I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 30 Mutual Preparation

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Since we have to stay here, the existing traffic jam is not very good.

The area was too narrow, and after barely squeezing in more than twenty animals and fifty people, there was not much space left.

So, after the bandits retreated and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, when the player and Isaac left, Chris gave instructions and directed the caravan guys to double the size of the vehicle formation.

The distance between the carriages was increased, and the gaps between the carriages were filled with wooden barrels, wooden boxes and cut logs loaded with goods from the carriages to form obstacles that could block wild beasts.

Such a chariot formation certainly cannot stop humans from crossing over, but it can block the passage of horses and bullets and serve as a cover for infantry.

And that's enough.

Connie and the other guys had different opinions about Chris's arrangement... It was too extravagant. Using caravan goods to block the gaps between carriages was like using money to block bullets.

What if bandits come and their attack fails, but they take away a few boxes of goods when they retreat? What should we do then?

Chris ignored Connie's protests. With an industrial society backing him, he simply looked down upon such small goods.

When bandits attack, will they steal things?
That would distract their attention, which is a good thing!
If it weren't for the fact that we are still within the territory of the Bohemian Empire, it would be difficult to explain why we were discovered to be equipped with a large number of firearms.

Chris had already gone online to buy a large number of thickened steel pipes, springs, and flints, and made flintlock rifles by hand, so that each caravan member would have three muskets.

After the space of the carriage array is expanded, there is a place to accommodate livestock, and people can sleep and cook in other places, so they don’t need to be surrounded by feces pulled out by horses and donkeys for the time being.

Although the living environment is still not clean enough, Chris is very satisfied now.

The conditions are difficult, but you have to overcome them. Once you pass this level and truly leave the Bohemian Empire, Chris won't have to continue living such a frugal life and can spend money lavishly on things.

The number of players can also be increased to double the game revenue.

After arranging everything, Chris sat on a big rock, looked at the slanting sunset, picked up his mobile phone and began to look up modern anti-cavalry tactics.

Since you have decided to do big things, you have to learn some new things.

……

"The idea is a bit tricky."

Late at night, by a campfire, the bandit leader Brand said this to his subordinates gathered around the fire.

"The brothers who just came back have seen that the caravan not only hasn't moved, but has doubled its convoy formation, making it even harder to defeat."

"How many of them are there?"

"More than fifty, all young and strong men, each with a sword and a gun, and more than a dozen muskets."

"We can take it... We can charge on horseback at night and definitely break into their chariot formation."

"The problem is, the value of the goods in this caravan isn't worth it."

Brand sighed.

"The scouts have seen that the caravan members unloaded the goods and piled them up next to the carts. Obviously, they were not valuable. The most valuable items in the entire caravan were the twenty-odd horses.

I just have one question: should we sacrifice some of our brothers for the sake of those horses?"

As soon as this question was raised, the old bandits gathered around the campfire fell silent. Some of them scratched their heads, while others looked indifferent.

"With over twenty horses, I think I can take a chance."

An old horse bandit with a beard and an ageless appearance was eager to try.

"We can keep these horses for ourselves instead of selling them. Those lazy dogs behind us are biting us relentlessly. With these horses, we can escape their pursuit."

"Those fifty guys are going to kill us."

Another horse bandit retorted.

"Let's die. After doing this, at most only a few of us will die. Otherwise, in a month, we will all be dead." Brand listened to the quarrels of the bandits. The latter's voices were getting louder and louder. When they were about to fight, he stood up and growled.

"Stop. If you want to die, you can duel with me and die quickly under my sword... Vote, one person, one vote. I will abstain from participating.

Those who agree to vote, please raise your hands."

Brand looked around and began to count the number of people.

"Fifteen votes... Those who don't vote for this raise their hands... seven people.

Now that the vote is in, let's do this vote, go to bed now, and work late tonight."

The Brand Gang is a very democratic group. Anyone who is recognized by the leader and the old bandit can participate in the team's vote and decide the gang's activities.

There are cases where the bandit leader has the final say, but that only happens in rare cases.

Brand has been a horse bandit for many years. He is actually not very willing to take action against the target he met today. The most valuable thing of the caravan is the horses. They just threw the goods on the ground without even covering them with waterproof canvas. It is obviously not a valuable thing.

There is an old soldier in the caravan, so there will definitely be several old soldiers helping them.

In the Bohemian Empire, there are too many small caravans composed of veterans like this. If it were usual, Brand would definitely make a tough decision to let these guys go.

However, as the old horse bandit said just now, the gang is in a bad situation now and they need those horses.

Then you can only take risks.

Brand fell headfirst beside the campfire, and in the warmth brought by the flames, he clasped his hands to his chest and began to think seriously about how to fight the battle tonight.

……

At the same time, in the caravan camp.

"Our equipment isn't good enough."

Lin Ruoyu and ten other players sat together in a circle and discussed with each other in a low voice.

"Most of the muskets are in the hands of the NPCs. We only have spears, machetes, and three multi-barreled pistols."

"And three crossbows."

Alibaba added, and Lin Ruoyu waved his hand in disdain.

"That thing isn't very effective. It only has a range of twenty meters. As long as the bandits are wearing leather armor, they won't be able to penetrate it."

"So what should we do? Ask Chris for some guns?"

"It's too late. Let's prepare some spears. This is faster. There are long wooden poles on carriage number six. Let's take them down and sharpen the ends."

“But we don’t know how to use it?”

"It's okay, I know how to use it. I'll teach you later. It's very simple to use."

Lin Ruoyu guaranteed it.

"There will definitely be a fight tonight, everyone, please try to spare some time offline. Tonight's encounter is crucial. There aren't many NPCs in the team right now, and if a few are killed or injured, it will definitely affect the plot later."

“The blacksmith is the most important.”

Home Alone interrupted.

"I asked him, he can shoot a musket, he's a technical NPC."

"Ah, then we really need two people to protect him. And Chris needs at least two people to watch him... Come on, brothers, vote and divide the work."

(End of this chapter)