Chapter 184: Merchant Caravan
That broke the tension in the camp, and the unit’s leaders on this side of the gorge spread back out to check on their teams.
None of them were actually expecting trouble, so when a convoy of four magitech trucks pulling trailers and flying the West Keria naval standard crossed the river just before dark, everyone was shocked.
"Roll out a ladder. I will go down and stop them to see if it really is an international merchant." Dominic insisted.
"And if they are?" The soldier with the ladder asked.
"Then that depends on their answers. We’re not at war with West Keria, but if they’re moving military supplies, they’re not leaving with them." Dominic replied.
Dominic stepped into the road just in time for the first truck in the convoy to apply the brakes.
If they had wanted to.
They weren’t idiots, and they knew that this was most likely an ambush. So, when they hit the [Area Barrier] That Dominic had raised, they were still doing close to thirty kilometres an hour, and the occupants of the first truck were tossed up against the windshield.
"Sonofabitch. That hurt. What the hell did we hit?" The driver demanded.
"Magical barrier. Welcome to the Skiptondal River crossing. My band of merry men is looking for a particular war criminal and his associates. You wouldn’t be harbouring or supplying them, would you?" Dominic asked as the other trucks came to a screeching halt.
Steam hissed as pressure valves were released to stop the trucks further back down the line, and shouts of alarm were raised as the mortar teams appeared along the ridge lines.
The driver of the first truck held a cloth to his head, slowing the bleeding, and glared at Dominic, who signalled at him in the Trade Guild’s hand language, which was the same as the Wavemates military signals.