So I'm a sheep.

The thugs were also aroused, and they howled and swung their machetes desperately.

At this moment, life and death have been disregarded!

Sasha stared in disbelief at the cavalry unit, which was clearly in disarray.

The Earl's mansion dispatched nearly four hundred cavalry, while this side only had forty—well, to be precise, only thirty-nine, since they themselves would not participate in the battle.

Despite this ten-to-one numerical disparity, and considering the opponent was no rabble, the team still managed to defeat the enemy.

In such a short time, the Forty Thieves were actually not far from victory...

'It's mainly thanks to our leader, that peerless warrior!'

'If it were me, could I do it?' The girl couldn't help but wonder.

After pondering for a long time, Sasha looked dejected.

Probably not.

The difference in strength between myself and the leader is one aspect, but the most important thing is that I don't have that kind of courage!

I dominate the battlefield, I am invincible!

Such a spirit cannot be cultivated by simply killing a few people.

But here's the problem...

'Where does a mere bandit leader get such magnanimity?'

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A resounding victory!

Not a single one of our people was lost. Well, the boss only treats his own people as human beings; those ruthless bandits don't count—they're just a string of numbers.

If you can slaughter ten times your number of enemies without losing a single person, then you can't call it a great victory!

"Take everything useful—horses, swords, leather armor—and have your tendons severed to drive them back to the city!"

After issuing an extremely cruel order, the leader rode up to Sasha.

"Fifteenth Brother, this trip wasn't in vain, was it?"

'Eye-opening'

The girl remarked with emotion, "I never imagined that a fierce general could have such a significant impact on the course of a battle."

"Brother, you shouldn't be a bandit; you should be His Majesty's general!"

The leader was stunned. He thought the fifteenth sister would praise his unparalleled marksmanship, but he didn't expect her focus to be elsewhere.

"Insightful!"

"Are you praising me, or are you just subtly praising yourself?" Sasha said with a smile.

"Of course I'm praising you. You're just an illiterate country girl, yet your knowledge far surpasses that of those of noble birth."

The leader laughed heartily, but as he laughed, his eyes stung and he almost shed tears.

"Get ready, you'll be busy from now on."

After saying a few words, the man flicked his whip and hurriedly left.

Sasha nodded in agreement; she was indeed going to be busy.

Once news spreads that the Forty Bandits have defeated the Earl's cavalry, countless other bandit groups will come to claim a share of the spoils.

At this moment, Bamberg is like a crab whose legs have been cut off, just waiting to have its last shell peeled off so that its rich crab roe can be enjoyed by everyone.

'But will the bandits who gather here ultimately be the ones to enjoy the crab roe?'

If the girl still considers the leader and his men as simple bandits, she would be incredibly naive.

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"Master, master, something terrible has happened!"

The steward scrambled over to the man who was sipping tea and waiting for good news. His teeth chattered, and he said in terror, "The cavalry has been defeated! Our cavalry has been routed by the Forty Bandits!"

"nonsense!"

Grabbing the butler by the arm, the Earl roared, "What rumors are you spreading? Who ordered you to do this? What are your intentions?!"

"No, I didn't spread any rumors."

"By the way, sir, you should go out and take a look. Everyone is crowding outside the mansion waiting for you to make a decision!"

"Who's waiting for me outside, and what are they waiting for me to do? You can't even explain yourself clearly, so you can forget about being a housekeeper!"

After berating the old steward, Count Bambe hurriedly ran out to take a look, escorted by his personal guards.

"..."

"Your Excellency!"

"Those villains killed Commander Bruto; he died a terrible death."

"The horse is gone, and all the weapons and leather armor have been stripped off."

"That damned villain severed our tendons! Please, do justice for us!"

Count Bambe felt a sudden dizziness, and his personal guards rushed forward to support him.

Volume 1: Chapter 641 Colluding with Foreign Tribes

"Uncle!"

Before Mr. Bambe could recover, a young man stepped forward with a face full of hatred.

"Those villains are formidable; we'll have to ask the elves for help."

Even though they had witnessed the terror of the gang leader, the young people still felt that their uncle could stand up for them.

Elves are a superior race, once the common rulers of humans and dwarves!

The two races have long been independent, yet many who know that history have an indescribable longing for the elves.

Count Bambe's nephew was the kind of person who admired elves. The idea that elves were invincible was so deeply rooted in his mind that it was almost unshakable!

'My uncle has connections with the Elven Royal Court; he's one of the Forty Thieves...'

The young man was gritting his teeth when he suddenly received a heavy slap across the face.

The slap swelled up half of his cheek, and he stared blankly at his uncle, at a loss for what to do.

"You scoundrel! Not only did you betray your own people and collude with the Forty Bandits, but you also dare to slander me as conspiring with foreign tribes?"

Lord Bambe roared, "Take him down right now!"

The guards quickly pinned the young man to the ground, and one of the clever ones even stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.

You have disappointed me.

Looking coldly at the group of defeated soldiers in front of him, Lord Bambe didn't even know why they had the nerve to come back!

"Master, sir"

The soldiers looked terrified, and many people in the crowd watching from a distance held their breath.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, and finally, Mr. Bamberg sighed.

"Come in, everyone."

The Forty Thieves, with malicious intent, severed the tendons of these good-for-nothings and sent them back, yet he had no choice but to accept them against his will.

If we don't show kindness and compassion now, the unrest in the city will likely escalate further.

'The only option now is to send someone to ask for help.'

Of course, we shouldn't ask the elves for help. If those long-eared people knew that they had been driven to the brink by a group of bandits, they would probably turn on us at any moment.

As a fiefdom earl, his request for aid would naturally be made to his lord.

Thinking of this, Mr. Bamberg felt a mix of emotions.

'Perhaps my talents are indeed limited; it would be better for me to be content with being a minor city lord.'

It must be said that Count Bambe suffered a great blow after his carefully trained cavalry was defeated head-on by a group of bandits.

His ambitions seem to have vanished forever.

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With over a hundred useless people whose tendons had been severed, Master Bambe didn't want to keep them around and waste food.

'We must always play some role'

With that in mind, he carefully selected a dozen or so people, intending to let them atone for their crimes through meritorious service.

"Although the Forty Thieves defeated you, nearly half of them were killed or wounded, weren't they?"

After receiving another positive reply, Mr. Bamberg breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, they will definitely need to rest and recuperate for a while. You should take this opportunity to leave the city with the caravan!"

"Don't delay, head to the capital and deliver my personal letter to His Majesty."

"If you handle this matter well, I guarantee you wealth and prosperity for the rest of your lives!"

After offering a few more words of encouragement, Count Bambe eagerly set them off.

Unexpectedly, in less than half a day, these guys slunk back to the Earl's mansion.

"Sir, bandits have blocked the trade routes!"

Before Count Bambe could ask, they quickly replied, "They weren't riding horses, but they were all wearing red coats. They're calling themselves the Forty Thieves, but we don't know if that's true."

Are there many people?

"Nearly fifty people, all ruthless bandits!"

ruthless bandits...

The Earl's heart sank. Whether the Forty Thieves had gathered more bandits to block the trade routes, or other bandit groups wanted to take advantage of the chaos, it was a terrible situation.

Bamberg is a small town and cannot be self-sufficient.