Chapter 47 I am Baron Omar's Man
The gate of the inner courtyard was kicked open by Number Two, who entered with a shield held high. His sharp eyes scanned the area and immediately spotted the six-grain merchants huddled in a corner.
"Who are you?!" the fat merchant asked, his voice trembling.
Leo stepped out from behind Number Two, his gaze sweeping over the merchants. He sneered, "Good, our targets are all here."
"What targets? Who are you? Bandits? Let me tell you, Lord Henry of Eldoria is on his way," one of the merchants shouted in fear, his words filled with panic.
"That's right! Lord Henry has a hundred-strong guard. If you dare to touch us, he will have you all killed," another merchant threatened.
It was no wonder the merchants mistook them. Leo and his group were all dressed in dark clothes, with black headscarves and well-crafted weapons. They were easily mistaken for bandits.
Furthermore, their guards had been eliminated, so they had no choice but to mention Henry's noble status, hoping to intimidate the menacing group in front of them.
A strange look appeared in the eyes of Leo and his companions. These merchants were actually trying to use Henry to scare them. Didn't they know that the Lord sent them?
"No, you're not bandits," the fat merchant suddenly exclaimed in fear. He had seen bandits before, or rather, he had been involved in a bandit raid.
He knew that bandits raided for money, but these people in front of him didn't seem to care about money at all. Their target was clearly them.
Some grain merchants shouted together, "What? Are they not bandits?"
The merchants looked at each other, some of them relieved. As long as they weren't the kind of bandits who slaughtered for money, it was a relief.
"Who are you people?" the fat merchant shouted, "I'll have you know, I am a man of Baron Omar. If you touch me, Baron Omar will immediately send his troops to crush you."
A hint of impatience flashed in Leo's eyes as he waved his hand indifferently, "Take them away, and anyone who dares to resist, give them a blade."
Numbers Five and Six grinned, and with their military knives in hand, they quickly bound the merchants.
Rags were stuffed into the merchants' mouths, and their heads were covered with black cloth. Under the threat of the military knives, they didn't dare to move. The one who dared to move had already lost a finger.
"Let's go!" Leo waved his hand, leading the way out.
As the eight of them left the courtyard with the merchants, their bodies stiffened, and cold sweat broke out.
Number Two asked, "What... what's going on?"
Number Two, carrying his shield, stood in front, looking at the dozen or so people surrounding the courtyard, each of them with a recurve bow aimed at them.
"It seems we're in for a rough time," Leo said hoarsely.
He suddenly thought of many things, especially what instructor David had said just two days ago. After completing a mission, one should not be careless, or else they would be in deep trouble.
Applause rang out in the darkness as David, Charles, and Brian walked out.
David said, "What can I say? I just taught you the other day, and you've already forgotten in today's real battle. You even let us be ambushed. You're really something."
David's voice rose in anger, "What? Killing a few grunts makes you so excited that you forget everything. If it weren't for us here today, but the enemy, would you still be alive?"
The eight of them fell silent, their previous sense of pride now doused with a bucket of cold water.
Indeed, in the beginning, they easily killed many guards, which made them feel proud and made them think that these guards were nothing.
Henry had also guessed this, so David and the others brought the longbow team to kill the arrogant spirit of the War Wolf Battle Squad, giving them a lasting lesson.
"With this equipment, if you can't even deal with the grunts, you can also withdraw from the War Wolf Battle Squad," David said coldly, sweeping his eyes over the eight of them, not seeing anyone injured, and feeling somewhat satisfied.
The eight of them scratched their heads awkwardly. They had really made great contributions with their recurve bows and crossbows.
"Alright, let's all go back. Remember, the only time you can relax is in the barracks, only when you retreat, not like today." David said indifferently.
"Yes, sir!" The eight of them roared in unison.
Then they handed six grain merchants over to David and the others, and the War Wolf Battle Squad disappeared into the night.
David looked at the eight people who had disappeared. His serious face finally relaxed, and he chuckled, "They did a good job; they can go on a mission if not for the last scene."
"Indeed, they can kill without mercy, and they can do a good job of killing with one blow." Charles agreed. He had seen the dead bodies, and what they did was no worse than him.
"Henry's estimate is accurate. Didn't you see the triumphant spirit of the few of them just now when they came out of the yard? It's a good thing to warn them once, or there will be big trouble." Brian shook his head and smiled bitterly.
David took out a small notebook from his pocket and read aloud according to the requirements on it: "There are rewards for merits. The task tonight, they did a good job. Each person will receive a silver coin, three meals, and a third-class merit."
"I will arrange it; you take the people away first. You can not delay Henry's plan," Charles urged.
David said, "Okay!"
The six-grain merchants were taken away, and as for what kind of fate, in fact, Henry had long arranged for them.
