Chapter 154: Chapter 132: The Down-and-Out Knight (5K)_3
"The cargo is lost, but we can start over; if people are lost, then there’s nothing left!"
"Of course, if you’re unwilling, then we’ll fight to the death to help you protect the cargo!"
As a hired guard, Ryan had his own principles.
That was to obey the employer’s orders and ensure the safety of the employer’s property.
Even if it costs him his life!
After becoming a guard, each of them knew this was the mission of a guard.
Return alive, earn fa and wages.
If dead, it only ans bad luck!
Feeling the warmth from his arm, Boer, who was about to launch a counterattack, glanced at Ryan in surprise.
An inexplicable feeling arose within Boer’s heart.
That feeling soothed the anger and reluctance in his heart, making him calm.
Boer smiled slightly, saying, "You’re right, life only cos once."
Ryan glanced at Boer in surprise.
He didn’t expect Boer to co to terms so quickly.
He was even prepared to call the guards to fight.
Boer turned his gaze, looking at the burly man in plate armor, "The cargo is yours, but we need to survive!"
Anthony nodded indifferently, "Of course."
With Anthony’s response, Ryan and the guards shielded Boer as they gradually moved away from the cargo.
The bandits surrounding them also gradually dispersed.
Hall, next to Anthony, relaxed his expression.
They badly needed this batch of cargo to replenish the Iron Blood Brotherhood’s food supply.
Ever since the last battle with Aiden and the Iron Thorns rcenary Corps.
The Iron Blood Brotherhood was severely wounded!
With casualties reaching over fifty!
If it weren’t for Hall constantly persuading Anthony, Anthony would have surely fought to the death.
Not to ntion whether they could win, even if victorious, how many mbers would survive?
As Hall was sighing in his heart.
A gaunt man seed to have heard sothing.
He turned his head to look.
The gaunt man’s eyes contracted, quickly yelling in alarm.
"Leader, it’s bad! The army... it’s the army!"
Upon hearing such rare words, everyone turned and looked.
They saw, far on the wasteland’s horizon, a squad of soldiers marching orderly toward them.
Despite wearing simple linen robes.
They were uniformly dressed, clean and tidy.
Especially the weapons they held—a five-ter-long winged spear!
An army!
It was truly an army!
Boer, who had entered the city walls a few tis, naturally knew those were Master Lynn’s soldiers, Master Lynn’s army!
Sure enough, Master Lynn knew everything here.
His caravan... was saved!
Riding on a warhorse, Anthony was full of gloom.
His right hand tightly gripped the lance!
While Hall had a hint of panic on his face.
It was his first ti facing a military unit of this scale.
He pressed slightly against the horse’s belly, coming to Anthony’s side, asking, "Lord Anthony... I think we should retreat!"
Anthony’s gaze turned to Hall, "Are you frightened?"
At this sudden question, Hall was shocked, quickly replying, "Lord, you’ve misunderstood, I an we should prioritize the overall situation."
"No matter how unmatched your bravery is, Lord Anthony, but there are simply too many enemies..."
Anthony remained silent, seemingly pondering sothing.
Looking at the distant army, he roughly estimated, at least three hundred n!
While they had only about sixty.
Despite having high mobility with horses, the disparity in numbers was simply too large...
Anthony coldly said, "Retreat!"
With the words, Anthony pulled the reins, and his warhorse imdiately turned direction, galloping towards the distant wasteland.
Watching Anthony’s figure gradually recede.
Hall felt relieved, withdrawing his gaze, he looked at Boer, saying solemnly, "You’re lucky... but, what we can’t get, others shouldn’t get easily either!"
"Brothers, burn all this food... burn it all for !"
A chorus of bandit responses rang out.
"Yes, Lord Hall."
"Isn’t it too wasteful? But, I like it..."
"Burn it all, hurry up and burn it!"
"..."
Upon hearing Hall’s words, Boer’s face changed instantly, he shouted loudly, "You beasts!"
"Captain Ryan, what are you waiting for? Quick, stop them!"
One by one, torches were pulled out from their arms, opened with a gentle blow.
A fla suddenly blazed.
As the bandits threw the torches, smoke began to rise above the caravan, and grew thicker!
Despite Ryan’s guards’ interference, several carriages were still showing signs of burning.
Boer wore an expression of distress, shouting in confusion, "They’re beasts, beasts!"
This two-horse cart could carry a load of three thousand pounds!
That ans, it’s three thousand pounds of barley.
Even if those bandits looted it, why burn it?
What cri does the food commit?
Don’t they know the panic and helplessness when there’s no food to eat?
When Lynn arrived on horseback with all the soldiers, the bandits had already fled.
Without long-range weapons, and only walking, naturally it was impossible to catch the bandits.
Lynn gazed into the distance.
There, one by one, mounted silhouettes were gradually receding.
But within them was a figure, causing Lynn to slightly raise an eyebrow.
It was a knight with a tall horse, wearing plate armor!
A fallen knight, reduced to banditry, huh?
However, this is not surprising.
Both the king and the Great Lord have the power to knight.
Knights knighted by the Great Lord can act within the Great Lord’s territory and exercise granted powers.
Yet as it develops, many knighted small families falter due to poor managent or lack of ability.
Leading to family decline, loss of power.
But they refuse to beco ordinary people...
Thus, many pretentious yet powerless fallen knights erged...
A scent like roasting corn wafted into Lynn’s nose, drawing him back.
At that mont, Boer was watching the unloaded seven or eight bags of barley, full of regret.
As if sensing sothing, Boer turned to look at Lynn on horseback.
He bent his waist, speaking respectfully, "Thank you for your rescue, Master Lynn."
If it weren’t for Master Lynn arriving in ti, forget about the barley.
The caravan would’ve been looted by bandits.
Lynn nodded, saying, "It’s just good that you’re alright."
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