Annan didn't move forward for too long when he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
The voice was quite far away from him.
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stopped, and hid himself.
In front of him was a slightly steep slope with sparse pine plants on both sides. Walking all the way eastward from this slope for ten minutes, it was the same place when he first woke up.
beach.
Annan deliberately avoided trails without plants, but stayed under the cover of the natural environment.
He made full use of his height advantage and climbed up the slope as silently as possible. On the short section of the road closest to the top, the slope seemed quite steep, but with John's broken sword as a hiking stick, Annan could still compare.
Climbed up smoothly.
He leaned against a crooked tree, used it to stabilize his back, and looked toward the other side of the hillside.
Not far away on the other side, I saw a flat and easy-to-walk dirt road. Although it was not very wide, it could at least allow four or five horses to move forward side by side.
There were a dozen horses in total, moving rapidly from south to north.
Fortunately, Annan is not located on a cliff, but on a hillside - the terrain on the other side is even lower than the first side of Annan.
Perhaps because they didn't expect that someone would be waiting on the top of the hillside before the sun rose, none of the riders there noticed Annan's presence.
This group of people... don't look like serious people.
Annan narrowed his ice-blue eyes, looked at them quietly, and counted their number carefully.
There were fourteen people in total. One of them was wearing half-body metal armor, and the rest were wearing tan worn-out leather armor.
They carried long swords on their waists, and small wooden shields hung on their left arms. Three of them carried short bows on their backs, and the leader held a long-handled weapon similar to a spear in his right hand, but with a hook on the front.
And the two people beside him...
Annan's pupils shrank slightly.
He clearly saw that the two people were carrying gunpowder weapons that looked like rifled guns behind them. There were also several people who were carrying strong shields behind them.
So heavily armed, where are they going?
Annan looked at the nautical chart once in the captain's cabin.
Don Juan and his ship sailed all the way north.
Specifically, it starts from the southeast coast of the mainland, from about five o'clock to the two o'clock position.
They were originally scheduled to disembark from the main port of Frozen Water Port, which is the two o'clock position, the southern part of a concave inland sea... and the location of the Principality of Winter is on the north side of the inland sea.
So after seeing the chart, Annan immediately understood the situation of the Principality of Winter and the Kingdom of Noah.
An inland sea is divided by two countries, with each person using half; even ports may have their doors open facing each other.
...There will be trouble if this doesn't start a fight.
The continent in front of him leads from north to south. This probably means that the north of the road is the destination of his trip.
The newly acquired territory of young master Don Juan - the frozen water port of the North Sea Territory.
Those six people might be bandits and robbers...
Thinking of this, Annan trotted down the slope lightly.
He took a careful look at the road surface and easily discovered several quite clear ruts.
"...A convoy passed by here not long ago."
Annan made a judgment and had a vague understanding.
They got the news from somewhere and learned that a caravan was staying here. They came here in the early morning... Considering the distance, they may have come overnight after hearing the news.
With the basic concept that Don Juan's things belong to him, Annan quickly formed a complete logical chain in his mind:
Frozen Water Port is his territory, so the property of its residents is his property...
So what those bandits were robbing was his!
Annan was furious.
Without thinking for too long, Annan decided to follow.
"——I was stolen from everything and expelled from my hometown. Now you dare to break into my territory. You are really asking for your own death!"
Annan planned to jump out and shout to them if he saw the group of bandits and found that he could beat them.
He thought for a moment and thought that this line could indeed be recited at this time. After all, this was his real experience, and it would not be inappropriate to recite it.
He made up his mind and stopped walking slowly.
He found a hollow tree hole to hide the relatively heavy broken sword, marked it, and began to move forward lightly.
At this time, Annan discovered that his physical fitness was unexpectedly good.
He ran fast all the way, and after running for twenty minutes, he was only slightly panting. The power in his body was not exhausted, but surged, and his condition became better.
It seemed that the twenty-minute journey was just a warm-up exercise for him.
For his age, this is quite incredible physical ability.
But the key is that his constitution is only 7 points.
At this time, an idea came to Annan's mind:
Isn’t this game’s attribute panel an average of ten attributes?
...Is it five o'clock?
No, just to be on the safe side, let’s consider ten o’clock as the average.
Maybe people in this world have particularly good physical fitness...
By this time, Annan had already heard the argument coming from far ahead.
He saw a group of people tangled together.
Fires were already burning on the tops of the two nearest houses, and five or six carriages were placed against the wall next to one of the houses.
Three of the six robbers were trying to put ropes on their horses, while civilians armed with simple weapons and militiamen who gathered one after another were confronting the remaining three.
No, the number of militiamen is too small.
Annan took one glance and realized something was wrong.
I don't know whether it was because of poverty or because they arrived in a hurry. Almost none of the gathered militiamen were wearing armor. And even if the militiamen without armor were included, the number of men with weapons was not as many as that of the robbers.
The robbers in the back row fired another round of rockets, setting two houses on fire.
I don’t know how they handled their arrows. The wooden house didn’t look like a very flammable material, but when the arrow was shot, it still instantly burst into flames.
The robbers holding swords and shields stood in front of the robbers in the back row in an orderly manner, confronting the militiamen. The two robbers holding rifles pointed their guns at the three robbers who stole the carriage.
, forcing others back.
Annan watched this scene from a distance and slowed down.
He narrowed his eyes.
Something is wrong.
How could these bandits be so orderly?
They didn't curse or hurt anyone at will. Although the formation was a bit scattered, at least they didn't hinder each other. The accuracy of the archery bandits was also a bit ridiculous... Those big bows may not be able to be pulled by small arms.
move.
In stark contrast to the very disciplined bandits, the people in the town were in chaos. The militiamen didn't know whether to put out the fire first or stop them from stealing.
After a brief panic, their opinions were quickly unified:
——Put out the fire first.
After all, the businessman with the motorcade was not from their town. But the house was real, their own property.
But at this moment, a stupid young man shouted and squeezed forward, slashing at the robber who stole the car with his sword.
boom--
At this moment, the two men immediately opened fire!
They fired almost at the same time, and the gunshots were almost continuous. One shot went sideways and hit the wall; while the other shot hit the green man's thigh.
He immediately fell to the ground, and the militiamen surrounded him without hesitation.
It's going to happen!
When Annan saw that something was not going well, he ran over in two quick steps——