"Bang!!!"
The inner courtyard's gate was kicked open by No.2 with one foot. Holding his shield high, he strode into the courtyard, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. He spotted six grain merchants huddled in a corner.
"Who, who are you???" A fat grain merchant asked in a trembling voice.
Sinkler walked out from behind No.2, glancing at the grain merchants, and sneered, "Good, all the targets are here."
"Targets? Who are you exactly? Horse thieves? Let me tell you, Baron Liu Feng, the Lord of West Sun City, is about to arrive," one of the grain merchants exclaimed in terror, speaking without thinking.
"That's right. I'll have you know, Baron Liu Feng has a hundred-man guard. If you dare to touch us, Baron Liu Feng will kill you all," another grain merchant threatened.
It was no wonder the grain merchants mistook them. Sinkler and his seven companions were all dressed in night clothes, with black headscarves on their heads and fine weapons on their bodies. They completely mistook Sinkler for a horse thief.
Moreover, their guards had all been eliminated, so they had to resort to mentioning Liu Feng's noble status, hoping to intimidate the fierce men before them.
There was a strange look in the eyes of Sinkler and his seven companions. These grain merchants were actually trying to scare them with Baron Liu Feng. Didn't they know they were sent by the Lord himself?
"No, you're not horse thieves," the fat grain merchant suddenly exclaimed in terror. He had seen horse thieves rob before, or rather, he had even participated in their robberies.
He knew that horse thieves robbed for money, but these people before him didn't care about money. Their target was them.
"What? Not horse thieves???"
The grain merchants looked at each other, and some of them even breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they weren't those horse thieves who would slaughter the entire city for money, it was fine.
"Who are you exactly?" The fat grain merchant shouted angrily, "Let me tell you, I am a man of Baron Omar. If you dare to touch me, Baron Omar will immediately send troops to annihilate you."
A hint of impatience flashed in Sinkler's eyes. He waved his hand and said coldly, "Take them away. Anyone who dares to resist, give him a slash."
"Yes!"
No.5 and No.6 grinned viciously, gripping their military knives and stepping forward. In just a few moves, they tied up the grain merchants.
"You... Uhh..."
Pieces of cloth were stuffed into the grain merchants' mouths, and black cloth bags were put over their heads. Under the threat of military knives, they didn't dare to move. The person who did move had already lost a finger.
"Take them away!" Sinkler waved his hand and led the way out.
When the eight of them, along with the grain merchants, left the courtyard, their bodies stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on them.
"Gulp..."
"W-What's happening?"
No.2 held his shield in front, staring at the dozen or so people surrounding the courtyard. Each of them held a recurve bow, aimed at them.
"Looks like we're in for a tough time."
Sinkler's voice was hoarse. He suddenly thought of many things, especially what Instructor Noah A had said just the day before yesterday: Even after completing a mission, one shouldn't be careless, otherwise they might suffer a setback.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap..."
A round of applause sounded in the darkness, and Noah A, Noah B, Noah C, and a few others walked out.
"What can I say? You just learned this the day before yesterday, but you forgot it in today's practical battle. You even let us cut off your retreat. You're really something."
Noah A's voice turned angry as he finished speaking, "What? Did killing some fodder make you so excited that you forgot yourselves? If it weren't us here today but the enemy, would you still be alive?"
Sinkler and the other seven were silent. Their previously proud hearts were now doused with a cup of ice water.
Indeed, at first, they easily killed many guards, which made them arrogant and believe that these guards were nothing special.
This was something Liu Feng had anticipated, so Noah A and the others led the longbow team to deflate the pride of the Wolf Warriors Special Forces team, giving them a harsh lesson—arrogance leads to failure.
"Humph! With this equipment, if you can't even handle the small fries, you can leave the Wolf Warriors Special Forces."
Noah A said coldly, scanning the eight of them. Seeing no one was injured, he was somewhat satisfied.
Sinkler and the other seven sheepishly scratched their heads. On their way here, it was indeed the recurve bows and crossbows that had been most effective.
"Alright, everyone go back. Remember, the only time you can let your guard down is in the military camp, only when you've retired. Not like today," Noah A said coldly.
"Yes!!!"
Sinkler and the other seven shouted in low voices.
They then handed over the six grain merchants to Noah A and the others, and the Wolf Warriors Special Forces disappeared into the night.
Noah A watched the eight of them disappear, and his serious face relaxed. He chuckled, "They did quite well. If we don't count that last part, they're ready for missions."
"Indeed, they didn't hesitate to kill and could all achieve one-hit kills," Noah B agreed. He had seen the dead bodies, and they were no worse than him.
"Young Master predicted it accurately. Didn't you see how pleased they were when they came out of the courtyard just now? Fortunately, we gave them a warning this time; otherwise, something serious might have happened," Noah C shook his head and chuckled bitterly.
Noah A took out a small notebook from his pocket and read out the requirements, "Those who have merits shall be rewarded. For tonight's mission, they did quite well. Each of them will receive a silver coin, three meals, and a third-class merit."
"I'll make the arrangements. You take the people away first. We can't delay Young Master's plan," Noah B urged.
"Understood!"
The six grain merchants were taken away. As for their fate, Liu Feng had already arranged it for them.
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