The commander realized that he had been fooled by these 'bandits' from the very beginning. First of all, these bandits already knew about his escort operation. Then, they made use of the foggy weather to lure the elite knights into the dense forest. Secondly, they had set up an ambush at the entrance to Haiya Castle, making it impossible for him to call for reinforcements. He couldn't even escape now.
Just thinking about this sent a chill down the commander's spine.
Now, the commander could only resign himself to fate.
"Listen, you only have two options now. The first option is to fight to the death, which will result in your entire army being wiped out. The second option is to leave all the soldiers behind and leave alone. "Darlina didn't give the commander too much time to think.
The commander glanced at the dense forest and thought about the actions of these 'bandits'.
'These bandits are too powerful. I wonder what other tricks they have up their sleeves for me.' The commander thought to himself.
"Alright, I'll choose the second option. Let me go, and you can do whatever you want with these soldiers. "The commander said.
The remaining soldiers all looked at their commander. They didn't expect their commander to betray his subordinates in order to escape. Most of the soldiers' hearts sank, and they lost their will to fight.
"You can go now." Darlina waved her hand towards the dense forest, indicating for the commander to leave.
The commander ran towards Haiya Castle, not even bothering to pick up his helmet and weapon that had fallen to the ground.
Darlina turned around and spoke to the remaining Nogran soldiers.
"You saw it too. Your commander didn't care about your lives in order to escape. Now, the nobles are profiting so much that the people have no way to make a living. If you still have a conscience, don't help the evildoers. Those who want to join us can stay. Those who don't can leave behind your equipment. "
The moment these words were spoken, the imperial soldiers below looked at each other in bewilderment. Then, a tall Northland soldier shouted that he was willing to join.
After a while, the other Northland soldiers also expressed their willingness to join Darlina and the others. Only seven Derman soldiers took off their armor and wanted to leave. Darlina didn't stop them and let them go.
Just like that, the people returned to the refugee camp with their spoils of war.
"Lord Merlin, your plan this time was too successful!" Gravel said happily.
"Everyone cooperated well." Molin appeared to be very modest.
"Sir, can you guess what goods we've robbed this time?" At this moment, Beffman ran over happily and said.
"What is it?"
"Gold! Eight full chests of gold! "
"It seems like we've intercepted the supplies that were being transported to Haiya Castle. The military won't let it go so easily," Gravel said.
"Lord Merlin, what should we do next?" Beffman asked.
"What we need to do next is …" Merlin said thoughtfully.
"Give the gold to the poor?" Gravel and Beffman said in unison, looking at Molin in confusion.
"What? Isn't this operation to rob the rich and give to the poor? "Molin also had some doubts.
"It's … it's for the poor!"
"But these are eight boxes of gold." Beffman emphasized the word "gold" on purpose.
"Yes, we'll keep four boxes. The rest will be given to the poor villagers nearby, "Molin said firmly.
"Alright, Lord Merlin. Since you're so insistent, we'll do as you say. "Gravel thought for a while and said to Molin.
"Then let's do it," Beffman said.
After saying that, Beffman immediately went to do it. He called a few of his brothers on horseback, and each of them took some gold and rushed towards the village near the camp.
After passing through the dense forest, Beffman and the others saw a village not far away.
"Look, that's the Giant Bear Village. I stayed there for a while when I was young, "one of them said loudly.
"Later we'll be able to see the happy faces of the people there when they get the gold." Beffman clamped his legs and rode towards the village.
The rest of the people also followed Beffman and rode towards the village.
"Beffman, look, it seems like there's a big fire there."
Beffman stopped his horse and looked towards the place where Gravel was pointing. Indeed, there was thick smoke rising from there.
"It looks like bandits, Gravel brothers, be alert." Beffman said.
The few Gravel brothers pulled out their weapons.
"Brothers, let's go."
Beffman and the others were like lightning streaking across the lush grassland, catching the bandits unprepared. These bandits were just a group of scattered bandits, altogether there were only twenty or so people. Their equipment was crude, and their clothes were covered in dust.
How could these bandits be a match for Beffman and the others who were able to repel the Empire's army?
Except for a few bandits who were killed or ran away, the rest of the bandits all knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Where did you come from?" Beffman dismounted from his horse and patted the dust off his clothes while asking one of the bandits who was kneeling on the ground.
"Lord, we came from Haiya Castle. We were originally ordinary farmers, but we couldn't bear the heavy taxes of the nobles, so we ran out to become bandits. Lord, this is our first offense, please spare us. "The bandit begged.
Beffman carefully sized up the bandit. The bandit had rough skin and his hands were full of calluses. With one look, one could tell that he often worked in the fields.
"Alright …"
Just as Beffman was about to let the bandits go, an old man quickly walked out from the dilapidated house. The old man's steps were unsteady, but he still walked quickly, as if he was afraid of missing something.
"You can't let them go, my daughter …" The old man said with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears.
"Old man, please speak slowly." Beffman ran over to support the old man.
"My daughter … was killed by those bandits …" The old man couldn't help but cry. He tightly held Beffman's hand, as if he was grabbing onto a life-saving straw.
"Old man, please speak slowly, I will uphold justice for you."
"My Lord, my daughter was defiled by these bandits." The old man finally managed to hold himself back and finished his sentence.
"My Lord, please spare us. We were blinded by lust, we know our wrongs. "The bandits knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Beffman originally wanted to give these bandits a chance, but since they had committed such a crime, they couldn't blame Beffman.
"Nail them on the wooden stakes, use a dagger to cut off their tendons and let them feed to the crows." Beffman ordered.
"Lord, we won't dare to do it again, please spare us."
Beffman no longer paid attention to the bandits, but went to comfort the old man and his daughter, and gave them a bag of gold.
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