At this time, the battle was nearing its end. It had to be said that the combat power of the former main city soldiers was quite impressive. In a battle of 20 versus 70, they could still kill more than a dozen mounted gangsters. It was quite impressive. However, that was all. Now, the 20 soldiers had basically been killed.
As for the merchant members of the Chamber of Commerce, they could not be considered combat power. Those who were not observant were killed by the mounted gangsters with a single slash. Those who were slightly smarter would have shouted for a while with their swords, and then immediately hid as soon as the fight started. That way, they could still live.
"Leader, it's almost done. We've killed all those with swords." The orc, Gurem, carried his mace and walked to Gilbert, who was still holding Marvin's corpse, and reported with a smile.
"Hmm …" Gilbert was still squatting there, and nodded slightly.
"You're the one who killed Marvin? That's great. Our bandit group is indebted to you. "Gurem also greeted Li Huailin at this time.
"Very?" Li Huailin said slowly. "If that's the case, why are you crying?"
"Crying? Why would I … "Gurem said as he touched his eyes, and sure enough, there were a lot of tears.
"Eh? Why would I … "Gurem looked at the tears on his fingers strangely, and said strangely," Leader, it's so strange. Why am I crying? "
"I don't know …" Gilbert slowly stood up.
"Leader, why are you crying too? Why?" Gurem asked as he looked at the tearful Gilbert.
"I really don't know. I just suddenly feel like something very sad has happened, but I don't know what it is …" Gilbert said as he wiped his eyes with his right sleeve. "Gurem, wipe your tears first. Don't let the members see it."
"Oh …" Gurem also wiped his tears.
"How's the situation?" Gilbert looked around the situation. The mounted gangsters had the situation under control. Now, a few people were collecting the captives, a few were collecting the corpses of their companions, and some were counting the goods.
"The guards have all been killed, and the merchants of 11 caravans were captured. The goods are still being counted. We've lost 13 brothers, two are seriously injured, and a dozen are lightly injured, "Garem reported.
"Bring the captives here," Gilbert said.
Not long after, a dozen people were dragged in front of Gilbert. These people weren't tied up, but each of them had a bandit behind them with a knife pressed against their necks. If they moved even the slightest bit, they would probably be stabbed.
The leader of this group of captives was the leader of the merchant group, Jared. No one knew how this guy survived the chaos, but he was alive and uninjured.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Caravan Captain," Gilbert greeted Jared with a smile.
As soon as Gilbert finished speaking, the bandit behind Jared raised his leg and kicked the back of Jared's knee. Jared immediately knelt down.
"You … you can't kill me …" Jared was already panicking, and he said in a trembling voice.
"Oh, why can't I kill you?" Gilbert asked with a smile.
"I … I'm Marquis Filmte's man … no, I'm his henchman, henchman." Jared could only rely on the marquis to scare people.
"Oh, henchman?" Gilbert smiled.
"Yes, yes. If you kill me, Marquis Filmte will definitely send his army to surround you. That won't be good for anyone, right?" Jared saw that Gilbert seemed to hesitate for a moment. He felt that this was his chance, so he quickly said.
"Do you think your master Filmte won't come to us if I don't kill you? Then what do you think I should do? Let you go back and lead the way for Marquis Filmte? Hehe, do you think I'm an idiot? "Gilbert said with a smile.
"No … no … I won't go to the marquis after I go back!" Jared quickly said.
"Alright, you people listen up!" Gilbert couldn't be bothered with Jared anymore. He stood up and raised his voice to the captives on the other side. "I'll give you a way out now. Follow me from now on. Everyone knows what happened today, and I won't let anyone live to report to Marquis Filmte. Either you die today, or you follow me. Make your choice."
The Merchants below were immediately tempted. Even though it was quite pitiful for a Merchant to become a bandit, and they were doing quite well in the main city, it was still better than dying. A few older merchants struggled even more. They still had families in the main city, and if they became bandits, what would happen to them?
"I'm willing to join!" A very young captive shouted. "I'm just a helper in the Chamber of Commerce, and I'm not married. My parents have their own jobs, and they can take care of themselves. It's better than dying!"
With one, there was a second. Soon, six people stood up and expressed that they wanted to join. These six people were relatively young, and they didn't have families in the main city. They were just helpers in the caravan. The remaining seven continued to kneel there, feeling conflicted. They weren't young people anymore. They had wives, concubines, and children at home. How could they just become bandits?
"I … I'll join …" a man in his forties stood up slowly.
"Derrick, you!" another person next to him shouted, glaring at Derrick.
"I want to join. What's wrong with that?" Derrick suddenly became agitated. "I just want to live. What's wrong with that?"
"This …" The person next to him was speechless. He didn't know how to retort. In fact, he wanted to live too, but he couldn't bear to give up the family business he'd worked so hard for for decades. Once he became a bandit, there would be no turning back.
"I'm an accountant. I know how to keep accounts. I can help you … no, help our group," Derrick shouted at Gilbert.
"Alright, that's all." At this moment, Gilbert waved his hand, and the few people who didn't stand up were immediately dragged away by the bandits behind them. Some people seemed to want to say something, but Gilbert ignored them and let the bandits behind him choke him so that he couldn't speak.
"Alright, there are seven people left," Gilbert said, looking at the seven people who had stood up. Gilbert looked at the seven people who stood up and said, "You all want to join our Bandit Group, but we have a rule. Before you enter, you must first show your loyalty."
"Proof of allegiance?" The few people standing there asked curiously.
"Look, there's a confidant of Marquis Fillmut here. That's perfect. Kill him, and you'll be my brothers," Gilbert said, pointing at Jared, who was kneeling on the ground.
"What?" Jared's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked at the seven people standing.
The bandits next to him immediately handed them a knife. The bandits weren't afraid that they would suddenly attack. There was nothing to fear about these merchants. Those who had the guts to resist were already lying on the ground.
However, none of the seven people immediately stepped forward to attack. Instead, all of them had conflicted expressions on their faces. That was because Jared was really a very good captain. Looking at Jared kneeling on the ground, some of their memories were evoked. He had taken care of them at work, given them money when they were in trouble, drank with them, and taken risks.
"What … what do we do? I can't do it … "a young man said.
"I … I can't do it either …"
"Think about it carefully," Gilbert said. Gilbert said from the side. As soon as he finished speaking, screams could be heard. The few merchants who did not stand up had already been executed.
"No … I don't want to die …" A young man was breaking down. He immediately pulled out his knife and was about to step forward.
"Don't … Don't kill me, Eggart …" Jared said, kneeling there.
"…" The young man named Eggart looked at the begging Jared and hesitated. He couldn't do it no matter what.
"Puchi!" At this moment, a sword pierced through Jared's head and came out from below as if there was no obstruction. The huge force immediately nailed him to the ground, and blood flowed everywhere.
"I'm in," Li Huailin said, standing beside Jared's corpse.
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