Green Monster Epic

Chapter 15: Attack

Regis led the remaining able-bodied warriors, cautiously guarding against the powerful Hobgoblin group in the distance, watching them busily making a fire and cooking, skillfully cleaning up the Jackal corpses, and then placing them on the fire to roast.

The guys in the caravan secretly observed the Hobgoblins' actions, and seeing their cruel behavior, they felt a chill down their spines, thinking that if they were to become Hobgoblin food, their fate would probably be the same.

"What a bunch of ignorant beasts!"

A young warrior who had joined the Eagle Mercenary Group not long ago looked at the tragedy with a face full of anger and said fiercely.

"… … … …"

His companions around him didn't respond, having long been accustomed to the barbaric ways of the wilderness tribes. Although they were somewhat disgusted by this, they didn't feel the same sense of justice as the young man.

"When you live on this land, sooner or later you will become like this."

Regis stared expressionlessly at the Hobgoblins' movements, patting the young team member on the shoulder and saying.

"Impossible, my Lord taught me to uphold justice and never do unrighteous things."

The young man flatly denied the captain's words, answering without a doubt.

"Heh heh, maybe."

Regis didn't argue with the young man. For this young man who believed in the Lord of the Dawn, maintaining order and kindness was deeply ingrained in their behavior.

"Everyone, get ready. Remember to maintain formation in the next battle, and conserve your strength in case the Hobgoblins betray us. At least we have to survive and go back to reunite with our families."

Regis took advantage of the break to make arrangements for the next action. As hired mercenaries, since the employer asked them to cooperate with the Hobgoblins to attack a Jackal camp that had lost its main elite force, they had no right to refuse the money. The only thing Regis could do was to ensure the survival of his comrades as much as possible within the rules.

Of course, Regis was not opposed to this cooperation with the Hobgoblins. Helping to do something that obviously didn't have much risk could greatly increase the chances of survival for the caravan they were protecting, which also meant that their mission was completed. Therefore, coordinating a good relationship with the Hobgoblins had become an important task for Regis now.

"Chief Allen, here are half of the weapons and chainmail that were promised to you. Please check them. The rest will be delivered when we leave."

To be honest, Feli didn't want to fulfill the conditions promised to Allen now, but Allen forced Feli to hand over half of the weapons, using the excuse that the Hobgoblins needed weapons and equipment to attack the Jackal tribe more safely. Without a choice, Feli had no choice but to hand over 5 light maces to Allen. Watching a group of strong Hobgoblins excitedly take the terrifying maces from Allen's hands and wave them in the air, Feli couldn't help but feel a chill when he imagined the scene of these armed Hobgoblins suddenly turning their guns and smashing their weapons on their own people.

"Very good, Manager Feli, please rest assured that I, Allen, keep my word. As long as you don't violate our agreement and seriously cooperate with us to capture the Bonefire Tribe camp, you can rest assured of the safety of your caravan."

Allen was also clever. After getting the benefits from the other party, he naturally knew how to behave, and said some nice words to appease the other party's uneasy heart.

"That's right, that's right."

Feli cursed in his heart, but on the surface he looked obedient.

The Hobgoblins had a full meal, leaving behind a pile of Jackal bones. Allen ordered several female Hobgoblins to send the spoils and a few corpses back to the camp, and then led nearly forty Hobgoblin clansmen to slowly march towards the Jackal camp more than 30 miles away with the Silver Flash's huge caravan.

As a powerful local force, the Jackals naturally occupy a territory that is much richer in natural resources than the Hobgoblins' land. A gurgling stream that never runs dry flows through the area, and all kinds of shrubs and weeds are growing luxuriantly. From time to time, a small wild animal appears in it. Such a scene, placed on the Hobgoblins' land, would probably have been completely excavated by the omnivorous Hobgoblins. Anything that can be eaten would have been stuffed into their stomachs.

Of course, this is also thanks to the Jackals' diet being mainly meat, which has prevented the vegetation growing along the water source from being greatly damaged. As long as there is plant growth, the herbivorous animals that feed on plants will not be cut off. Under such mutual influence, the Jackals' lives are much better than the Hobgoblins'.

Allen had been paying attention to the surrounding ecological system along the way, and deeply felt that the idea he had suddenly come up with today was really wise. As long as he managed it properly, it was expected that the population of the Green Field Tribe would experience explosive growth in the foreseeable days. As the population of the Green Field Tribe increased, it also meant an increase in the strength of the tribe. After more warriors appeared, there would be no such pain as now, watching a large piece of fat meat placed in front of them, but unable to eat it.

Allen hadn't really given up on the Silver Flash caravan as prey. He knew the strength of the Green Field Tribe and the survival rules of the wilderness. If their tribe lost too much in the strategy of the Silver Flash caravan, then the enemies hiding in the dark and peeping at their tribe would jump out of the darkness and open their claws to start a fight against the Green Field Tribe, completely destroying the Green Field Tribe.

Although the Silver Flash caravan lost a lot of combat power in the previous battle, the 8 Eagle mercenaries who were still alive, as well as the dozen or so low-level warriors owned by the caravan itself, could still cause great losses to the Green Field Tribe.

Although the 30-mile flat road was dragged back by 9 carriages, the Meng Blood Horse descendants with extraordinary strength still easily carried the heavy carriages and arrived at the Bonefire Tribe's camp when the sun was 45 degrees west.

The Bonefire Jackals' camp has a much better living environment than the Green Field camp built on the hills. The lake near the camp, which covers a large area, is rippling in the breeze at this time. Facing uninvited guests, the Bonefire camp, built of logs, had already had the Jackals guarding the camp close the simple gate. Behind the fence, shadows were moving, and the Jackals were mobilizing their clansmen and slaves to take up weapons and guard against these unknown guests.

"Listen up, people inside, your Bonefire Chieftain Man Claw has already been killed by the powerful Allen, and your warriors have also become our souls under the knife. I limit you to quickly give up resistance, and my Green Field Tribe can spare you from death. Otherwise, when my tribe's warriors break through your camp, all those who hold weapons against my tribe's warriors will be my tribe's enemies! !"

Allen stood at the gate of the Bonefire camp and shouted loudly inside, trying to see if he could persuade the enemy to surrender or confuse the other party's military morale with words, but now it seems that it is useless. Behind the camp fence, the Jackals used the Jackal dialect and yelled at Allen in a mess. Along with the shouts, there were also a dozen or so pebbles of different sizes, which fell around Allen, causing Allen to be caught off guard for a while.