Chapter 14 Follow

Annan didn't go too long when he heard the sound of hooves in the distance.

The voice was far away from him.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped slowly, and hid himself.

In front of him is a slightly steep soil slope with sparse pine plants on both sides. From this dirt slope all the way down to the east, walking for more than ten minutes, it is the beach where he first woke up.

Annan deliberately avoided the path without plants, but under the cover of the natural environment.

He made full use of his height advantage and tried his best to climb up the slope without making a sound. On the short section of the road closest to the top, the dirt slope was quite steep, but with John's broken sword as a trekking stick, Annan was able to climb up relatively smoothly.

He leaned against a crooked tree, anchored his back with it, and looked out the other side of the hill.

I saw not far from the other side, there was a flat and easy dirt road. Although it is not very wide, it can at least allow four or five horses to move forward side by side.

And a total of a dozen horses are moving fast from south to north.

Fortunately, Annan's position was not a cliff, but a hillside - the terrain on the other side was even lower than the one where Annan started.

Perhaps it was because they didn't expect that before the sun had risen, someone would be staying on the top of the hillside, and all the riders over there didn't notice Annan's existence.

These guys... don't look like serious people.

Annan narrowed his ice-blue eyes slightly, looked at them quietly, and counted them carefully.

Fourteen people in total. One person was wearing half-body metal armor, and the rest were wearing tan shabby leather armor.

They carry long swords around their waists and small wooden shields on their left arms. There were three people with short bows slung over their backs, and the person in the lead held a long-handled weapon similar to a spear but with a hook in the front in his right hand.

And the two people beside him...

An Nan's pupils shrank slightly.

He clearly saw that the two were carrying gunpowder weapons that looked like rifled guns behind them. There are also a few people with sturdy large shields on their backs.

So armed, where are they going?

Annan looked at the chart once in the captain's room.

Don Juan and their ships sailed all the way north.

Specifically, from the southeast coast of the mainland, from about five o'clock to two o'clock.

They were originally scheduled to disembark from the main port of Frozen Water Port, which is the position at two o'clock, the southern part of a sunken Inland Sea... and the location of the Principality of Winter is on the north side of the Inner Sea.

So after seeing the chart, Annan immediately understood the situation in the Duchy of Winter and the Kingdom of Noah.

An inland sea is divided by two countries, half used by one person; even a port may have its doors open face to face.

... this would be a ghost if it didn't fight.

And the continent in front of him is north-south. This probably means that the north of the road is the destination of his trip.

Young Master Don Juan's new territory - the frozen water port in the North Sea Territory.

Those six people, maybe some bandits...

Thinking of this, Annan lightly trotted down the slope and slid down.

He took a careful look at the road, and easily found a few ruts that were quite clear.

"...Not long ago, a convoy passed by."

Annan made a judgment and vaguely understood.

They got the news out of nowhere that a caravan stopped here. They came here on purpose in the early morning... Considering the distance, they might have arrived overnight after hearing the news.

Holding the basic idea that what Don Juan owns is his own, Annan quickly formed a complete logical chain in his heart:

The Frozen Water Port is his territory, so the property of the subjects is his property...

So what those robbers are robbing is his!

Annan was outraged.

Without thinking too long, Annan decided to follow.

"—I was stole everything, and I was kicked out of my hometown. Now you dare to break into my territory, you are really asking for your own death!"

After Annan planned to meet the robbers, if he found that he had beaten them, he would jump out and shout to them like this.

He pondered for a moment and thought that this line could indeed be recited at this time. After all, this is his real experience, and it is not against the harmony to read it out.

He made up his mind and stopped walking slowly.

He hid the relatively heavy Broken Sword in a hollow tree hole, marked it, and started walking lightly.

At this time, Annan realized that his physical fitness was unexpectedly good.

He ran fast all the way, and after 20 minutes of running, he was only slightly out of breath. The power in the body couldn't help but not be exhausted, but surging, and the state became better.

It seemed that the 20-minute journey was just a warm-up exercise for him.

That's pretty incredible physicality for his age.

But the point is, his physique is only 7 points.

At this moment, an idea popped into Annan's mind:

Isn't the attribute panel of this game an average of ten attributes?

...is it five o'clock?

No, just to be on the safe side. Let’s take ten as an average.

Maybe people in this world are very physically fit...

By this time, Annan had heard the dispute from afar.

He saw a group of people tangled together.

The tops of the two closest houses were already ablaze, with five or six carriages leaning against the wall beside one of them.

Three of the six robbers were trying to tie the ropes to their horses, while civilians armed with simple weapons and militiamen who had assembled one after another were confronting the remaining three.

No, the number of militias is too small.

Annan glanced at it and realized that something was wrong.

I don't know if it's because of poverty, or because I came too hastily. The assembled militiamen had almost no armor. And even with the unarmored militias, the number of men armed with weapons was not as many as that of robbers.

And the robbers in the back row fired another round of rockets, igniting two houses.

Not sure how their arrows are handled. The wooden house didn't look like a very good material to ignite, but the arrow shot it, but it still burst into flames instantly.

The robbers armed with swords and shields stood in front of the robbers in the back row in an orderly manner and confronted the militiamen. The two robbers with rifled guns lowered their muzzles and pointed at the three robbers who stole the carriage, driving the others back.

Annan watched this scene from a distance and slowed down.

He narrowed his eyes.

Not right.

How could these robbers be so orderly?

They don't scold or hurt people at will. Although the formations were a bit scattered, at least they didn't hinder each other, and the robbers who shot the arrows had a ridiculously high head... That kind of big bow, even with a small arm strength, wouldn't necessarily be able to pull it.

In stark contrast to the very disciplined robbers, the people of the town were already in chaos. The militiamen didn't know whether to put out the fire or stop them from stealing first.

After a brief panic, their opinions were quickly unified:

- Put out the fire first.

After all, the merchant with the convoy was not from their town. But the house is real, their own property.

But at this moment, a stupefied young man shouted and forced his way up, slashing at the robber who stole the car.

boom--

At this moment, the two people shot immediately!

They fired at almost the same time, and the shots were almost continuous. One shot went crooked and hit the wall; the other hit the stunned young man's thigh.

He immediately fell to the ground, and the militiamen no longer hesitated and surrounded him.

To suffer!

Seeing that things were not good, Annan rushed over with two quick steps—