NOVEL NEXT Chapter 471, Ambush_1
A few burning torches illuminated the dim room.
In the hall, several men were seated.
The man at the head of the table was sitting with a bold and confident swagger.
Even though the autumn night was getting colder, the man was still bare-chested, revealing his strong muscles.
On the man's chest, there was a dark red brand.
It resembled a triangular bridle, with a human head hanging upside down.
"Have you seen Rebecca?" The man's voice was as grating as sandpaper.
The scout replied promptly, "Indeed, I saw a woman being escorted down from the carriage. Judging from the tight security, it should be Lady Rebecca, the City Lord's wife."
"Hahaha!!!" The man burst out laughing and continued, "Let the brothers rest well tonight. Be sharp when you step onto the battlefield tomorrow. If we take down this team, the money we get will be enough for you all to live lavishly for the rest of your lives."
"Yes, big brother." The scout promptly retreated.
Relaying the boss's words.
This was the camp of the Life-taker bandits.
The man sitting in the middle was the leader of the Life-takers,
The people sitting in the hall belonged to the leader of the Flaming Camp, a tyrant named Trollope.
Being called a tyrant was not his heroic nickname, but the name given to him by his subordinates because of his brutality.
When it came to killing, he did not discriminate between men and women, old and young.
What he saw was your value.
Countless villages had been destroyed by the Life-taker bandits, those who escaped became the heralds of their notoriety.
As the largest bandit stronghold in this area, their force had expanded to two thousand men.
Every year, the caravans passing through this area had to pay a toll to the Life-taker camp.
After the scout left, only the core members of the Life-takers remained in the room.
One of them asked, "Big brother, attacking the city of the Hundred Cities Federation's Federal Conference is not an easy task. Even if we really succeed, the Federal Conference won't let us off."
What can be robbed and what cannot be robbed, they knew it clearly at heart. Your next chapter awaits on empire
All along, the convoys heading to their city from the Federal Conference had been ignored by the Life-taker camp.
That is why they have been able to survive until now.
But today, their leader seemed to have chosen a different path, intending to rob Lyss City.
A smirk appeared on Trollope's face as he said, "So what if the Federation sends forces to encircle us? If it comes to that, we can abandon this place. As long as we've got money, we can live lavishly anywhere."
"Big brother, are you mad? We've worked so hard to get the camp to this point, how can you say we'll just give it up!" someone exclaimed.
Even though this was a bandit camp, the present condition was a result of their efforts over several years.
Abandoning the camp over such a minor issue, they naturally felt some reluctance.
Despite this, Trollope was still confident and lowered his voice, "I'm not hiding it from you guys. This time, our client is the Marshall family. As long as we kill all the troops in Lyss City and capture Rebecca, the money they'll provide will be enough for us to spend a lifetime. Plus, they've promised us a legitimate identity, no more skulking about."
Trollope's voice was very low, only the few people in the room could hear clearly.
This was obviously a matter that needed to be kept confidential and couldn't be shared with the rest of their men.
Even so, the few core members in the room were taken aback.
They knew well about the Marshall family, a very wealthy merchant group. They were reassured once they learned that their orders had been arranged with an escape plan.
The topic also shifted from whether to attack or not to how they are going to lavishly spend this dirty money in the future.
"Big brother, I've heard that Rebecca is a real beauty, with skin whiter than sheep's milk, and softer than silk."
"That's right, big brother. When you snatch her, you enjoy first. Then let the brothers have a taste too, we won't mind your leftovers."
Trollope scorned, "Stop talking nonsense. The Marshalls specifically asked for Rebecca. They obviously want this woman. If you guys mess with her how are we gonna get paid."
"Big brother, you're being foolish. Rebecca is already married, she's not a virgin. Who would know if we have fun with her. Just clean her up a bit afterwards, we just have to vehemently deny everything."
"Exactly, big brother. She's a well-known lady of the Federation. If we miss out on her, there will be no place for regret."
The brothers chimed in with one another. Trollope, in truth, was somewhat convinced.
After thinking, he said, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Don't spread these words out. Rest well today, set up the trap on the road tomorrow. If Rebecca escapes, we won't get the money, and our current situation would be jeopardised."
"We understand, big brother, hehehe!"
The men chuckled and returned to their respective places.
There was not the slightest bit of tension, even though they were to battle in the morning.
...
Early the next morning.
The golden sunrays painted a transparent layer on the leather tents.
Fang Hao cleaned up and received the breakfast passed over by the Lionheart Knight.
The breakfast was quite simple, consisting of smoked meat and a bowl of porridge.
After filling his stomach simply,
Fang Hao packed up his bedding, cooking utensils, and everything else into his storage space.
They still had several days of travel ahead, all these things were still needed, so naturally, he couldn't throw them away.
He waited until the large team was ready.