Chapter 631: Chapter 471: Ambush_2
They began their continuing journey, relentlessly moving forward in the southern direction.
They kept going until noon.
They then entered a forest.
The forest on both sides was dense, yet eerily quiet.
In the entire area, all one could hear were the concentrated footsteps of the team, and the sounds of the wagon wheels grinding against the stones of the road.
It seemed as if the entire army had entered a secret realm, where the air was completely still, with only the army continuously advancing.
Just as Fang Hao was contemplating whether to release the Skeleton Sparrow to scout the situation from the sky,
The convoy suddenly began to slow down, gradually coming to a stop.
A cavalryman ran up from the front, leaning over to whisper near the wagon, “Sir, a trade caravan ahead has had a mishap. Their cart has overturned and they are currently retrieving their goods. I am afraid we might have to wait some time before the road is clear.”
Fang Hao blinked, following the line of the convoy to see what was happening ahead.
There was a cart, full of goods, overturned in the middle of the road.
The goods from the cart were scattered all over the ground, and people dressed as drivers and mercenaries were collecting the goods and calming the startled horses.
This road was quite narrow to begin with. The army could not pass until the other party’s cart was moved to make way.
Fang Hao looked around, feeling that stopping in this vicinity posed an indescribable sense of danger.
It felt as though countless eyes hidden in the bushes were observing them quietly.
The thick forest on both sides of the road would allow people to sneak through,
but the wagon and horses could not pass if they detoured off the road.
This sudden mishap of a caravan on a path as narrow as this, raised suspicions about a plotted scheme.
Having traveled for two days, the team was reminded of the large gang of robbers mentioned by Ma Hong.
“What does Rebecca say?” Fang Hao asked.
Whispering in a low voice, the cavalryman replied, “The Lady has ordered the team to go into defensive mode. They have recognized the rogue banner on the caravan up ahead and have dispatched a person to convey the request to clear the road as quickly as possible.”
Every caravan owns its own banner that symbolizes its identity.
Each city and family has a banner that portrays who they belong to, which they hang, whether on the road to represent their identity or at home.
Since Rebecca recognized the banner of the caravan ahead, she couldn’t directly order an attack.
“Hmm, I see.” Fang Hao nodded, not adding more words.
Just as everyone was silently waiting,
Mounted on horses, Anjia and Lorrey’s ears twitched subtly.
They subtly looked over at the woods next to them.
Orcs have better sensory abilities than humans. Certain subtle noises might fool human ears but it’s harder to fool the Orcs.
Anjia guided his horse towards the wagon.
Without looking sideways, he whispered, “There’s an ambush.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Hao felt a tug at his heart.
Then the overturned cart ahead was indeed a trap designed to delay them.
“Don’t panic, tell Rebecca that there’s an ambush, and to be careful.” Fang Hao whispered.
But before Anjia could inform Rebecca,
The soldiers attempting to help the overturned cart were suddenly attacked.
The frosty swords pierced their bodies as they aided in pushing the cart.
They fell onto the ground, faces filled with fear and surprise.
By now, no one needed Fang Hao’s reminder.
Everyone understood what was happening.
The commander in Rebecca’s army spoke in a loud voice, issuing the order to prepare for battle.
At the same time…
Whoosh!
An arrow shot out from the bushes on the left, making a chiming sound as it lodged into the side of a wagon.
This arrow was like a command unto itself.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Arrows flew, attacking the army of Lyss City.
Even though they knew of the ambush, several soldiers of Lyss City were still hit by the arrows amidst the confusion.
Crying out as they fell off their horses.
Fang Hao’s side also came under arrow attack.
He lay low on the floor of the wagon, surrounded by the sounds of arrows whizzing past and piercing the wagon’s sides.
“Overturn the supply wagons, prepare for a counterattack!” Aseti shouted aloud.
The Lionheart Knights overturned the supply wagons, leaning against them for cover against the flurry of arrows.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the Lionheart Knights began firing back into the bushes.
Although they couldn’t verify the enemy’s location, they could still roughly judge it by the trajectory of the inbound arrows.
