Haibull relayed Gravel's orders to his subordinates and they began to pack up.
At that moment, within a luxurious room.
"Master, we've investigated thoroughly."
"Speak. Where are they?"
Of the two people in the room, one was the perverted Baron Sedak and the other was his informant.
Whenever Baron Sedak thought of Gravel who ruined his plans at the tavern, he was so angry he wanted to eat his flesh and skin. Ever since Gravel kicked him in the groin, he couldn't act like a man anymore.
"Master, according to our investigations, that brat is currently in the mercenary camp outside the castle."
"Alright, I won't let you escape this time. Don't let me catch you. If I do, I'll make sure you're in so much pain you'll wish you were dead! "
As night fell, Gravel's men finished packing and planned to leave the castle under the cover of the night.
While the patrols outside the castle were changing shifts, Gravel's men snuck out of the camp.
Just as they were about to enter the forest, many imperial soldiers rushed out. They each held a torch and lit up the night.
There were around 200 of them and Gravel's men couldn't deal with them at all.
"Capture him alive!" The imperial officer in the lead shouted.
Faced with the ferocious imperial soldiers, Gravel didn't choose to face them head-on. Instead, he had his men scatter and hide in the forest.
Thus, Gravel's men split into groups of three to five and fought against the imperial soldiers. Just like that, the two hundred or so regular army of the Empire was split up. While Gravel's men couldn't compare to the imperial soldiers in terms of technique and equipment, they weren't inferior in the slightest.
Gravel, Tonny, Haibull and the rest gathered together and fought as they retreated. As they fought, Gravel noticed that there were fewer and fewer people following them.
Gravel brandished his sword and fought against the thirty or so imperial soldiers surrounding him. One of the soldiers had planned to ambush Gravel from behind, but Gravel reacted in time and killed him with a single slash of his sword. At the same time, a crossbow arrow shot out of nowhere and streaked across Gravel's arm.
"Ah!" Gravel held his bleeding arm and retreated as he fought. Tonny also brandished his short sword to protect Gravel.
Seeing his men fall one by one, Gravel felt very uncomfortable. At the same time, the situation at Haibull was not looking good. Haibull and the other Brother Gravel were surrounded by four Imperial soldiers, but Haibull wasn't good at fighting.
"No, I have to save Haibull." Gravel endured the pain from his wound and slashed at one of the soldiers with his sword.
At this moment, Molin arrived with reinforcements.
It turned out that ever since Gravel left the valley, Molin had sent someone to guard the valley. Merlin sent someone to stand guard in the forest and inform him immediately if there was any movement from Gravel.
Seeing that Molin had brought reinforcements, Gravel and his men's morale soared. After dealing with the soldiers surrounding Haibull, Gravel ran to meet up with Molin.
"Brother, I've brought eight hundred men to save you." Molin shouted. His voice traveled through the forest, thick and powerful.
The leading imperial officer was stunned by the sudden appearance of this tall and burly man. He actually ordered the remaining 100 or so imperial soldiers to retreat.
"Sir Molin, you really brought eight hundred men?"
"I was just scaring them." Molin smiled.
In fact, Molin had brought everyone in the camp who could fight. Although there were only three hundred of them and their equipment was uneven, it was enough to give the imperial soldiers a hard time.
Just like that, the farce of three hundred farmers chasing after a hundred imperial soldiers played out in the forest.
The imperial soldiers abandoned their armor and fled the Wilson Mountains in a sorry state under the pursuit of the men led by Molin. Molin didn't order his men to chase them out of the forest and instead ordered them to bring the abandoned equipment to the refugee camp. The farmers and even the corpses of the imperial soldiers were stripped clean.
The farmers happily returned to the refugee camp with the equipment while Molin and Gravel followed behind them.
"Sir Molin, you've come at the right time."
"Haha, now we have the equipment to fight against the Empire." Molin laughed heartily.
"When I went down the mountain this time, I heard that there will be an imperial transport team passing through Seaside Castle in two days."
"Really? That's great news. "
After returning to the camp, Gravel and Molin ordered people to prepare for the operation in two days. On the other hand, Molin had Beffman train the farmers in Wilson Mountains how to use weapons.
Two days later, the air was filled with thick fog. About four hundred people were waiting quietly in Wilson's forest, waiting for the Empire's transport team to come to their doorstep.
"Sir Molin, today's weather is very unfavorable for us." Gravel said to Molin beside him.
"Gravel, do you have any ideas?"
"I haven't thought of one yet."
"I have a good idea." Molin pretended to smile mysteriously.
"What method?" Gravel was curious. What good idea could the tall man in front of him have?
"You'll know when the time comes."
At the foot of Wilson Mountains, a group of fully armed men and horses was passing by. The leader of this group of people was a man wearing mail armor and riding a warhorse. This man had a full beard and carried a crescent axe on his back, looking very domineering.
At this time, a sentry who had gone to scout ahead came back to report to this man.
"No ambush?" The man asked after hearing the sentry's report.
"It's good that there's no ambush, but everyone still needs to be on high alert. Today's fog is very thick, anything can happen. "
After the man finished speaking, he thought to himself, "I hope nothing happens this time. If something happens, I won't be able to protect my little life. Sigh, who told the escorts to be so important this time. "
There were about two hundred imperial soldiers in charge of escorting the goods, all of whom were the elites of the army. They tried their best to speed through the foot of Wilson Mountains, because the probability of something happening here was very high.
"Everyone, speed up, don't get separated." The herald shouted.
In such a thick fog, the horses carrying the goods were reluctantly driven away by the soldiers.
Suddenly, a few spots of light lit up in front.
The leader's heart suddenly thumped, cold sweat seeping out of his forehead.
"Ambush!" The soldier in front suddenly shouted, and then a flying axe hit the soldier in the face.
The fire suddenly came closer, and the leader saw the "bandits" on horses.
"Protect the goods, prepare to meet the enemy!" The man shouted.
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