Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Guard Team
Lynn’s eyes burned as he looked at them.
"Faced with the bandits’ attacks, you can give up all the food, horses, and oxen, but what will you eat afterward?"
"You can choose to flee from here, but can your speed outmatch the horses? Can you outrun their arrows?"
"Even if you flee from here, who will step forward the next time you’re faced with bandits? Who can guarantee that the one who dies won’t be you?"
"Even if you reach the next village, faced with even stronger forces, can you still keep running? And where will you run to?"
The many villagers fell into deep thought.
Lynn took a step forward, his words striking like a hammer.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
"The chance to live is something you have to fight for yourself!"
Relying solely on Lynn and Red is naturally no match for these bandits.
However, Lynn has the villagers!
The oppression of the Lord and bandits is like a whip.
The villagers are like lambs; they have power.
But they lack the courage to resist the whip lashing at them.
So, Lynn gives them courage!
Lynn tightly gripped the Iron Axe in his right hand, took heavy steps, and moved toward the dozen or so bandits ahead.
Red and Kuisi followed closely.
As they watched Lynn’s back, hesitation filled the villagers’ faces.
Gavin and Wilbur, holding an Iron Hoe and Cross Pickaxe, and Guy, with a hoe, followed.
The next second.
Two villagers picked up the sickle and hoe beside them.
Another two villagers grabbed a hammer and an axe...
More and more villagers were encouraged; regardless of being men or women, they picked up the farming tools beside them.
Even those few children picked up the hard stones at their feet.
With resolute expressions, they surrounded the dozen or so bandits.
Over eighty villagers wielding iron farming tools, plus a few coachmen and guards from the trade caravan, faced twelve sword-bearing bandits directly!
At this moment, they did not retreat in the slightest.
In the face of survival, they were ready to die!
As the leader of the bandits, Isaac was filled with shock when he saw those resolute faces.
Were these really just a group of villagers and farmers?
Isaac even felt that the people standing before him were a group of desperados!
He took a deep breath and shouted, "What do you want to do? We are members of the Iron Blood Brotherhood!"
A deep voice resounded, entering everyone’s ears.
"Kill them!"
Isaac’s body trembled, and he quickly looked at the young Lord.
Just as he was about to speak, a sharp hoe crashed down on him.
Isaac quickly drew the long knife he held, placing it before him.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out.
Isaac snorted coldly, twisting the blade to slice across the villager’s neck.
Scarlet blood sprayed, splattering onto the faces of the villagers.
As they smelled the scent of blood, the villagers’ adrenaline surged even more.
Without any hesitation, they raised their farming tools and smashed them onto Isaac’s body.
Although he wore thin armor under his long coat, protecting against the sharpness of the tools, he couldn’t withstand the impact force.
Isaac couldn’t help but cough a few times, shaking off the villager in front of him with a slash.
He looked at the remaining members, "These villagers have revolted, leave here first!"
"Yes, Captain Isaac!"
...
Isaac just grabbed the reins, trying to drive his horse out of the villagers’ encirclement.
A sharp whizzing sound rang out again.
Swish!
Isaac frowned tightly, quickly raising his Scimitar to slice the arrow in front of him.
But he did not expect another arrow to follow closely, shooting fiercely toward him.
A strong pain immediately spread from his abdomen.
Isaac’s eyes contracted; the arrow had pierced right through a gap in his Chain Armor!
In the moment he paused, seven or eight villagers rushed up.
They forcibly dragged him down from the horse, slamming heavily onto the ground.
Seeing the bodies surrounding him, Isaac was panic-stricken, wanting to immediately stand up, but a sharp pain struck once more.
Isaac found that due to the fall, the arrow had completely pierced through his abdomen!
One hoe, rake, or axe after another came swinging down.
Isaac tightened his right hand, and the short knife in his right hand had disappeared.
At this moment.
He began to panic.
Various farm tools rained down, striking his body, his head, his limbs...
A strong dizziness came over him, and Isaac lay on the ground, gasping weakly.
Blood soaked through his clothes, flowing from his back...
Through the gaps between the villagers, he saw that the members of the brotherhood not far from him suffered the same fate.
They were about to be beaten to death by the villagers with farm tools!
Gradually.
Isaac felt the villagers’ attack come to a stop.
He struggled to open his eyes, and the young Lord stood before him.
Young and handsome, yet he felt an inexplicable fear.
Cold words reached Isaac’s ears.
"Kill them all!"
Isaac’s body trembled, he wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.
He never dreamed that one day he would die at the hands of farmers he could kill with ease!
...
This time, the bandit night raid came quickly and ended quickly.
All thirteen bandits perished, and at the same time, fifteen villagers died!
These bandits were mostly runaway peasants or commoners, with no combat experience.
But they were equipped with weapons and rode horses, enough to inflict deadly harm on the villagers!
Lynn strode to the villagers’ corpses, casting a glance at everyone.
He said in a deep voice: "They sacrificed for the village’s interests! They are the village’s heroes!"
"As for heroes, I, Lynn, am never stingy. The families of the fallen will receive five gold pounds of compensation."
"If they have children, their children will be prioritized for my favor when they grow up!"
Listening to Lynn’s words, the villagers’ downtrodden expressions gradually lifted.
Not only because of the five gold pounds of compensation from Lynn, but also because of Master Lynn’s promise.
Lynn’s words did not stop.
"Why was our village attacked by bandits?"
The villagers widened their eyes, puzzled, looking at Lynn.
"Too weak! We are too weak!"
"Only thirteen bandits, armed with just one weapon, riding just one horse, killed fifteen of our villagers!"
"If thirty bandits came this time, fifty bandits, would the village be wiped out?"
Lynn paused for a few seconds.
Everyone was silent.
"Therefore, I’ve decided to form a Guard Team! To protect the safety of the territory, the safety of the village, your safety!"
"Members of the Guard Team will become a sharp blade, punishing evil, a shield protecting the territory’s safety."
"Even if they die, they should die at the front lines."
The villagers instantly widened their eyes.
"Members of the Guard Team will not need to participate in daily labor and will have a pound of meat with every meal! They will receive a shilling as monthly pay!"
The villagers looked excited.
"Who!"
"Wants to join the Guard Team?"
A burly man stepped forward without hesitation.
"Master Lynn, I, Kavier, am willing to join the Guard Team!"
Another man also stepped forward.
"I, Fraser, am willing to join."
"I... am willing to join!"
...
Lynn left Red to select suitable guards.
Inside the cabin.
George knelt directly before Lynn, his expression full of guilt.
"Master Lynn, I am guilty, I deserve death! I let the caravan stay in Morgan Town for two days, thinking we had shaken off the bandits’ watchful eyes."
"I did not expect them to track your territory..."
Lynn made a sound of acknowledgment without any grudge.
To bring back as much cargo as possible, the fully-loaded double-horse carriage would naturally attract the bandits’ covetous eyes.
Without absolute military power, this is unavoidable.
But what intrigued Lynn was what the bandit leader said about the Iron Blood Brotherhood...