Looking back at the caravan that had just been attacked, all the soldiers had not fully disengaged from combat mode. They all clutched their spears or crossbows tightly, displaying extreme tension, but there was no panic, only an air of grim familiarity.
"Clean up the battlefield, and check each other for injuries," Lance ordered, frowning at the numerous corpses strewn across the ground.
These so-called bandits were nothing more than refugees resorting to highway robbery. Armed with mere sticks and stones, they still dared to charge forward.
He wasn't sure if it was because of the tall tales previously told in the presence of the farm owners, but a very abnormal situation had arisen on this journey.
