Night.

The night was dark tonight, dark clouds covered the entire night sky, there was no light of stars and moons, and the vast canopy of heaven was like a giant opening its bloody mouth, ready to devour life at any time.

More than 300 miles from the Twilight City, a large caravan is stationed here, and the atmosphere here is completely different from the solemn night, with a burning fire and singing, dart masters drinking and singing, and dancing girls dancing next to them, and a lively picnic is being carried out.

Holding a full wine glass in his left hand and a fat leg of lamb roasted on the outside and tender on the inside in his right hand, he took a big bite off a piece of meat from the leg of lamb, ate it with a mouthful full of oil, and then drank a full glass of wine, and burped comfortably.

At this time, the dart head saw a person looking at the wind from a high place, and he recognized it, this is the new executioner, that is, the "spy" in the dart team, who is responsible for spying on the road and the enemy's situation.

Seeing that the executioner was meticulously looking at the wind, the dart head suddenly laughed, raised his wine glass to him, and shouted: "Hey~ New here, don't let the wind go, come and eat and sing together~"

The executioner hesitated for a moment, walked to the dart head, he subconsciously looked around, seeing that the dart masters were drinking wine and touching the beauty, he leaned over and said worriedly: "Darthead, our movement is too big, let's let everyone calm down, otherwise I am afraid of accidents." ”

"Fear of change? Hahaha! The dart head looked up to the sky and laughed, drank all the wine in the cup, and then reached out to put his hand on the shoulder of the executioner, pointed to the brothers who were drinking and seeking pleasure, and asked drunkly, "How many dart masters do we have?" ”

The executioner replied truthfully: "213." ”

"The 213 dart masters are all martial artists who have both internal strength and external strength!" After the dart head was replenished, he drunkenly pointed to the shadow-covered woods, "How many people are the bandits who block the road and rob the road?" ”

The executioner muttered, "Half a hundred, sixty or seventy at most." ”

"Sixty or seventy! Hahaha! The dart head smiled, and pointed to the tightly sealed goods in the center of the caravan, "Whose goods is this for?" ”

The executioner replied, "Archon of Twilight, death to the legion general Chino van Helsing." ”

The dart head opened his arms, as if embracing the four directions: "Where is this?" ”

Executioner: "The boundary of the Beacon Province of the Kingdom of Dogulland, 322 miles away from Twilight City. ”

The dart head threw the wine glass into the sky, and the dantian was angry, and the voice like a lion resounded in the suburbs and forests: "What kind of caravan are we?" ”

"Po Caravan! Po Caravan! Po Caravan! The dart masters roared in unison with the dart heads, and the trees trembled slightly.

"Hahaha!" The dart head patted the executioner's shoulder vigorously, shook his fingers from side to side, and said heroically, "No one dares to rob the goods of Bao's caravan." ”

The cold light suddenly appeared from the forest, and in an instant, it was connected with the eyebrows of the darthead, and the arrow with huge force penetrated the head and directly brought up the body of the darthead, nailing him to the carriage next to him.

"Huh-" Blood splattered, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air was too late.

The executioner was splashed with a warm liquid, he groped his face sluggishly, saw that his hands were full of blood by the light of the fire, and then looked at the pierced dart in the center of his eyebrows, the arrow just now was so fast that the dart head did not realize that death was coming, and still maintained a laughing expression.

The bloody scene in front of him was in stark contrast to Yan Wushengge, almost tearing the nerves of the executioner, he tore open his throat and screamed in the sharpest voice in his life: "The thieves attack at night!! ”

"Boom, Boom—" Torrential rain of arrows struck from all directions, setting off waves of blood in the crowd, and for a while screams, exclamations, angry curses, and blood foam gushed out, forming a sonata belonging to the Grim Reaper.

I have to say that the dart team of Bao's caravan returned to waves, but every dart master was a veteran of a hundred battles, and he did not panic at all after being attacked by the night.

Even if the dart head died, the command system did not fall into chaos, and the "second-in-command" of the dart team directly took over the command and shouted: "Assemble for me!" Form a shield wall! ”

The dart masters, who were still eating meat and drinking wine just now, instantly entered the combat state, picked up their weapons, and surrounded the second-in-command from all directions, shoulder-to-shoulder to each other, in a group of three, squatting, half-squatting, standing upright, and covering their bodies with large shields in their hands, forming an impermeable shield wall.

In just a few breaths, the shield wall had been formed, and everyone was in place, except for the 17 dart masters who had been killed in the first wave of attacks.

A dancer ran to the shield wall in a panic, clapped her hand on the shield, and cried out to the dart master who was still dancing with her in her arms: "Help! Let me in, sir! ”

"Poof!" A small slit was carved between the shields, and the spear pierced through it, directly through the belly of the dancer.

Life was lost with the gushing blood, and the dancer fell to the ground in despair, clutching her stomach, and at the last moment of her life, she only saw the spear dripping with the blood in her body, and she retracted it steadily, and the shield wall closed again without any gaps.

The tragic death of this dancer is only a tip.

The composition of a dart team is very complex, not only brave dart masters, pathfinders, but also dancers who relieve everyone's worries, and handymen who are called by others.

Now the dart masters have formed a shield wall, and the quick-reacting executioners have also crowded in it early, but those dancing girls and handymen who have no military literacy are pitiful, they have squeezed their heads into the Bao caravan before, and even bribed the management with their bodies, in order to ensure the safety and stability here.

The Ah Bao caravan is famous, doing things for the imperial court, and it has its own aura, even if it passes through the desert area, as long as the horse bandits see the banner of the Ah Bao caravan, they will not approach and harass.

When this dart team darts, they were also very relaxed in their mentality, because they knew very well that no one dared to provoke the Bao caravan, and it was profitable and safe to do things here.

But who would have thought that they had walked through thousands of miles of frozen snowfields, passed through the desert area where horse bandits were rampant, and all the way were safe and sound, and finally they were attacked in the territory of Dogurland!

The dancers and handymen cried and tried to squeeze into the shield wall for refuge, but they were either shot into hedgehogs by a rain of arrows or pierced by the ruthless dart master with spears and fell in front of the shield wall one after another.

"Poof!" When the last of the crying handymen was pierced with a spear, all that remained on the battlefield was the sound of arrows falling on the shield wall.

After a while, the attackers seemed to realize that ordinary arrows could not penetrate the shield wall, and even the rain of arrows stopped, and the surroundings were completely silent, and there was no more sound.

In the vast night, dead and silent like a grave.

The second-in-command behind the shield wall silently wiped the sweat from his head, and his eyes became colder and colder.

At first, he thought that the attackers were bandits who had never seen the world and had no eyes.

But the strength and accuracy of the rain of arrows of that scale just now are definitely not something that a bandit can do!

Not to mention bandits, even if it is a regular army, those who can shoot that kind of arrow rain must be elite.

If it is in a desert area, it is likely to have encountered the elite of horse bandits.

But this is the territory of Doguland! Why are there such military-literate raiders?

Who the hell is the other party?!