Wang Quan asked to go and rest first, leaving only three men to keep watch with him to prevent the bandits from attacking at night. Two hours passed, the nine men who went to sleep first woke up, and three of them replaced the men who had been serving the two-hour shift.

The twelve mates in the caravan took turns to sleep, but Wang Quan couldn't sleep at all. He secretly thought in his heart: If this bandit is pestering us and not leaving, how should we deal with it? We can't guard against thieves for a thousand days, right? We are not afraid of thieves coming to the door, but we are afraid of thieves thinking about it. If those thieves keep following them, it will feel very uncomfortable. Unless we arrive in a big city and let the officers and soldiers take down the thieves. A bandit of this size, even the county magistrate of a small county town will not dare to provoke them.

The bandits were indeed attacking at night. At the third hour of Yin, the thief population appeared from the dark night. When they approached eighty steps away from the caravan, their figures were illuminated by the fire, they suddenly shouted and groups of thieves flocked to the ground.

The three mates in charge of keeping the watch were a little drowsy, but Wang Quan kept his mind clear. When the thief was still a hundred steps away, Wang Quan had already issued the thief. He pushed the three mates down: "The thief is here! Go and call all the brothers!"

By the time the thieves started charging at eighty steps, all the people in the civil war were awakened.

"Shoot the arrow!" Wu Biao shouted.

Many of the Minzhuang archers who woke up in a hurry were still sleepy. None of the 100 archers fired their own volleys, but fought on their own, with more than a hundred arrows shooting scattered. Originally, these Minzhuang archers had poor archers. It was dark again, and even people could not see clearly. They did not form a scale. The light arrows they shot randomly were extremely effective. Each of the more than a hundred Minzhuang archers shot at least two arrows, and only a few fell on the opposite side.

"Rise the shield! Raise the shield!" Wang Quan shouted anxiously.

Hearing the shouts of the boss, Minzhuangdao players picked up their shields, raised them over their heads, and blocked them above. There was a car baffle on the front of the car array. They were not afraid of heavy arrows shot directly from the front, but also the light arrows shot from the loft.

With a row of jingling collisions, one hundred and fifty Minzhuang sword players raised their shields. As soon as they raised their shields, they heard a sound of arrows falling down. Minzhuang's shields were immediately pierced with feather arrows. A few screams sounded from the Minzhuang crowd under the shields, and some were unfortunately caught in the arrows.

Wang Quan shouted: "Old guys from Dadewang Shop, come out with me and shoot arrows!"

The twelve old brothers from the business followed Wang Quan and set off their bows in the bandits' rain of arrows, constantly shooting feather arrows at the bandits.

Wang Quan and the twelve old shop assistants in the business, each of them was an archer. They used a strong bow of more than one stone, and the heavy arrows they shot were very accurate. Each arrow was shot, and a thief fell to the ground sixty steps away.

The arrows shot by the thief stabbed Wang Quan and the twelve men, and in a blink of an eye, the thirteen men were covered with feather arrows. But they still set their bows and shot out one arrow after another, which looked like they were all unscathed, and they were indeed unscathed. The clothes of the thirteen men were hidden in their clothes, and the arrows of the thief could not penetrate the armor.

Thirteen people fired their bows and arrows, and the thief was shot from 60 steps to within twenty steps, and had already fallen down in front of the chariot formation.

However, when the night attacks, the refugees couldn't see the situation clearly, and only knew that they had no brains. Even if someone wanted to run away, there were still knives and cards behind them, making them afraid to escape.

There were at least 500 refugees, but Wang Quan and the twelve archers were blocked. The refugees who rushed in the front soon rushed to the front of the car. The refugees at the front waved wooden sticks and hoes and smashed them hard towards the side panel of the car.

"Thorn!" Wu Biao roared.

More than a hundred spears were stabbed out of the chariot formation in one go. The civilians and soldiers were holding spears that were more than ten feet long, which was a lot longer than the wooden sticks and hoes in the hands of refugees. If the spears that were more than ten feet long were used by individual soldiers, it would be inconvenient to wield, but they were a very useful weapon to form formations.

Spears kept stabbing out of the cart above, like hedgehogs, making the refugees and thieves who were attacking the convoys were unable to stand.

However, the archers behind the thief shot arrows from time to time. Many Min Zhuang, who were assassinating the enemy, were unfortunately caught arrows and fell down screaming. There was a gap in the spear formation, and more cannon fodder teams rushed over and were all stabbed in front of the car. However, the thief sword players behind were approaching and were about to enter the car formation.

Wang Quan took the bow and shot an arrow, killing a thief who was shooting an archer with one arrow. Then he pulled out an arrow from the archer and shot another thief archer.

At this moment, a thief sword player jumped onto a big cart, slashed over a Min Zhuang with one knife, and then slashed at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan had to throw away the bow and arrow and draw out the knife to resist it. But the opponent suddenly bumped into it and hit the machete with a shield. The impact was extremely powerful, and the Miao sword in Wang Quan's hand could hardly be held firmly.

But a guy behind him stabbed out with a spear. The guy was a master of guns. He picked out the thief's shield with one shot. Wang Quan took the opportunity to cut off with one knife, and the sharp Miao knife cut off the thief's head away.

"Blade player, come on!" Wang Quan shouted in anxiety.

The Minzhuang sword player jumped out from behind the chariot formation and rushed towards the thief without hesitation.

Wang Quan knew very well that he must win this battle. If he lost, his brothers would sacrifice little, but he would ruin his elder brother's bad things. Li Guodong is currently making money by relying on this caravan. As long as this batch of goods is delivered to Jiangnan, he will then traffic a batch of goods from Jiangnan to the Mongolians, and then turn around and make five or six thousand taels of silver.

Wu Biao and others also gave up their bows and arrows, picked up long spears, spears and other long weapons, and fought fiercely with the thieves.

It was dawn, and the caravan was still lying around the chariot formation to repel the attack of the thieves. To this end, the thief also took the initiative. The idea was too hard, and the thief suffered heavy casualties and had lost more than 30%. If the caravan guards could not defeat the caravan and robbed these goods, the leader of the horse thief could be said to have suffered a loss of blood.

Wu Biao and others were also covered in blood, not knowing whether it was their own blood or the enemy's blood.

Capture the king first! Otherwise, it is not a solution to fight like this! There are too many thieves, and they can drive refugees who are free to attack, and they hide behind themselves. If we continue to consume this, we will eventually lose! Wang Quan secretly thought in his heart. He chopped over another thief and looked at it from the corner of his eyes. He found that the leader of the thief still did not come up, but hid behind to watch the show from afar.
Chapter completed!