In other words, there is a battle nearby. If you can shoot arrows from this angle, you can either ambush in advance and wait until the target arrives to attack and injure people, or the opponent has war horses. Faust prefers the latter.

"Send the man back and give him to Mephistopheles."

The young man was wrapped in a cloak and his figure blended into the ice field. The six people behind him made the same move and entered a state of invisibility.

Judging from the flag hanging on the carriage, it seems to be a caravan. There is indeed a caravan coming recently. Has it been attacked by bandits?

Going a little further you should get the answer.

…

On the other side, Bill with high boots and a dozen refugees quietly emerged from the woods. At a glance, they saw a carriage parked on the roadside, goods scattered on the ground, and two corpses.

"Someone attacked the caravan?!"

Bill glanced around and found nothing but himself.

He hurried over, picked up a few cans and stuffed them into his pockets. The refugees swarmed in and took everything. Even the packhorses were dead anyway. If they didn't take it, they would leave it to others.

"Be careful! Be careful, everyone!"

He shouted twice, but no one responded. The hungry refugees tore open the bags of packaged food and stuffed it into their mouths regardless of whether it was sweet or salty. When they were thirsty, they grabbed a handful of snow. It took a long time before anyone noticed that he was lying on the other side of the carriage.

A dead body on one side.

"Quick, quick! Get your things and leave!"

Everyone wanted to take off their clothes and pack their things. Someone asked in a low voice: "Are we still going to integrate the movement?"

Bill didn't even raise his head and said, "Wait a minute, there's no rush now!"

Those refugees didn't know what they were selling, so a bag full of compressed biscuits fell into his pocket, which was much more substantial than a few cans.

After taking their things, some refugees retreated: "Let's go back, we won't go to the Integration Movement..."

"no!"

The deserter with a bulging pocket picked up a standard long knife scattered beside the corpse, with a fierce look in his eyes: "The caravan's carriage stopped here, and people were killed. Don't you still understand why?"

Except for the discarded items, most of the things in the car were still there, which shows that the people who attacked the caravan did not care about these supplies. They must be in a hurry to integrate the movement's camp, and maybe there is already a fight there!

As long as there is a fight, the refugees will have a chance to fish in troubled waters!

"Guys, I have an idea. Let's do something more. Taking advantage of the chaos of the integration movement, grab a carriage, and then fly away to the warm south, Sargon, to start over and live a new life!"

The eyes of the refugees who had benefited from Bill were shining, as if a bright future was right in front of them!

Those who had questioned Bill loudly said: "We should leave now. There are only a dozen of us. We cannot defeat the integration movement, let alone the regular army. We will all die!"

Bill waved the knife in his hand and said fiercely: "Now is not the time to question! If you are willing to come with me, please come together. If you have any objections, please stay alone!"

After saying that, he walked towards the settlement of the integration movement without looking back. The refugees looked at each other, the first person followed, then the second, then the third, and finally even the refugee who raised the question sighed,

Follow up quickly.

…

Peter trudged hard in the snow. His carriage was destroyed, the packhorse was dead, the driver was dead, and he felt that he was going to die too.

He didn't hate the wandering doctor at all. If Thomas hadn't reminded him, he might have died in the same mysterious way as the people in the previous settlement.

The ice and snow soaked his clothes, and water penetrated through the gaps in his boots. It was biting cold, and the icy air made his lungs hurt. A sickly blush appeared on his face, and he was exhausted and still running forward.

The sound of horse hooves behind him was approaching, and Peter could even hear the sound of the bow string being pulled back. He could already foresee his own death, and the sharp arrow penetrated his chest...

call out!

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow flew past his side and knocked away the arrow fired by Agent Victoria.

Peter only heard the young man's deep voice: "Keep running, don't look back!"

He couldn't see where the other party was, but he was heartened and continued to move forward dragging his tired body.

In the hidden state, Faust looked at the enemy on the opposite side. There was no difference in the traditional camouflage clothing of Ursus. There were quite a lot of people and their combat effectiveness was not bad. How did these guys get here?

Out of instinct, the boy vaguely felt that they were here for the integration movement.

Agent Victoria pulled the reins. Although he could not find the enemy, his excellent qualities were still able to determine Faust's vague position.

A volley of arrows rained down, piercing into the snow, but failed to force the young man out.

Faust's expression was solemn. He turned sideways first to avoid the rain of arrows and sighed helplessly. The snow easily revealed his concealment ability and pointed out a clear direction to the enemy.

However, he remembered the leader's words very clearly. People from the Yan Kingdom often say things that come back without reciprocating. He immediately squatted on the ground, and while the agents were looking for him, he raised his crossbow and aimed at one of them, injecting the Origin Stone skill. .

In an instant, the arrow emitted a deep purple light and shot towards an agent!

The movement was huge, and the agents with extraordinary skills had already reacted, especially the person targeted by Faust, who hid in a beautiful stirrup to dodge perfectly.

"late."

Faust slowly uttered two words, and saw six arrows arriving at the same time. The agents on horseback fell off their horses one after another. No one was killed, and the horse was shot to death on the spot.

Without high mobility, in the sluggish snow, the boy was sure to kill all these people.

At this moment, a red signal arrow exploded over the Integration Movement camp behind him.

"The camp was attacked?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Faust's face. He came all the way and saw nothing but the enemy in front of him. What happened to the enemy behind him?

…

"Brothers, let's go!"

Bill shouted and rushed forward with a long knife. Not only the refugees behind him, but also several refugee teams hiding nearby had the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation. When they saw each other, they hit it off and rushed towards the camp.

At the integration movement camp, the cadres took away many combatants when they went out. At this time, facing the impact of more than a hundred refugees, they were somewhat unable to withstand the attack.

"Kill them!"

Mephisto's eyes were red, and his staff pointed at the injured warriors repeatedly, constantly healing their injuries.

He was worried about Faust and didn't know how Sasha was doing.

The impact at the entrance of the camp made people living in the settlement panic, and the children burst into tears.

"Send signal arrows. If any cadres see it, they will definitely come back to support you!"
Chapter completed!