Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 491 490 Night Raid on the Convoy
The strong, muscular man thanked him and left.

After the people had gone far away, Liu Weisen instructed Steward Zhang: "Have the guards on night duty keep a close eye on their side."

Butler Zhang immediately became alert: "Does the master think they are bad people?"

Liu Weisen shook his head: "It's not that bad, but it's always good to be on guard. You never know what might happen."

After the butler left, Liu Weisen asked Feng Xiuhu as if testing him: "Old Ma, with your discerning eye, what do you think of that person just now?"

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him: "About the same as you."

Liu Weisen couldn't help but sneer: "How could he be about the same as me? I've had health problems since I was a child, and my body has never been very strong. That man has been on the go all year round, so he's much stronger than me."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "It makes no difference to me, we're all just ordinary people."

Liu Weisen was puzzled and stopped asking questions.

After finishing his meal, Feng Xiuhu went to find Zhang Kuisheng.

Zhang Kuisheng had already set up the tent. He said to Feng Xiuhu, "Master is in a hurry to get going and will definitely be leaving early tomorrow morning. You should go to bed early tonight."

Feng Xiuhu thought it made sense, so he crawled into the tent and fell asleep immediately.

Meanwhile, Shunzi was still asleep.

Butler Zhang was displeased, thinking to himself, "Master is being kind and letting you sleep for a while, why are you still taking up space?" So he prepared to go into the carriage to wake him up and make room for Liu Weisen.

Liu Weisen stopped Butler Zhang, saying, "Forget it, let him rest peacefully. Make room in one of the guards' tents, I can make do for one night."

Butler Zhang said no more and turned to make the arrangements.

……

The night is getting darker.

After a long day's work, everyone in the convoy fell into a deep sleep, their snores filling the air.

The guards' tents surrounded the carriage in the middle, while on the outer edge, the night watchmen lit campfires.

Liu Weisen brought eight guards with him on this trip, but only two were assigned to night duty.

One person stayed by the campfire while the other patrolled along the convoy.

The clouds over Yu'ai Prefecture lingered, and the moon was rarely visible at night.

Just as people were falling into a deep sleep, the guards who remained added a few more pieces of firewood to the campfire and occasionally looked up at the tents of the strangers by the roadside.

Those outsiders also went to bed early. After eating, they went inside and there was no further sound from them; they were probably fast asleep.

The guard left with these thoughts in mind, then turned to look at the other side—judging by the time, the guards who went out on patrol should be back to relieve him soon.

Just then, a whooshing sound was heard.

A crossbow bolt pierced the guard's eye socket, and he fell backward, lifeless.

"Coo coo—coo—"

A few bird calls signaled the approaching people, and they emerged from two tents by the roadside.

They exchanged a few hand gestures, and one of them bent down and went to the body of the guard, quickly changing into the guard's clothes; another person imitated bird calls to give a signal, and immediately a dozen or so people emerged from the woods at the edge of the clearing and spread out to surround the convoy.

At this moment, the patrolling "guard" also returned. He and the guard left behind exchanged a glance, and then together they reached for the carriage in the middle—it turned out that the patrolling guard had also met with misfortune.

The two silently passed the guards' tents and arrived at the carriage.

They exchanged another glance, and the man on the left pulled a pistol from his waist, lifted the curtain, and climbed inside.

In the darkness, he darted quickly to the edge of the bed, where a human silhouette could be vaguely seen.

He jumped up, covered the man's mouth, and then pressed the gun against his temple.

Sensing movement under his hand, he shouted fiercely, "Don't move! We're only after your money, not your lives. Don't make trouble for yourself!"

...The robbers who remained outside the vehicle kept a close watch on the movements of the surrounding guard tents.

In their plan, all they had to do was kidnap the head of the group, force them to hand over their money, destroy their vehicles and kill their horses, and then they could leave without a trace.

Once the hijacking is completed, the plan will be more than half successful.

Just as I was enjoying my daydream, I suddenly heard a loud bang—

The companion who had just crawled inside was sent flying out, crashing to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his chest a bloody mess, and he was clearly dead.

The bandits who remained behind changed their expressions drastically, and the guards in the surrounding tents reacted quickly, shouting to wake them up.

The remaining robber pointed his finger and blew a sharp whistle—a sound that meant, "The wind is getting strong, let's get out of here!"

He was about to run away, but as soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

The robber looked back and saw a thick arm sticking out of the car window.

He made a move to draw his gun from his waist, but the dark muzzle of a gun protruding from the car window pressed against his forehead first.

boom--!
His head exploded like a watermelon.

The gunshot also completely awakened the sleeping convoy.

……

Feng Xiuhu was fast asleep when he vaguely heard an explosion, a commotion, and the sound of many footsteps running.

He frowned in displeasure, muttering as he turned over: "I told you fireworks aren't allowed in the city..."

Zhang Kuisheng shook him awake forcefully: "Old Ma! Get up quickly, something's happened!"

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his eyes and sat up: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Kuisheng exclaimed excitedly, "Our convoy has been robbed!"

Feng Xiuhu rolled his eyes and lay down again: "That's alright, mentioning my name will work."

Zhang Kuisheng pulled him up, laughing and crying at the same time, "Instead of bragging, you should get up and watch the show—Brother Ye's troll has done a great job!"

Upon hearing Shunzi's name, Feng Xiuhu finally came to his senses: "Did he fire the shot?"

"Not so good!"

Zhang Kuisheng was extremely excited: "Two shots, two lives taken! That big shot of his is really awesome! I'll let him touch it later."

Feng Xiuhu followed him out of the tent and found that the carriage was already surrounded.

Feng Xiuhu squeezed through the crowd and saw Liu Weisen tightly holding Shunzi's hand, thanking him profusely.

Noticing Feng Xiuhu enter, Shunzi called out to him, "Brother!"

Feng Xiuhu nodded, walked closer with his hands behind his back, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shunzi scratched her head: "I was sleeping so soundly when suddenly someone touched my mouth. I thought someone was feeding me."

"Just as I was about to speak, I heard another man say that he wanted to rob me. I was confused at the time and thought he was after our safe. I was so angry that I shot him out without thinking."

Liu Weisen, being perceptive, said to Butler Zhang, "Brother Ye must be hungry from sleeping. Quickly, bring him some food."

After giving his instructions, he explained to Feng Xiuhu, "That group today was indeed wicked. There were more than six of them. The rest of the bandits hid in the woods, shooting arrows from the shadows. After killing the night guards, they tried to take me hostage—thankfully, Brother Ye..."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand to interrupt: "Where are the robbers?"

Liu Weisen looked to the side and said, "The incident happened suddenly. We only managed to capture one person alive. The rest escaped. It was too dark at night, so I didn't let the guards risk chasing after them."

Feng Xiuhu looked in that direction and saw a person being forced to kneel on the ground.

It was the same strong, muscular man who had come to scout ahead during the day.

(End of this chapter)