I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 168 The Dead Horse is the Most Unlucky
"Oh, what bad luck."

After the battle, the little devil stood on a carriage in the convoy, looking down and around.

As he watched, he couldn't help cursing out loud.

It was because wherever the little ghost looked, he saw that the two pack horses in front of the carriage were basically killed. Only a few horses, because of their relatively stable character, did not run away in fear and managed to survive from the player's gun.

Apart from these five pack horses, the only animals in the team that could pull carts were three mules and an old ox at the back of the team.

The mule was the private property of other players, used to carry bags of spare weapons, while the old ox was the team's dinner tonight. However, judging by the current situation, this ox would be able to survive.

Five horses survived, and even with the mules and oxen, there were still not enough animals to pull the cart. At least half of the cart was still empty.

"They are so disgusting! If you want to fight these bandits, just fight them. Why kill the horses first?"

After the kid took a general look at the team's situation, his anger burned so fiercely that it was about to burst out of his eyes.

To be honest, the reason why Wallace and his men attacked Ma was mainly because before the ambush began, they saw that although the number of people in Home Alone was small, they exuded an aura of toughness that was difficult to conceal, and they could be seen at a glance that they were veteran bandits.

So Wallace decided to shoot the horses first to scare the horses pulling the cart and disrupt the gang's position.
Then the armored and axe-wielding Giant Bear Commandos rushed forward, covered by muskets, bows and crossbows from behind, attacking from both near and far.

This set of tactics is not fashionable, but as long as it can be used successfully, and combined with the advantage of outnumbering, it is basically invincible... However, Wallace was unlucky and met players who were not afraid of death, had rich combat experience, and were all veterans.

So he became a tragedy.

When the players were cleaning up the battlefield, they found twenty-three corpses covered in bear skins at the place where close combat took place. Only two corpses were found in the forest where a large number of bandits had stayed.

However, the players who went to drag the bodies back also said that there were many scattered items left in the forest, such as kettles, quivers, muskets with fuses still on, and several helmets.

The items were all garbage, so the players took a few looks at them but didn't pick them up.

However, judging from the remains of these items, Xiao Gui judged that in the shootout between the two sides, the bandits definitely lost more than two people, at least more than twenty of them, and they just took all the bodies away.

Combining the two, at least forty attackers died in the players' counterattack within ten minutes. The number of wounded was difficult to count, and was probably about the same as the number of dead.

Ten minutes!

So many people died in the time it took for elementary school students to urinate during class break. So, it’s not Wallace’s fault that he is not resistant to attacks. It’s mainly because the players are too cruel.

However, after killing more than 40 bandits, the kid turned around and counted his own people, and found that four of them were killed. One of them was killed by a matchlock gun. The bullet hit his face, making a bloody hole and shattering his facial bones, so his original appearance could not be seen.

The other three dead were hacked to death while fighting with those guys wearing bear skins.

"Hey, these guys in bearskins are really good at fighting. They swing their axes so fast and hard. If I hadn't been a little bit more skilled (gesturing with my fingertips), I might have been hit by his axe."

Well, that's what one player, who hacked three of them to death, had to say about these bear-skinned bandits.

Although they were beaten back step by step by the players, they were able to kill three people in a one-on-one duel. The former did have some skills. It was normal that they could not beat the players who had already become experienced in the game.

As for the wounded, there were five of them, including Home Alone. His neck was grazed by a bullet, leaving a scar, and his shoulder hit the ground when he fell from the horse, which should be a bruise and possibly a fracture. For the time being, his left hand is paralyzed.

Of the other four, one sprained his ankle while charging, another was struck by an arrow in the armor's lower body, injuring his thigh, and two others had lead bullets pierce their breastplates, sustaining superficial injuries. Removing the deformed lead bullets, which were embedded in their flesh, cured them. Overall, if the horse hadn't been startled and killed by the player themselves, the damage from this attack wouldn't have been that much.

But if the horse dies, the loss will be great.

Not to mention anything else, what should we do with these carriages full of valuables?
Standing beside the carriage, the little ghost and the others stared at each other, completely at a loss.

"How about this."

In the silence, someone volunteered and came up with a bad idea.

"I'll braid the ropes and have a horse and a mule pull two carts, connected front and back, like this..."

The kid slapped the bastard on the head without saying a word, interrupting him before he could finish the rest of the sentence.

"You idiot! Do you think a horse is an engine that can pull two people at once? It might not even be able to pull two people at once."

"What should I do?"

"Is there a town nearby? A village would be fine too."

Another person suggested.

"Let's use the money to buy some animals that can pull the cart. If we can't find any, we can hire NPCs to tow the cart. People are also animals. As long as there are enough people, a four-wheeled carriage can be towed."

Upon hearing this, Home Alone immediately stretched out his hand and pointed a few times in front of him, opened his personal map, took a few glances at it, and then shook his head.

"Forget it. According to the reports from other brothers and my own analysis, the villages nearby have long been deserted. They were either massacred by bandits or fled to the mountains and forests for refuge. The closest place to us with people still around is Oncandra..."

Well, it’s about ten kilometers, half a day’s work.”

The kid looked around at his classmates from the same school or the neighboring school and asked for their opinions.

"We now have two options. The first is to stay here and not leave. We can log off and have someone call over the players who are still in Oncandra and ask them to help with the transportation... However, this will definitely cost a lot of money, and we might even have to share some of the spoils with them.

The second option is to use manpower to drag the carriage over, and then when we get to Oncandra, we can spend money to buy a carriage, or use food to bribe some NPCs to help drag the carriage. I heard that if there is food there, we can recruit people.

Vote, which one do you choose?"

The other players looked at each other, and then they said in unison.

"Second type!"

"It's just towing a truck. It's okay if it's a little tiring and hard."

"That's right, that's right. I'm not a spoiled child. I'm just towing a car... Come on, move aside, brothers, watch me take off my armor and show you how to do it!"

(End of this chapter)