usatvline Chapter 138 Volley
Chapter 138 Volley
From a young age, Shas disobeyed his parents and often played around with other children in the streets. After his parents passed away, he became even more unruly because he had no one to look after him.
Later, by chance, he joined the Sand Gold Gang, a huge gang with hundreds of members even in just a small branch.
After joining the gang, he got into fights big and small. The worst fight he ever got resulted in him losing his left eye. But it was precisely because of his ruthlessness that he rose through the ranks and eventually became the second-in-command.
As the northern branch of the Sand Gold Gang, in addition to collecting protection money in various cities, they also engaged in robbery and murder, partly to obtain money and partly to capture slaves.
The biggest fight he had ever been in was a street brawl, a group of people wielding knives and hacking at each other. These superhumans were just stronger than ordinary people; in the end, they were still just fighting with flesh and blood.
There are no bows and arrows in the wilderness. Due to the special nature of this area, arrows face great resistance in the wind. Unless you are a skilled archer, you cannot use bows and arrows well in this sandstorm.
Apart from the country's regular army, most caravans do not carry this type of weapon, or carry very few.
The same applies to street brawls. These thugs prefer the thrill of close combat, and in their view, using ranged attacks is a cowardly act.
Shas had the same idea. Now in his thirties, he had just entered the Silver rank and considered himself quite strong. He looked down on those who used ranged attacks.
He had encountered some mages, but their strength was just so-so. They could only conjure a few fireballs and release a few light waves. Those attacks couldn't do anything to him!
However, what Shas didn't notice was that the ranged enemies he encountered were only one or two in number, and did not form a large force.
This made it impossible for him to comprehend the sheer scale of it.
And today, Shas also began to feel... the arrows falling like rain.
shhhhhh!
What does it feel like to be hit by hundreds of crossbow bolts at once? Others might not know, but Shas himself knows...
It's fear!
*Pfft... Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
As the first sound of flesh being pierced rang out, blood began to bloom in the desert, and a large number of screams rang out. The sand camels abandoned their masters and fled. In just this volley, they lost dozens of men.
"run!"
Shas screamed in terror as he withstood the first wave of attack with his physical strength. Only now did he truly understand the terror of firepower!
Even a Silver-ranked warrior would be powerless against these hundreds of crossbow bolts. If they couldn't get close, they couldn't even retaliate. But how easy would it be to get close under this dense rain of arrows?
The second volley came quickly, and Shas had no choice but to turn around on his horse to deal with it. His Silver Rank strength was indeed formidable, and he quickly deflected all the incoming crossbow bolts.
However, while he managed to hold them off, his underlings were not unharmed.
"Ah! My ass!"
"Ah! My oo!"
"Ah!...... Ah!"
The crossbow bolts kept coming, and the whole squad was filled with cries of agony. Shas was also hit by a crossbow bolt in a moment of distraction.
Pfft!
"what!!!!"
................
Kurta.
"You mean... not only did they not entertain you, they also shot arrows at you?"
"Yeah!"
"You also said...they are very numerous, probably several hundred people?"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"You also said... that you were completely wiped out by their arrows, and even you, a Silver-rank, lost an eye."
"Uh... I was already blind in this eye, they just finished me off with an arrow."
"Do you think I believe it?"
"It's true, boss. I've been blind in this eye for a long time. You can ask the brothers in the gang if you don't believe me."
"That's not what I was talking about."
boom!
With a kick, Shas rolled off his seat and onto the floor.
Ta da~
The perpetrator slowly walked over. He was a man with a buttock-shaped chin, and he was tall and strong, like a small elephant.
When he reached Shas, he didn't hesitate, stepping on Shas's chest, then slowly leaning down and saying:
"You fucking told me there are hundreds of people there."
"I only stationed a few dozen men there. Tell me the hell where the other hundreds of men came from?"
"They're like rats! They give birth to six or seven at a time!"
Faced with his boss's probing question, Shas thought about it carefully and immediately discovered his blind spot.
Yup!
Where would our gang find so many brothers?
"So... what do you mean, boss?"
"Are they recruiting soldiers in an attempt to rebel?"
Shas seemed to suddenly realize something and spoke to the man with the buttocks and chin in a shocked tone.
Snapped!
"Use your pig brain to think about it, is that even possible?"
"Putting aside whether he has my charisma, just look at his physique. He's a piece of trash who can't even afford a decent mount. How could anyone want to be with him!"
The man with the butt slapped Shas across the face, making him feel wronged.
"Then what do you think it is, boss?"
"Humph!"
The man with the buttocks snorted coldly, removed his foot from Shas's chest, and slowly returned to his seat, plopping down on his backside.
"If you want me to say..."
“Rebel groups in the country have been quite active lately.”
The man with the buttocks thoughtfully picked up the wine glass beside him and took a small sip.
"Rebels?"
"You mean those guys from the Freedom Society!"
The word SARS is naturally familiar, but it has become so prominent recently that it's been circulating throughout the country.
They were a group of rebels who called themselves the Freedom Society. Under the banner of liberating slaves, they constantly killed and robbed, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Not only did the slave merchants hate them, but the wealthy merchants, princes and nobles also harbored hatred towards them.
However, these guys are extremely secretive and scattered throughout the country, so even now they haven't been able to destroy their organization.
"You mean, those guys entrenched in the post station are the rebels?"
"Probably."
The man with the buttocks and chin responded in a deep voice. Thinking of this, his expression darkened. He didn't care about betraying the army, but there were important things at the post station. If those things were lost, then even he...
Their lives will also be in danger!