Chapter 160 Gathering Place

The settlement of the refugees is not very far from the Baishui River. After crossing the wasteland on the north bank of the Baishui River, they will enter the mountain forest area. The refugees hide in the forest and rely on the scarce food production in the forest to survive.

The mountain forest is the joint product of the Tanzanian mines and the eastern hilly area. The rolling hills slow down the force of the wind, giving the seeds that ride the wind a chance to take root and sprout here, forming intermittently distributed along the low hillside. Not very dense woodland, which was owned by a long time ago.

A short-lived "Kalg" family briefly reigned over the woodlands and the wasteland on the north bank of the Whitewater, but a plague ended the family's rule hundreds of years ago, and now nature has completely The evidence for the existence of human civilization has been smoothed out. The collapsed castle of the Karger family slept quietly behind an unknown hillside, and these forests and wilderness were too close to the dark mountains and became a place that no one wanted to care about.

As long as any family along the Dark Mountains is destroyed, everyone will agree that it is caused by the curse and chaotic magic from the Gondor Wastes, so such borderless lands are everywhere in the Far South, although it is not far from Andrew Lay. Viscount Slie's territory was separated by only one Tanzanian mine, but the Viscount obviously never thought of sending his own people across the huge Tanzanian Mountain to develop the land opposite the mountain.

The Cecil combatants wore light-weight enchanted armor that was easy to move, equipped with new heat ray guns and magic energy combat backpacks, and walked cautiously and quickly through the mountains and forests according to their previous combat training. They had left the territory one day and one night. Not long ago, I had a rest and a meal, and now I am at the moment when my mental and physical strength are excellent, and the place where the refugees are hiding is not far away.

After entering the mountain forest, it was difficult for the warhorse to be used, so Gawain left the car at this moment, led the horse and walked with Knight Philip, while Amber hung on the broad back of his "Krigg High Warhorse", staggering to and fro. Dozing off.

The reason for using "hang" is that this half-elf lady is really bad at riding. In order to prevent her from falling off her horse, she used several belts and buckles to fasten herself to the saddle. Anyway, she was in an emergency. You can roll into the shadow at any time, and you are not afraid of being tied up and affecting your running.

A guy with elf blood can't even communicate with a horse.

"We're almost there,

Philip Knight looked ahead and said, "In fact, there are many refugee settlements in this area, but they are all hidden in places that are extremely difficult to find, but as long as we can find one, it is easy to contact the others. "

Gawain nodded slightly, but his brows were slightly wrinkled: "Actually, I always feel that this time is a bit weird."

"Strange?" Knight Philip didn't understand, "Where is it weird?"

"Few people will hunt slaves on a large scale after the frost moon, because the temperature drops after the frost moon, farming stops, and it doesn't require much labor, but most people will enter the state of consuming food. Capture slaves in this situation, not only can't let them To work, you need to provide food for nothing to feed them," Gawain shook his head, "unless it is a mine that is not affected by the seasons, where slave labor is needed all year round, but the largest mine in this area is the Tanzanian mine, that Andrew The Viscount has no intention of increasing slave labor recently... and he seems to disdain this kind of act of catching refugees as slaves."

"God knows whose money those mercenaries took," said Knight Philip, "perhaps to be sold to the central region, where there are so many mines and merchants, and the price of slaves in the central region is high, many people will take risks to buy 'private goods'. slave'."

Gawain was noncommittal, and soon, a thin bloody smell drifted into his nostrils.

"Stop!" He waved his hand immediately, and the captains of the soldiers of each squad whispered to stop their teams, and everyone became alert.

Even Amber, who was sleepy on horseback, felt the change in the atmosphere in an instant (that is, the alertness was worthy of her bloodline, although it looked like she had come out of cowardice), she opened her eyes at once, and then The whole person turned into a shadow and ran to Gawain's side: "There is blood in the front!"

"The Holy Light is on!" Wright, the military chaplain, immediately drew a sacred mark on his chest, "Someone is bleeding to death."

The soldiers quickly crossed the trees and bushes under the leadership of Gawain, and the situation of the refugee settlement was presented in front of them.

Those mercenaries have already started.

The settlement was surrounded by a circle of tattered wooden fences and thorns, but it was obviously unable to withstand the beasts holding swords. There was a large open space between a few dilapidated tents. The refugees were driven to gather in the open space, while more than twenty heavily armed mercenaries were divided into two groups. Half were guarding the outer perimeter of the camp, and the other half were facing the gathered refugees with their swords drawn. A man in black half-armor walked up and down in front of these poor soon-to-be slaves, yelling and swearing.

