Chapter 632: Investigation (3)

Zhou Qingfeng's boldness is indeed beyond imagination. As long as there are still coupons, he will do something unexpected. For example, after attacking Bishop ’s supply convoy, he did not run far.
When Exxon took more than 100 noble knights to the village near Shitan Town, Zhou Qingfeng stared at him with a 62-type telescope on the hillside less than one kilometer away.
The relative height of the hillside is only 50 or 60 meters, but it is the commanding height within a few kilometers. After completing the attack yesterday, more than forty people led by Zhou Qingfeng rested in the village behind the hillside.
The village is small, with only 50 or 60 thatched houses and one or two hundred residents. Most of the wilderness refugees gathered here and lived on simple farming.
The village couldn't find any ironware, not even a few pans. Most agricultural tools are made of wood, and there are no animals.
Zhou Qingfeng trapped all the villagers in their own houses and distributed some rice grains to each household to appease their hearts. Although the villagers were upset, they were not dissatisfied.
On the hillside, old Bank followed horse riding behind Zhou Qingfeng. He knew the news of Fells' death, and before he was too sad, he would have another roommate.
The opposite Exxon was once a long-legged knight, and both sides are important members of the family. Now only one can survive.
But Old Bank now pays more attention to the "two barrels" thing in Zhou Qingfeng's hands-there are single-tube bronze telescopes in the outside world. But regardless of the field of vision, clarity, and magnification, ‘monocular’ is far inferior to the gadget in front of you.
This is clearly a magic item that has a constant eagle eye technique.
It's really abnormal.
As old Bank turned his head, Hilly also grabbed one. Turning his head again, Mondino, Adrian, Todd, Naal, Mahan, Jason, and even the old witch doctor, Borg, who was responsible for the miscellaneous, took one.
A crowd of people huddled on the hillside to see Exxon on the opposite road. This is a one-way transparent battlefield, like playing a monkey.
The reality is too perverted.
How can such a good thing get one man?
What's even more sad is that I didn't.
Old Bank was uncomfortable.
Everyone's attention was on the hostile Exxon. They clearly saw more than one hundred knights continually detaching their troops, and scattered into the surrounding villages.
Soon, the village near and far became a of tragedy.
Yesterday, the transportation convoy was attacked, Zhou Qingfeng and others expected this moment. Their attack on the convoy was so great that people in the surrounding villages could not be unaware.
The poor in the village will not let go of any access to food and property. But they found a lot of property left on the road, and they ran out like crazy to clean the battlefield.
The scattered grain and grass were removed and the damaged carriage was removed.
The escorted convoys of the convoys were ordered, and they became the targets of the villagers' attacks. They didn't even let go of their bodies, and they did everything possible to strip them away.
The destruction of the transport team will inevitably be retaliated against by the noble master. Since last night, smarter people have fled. They took the property they had with them and fled, and lived in another place.
Anyway, the broken house of the poor is worthless, and Banshee Castle has no household registration system. Who knows where the refugees come from?
Waiting for the limelight to pass, and then come back to build a thatched house without much effort.
But many villagers are reluctant to even a thatched house. They didn't realize that the danger was approaching, and they were killed by the violent knights the next day.
Exxon's men were divided into a team of twelve and three riders, and rushed into the villages on both sides of the road like a wolf. They kicked the gate when they entered the village, and they yelled when they saw people, and as soon as they saw something like a transport team, they immediately killed.
The poor people in the village don't cover their bodies, they are black and thin, and they are chaotic like mice. The lords shouted and shouted, and forced the people out with a sword to ask questions, and then killed if they couldn't ask.
The telescope clearly showed the scene of merciless slaughter to the eyes of Zhou Qingfeng and others.
"Victor." Naal, who believes in nature, shouted angrily: "How long will it take before I start? I can't watch like this."
As the animal companion of the Druid, the winter wolf beside Nar also grinned and gave a demonstrative growl.
Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, holding a telescope to scan, "The enemy is not scattered enough, wait any longer. We must kill at least half of the enemy, especially the leader of the enemy must not let go."
Killing a group of miscellaneous soldiers is worse than killing the backbone of the enemy, and killing the backbone is worse than killing the leader of the enemy. It is best to turn opponents into a piece of loose sand that loses command.
Zhou Qingfeng handed the telescope to Old Bank. "We have fewer people and we can't fight hard. You also have to look at it and make a prediction."
The prophecy system does not give truth or clues out of thin air, but also requires the caster to have enough knowledge of the goals and scenarios to be predicted. The richer the details of this understanding, the more accurate the prediction will be.
Old Bank took over the telescope and had a panoramic view within a few kilometers. He felt that he had to take back what he had just thought-the magical items of constant "eagle eye surgery" could not be so convenient and efficient to detect.
I don't know if I should be happy or uncomfortable?
I am glad that I joined a team of local tyrants. What is uncomfortable is that he has always felt that he is quite motivated, and now has a psychological gap compared with the real local tyrants.
With the telescope, Old Bank can easily observe the terrain and roads, the status of the enemy and our personnel. With all kinds of information, you can infer the enemy's movement and possible difficulty by one level.
When the camera is aimed at Exxon in the distance, Old Bank can see the other party's gestures and movements, and can infer their emotions and thinking. At the moment of attention, he could even cast a spirit with spiritual consciousness across Lao Yuan.
Curse-Aura of Doom.
In the distance, Exxon felt chills, and his thick body couldn't stop trembling. He was pinching the slender crossbow drawn from the corpse, staring at the sharp cusp of his eyes, allowing the blood to slide from his palm.
It was Victor Hugo, and he should have known that he was here. In addition to him, who has this courage and has the ability to run to Banshee to make trouble?
The monster in the Black Forest is not really a joke, this blow is hard enough.
Exxon dropped the crossbow, Huo Ran got up and ordered: "Blow the trumpet, call the team, we are in trouble."
Rookie Tias also recognized the crossbow on the corpse, and was equally frightened. He panicked and asked, "Grandpa, it's a party from the cold wind city. What should we do?"
"We can't solve this trouble and we must report to Baron Bishop as soon as possible ..." Exxon turned his horse and unconsciously turned the horse's head to the north. But he quickly strangled the reins.
"No, the baron can't solve it. His thousands of troops are Hugo's real goal." Exxon seemed to realize that he was heading south again.
"We have to go back to Banshee Castle and find Your Excellency Friedman to dispatch a stronger force."
Seeing Lord Lord for a while, Tias also had a panic. He took a bronze trumpet from his rucksack and prepared to blow the trumpet to summon the scattered knights to gather.
But after blowing for a long time, the blowing face was red, and the copper trumpet could not make a sound. After some inspection, Tias said in frustration: "Grandpa, my bronze is broken."
"Damn, why is there such a bad thing?"