Chapter 1040: Death Battle (Part 1)

"Mr. Falk!"

Enli opened the window and shouted to Falk outside the car.

"Huh?" Falk reined in the horse's reins and stopped the horse. "Mr. Enley, what's wrong?"

"There are a large number of cavalry approaching us from the rear." Enli said solemnly, "Judging from the sound of horse hooves, there are about 20 people."

"The sound of horse hooves?" Falk frowned.

Not only Falk, but all the guys in the caravan turned their heads and looked towards the rear of the team.

"I didn't see anyone." A caravan man said, "I didn't hear the sound of horse hooves either. Sir Knight, did you hear correctly?"

"It's impossible to hear it wrong. I'm most familiar with the sound of horse hoofs." The look on Enli's face became more and more solemn. "The sound of horse hoofs hitting the ground is a very deep and muffled sound, so those people riding on horses They are very heavy, so they must be cavalry wearing armor."

As soon as Enli finished speaking, there were sparse conversations among the guys in the caravan.

"Cavalry? Why are there soldiers here?"

"Are you here to quell the bandits?"

"But I haven't heard of any bandits near here."

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The caravan guys who didn't know what they were talking about chatted without any tension.

Only Enli, Ilsa, and Falk looked heavy.

The reason why Falk looked so heavy was because he was the only one in the caravan who knew Ilsa's true identity and what Enli and Ilsa had gone through.

So he, like Enli and Ilsa, knew that the cavalry team that suddenly appeared behind them was probably not a good thing.

"Mr. Enley." Falk asked in a deep voice toward Enley, "What should we do? Do we want to run away? Or should we hide?"

"It's definitely impossible to escape," Enli responded. "We can only find a way to get through."

"I understand." Falk nodded, "Mr. Enley, you and Miss Lotta hide in the carriage. I will find a way to deal with this cavalry team."

"Well, thank you."

After saying that, Enli closed the car window.

After closing the car window, Enli immediately lowered his voice and said to Ilsa:

"Your Majesty, let's hide quickly."

"Yes." Ilsa nodded vigorously.

Enli pulled a piece of canvas next to him and wrapped himself and Ilsa up, pretending to be the cargo in the carriage.

While wrapping himself and Ilsa in canvas, Enli unsheathed his knight's sword in advance.

He took a roll of bandage next to him and used this roll of bandage to tightly tie his right hand to the knight's sword in his palm.

Looking at the blood-red knight sword in Enli's right hand, Ilsa couldn't help but swallow due to nervousness.

Then, they held each other's hands together, praying that they would be able to survive this sudden crisis peacefully...

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Before long,

Sure enough, as Enli said just now, a large amount of sand and dust suddenly appeared on the horizon behind the caravan.

At the junction of the sand and the horizon, a large number of soldiers wearing black armor slowly emerged.

The leader was a bald man with a ferocious face.

The strange thing is that there is a dirty homeless man lying in front of this bald man's saddle.

After Falk glanced at the cavalry behind him with a slightly nervous look, he raised his hand to signal the caravan to stop.

"If this cavalry team asks us questions later, you all should be silent." Falk said to his men, "Leave everything to me, you just need to remain silent."

The cavalry team led by this bald man arrived in front of Falk and the others in the blink of an eye.

After hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching outside and finally stopping in front of them, Enli and Ilsa, who were hiding in the carriage compartment, held their breath at the same time with great tacit understanding.

While Enli held his breath, he held the sword that was already tightly held tighter.

Baldhead did not say hello to Falk.

Instead, he first grabbed the tramp's head, which was placed in front of his saddle, and then lifted his head up.

"Is this a caravan?" Baldhead asked the homeless man.

The tramp glanced at Falk's business flag, then nodded crazily:

"That's right! It's this caravan!"

After hearing what the homeless man said, Falk couldn't help but frown.

I thought to myself:

——Is this the caravan? What's the meaning……

Falk began to feel the ominous premonition in his heart becoming more and more intense...

"Yes." The bald head nodded with a satisfied look on his face, "Very good, it seems you didn't lie to me, and you didn't point me to the wrong path."

"Then can you let me go?" The homeless man looked at the bald head hopefully.

"That's not possible." Baldhead retorted without hesitation, "I have to find the silver-haired girl before I can let you go."

After hearing the words "silver-haired girl" from this bald man, the pupils of Enli, Ilsa, and Falk all shrank slightly.

The expressions on the faces of the rest of the caravan also became strange.

After hearing this desperate answer from the bald man's mouth, the tramp lowered his head with an earthy look on his face.

The bald man ignored the homeless man again.

Instead, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly to Falk and others:

"Hey! Who among you is the talker?"

"I am."

As soon as the bald man finished speaking, Falk responded loudly.

"I am the owner of this caravan. May I ask who you are?"

"You don't need to care who I am." The bald man said in a rather impolite tone, "You just need to answer my questions obediently."

"I heard that there is a little girl with silver hair, purple eyes and good temperament in your caravan. Is it true?"

"A little girl with silver hair, purple eyes and good temperament?" Falk did not answer the bald man's question directly, "Why are you looking for such a girl?"

"I don't know." The bald man shrugged, "The commander asked us to find such a girl, so we can only come to find it. We will take back all the girls who meet these characteristics. As for whether these girls we take back are dead or alive, I don't care."

"Okay, it seems to be irrelevant. Answer me quickly-do you have a little girl with silver hair, purple eyes and good temperament here."

"There is no such girl as you said here." Falk responded in a deep voice.

"You're lying!"

As soon as Falk finished speaking, the homeless man who was lying in front of the bald saddle suddenly raised his head and roared at Falk:

"I clearly saw a little girl who met these characteristics this morning, following your caravan!"