In the open space around them, seven or eight corpses can be seen lying on the ground, all of them being hacked to death by random knives. Obviously, at the first moment when the mercenaries attacked the camp, there was a brief resistance, but this resistance Destroyed by thunder, those corpses that were chopped to pieces on the spot effectively prevented the revolt from escalating and the situation spiraling out of control.

"The equipment is really well-equipped," Gawain analyzed while watching, "and half of them are mixed with civilians. Once the battle begins, they are likely to use those civilians as hostages..."

"Hostages? Are you thinking too much?" Amber glanced at Gawain, "Those are refugees who are treated like livestock by nobles and mercenaries, and the nobles and nobles' armies never care about their lives and deaths, and those mercenaries must think so too. Ours, so they won't use those people as hostages. But it's possible to use them as shields at critical moments... But as long as we can figure out a way to make a big move and catch them off guard, those refugees will immediately flee with a bang, such a situation It's not under the control of those mercenaries. Now is a good time to take advantage of those refugees' hands and feet before they are tied."

Looking at the eloquent half-elf lady who was analyzing, Gawain couldn't help but be stunned, and then realized that he was still affected by the experience of the earth.

Hostages... that only works when you treat people like people, but here, there will never be a villain who puts a knife on the neck of a "untouchable" and threatens a nobleman and yells "Come here again. Just kill him."

Because "normal" nobles would not hesitate to kill "untouchables" along with robbers.

Thinking of this, Gawain sighed, and then took out two crystal grenades: "Then make a big move."

...

Mercenaries of unknown origin attacked the camp, and the few people who subconsciously chose to resist were cut to pieces almost instantly.

Cries and screams swept through the entire settlement in an instant, and subsided in a short time. People were driven out of tents and haystacks by robbers and bandits armed with swords like driven animals. All gathered in the open space in the center of the camp.

As a refugee, even the last bale of straw in their arms will be robbed, so the people in the camp are not unfamiliar with robbers, but when they see the dress and momentum of these people, those with a little knowledge realize that this is more than Robbers are even scarier guys: they are mercenaries, mercenaries who have been paid.

Red-nosed Tom's sister, the black-haired, black-eyed girl "Joan" huddled in the crowd, carefully averting her eyes to avoid making eye contact with the vicious people, she supported her injured right arm with her left hand, and endured the sound from her face. The pain of the dirt seeping into the wound The first time the villains broke into the camp, she smeared her face with charcoal mixed with mud, and this appearance was quickly seen by one of the leaders of the group of mercenaries. When she arrived, the other party laughed and praised her as a brainy girl, and then almost smashed half of her face with a whip.

He was pumping and laughing so that her "makeup" could be permanently fixed on her face.

The blood was dripping with the mud and dripping on the ground, but there was a hint of joy in Joan's heart, because the mercenary leader was cursing angrily:

"You untouchables! You scumbags! Only for bitches and bastards sleeping in stinky gutters! Where did that cripple go?! I know you've run away, I know you've run away! Damn...you have already died eight of you just now, do you know how much I lost?! Where the hell did you hide that cripple!!"

Tom had left long ago, and went to a new direction to find mushrooms and edible moss, just to avoid the sight of these mercenaries. When he came back, he would definitely notice the abnormality of the camp, and he would run.

Thinking of this, Joan raised her eyelids secretly and glanced at the mercenary leader in armor with a silver-white long sword on his waist. She knew that there would soon be someone around who couldn't stand the pressure, and she was Tom's sister. , and she has long been prepared to die, and let these long-legged beasts suffer even more losses. She can see that this group of refugees, including herself, can bring a lot of money to these mercenaries. And every time one dies, they get even more annoyed.

In many cases, this is the greatest resistance the "untouchables" can make in the face of the nobles and their minions.

But just as these thoughts popped up in Joan's mind, a strange movement suddenly came from not far away, and landed on her exceptionally sensitive ears, which had been trained for years of hunting.

It seemed that two stones had fallen dozens of meters in tandem.

Before she could understand what the "stone" was, she heard two thunderous noises coming from behind the mercenaries!

This thunderous noise was unfamiliar to everyone. Even when they were pointed at by a sword, the refugees who were driven to the open space jumped up in panic and headed towards the camp. Running away from the direction of the explosion, the mercenaries who had experienced the blood light of the sword were calmer. Although they were also shocked, the first reaction that popped up in their minds was the enemy attack! Meet the enemy!

This reaction was correct, both for them and for Gawain. 8)

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