Restart:Untalented Man

Chapter 400 A Daring Attack

?As if the driver could take it no more, he promptly stopped the wagon on the side of the road.

He got down from the driver's seat, walked to the back of the wagon, and began to move some cargo aside.

His hands reached for the sack that contained Albert Ferron.

Untying the tightly secured knots, the driver carefully opened the sack, revealing Albert squinting in the dim light.

The chilly night air greeted Albert as he emerged from his confined space, and for a moment, he took a deep breath, stretching his limbs.

"Finally! I thought I would suffocate in there. Now, where are the rest of the wagons?" Albert asked, casting a gaze around him.

The driver, though frustrated maintained his composure and replied calmly. "I don't know, sir. We move separately. They are probably behind us."

"Is that so? Should we wait for them and move together?" Albert suggested.

"In the side of the road?" The driver frowns, baffled at Albert's foolish idea.

What kind of idiot would wait here?

This is not Ryntum where the threat of highwaymen has been completely eliminated.

He immediately shook his head and rejected the suggestion. "Please, take a seat properly, sir. We shall continue the journey to Mindsza and reach the city as soon as possible."

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"Hurry up! We need to reach their location as soon as possible!" exclaimed one of the men.

He casts a quick glance at the sky and sees the stars gradually disappear.

The dawn is almost here.

Once the daylight arrived, it would be harder for them to hide their position and launch a surprise attack.

Currently, they are moving fast toward Rafoldrod, trying to catch up with the army en route to the city.

As they moved, the trees lining their path became a blur, appearing and disappearing in seconds.

"There! I can see them!" exclaimed one of the men, his voice carrying an excitement in it.

The group, having closed in on their target, now faced the challenge of confronting the well-defended convoy.

"Can't we even penetrate their defence?" questioned another member, voicing the collective concern that echoed through the group.

"We absolutely can. The arrangement at the back looks thinner than the rest."

As their eyes scanned the convoy, it became evident that they didn't need to search for anything; there was only one carriage among the cavalry units.

The challenge, however, lay in the fact that it was surrounded, presenting a formidable obstacle to their plan.

"Everyone, it's time to split up."

The group was swiftly organized into three teams, each assigned a specific role in this daring attack.

The first team positioned themselves to block the convoy from the front, creating a barrier that would impede any escape.

The second team, with a mission to distract, positioned themselves on the left and right sides of the convoy.

The third team was tasked with the most critical role, to kill the captives in the carriage.

Once they split up, the first to launch the attack was the first team.

They suddenly showed themselves at the front while shooting arrows notched and bows drawn.

As they unleashed a barrage of arrows, the soldiers in the convoy were caught off guard and forced to halt their advance.

"What's the meaning of this?' asked the convoy captain.

His question lingered in the air, unanswered, as the second team materialized on both sides of the convoy.

While the second team made their presence known, the soldiers within the convoy quickly readied their guns, forming a defensive line against the unexpected assault.

Tension mounted and the convoy captain was visibly irritated.

"Do you people know what you're doing?" he asked.

Although these people had their faces covered, he was almost certain of who they were and what they were here for.

"We know," replied the leader of the first team.

"And you think you stand a chance?" the convoy captain scoffed. He couldn't help but question the audacity of their attackers.

"Yes! Yes, we do!" said the first team leader, "ATTACK!"

The strings of bows were pulled taut and arrows were released synchronically from three different directions.

"What a fool," the convoy captain muttered under his breath as he observed the coordinated attack.

He shook his head in disdain.

Without wasting a moment, he issued a swift command to his soldiers, "Shoot them!"

A barrage of shots erupted from the convoy's defensive line, striking down a substantial number of attackers.

However, the attackers had anticipated the response.

Aware of the time it would take for the soldiers to reload their bullets, they seized the opportunity to close the distance.

Undeterred by the losses, the attackers pressed forward.

While the first and second teams were busy engaging in the fierce skirmish, the third team took advantage and approached from behind.

With their surprised move, they easily pierced the thin defence line at the back of the convoy.

"Go! Go! Go! Kill them all!" commanded the leader of the third team.

Several men from the third team jumped from their horses into the carriage, ready to kill the drivers and two of Albert's family members.

But, the carriage was empty.

"Wha-" the men stupefied. A collective gasp of surprise escaped their lips.

Immediately, they reported to their leader. "Boss, it's empty!"

"What?!" The leader's response was laced with incredulity, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"I said, it's empty! No one was here!"

It took a moment for the third team leader to process the information he received.

In the end, all that escaped his lips was a curse word uttered in panic. "Sh*t!"

Still inside the carriage, they asked their leader for further order, "What do we do?"

"What do you do? Are you dumb? Get out of there! We need to run!"

The men inside the carriage scrambled to exit.

In the meantime, the third team leader moves away from the carriage.

He had to inform the rest about the absence of targets.

Taking a deep breath, he shouts at the top of his lungs. "IT'S A TRAP! THERE'S NO TARGETS INSIDE!"

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