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Chapter 31: Rushing to Hell (I)

When the moon was at the center of the night sky, Brand set out with his gang.

In order to avoid being discovered, the horse bandits not only used bits to control the horses' mouths to prevent these large animals from screaming, but also dismounted and walked in the dark without torches.

At night without modern lights, any firelight is dazzling. Even the faintest firelight can be seen even from several kilometers away as long as it is not completely blocked by obstacles.

Therefore, if the Brand gang wanted to launch a night attack, they could not use torches, no matter how far away they were from the caravan.

Without torches to illuminate the way, the members of Brand's gang had to rely entirely on the faint light of the moon above their heads, and they walked stumblingly.

Brand, who had night vision, walked in the front, and the horse bandits behind him came one after another, facing the horse's butt in front. The people behind grabbed the rope in the hands of the people in front, and each person was two meters apart.

This is the unique skill of the Brand gang and the source of their confidence in successfully raiding the caravan.

In this era where most people are night owls, night attack is a powerful weapon. As long as you can play this card, you will basically succeed.

The Brand gang has carried out night raids on caravans more than twenty times, and each time they have been successful.

Brand believed that this time would be no exception. No matter how vigilant the caravan was, they would never expect them to launch a night attack.

This is a high-end tactic that even the regular army of the Bohemian Empire may not be able to use.

After walking in the dark for more than an hour and going around a small woods, Brand finally led his men to the foot of the hill.

The power of cavalry lies in its speed. As long as they charge fast enough, they can jump over the chevaux de frise obstacles.

Therefore, Brand prepared to launch a surprise attack from the small hill opposite the caravan formation, rushing down the slope, so that he could increase the horse's speed to the maximum in the shortest time.

Brand's plan was good, but when he led his horse to the highest point of the slope, he suddenly lowered his head, reached back, and growled softly.

"Something's wrong!"

The old horse bandit who was following Brand with a rope in his hand stopped immediately and turned around to whisper to the back.

"Stop..."

"Stop!"

"Something's happening, stop..."

Whispering messages one after another, more than 30 horse bandits stopped on the hillside. They led their horses quietly, waiting for the explanation from the leader in front.

Brand raised his hand to press down the horse's head, making his beloved horse bend its knees and squat down with him. While lowering his height and being discovered, he reached out to touch the ground... It seemed that his foot had stepped on some bad depression just now.

After groping and fiddling with it for a few times, Brand's face in the dark instantly became extremely ugly.

Brandt pulled the rope and asked the old horse bandit behind him to squat and move forward, and then he handed the reins to the latter.

"Look at my horse, I look ahead."

"Is something wrong?"

"Something's wrong. There's a trap. I suspect those fat sheep dug a horse trap on this hillside."

As Brand said this, he squatted down and walked down the hillside.

Soon, he came back.

"Let's go back. This isn't the right place."

"What's wrong, Boss?" "The gentle slopes of this hill are all covered in horse traps. Our horses can't charge here. Let's get out of here before we're discovered!"

After leaving the hillside, what should I do next?

Of course, change direction and keep trying.

Having arrived, the bandits walked in the dark for more than an hour. Many of them bumped into rocks and fell, leaving them with bruised faces and bleeding heads.

There were even cases where a person's horse accidentally stepped into a pothole and fell, breaking the horse's leg, forcing the horse's owner to draw his dagger and kill his mount.

The Brand gang paid a heavy price in blood for this night raid, and now they are turning back because of a small obstacle?
There is no way back, the attack must be launched, and the anger in the hearts of the bandits must be vented.

The hillside on the left side of the caravan's formation was not suitable for charging, so after careful consideration, Brand also eliminated the front and rear roads of the caravan.

The terrain in these two directions is too flat. As long as the bandits charge on horseback, there is a high probability that they will be discovered in advance. Secondly, the hillsides are all dug with horse traps. Are there no traps in these two directions?

The answer is yes.

Chris had people spread a lot of caltrops and triangular nails on the open spaces on both sides.

This thing is not too cheap on the online shopping platform. If you buy in bulk, it costs five yuan per pack, and there are twenty in a pack.

For a simple fee of a thousand bucks, players can use these caltrops to create a "no-entry" zone in front of and behind the vehicle formation.

If the horse bandits ran at full speed in these two directions, they would definitely fall badly and it would not be surprising if they were killed in front of the convoy.

After careful consideration, Brand decided to lead the gang to attack from the direction of the bushes.

On the one hand, the shrubs were not very high and the trees were not dense enough to prevent war horses from passing through.

Secondly, the existence of the bushes also serves as a cover for the gangs, effectively blocking the vision of the caravan sentries and preventing the spread of sound.

If you think about it carefully, this choice is definitely a wise one.

Brand made a decision, so he took the gang on another detour. This time it took them more than half an hour and a lot of effort to get behind the bushes.

Brand, standing in a small open space, gasped. He turned and looked behind him. In the dim light, more than thirty pairs of eyes were looking at him. The faces of all the bandits were extremely gloomy because of the suppressed anger and murderous intent.

"We're finally there."

Brand drew his saber and pointed it at the light of the campfire shining through the gaps in the bushes ahead. He no longer lowered his voice and used his high-pitched voice to ignite the anger of the gang.

"Get on your horses, brothers, let's charge over there and kill those fat sheep, take their money, and take away their horses... Charge!"

Shouting, Brand kicked the horse's belly hard, making his mount spread its legs and begin to trot, gallop, and then sprint towards the light in the darkness.

The gang members followed closely behind Brand, and the resentment and anger that had accumulated due to the two-hour detour, dozens of falls in the dark, and the cold night wind were released at this moment.

The horse bandits ignored all risks and drove their horses hard in the darkness. The low bushes could not stop them at all, and the horses rushed past without paying attention to the obstacles.

Brand ran faster and faster. The distance between the caravan and the carriages was two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, eighty, sixty, forty...

Brand excitedly raised the saber in his hand, however, just as he was about to steer his horse out of the last bushes and appear among the lambs to be chopped.

But he felt the abnormal shaking of the warhorse under his crotch, and the pleasant sound of bells suddenly ringing from under the horse's belly.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

(End of this chapter)