So I'm a sheep.

The man laughed loudly, "The power of the royal family is so great that even if all the great nobles joined forces, they probably couldn't contend with it."

"I would be crazy to think of rebelling, Fifteenth Prince, don't overthink it."

"Phew, that startled me."

Sasha patted her chest and said, "Boss, you know the strength of all the nobles in the kingdom so well. I thought you had planned to rebel for a long time, and you might have even chosen the location for the uprising."

"I just wanted to broaden your horizons, that's all."

The leader waved his hand: "Those militiamen have fled. Let's clean up the battlefield."

Volume 1: Chapter 647 Trap

The defeat of the Allied forces seemed to have finally given up hope for some people in the city. They sent representatives to make secret contact with the Forty Thieves, expressing their willingness to open the city gates and surrender.

The leader readily agreed, but set the date for two months later.

"Boss, there's not much food left in the city."

The city's representative pleaded, "In another two months, I don't know how many people will starve to death."

"We just want to survive, please have mercy on us."

"You've only agreed to my conditions now; I don't think you're sincere at all."

The leader said expressionlessly, "I said two months from now, and that's it! Of course, if you really can't wait, I have a workaround you'd like to hear?"

"Please speak, please speak!"

“Cut off Count Bambe’s head and throw it out of the city, then I’ll be back in immediately.”

"This, this won't do."

The city representative turned pale: "Lord Bambe is an earl, how could we harm him!"

"Wouldn't opening the city gates harm him?" The leader's tone was quite meaningful.

“It’s different. Opening the city gates is opening the city gates, and murdering the Earl is murdering the Earl. They are two different things.”

It's really the same thing, but this guy insists on deceiving himself, and the leader goes along with him.

"I've given you two choices. Go back and think it over carefully."

"go"

The head of the gang gave the order to leave, and the man had no choice but to leave with a gloomy expression.

"..."

"Boss, what's the trick to this?"

Sasha, who had been standing quietly behind him with a black cloth covering her face, spoke up and asked.

She wondered why the leader insisted on waiting two months. Could it be that the other side's surrender was a trap?

"Don't underestimate Count Bambe's ability to control his fiefdom. Also, there are some things I haven't finished communicating with him about."

Oh?

Sasha looked at the leader, but the latter remained silent.

.....................................

A week passed, and there was no movement in the city; two weeks, three weeks passed, and still nothing happened.

Without a doubt, the people in the city were prepared to endure another two months of hardship.

This was not unexpected for the leader, and Sasha increasingly felt that those people were faking their surrender.

The day before the agreed-upon opening date, in order to motivate everyone, the chief of the gang specially arranged for a batch of wine to be brought over.

It wasn't to the point that the thugs got completely drunk; it was just enough for each of them to have a good chatter session.

"What excellent wine! I've never tasted such good wine before!"

"It's fragrant and mellow, but unfortunately there's not enough."

Many people offered toasts to the leader, and he accepted them all, taking the opportunity to make grand promises while drinking.

After several rounds of drinks, the second-in-command helped the tipsy first-in-command back into the house.

"brother!"

"Big brother, what's up?"

"You didn't seem to be in high spirits earlier. Perhaps you didn't enjoy the drink?"

"Haha, I have another pot in my room, let's have a taste together, brothers!"

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, the head of the gang indeed found a wine jug.

"Come on in, don't be shy!"

"..."

He took the wine jug, took a sip, and his throat burned.

Fueled by alcohol, the second-in-command said in a deep voice, "Brother, give me a straight answer."

"Although my brother was disloyal to me at first and was a bit ungrateful, we still managed to save face."

"You saw what my brother did afterward. Even if he didn't do anything special, he still put in a lot of effort!"

Glancing at the drunken leader, the man gritted his teeth and asked, "In short, am I going to live or die?"

"Not only have you worked hard, but you have also made great contributions, brother."

The leader spoke clearly: "Without your connections, would so many major bandit groups have come to join us in the first place?"

"Even though they harbor malicious intentions, it's good that they've come."

"You asked if you can survive, and all I can say is that I will give you a chance."

.....................................

"Brother, please speak!"

The man didn't pretend to be confused; instead, he said, "Give me a chance."

The second-in-command felt reassured and excitedly said, "I'll go through fire and water for you, whatever your orders are!"

"It's not that serious, but it is indeed dangerous."

The head of the gang sat up slightly and said, "According to the plan, we will head straight for the Earl's mansion after entering the city tomorrow night."

"Kill Lord Bambe, seize his treasure, and then retreat quickly."

“But things aren’t that simple. Count Bambe must have set a trap in the city for us to walk right into.”

"..."

After drinking, the second-in-command was a little sluggish, and it took him a while to react: "Brother, you're saying those guys were just faking their surrender?"

"kindness"

"Then, what do you want me to do, brother?"

"Tomorrow night you will lead the team of eight hundred heroes to break through Count Bambe's trap!"

The leader said calmly, "The fifteen of us will just stay outside the city. If you can come out at dawn, take your share of the money and go our separate ways."

"If you can't get out by daybreak, I will avenge you."

The second-in-command tapped his head. He felt that even if he knew in advance that there was a trap, it wasn't impossible for him to lead his brothers to break through the Earl's mansion.

However, there's one thing I don't understand.

"Brother, you already knew there was a trap."

"With Ming'er in command and a group of experts assisting, breaking through the Earl's mansion should be easier for him than for me, right?"

The leader smiled but didn't speak. Seeing this, the man nodded firmly!

"Alright, I won't press the matter any further."

"Brother, you are a hero, you wouldn't lie to me and risk my life only to kill me in the end."

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As the stars sparsely scattered at midnight, the gates of Bambe opened on time.

"The first, second-in-command?"

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm honored by your high regard, brother. Today, Grandpa will be leading the team!"

Pushing the person in front of him aside, the second-in-command led his bandits inside menacingly.

Eight hundred heroes filed in, but the fifteen riders at the back of the column dawdled and fell behind the main force.

"Second Master, Second Master, slow down! It seems the First Master and the others have fallen behind," a bandit hurriedly reminded him.

"That's really true."

The second-in-command nodded, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"Wait a minute, look at the rooftops ahead, aren't there people there?"

"what?"

Before the sharp-eyed bandits could even confirm it, the second-in-command shouted, "Oh no, this is a trap!"

trap?

But... but there seems to be no one on the roof.

Someone looked puzzled and was about to say something when the city gate behind them slammed shut with a 'bang'.

No one jumped down from the roof, but a large number of able-bodied men suddenly poured out of the surrounding houses.

"Kill these robbers!"

"Go quickly and inform the Earl; the bandits have already noticed us."

Amid the commotion, the second-in-command let out a sinister grin.

"Brothers, follow me and kill!"