At night.

The night is very dark tonight, dark clouds cover the entire night sky, without the light of stars and moon, the vast sky is like a giant open bloody mouth, ready to swallow up life at any time.

In the suburbs more than 300 miles away from Twilight City, a large-scale caravan is stationed here. The atmosphere here is completely different from the solemn night. There is a lot of music and music beside the burning fire. The escorts responsible for transporting goods drink and sing.

There were also accompanying dancers dancing, and a lively picnic was going on.

The head escort held a large, full wine glass in his left hand, and a fat leg of lamb that was roasted on the outside and tender on the inside in his right hand. He took a big bite of a piece of meat from the leg of lamb, eating until his mouth was shiny, and then drank a full glass of wine, feeling comfortable.

He burped.

At this time, the escort leader saw a man watching the wind from a high place, and he recognized him. This was the new escort, the "spy" in the escort team, the person responsible for spying on the road conditions and the enemy's situation.

When the escort leader saw the waiter looking carefully at the wind, he burst into laughter, raised his glass and pointed it at him, shouting: "Hey, newcomer, don't let your guard down, come over and eat and sing together~"

The escort hesitated for a moment and walked up to the escort. He looked around subconsciously and saw that the escorts were all drinking wine and stroking the beauties. He leaned over and said worriedly: "Secretary, we are making too much noise, so let's let it go."

Everyone, please calm down, otherwise something might happen."

"Afraid of something unexpected happening? Hahahahaha!" The escort looked up to the sky and laughed, drank the wine in the cup, then put his hand on the shoulder of the escort, pointed at the brothers who were drinking and having fun, and asked drunkenly, "What are we doing here?"

How many escorts are there?”

The waiter answered truthfully: "213."

"The 213 bodyguards are all warriors with both internal strength and external strength!" After the bodyguard leader added, he drunkenly pointed to the shadow-covered woods, "How many bandits are there usually to block the road?

"

The waiter muttered: "Half a hundred, sixty or seventy at most."

"Sixty or seventy! Hahahahahaha!" The escort leader laughed and pointed to the tightly sealed goods in the center of the caravan, "Whose goods are these for?"

The waiter replied: "Consul of Twilight City, please kill Legion General Kino van Helsing."

The escort opened his arms, as if embracing the world in all directions: "Where is this place?"

Traveler: "The boundary of the Beacon Province of the Kingdom of Doguland is 322 miles away from Twilight City."

The escort head threw the wine glass into the sky, his breath dropped from his pubic area, and his voice as rich as a lion resounded through the woods on the outskirts: "What kind of caravan are we?"

"A Bao's caravan! A Bao's caravan! A Bao's caravan!" The bodyguards followed the leader of the bodyguards and shouted in unison, causing the trees in the forest to tremble slightly.

"Hahahahaha!" The escort head patted the waiter's shoulder hard, waggled his fingers from side to side, and said boldly, "No one dares to rob the goods of Abao's caravan."

A cold light suddenly appeared from the forest, and instantly connected with the eyebrows of the escort head. The arrow with great force penetrated the head and directly brought up the escort head's body, pinning him head and head to the carriage next to him.

"Wha--" Blood splattered, and the sound of arrows piercing the air came too late.

Warm liquid splashed across his face. He touched his face dully, and saw that his hand was covered in blood through the firelight. Then he looked at the dart head that had been pierced between his eyebrows. The arrow just now was too fast.

, the escort did not realize that death was coming at all, and still maintained a cheerful expression.

The bloody scene in front of him was in stark contrast to Yan Wu Shengge, which almost tore the nerves of the hand. He opened his voice and screamed in the loudest voice in his life: "Thieves attack at night!!!"

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Sonata of Death.

It has to be said that the escort team of Abao's caravan returned home, but each of the escorts was a battle-experienced expert and did not panic at all after being attacked at night.

Even if the leader of the escort died, the command system did not fall into chaos. The "second in command" of the escort team directly took over the command and shouted sternly: "Gather to me! Form a shield wall!"

The bodyguards who had been eating meat and drinking a moment ago instantly entered a combat state, picked up their weapons, and surrounded the second-in-command from all directions. Their shoulders and heels were close to each other. They formed a group of three, squatting, half-squatting, standing upright, and holding their hands with their hands.

The large shield covers the body, forming an airtight shield wall.

In just a few breaths, the shield wall was formed, and except for the 17 escorts who died in the first wave of attacks, everyone else was in place.

A dancer ran to the shield wall in panic, kept patting the shield with her hands, and cried to the escort who was hugging her and dancing just now: "Help! Sir, please let me in!"

"Pfft!" A small gap opened between the shields, and the spear pierced through it, directly penetrating the dancer's belly.

Life was drained away with the gushing blood. The dancer clutched her stomach and fell to the ground in despair. At the last moment of her life, she only saw the spear dripping with blood in her body. She retracted it steadily, and the shield wall closed again.

Seamless.

The tragic death of this dancer was just a part of the story.

The structure of an escort team is very complex. It includes not only brave escorts, pathfinders, but also dancers to relieve everyone's worries, and handymen who are at everyone's mercy.

Now the escorts have formed a shield wall, and the quick-response escorts have already crowded in, but those dancers and handymen without military qualifications are pitiful. They had squeezed their heads into Abao's caravan before, even at the cost of

Bribing the management physically is for the safety and stability of this place.

Abao's caravan has a good reputation. It works for the imperial court and has its own aura. Even if it passes through the desert area, the horse bandits will not come close to harass them as long as they see the flag of Abao's caravan.

When this escort team escorts escorts, they are very relaxed because they know very well that no one dares to provoke the A Bao caravan, and working here is a profitable and safe job.

But who would have thought that they walked through thousands of miles of frozen snowfields and passed through desert areas where horse bandits were rampant. They were safe all the way, and finally they were attacked on the border of Doguland!

The dancers and servants cried out and tried to squeeze into the shield wall to seek shelter, but they were either shot into hedgehogs by the rain of arrows, or were pierced by the ruthless bodyguards with spears, and fell one after another in front of the shield wall.

"Pfft!" When the last crying servant was pierced by a spear, the only sound left on the battlefield was the sound of arrows falling on the shield wall.

After a while, the attacker seemed to realize that ordinary arrows could not penetrate the shield wall, and even the rain of arrows stopped. The surrounding area became completely quiet, and there was no more sound.

The vast night is as silent as a tomb.

The second-in-command behind the shield wall calmly wiped the sweat from his head, his eyes growing colder.

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

But the strength and accuracy of the arrow rain of the scale just now are beyond what the bandits can achieve!

Let alone bandits, even the regular army must be elite if they can shoot that kind of rain of arrows.

If you are in a desert area, you may encounter elite horse bandits.

But this is Doguland! Why are there such military-qualified attackers?
Chapter completed!