"Look, a convoy is approaching!" The thin man pointed towards the distant convoy and said:
"There are about twenty people escorting this convoy, and by their attire, it matches the information we have."
"The report says their carriage is loaded with a large amount of precious herbs."
"Look at how deep their tracks are; it must be them!"
The other thirteen men, each holding a weapon, listened to the thin man and gazed in the direction of Su Que's convoy, nodding in agreement.
"I reckon it's them," said a man wielding an axe:
"Let's be ruthless when we strike, quickly kill the martial artists guarding the convoy, seize this convoy, and return immediately!"
"If we hurry, we might make it back to the mountain village by dusk and then head to the city for some fun!"
"Old Ding, don't torture people, just kill them with one strike!" said a man wielding dual swords.
"I won't waste your time," Old Ding replied.
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