I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 33: Bohemian Hero
Although there was a discordant episode where the player disobeyed orders, Isaac's caravan still won this encounter, and there were no casualties. There was only one unlucky guy who was hit in the back by a javelin during the battle.

That’s right, the javelin was thrown by one of our own people. Fortunately, it hit the opponent sideways instead of stabbing him, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Ruoyu and six others rushed out to chase and kill the horse bandits. It was dark, so they didn't run far before returning.

However, when they came back, the six men brought back spoils... a horse whose leg was not lame, but whose body was cut by the barbed wire with more than a dozen holes, so that half of its body was soaked in blood.

Chris came over to take a look. The horse didn't look very good. It was too thin and bony, even thinner than the unskilled horse that had been pulling the carriage in the team for two months.

Chris never mistreats the animals in the caravan. No matter whether they have two legs or four legs, they are all well fed and watered every day. Those who can eat meat all have meat to eat.

The quality of the meat may not be very good, it is frozen meat, but it is still meat, at most it is not very fresh, there is no other problem.

The poor horses and donkeys were fed with fine feed for every meal, and had two extra meals at night, which included soybeans, eggs, and oats.

Isaac came over and saw the problem.

"These horse bandits are either on the run, or they just stole this horse from a farmer's house not long ago."

"Would you like to ask? Look, I brought them here."

A smile appeared on Home Alone's face, then he suddenly reached out from behind and took out three heads with their eyes open, and threw them at Isaac's feet.

As a veteran, Isaac was not frightened. Instead, he squatted down and carefully picked up the heads one by one to identify their appearance.

"What are you looking at?"

Chris walked behind Isaac curiously and asked him. The latter's behavior seemed a little creepy to him.

"See if there's anyone you know."

Isaac sighed and threw the head aside.

"Did you find anyone you know?"

"We found one, Brand, a former colleague from the neighboring regiment. He was an excellent dragoon sergeant. I didn't expect him to become a horse bandit."

Chris scratched his head and looked at the head that rolled away.

"Well... since this horse bandit is someone you know, why don't you bury him?"

"Why bury him? Since he's already a bandit, he should be mentally prepared for the possibility of dying without a burial place."

Isaac disagreed with Chris's suggestion. He turned around, waved his hand and issued orders to his men.

"Light the torches. Once they are lit, musketeers, continue shooting at the bodies of the bandits in the trap area to ensure they are completely killed. Everyone else go back to sleep, and the sentries will continue to stand guard."

"Boss, there seems to be a horse still alive there, shouldn't we go and rescue it?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Human life is more important than a horse's."

Isaac was firm in his opinion, so except for the light of the rekindled bonfire and the six players, the entire caravan did not leave the caravan all night.

When dawn arrived and the sky brightened, Chris took charge of the cooking, cooking three large pots of broth and three pots of noodles. After everyone had a delicious meal, he began to clean up the remains of the battlefield.

However, these two days were indeed unlucky days for Isaac's caravan. Just as the caravan members entered the trap area and retrieved two bundles of barbed wire, the sound of dense horse hooves was heard again in the distance.

"grass!"

Chris, who was scraping the bottom of the pot with a large iron spoon, intending to scrape off the sticky noodles to feed the donkey, reacted the fastest. He dropped what he was holding and threw the flintlock behind him into his hand.

"There's the sound of horse hooves! The bandits are coming back! Quick, get your guns!"

Isaac, who was sitting on a small stool and burping, was frightened by Chris's words. He jumped up suddenly, rushed to the side of the car group, and raised his brass monocular towards the end of the road where the sound of horse hooves came from.

After watching for a while, Isaac sighed. "They're not bandits... they're the damn Bohemian patrol, the blue-clad cavalry, the regular army cavalry."

Connie, hide quickly and don't let them see you!"

"Isn't this similar to when we encountered horse bandits?"

"At least when we encounter this group of people, we don't have to fight to the death, and we can't fight to the death."

It was indeed impossible to fight and win, because there were nearly a hundred Bohemian cavalrymen riding towards them. They were wearing blue canvas uniforms, triangular military caps, and each of them was holding a shortened-barrel musket and a saber.

They ran over quickly and surrounded the traffic. Isaac took the initiative to walk towards them, holding up the documents in his hand as he walked.

The cavalry captain, riding a tall horse, rode out of the crowd and glanced casually at what was in Isaac's hand from a high position.

"I see. This is a legal caravan, so you should know the rules."

"I know. One third of the goods."

Isaac sighed and put the document back in his arms.

"Since you understand the rules, I won't make things difficult for you."

The captain was very satisfied with Isaac's understanding. He waved his hand and asked his cavalry to dismount, walk into the convoy, and start picking through the caravan's goods.

"Ah, so many people died here?"

"It's the horse bandits. The horse bandits attacked last night."

"Captain, I found Brand, his head is here!"

"Take him away. The reward on this guy is worth quite a bit of money. Take him away."

"Well, what is this thing?"

The captain, who had not dismounted from his horse, pointed his saber at the barbed wire that the Bohemian soldiers had dragged out of the bushes and questioned Isaac through his nose.

"It was the concertina wire. It was it that helped us delay the bandits' attack."

"Well... this thing is good, I want it."

The captain and his cavalrymen were better than the horse bandits. In addition to not killing people, they took away the heads of all the horse bandits and one-third of the goods from the caravan.

The most valuable goods, such as salt, leather, and homespun cloth, were all carried away on horseback by the Bohemian cavalry.

Fortunately, the caravan's animals were all poor horses, which the proud Bohemian cavalry looked down upon, otherwise they would have taken away a few of them.

However, they looked down on the slow horses, but one of the cavalrymen took a fancy to the three large pots used to cook breakfast in the caravan. He did not mind that the pots had not been washed yet, and happily tied them up with ropes and carried them away on his back.

When they left, Lin Ruoyu and the other players looked back at the miserable chariot formation, then looked back at the gracefully departing figures of the Bohemian cavalry. They all had a grudge in their throats, not knowing how to spit it out.

"Fuck, they have such good military discipline."

"Yeah, no one wants to kill innocent people to gain credit."

"By the way, are they really capable of fighting if they do this?"

"Who knows? Don't think all armies in the world are PLAs. It's the 25th century now, and the armies of European and American countries aren't necessarily better disciplined than these feudal cavalrymen."

　PS: The storyline in the Bohemian Empire is about to end, and the storyline in the Kingdom of Bagnia will begin next.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)