Chapter 227, A Dead Man Tells No Tales (Additional chapter for ‘Xiao Shu Fu’ reaching ten thousand rewards)._l
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Upon hearing Fang Hao’s order, everyone was slightly taken aback.
Anjia was the first to react and said, “They’re trying to steal our goods!”
As per Fang Hao’s instructions, she had been observing the movements of the
Ironblood Mercenaries, noticing their subtle actions.
If Fang Hao now intended to kill directly, then he was surely planning to strike back before the enemy made a move.
“Yes, they’ve gathered a bandit group called the Gray Bear, quite numerous in fact. We have about twenty minutes to wipe out the Ironblood Mercenaries, otherwise, we’ll be hard pressed if they attack us from within.” Fang Hao spoke increasingly faster.
Everyone’s expressions became grave.
“So we’re just going to storm right in?” Anjia asked.
“Time is tight, we’ll attack directly. After eliminating our enemies, I’ll explain
things to Tavek,” Fang Hao replied.
“Alright!”
Everyone nodded, hurriedly swallowed their food, and picked up their weapons.
The boundary between the two teams.
When Fang Hao’s group arrived with a powerful momentum, it caught the attention of the Ironblood Mercenaries.
They all reached for their weapons, ready for combat.
Fang Hao stood at the back of the group and shouted, “Captain Godwin, my money bag is missing, and one of my men saw your people take it. Give me an explanation.”
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Godwin in the back.
Having dishonest people among the ranks of the mercenaries was not unusual.
“You must have got it wrong, nobody in the Ironblood mercenaries would do such a thing,” Godwin said, eyeing the opposing group wanly.
Seeing that he couldn’t lure Godwin out of the crowd, Fang Hao said outright,
“Your man left something behind as he fled, I am not going to let you deny it.”
With that, he threw out a canvas bag towards his adversaries.
However, he didn’t control his throw well, and the bag flew over the heads of the Ironblood mercenaries, attracting everyone’s attention.
Squelch!
The sounds of weapons piercing flesh suddenly rang out, followed immediately by war cries.
Demitrija led fifty heavy infantrymen directly into the enemy crowd, swinging the giant sword in his hand, cutting through the enemies.
The entire camp was filled with cries of battle in an instant.
At a distance, Tavek’s guards, unaware of what was happening, surrounded the entire tent.
They watched in horror as the battlefield was filled with flying limbs and blood spatters.
Demitrija’s longsword swung in an arc, instantly cutting several enemies in front of him in half. Blood splattered onto his armor, slowly dripping down.
Watching his men suffer heavy losses, Godwin found himself panicking. The lizardman fought like a god of death, rapidly reducing the number of his allies.
Panic slowly crept into his heart.
Even the regular armies in town would hardly have such combat power.
It was an absolute slaughter.
Seeing the towering lizardman approaching, Godwin felt a chill down his spine. “I’ve killed more people than you’ve ever seen, I’m not afraid of you,” Godwin shouted back, gripping his sword tightly and roaring at the hzardman.
With his cry, his fear lessened a bit.
His determination increased.
Yes, I’ve been a mercenary for nearly 30 years. I’ve faced death with every battle.
What reason do I have to be afraid of you?
When it’s time to go, it’s head held high.
Godwin danced a flourish with his sword, sprinted forward to face the
lizardman.
“Die!” Godwin shouted.
Demitrija watched the charging human, the longsword in his hand gradually glowing gold.
“I respect your choice….”
He swung his longsword, streaking forward like a bolt of golden lightning.
Crack!
Godwin looked at the broken longsword in his hand in astonishment. In a dizzying inversion, he saw his own body, headless.
The death of the leader of the mercenary group accelerated the pace of the battle.
In less than ten minutes, the fight ended, with all the members of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group killed, leaving none alive.
The thick smell of blood permeating the air killed the appetite of even the most famished among them.
Fang Hao led the rest, who seemed to be bathed in fresh blood, straight towards Tavek’s area.
The guards of Tavek, their hands holding their weapons trembling slightly, were on high alert towards these killing gods.
“Mr Fang Hao, what is this?” Tavek asked in a trembling voice.
“Tavek, do you believe me?”
“I…believe. You saved my daughter, I believe you.”
“Good, the Iron Blood Mercenaries have joined forces with a group of bandits. I don’t know the name of the bandits, but their leader is a woman named Gray Bear. They will attack in ten minutes. You need to hand over your people to my command.” Fang Hao quickly narrated the whole thing.
“Ah? Oh, Gray Bear?” Tavek was shocked for a moment but quickly recovered. Upon hearing Gray Bear’s name, his face grew ever paler.
“Mr. Fang Hao, are you saying the truth? The bandit leader is named Gray Bear?” Tavek asked hastily.
“Gray bear, a woman. Their lair is in the east,” Fang Hao replied.
“Hurry, hurry, let’s get out of here.” Tavek hastily ordered to prepare to leave immediately.
“Can you outrun them with your goods? Hand over your troops to my men, we can survive, and the goods will be safe,” Fang Hao stopped the somewhat panicked Tavek.
“Ah, okay! Everyone, listen to Mr. Fang Hao’s command!” Tavekimmediately replied.
He had no other choice at this time.
If Fang Hao wanted to kill him, his men would be no match.
“Everyone follow the unified command of Demitrija. If anyone disobeys, I will cut off his head,” Fang Hao said loudly.
Demitrija took a step forward, took off his helmet, and wiped off the blood on it.
He began to explain the enemy’s line of attack and the subsequent arrangements to everyone.
Twenty minutes.
The night was dense.
Gray Bear and her followers followed the mercenaries to the location of the merchant camp.
Bandits were threading through the woods, silencing the usual insect noises. Tavek was a renowned textile merchant in the area. His previous operations have always been secretive, rendering it hard to trace the dealer’s whereabouts. Silk was referred to as “soft gold,” even taking a small percentage would make them rich.
So even though Gray Bear wasn’t feeling well lately, she agreed to it when she heard about the Iron Blood Mercenaries.
Who would refuse such an easy opportunity?
When they were close to the edge of the forest, once they rushed out of these woods, they would be able to see the dealer s camp.
“Stop!” Suddenly, Gray Bear halted her steps and signalled her crew to stop advancing.
“What’s wrong, Boss Gray Bear?” One of the mercenaries hit the brakes, curiously asking Gray Bear.
Gray Bear frowned and asked curiously: “Someone died?
“What do you mean someone died? In the upcoming battle, the captain expressed he wants Tavek’s head, one that can still be identified.” The mercenary said.
“No, quite a few have just died. There’s a strong smell of blood up ahead.” Sizzle!
The rest also took a deep breath, “We don’t detect anything.”
“Something must have happened, stay alert,” Gray Bear said sternly.
“Okay.”
Just as they were about to proceed, someone expressed another suspicion.
“Huh! Why is there so much fog?”
On both sides, extensive fog rose simultaneously, spreading rapidly and enveloping everyone.