The caravan's supplies drove them to madness; their greed made it hard to let go.
Who's afraid of whom!
Just do it!
Both sides instantly clashed, and with everyone armored, none were easily defeated, making the intensity even more exaggerated.
You slash me with a sword, I thrust you with a spear.
You shoot me with an arrow, I shoot you with a shot.
It must be said that these soldiers broke through the Barbarian Mercenaries' blockade, leaving those ordinary people unattended, prompting them to flee quickly.
Gene, disregarding the danger, peeked out from behind the earthen wall to look at the caravan outside the village. Seeing it safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, completely unconcerned about how many ordinary people died.
Even if they all die, it doesn't matter; who wouldn't know how to drive a carriage. Just conscript a batch of serfs or refugees from somewhere, and conveniently, there's no need to pay them.
