Chapter 29 - 22 Yatun Hill Barbarian (6000 words, please recommend)

Chapter 29: Chapter 22 Yatun Hill Barbarian (6000 words, please recommend)

Nors and Fiona released the White Eagle, and half a day later, it brought back a message—the trade caravan was approaching.

The vantage point from high above gave the People of Yatun ample preparation time.

Choosing the right location for an ambush was critical; too far away, and the enemy would spot us too early, signaling a failed operation.

"Into the mountains. Don't worry about sustainable development. Over the next few days, hunt as much game as you can."

"Hunt down everything you see and encounter!"

Meanwhile, Jiera and John from the Lu Lin Family led their people into the mountains. They hunted the wild beasts with abandon and made jerky from their meat.

Eating just grains could fill the stomach, but the People of Yatun preferred meat.

Moreover, since they were about to relocate, they no longer cared if the mass deaths of the wild animals in the mountains would exhaust the resources. Everyone went all out, hunting as they pleased, which made them very happy.

"Has everyone arrived?"

Under the setting sun, Bailuo rode Sherri, with her senior sister atop a brown warhorse, a birthday gift from their uncle four years prior.

Bailuo had named it Radish.

Inya, Nors, and Jiera also rode horses. Including Radish, they were Yatun Village's entire four horses.

"Sister and I will go ahead to scout for any ambushes and rule out unexpected situations,"

"The rest of you," Bailuo said, "attack the camp as planned."

"Understood!"

Nors led the five people with solemn expressions. They had been professionally trained by their uncle. Not only was their individual combat ability extremely strong, but their coordination was also very tacit.

"I'll head west, you go east."

"Hmm."

Bailuo nodded. He glanced at his senior sister and said, "Let's go!"

The five of them plunged directly into the deep forest, a place dominated by wild beasts and even some terrifying monsters.

However, the People of Yatun were not afraid of them. Even if they couldn't defeat them, evading and repelling them wouldn't take much effort.

The taller the tree, the harder the wind blows. When it came to monster pelts, the less that made it out, the better.

"Blame Count Thorn, we're just honest businessmen."

There were three trade convoys in the camp, and in addition to them, nearly a hundred fully armed mercenaries with strong capabilities.

"I heard that the People of Yatun appeared to the west."

The mercenaries were already accustomed to the smug faces of unscrupulous merchants. Sitting around the campfire, drinking and eating meat, they discussed various anecdotes from the Thistle Province with aplomb.

In the conversation, they mentioned the People of Yatun.

"Yatun? Those barbarians, there's news of them again?"

"Every so often, the kingdom cleans them up; news spreads everywhere except Count Thorn doesn't do it like the other Lords."

"He doesn't send troops, he just offers bounties."

"Isn't that better! Ten gold ingots (five million) ah."

"But they want them alive, and we can't capture them."

"Give it a good try; maybe there's a chance?"

The last voice was different from the rough tones from before and sounded out of place.

"It's not about effort, that's Yatun..."

The leading mercenary was saying when he suddenly paused.

He looked up, only to see a third figure had squeezed in between the two previously seated on the stump without anyone knowing when.

"Yo!"

With silver-white spiked hair and a wild outfit, a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old was waving at him.

At this moment, the mercenary felt an immense sense of danger at the sight of that smile: "Enem..."

"Pff!!"

The sharp spearhead thrust from Nors's hand, piercing the mercenary's throat and abruptly cutting off his second word.