With each pull of the trigger, the knights were sending intimidating shots back at their hidden assailants
At such a close range, the power of the rifles greatly surpassed the bow and arrows in the hands of their enemy.
With each shot fired…
Shrill cries arose from the bushes, forcing the other party to stop shooting, wary of this new type of firearm hitting them.
Arrows and gunfire kept calling out to each other.
At the same time, Demitrija took a deep breath from the side.
Blue energy gathered in his abdomen, then surged up through his chest to the throat.
Whoosh!
The next second, a thick fog was expelled from Demitrija’s mouth, rapidly spreading down the road.
It enveloped Lisbet’s entire team.
The thick fog surrounded the team on the road, also obscuring the enemy’s vision.
Whooshing!
You could hear the army in the fog incessantly shifting their positions, yet because of the obstruction to their vision, they could only blindly shoot arrows.
However, these arrows entering the fog were like stones tossed into an abyss.
There was no feedback, nor was there any sound of a hit.
Squeak!
Anjia opened the carriage door and pulled out Fang Hao, both hiding behind the carriage.
This luxuriously decorated carriage could also fend off enemy arrows.
It also attracted the enemy’s attention.
Looking back at his carriage, Fang Hao found it pitifully resembling a straw boat borrowing arrows, densely riddled with arrows.
If he hadn’t been pulled out, with the enemy continuing to target the carriage.
This carriage probably wouldn’t last long before it fell apart, scattering into pieces.
Fang Hao leaned against a toppled supply carriage.
Demitrija came over and asked, “Lord, are you all right?”
“I’m fine, can you confirm the number of enemies?” answered Fang Hao.
Considering the high frequency of their arrows, the enemy was numerous and well-prepared.
The earlier accident of the caravan’s carriage overturning was a trap set by the enemy.
“The enemy’s hiding places are too good; I can’t confirm if there are others,” Demitrija replied quietly.
“Lord, I can go scout,” Lorrey volunteered.
Her special ability was reconnaissance.
Although her ears were very sharp, allowing her to roughly estimate the enemies’ numbers from their footstep sounds.
Whether there were others still needed to be confirmed.
She was preparing for counterattacks in the dense forest.
However, Fang Hao shook his head, “No need to take such a risk, Lorrey, go grab my backpack from the carriage.”
Lorrey quickly approached the carriage and retrieved Fang Hao’s backpack.
Fang Hao took it and from it, he pulled out a skeletal grey sparrow and set it on the ground.
“Protect me.”
Upon saying this, Fang Hao closed his eyes and his body slumped.
Simultaneously, a ghostly blue Soul Fire ignited in the hollow pupils of the skeletal grey sparrow.
With the concealment of the fog, the skeletal grey sparrow quickly flew up into the sky.
After reaching a certain height, it flew towards the dense forest from which the arrows came.
Flying further into the forest, the enemy had yet to notice a skeletal grey sparrow leaving their formation.
Perhaps they never imagined that someone would use this method for reconnaissance.
The sparrow smoothly flew into the dense forest.
Below it was an orderly line of enemies.
These enemies, dressed in different armors – leather, plate, appeared like a bandit gang hastily formed.
All these differently dressed bandits bore the same tattoo on their bare arms and necks.
The design resembled a noose.
Life-takers!
At this moment, Fang Hao was able to confirm the enemy’s identity.
It was the Life-takers that Ma Hong mentioned.
But Fang Hao was even more curious, Ma Hong had said that the Life-takers wouldn’t dare touch official teams.
Moreover, in the past years, they had never ambushed teams from Lyss City.
Why did they suddenly appear here this year, setting an ambush as if they knew their route?
Was there a mole among them?
Fang Hao, still controlling the skeletal grey sparrow, continued to fly towards the back of the enemy formation.
Sure enough, behind these archers were a large number of close-combat bandits.
At the same time, low voices could be heard from below, “Boss, the fog is too thick. If we accidentally shoot Rebecca, there goes our money.”
Hearing this, Fang Hao’s heart was stirred.
They came for Rebecca!