a ponytail and beard fell to the ground because of great pain, and then he knelt on the ground with his stomach covering his hands. Then, he felt a strong wind blowing in his ears, and then he lost consciousness in front of him.

"Just, I want me to not see tomorrow's sun. I see that you, a weak guy, can't even see today's dusk." Gejil sneered and slapped the corpse of the bearded guy with a broken head, rubbing the brain-stained axe, and then stood up.
Chapter completed!