"No……

No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Hearing Allison's fierce words, Kurt kept backing away until he leaned against a guard's thigh and was kicked to the ground.

bass!

Allison drew out the iron sword from his waist with an expressionless face.

This frightened Kurt, who was lying on his side on the ground, so much that he was terrified. He couldn't speak and his lips trembled.

Livia watched coldly, this was none of his business and he didn't want to get involved in it. He glanced at Killian next to him out of the corner of his eye, he was the one who should make the decision.

Allison put the sword on Kurt's neck, turned his head to look at Killian, and at the same time glanced at Livia. Seeing Livia looking at him expressionlessly, he had an idea in his mind.

Killian also had a blank expression on his face. As a businessman, he hated these robbers who cut off his financial resources and wanted to kill him. If he hadn't asked some questions, he would have killed them long ago. Now that he knew that there were gangs of robbers following him and preparing for a night attack, he was naturally annoyed and had no mercy on this robber spy who sneaked in and revealed their itinerary.

"Kill him."

Allison got permission and pulled the iron sword directly, and blood spurted out.

Kurt opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Many of the guards, coachmen and waiters around were watching this scene nervously. After all, most of them had been staying in the city and had never seen anyone being killed, let alone dead bodies.

Being able to watch this scene and not vomit can be considered as a sign of good psychological endurance. Also, since they are willing to risk their lives to do such a dangerous business, their psychological quality is naturally not bad.

The rest of the matter was simple. They knew there was a group of bandits behind them who would launch a night attack on them late at night. Naturally, they would set up the pot and eat and drink their fill first, then wait vigilantly, preparing for an ambush.

…

Whoosh~ The cold night wind blew through the weeds on both sides of the road, making a rustling sound.

"Boss, the caravan is ahead. It looks like they have already rested, leaving only a few guards behind."

Under the dim moonlight, a dozen dark shadows were lying on the slope beside the road, looking towards the camp with dim firelight beside the road ahead. The words just now were spoken by one of them.

The leading black shadow was about to say something when he suddenly shrugged his nose and frowned.

"Do you smell blood?"

He asked the others around him with some uncertainty.

“Blood?”

The others looked at each other, then tried to sniff at the same time.

"No, boss, you must have smelled it wrongly."

"Yeah, why is there a sudden smell of blood in this place? Could it be that the caravan ahead brought some livestock and just slaughtered and ate them?"

…

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, but knowing that they all said they didn't smell any blood, the bandit leader frowned in confusion. Could it really be his illusion?

Thinking of this, he smelled it carefully again and found that there was no smell of blood just as they said.

It seems that it was really my illusion. It might be because I was a little nervous when I saw the caravan, which led to some illusion.

The bandit leader shook his head and didn't think any more. Instead, he focused his attention on the camp where the caravans were stationed. The bandits behind him also quieted down. After all, they were here for a night attack, and it would be bad if they made too much noise and were discovered, so their previous voices were extremely soft.

After observing carefully for a while, the bandit leader suddenly raised his hand and made a few gestures. Then the other bandits silently divided into two teams and approached the caravan's camp from both sides of the road.

In the caravan camp, of the two bonfires that were burning before, only one was left burning, which was surrounded by several carriages. The four guards leaned against the carriages and yawned listlessly, and from time to time they looked around at the road that passed through the carriages.

The other guards and coachmen either slept by the campfire and in the carriage, or rested on top of the carriage.

“Here I come.”

Allison, the guard leaning against the carriage, heard the sound coming from the carriage beside him. His eyes fixed and he quickly winked and gestured to the other three guards, then put his hand on the long sword at his waist, ready for battle.

At the same time, he gently kicked the other guards who were pretending to sleep on the ground.

That’s right, Livia and his men planned to take advantage of the enemy’s strategy. The other party wanted to launch a night attack, so they would cooperate with the other party to launch a real “night attack”!

But it’s hard to say who will attack whom.

Um?

When the bandit leader and his men approached, they found something was wrong, it was too quiet.

Apart from the occasional yawning from the four guards on night stand, there was no other sound, not even snoring.

wrong!

This is so wrong!

The bandit leader who was once a scout on the front line keenly noticed something wrong with the caravan camp in front of him, and was about to ask the others behind him and on the opposite side of the road to temporarily stop their actions.

Then he saw that his men on the other side of the road had already launched a charge.

Damn it!

He cursed in his heart. Even though he had trained these men using the sentry methods he had used, as bandits they were still not the same as real soldiers. Even after being a bandit for so long he was no longer the same as before. The best he could do was to make these people keep quiet and understand some gestures.

Seeing that the opponent's men had already launched an attack, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and lead his men forward.

The fastest of the bandits on the other side of the road had already rushed in between the carriages, and raised his blade as he looked at the guard leaning against the carriage in front of him who seemed to have not yet reacted.

clang!

Phew!

"Uh..." What is this?

He looked at the sword that pierced his throat in confusion.

Phew!

With the sound of cutting flesh, the sword disappeared from his sight. The last thing he saw was the guard in front of him with his back to him slowly turning around, smiling as he drew the long sword at his waist, then nodded slightly towards him, no, towards his back.

"Thank you, Lord Livia."

Livia came out of the carriage, shook the blood off the sword, and looked at Allison in front of him without saying a word.

At the same time, the guards around the campfire suddenly jumped up, picked up their weapons, and shouted as they rushed towards the robbers.

The robbers who were originally planning to launch a sneak attack were stunned by the guards who suddenly rushed towards them. By the time they could react and say something, the guards had already attacked them.

Damn it!

The bandit leader cursed in his heart. He didn't know how the caravan knew that they were going to launch a night attack. Could it be that Kurt had betrayed them?

This is impossible. Kurt has done this three or four times. If he wanted to betray, he would have done it long ago. And he has no reason to betray. What is going on?

Although he was doubtful, he still led his men to charge forward. It had come to this point, how could he just abandon the lives of his men and walk away? If he did so, the team he had worked so hard to build would be completely disbanded, and he would have to worry about his men rebelling and killing him.