Chapter 55: untitled

The rat village is not that there are many rats, but that when the village was built, it was found that there were many violent animals. Rage wolves, rage bears, and even bats have rage species. These animals are huge, irritable, fierce, and aggressive, and cannot be domesticated.
The villagers here are savages, and they fought for years with savage animals before gaining a foothold. They more or less inherited the unafraid personality of their predecessors, and were regarded as the most unusual barbarians in the Black Forest.
Zhou Qingfeng set out with his team, and the first attack target was this hard bone. Because this place is the intersection of many villages, jamming here is tantamount to blocking the connection between the Church of Bann and several other betrayal villages.
At the moment on the wall of the Rat Rat Village, the head of the village, Schroder, was beating his chest with two fists and howling. He was also crowded with dozens of savage-like barbarians, tattooed bald, wearing animal skins, and yelling with heavy weapons such as tomahawks.
This so-called voice is far away. It can be heard hundreds of meters away when the wind blows. It is full of majesty and fearlessness. As if by this trick you can scare the enemy back.
Just on the wall, the thief McCann who entered the village early in the morning was scornful. He was very slender in a group of barbarians, and he also received a lot of scornful eyes. The men in Mole Village looked down on him as a thief, and felt that he had no seeds.
"Miken, are you frightened away by such a mess?" Schroeder's chief leaned on the wall of the wall and laughed loudly. His shiny face was painted with several white tattoos, each of which represented a powerful enemy he killed.
This guy's entire face was almost full, and it was intimidating.
Three hundred meters outside the village wall, several avant-garde ‘allied forces’ were running back and forth to confirm that the road outside the village was safe and there was no ambush. Then an artisan brought a dozen unarmed villagers to investigate and determine the location of the trebuchet.
Just such people, there is really nothing deterrent.
It's a far cry from McCain's 'army'.
Schroder's laugh caused even louder ridicule from his subordinates. The village is mostly barbarians, and despising thieves is equivalent to 'political correctness'.
McCann felt so angry and reminded again: "You better be careful and stick to it for at least two days. The attack on Bai Ya Village is not smooth, and the support that can be given by Stucco Village may be very late."
"Stucco Village's support?" Schroeder waved strangely and said disdainfully, "I don't need any support and will not let any outsiders enter my village. As long as I am here, no one can capture it. Mole Village, because we are the strongest. "
The barbarian on the fence waved his arms and cheered.
McCann really wanted to turn around and leave these stubborn heads dead. But he can only continue to say patience now: "I say again, those guys outside are not easy to deal with. Their leaders are special."
This made Schroder even more scornful. He squeezed his mouth, deliberately lowered his voice, turned his head and told his relatives: "The people in the Church of Bann don't seem to be very good. He was actually scared by a rookie-led team to pee.
Hahaha, burst into laughter.
McCann was really angry now, he scolded resentfully: "The kid named Victor is no rookie. He has robbed a convoy of the church, got two trebuchets, and bewildered at least The 100th Dalit follows.
He somehow even ran to Tielu Village and united people from several other villages. My Lord even lowered the shrine specifically for him, demanding that he must be killed.
I ran to assassinate him last night, but he was spotted before he approached. That kid's perception is particularly high and the speed is particularly fast, which is a bit worse in actual combat experience. So you better have a little brain, don't take the enemy too lightly. "
McCann shouted with all his might, but only got a few arrogant smirks. He was almost crazy about it, but Schroeder and others suddenly stared at the road outside the wall, and a 'huge' team appeared.
More than two hundred armed men, including more than fifty formal adventurers, warriors, rangers, druids, wizard apprentices, and various professions. The rest were their combat attendants, all fully armoured and with high morale.
In the middle of the team, Zhou Qingfeng was crowded forward like the stars holding the moon. As the mascot of this battle, he gave orders in accordance with the resolutions already discussed.
"Luke, take your people to the left of Typhoon Village and go out two miles to investigate. Naar, you are in charge of the right, staring at the enemy's reinforcements. I don't want other teams to appear suddenly in today's battle.
"Antai, you bring someone to set up a horse. If the idiots in Mole Village dare to come out and fight with us, you must stand up to their first offensive."
"Sir Tambos, please let your magic pet fly to the sky to see the movement of the enemy for us. We must control everything."
"Wilson, get ready to build a wall, set up a trebuchet, and then rely on you to defeat the enemy's defense."
"Old Borg, set up your wounded camp. Rubio, let the logisticians boil water. Although I hope to win the Mouse Rat Village in one day, I also need to prepare for a wild camp."
"Others rest with me and can take turns eating something."
As the order was continuously issued, about 400 attacking troops were launched from the march into a combat state.
Zhou Qingfeng was quite nervous. He still found in the details his various "keyboard strategists". The tacit team is chaotic and fragile.
At this time, as long as the people in the Mouse Rat Village dared to rush out, paying a certain price would inevitably give Zhou Qingfeng a heavy blow and let him live in the examination room, but he didn't die after the war.
But the barbarians in the village were all indifferent.
McCann's tense eyes straightened on the fence. In his opinion, the team across was obviously filled with a lot of black people, but he was neat and organized. Cooperating with each other during the busy period, it is a hundred times stronger than the goblin troops he has seen before.
Those goblins will only run around in a swarm of ‘Ok Ook’. Once they run away, there ’s no way to gather them back. As for the armed forces of various human villages, only a small team of more than a dozen people can cooperate. The action of the three hundred or four hundred people cannot be done at all.
Schroeder, who was just laughing, was a little shy, and there was only individual bravery in the head of the barbarian. His usual combat is to take the lead in charge and go directly to the opponent's leader to fight hard.
If it was a showdown of hundreds of people, Schroder would have a headache just thinking about it. He will probably find his attendant soon. Armed attendants will not hear Schroeder's call, and a battle will soon turn into a gruel.
"Boss, shall we rush out and kill a wave?" A subordinate asked.
"Stupid, haven't you seen more debris than us?"
Schroeder's scolding, he also paid special attention to Luke and Nal who led the team to smuggle him on both wings. "If we go out, we will definitely be surrounded. So we will not go anywhere and wait for the debris to come to death. "
"But" some subordinates were still vaguely uneasy. "The enemy has trebuchets. The heavy crossbow on our wall cannot reach them."
"Rest assured that the trebuchet was so bad that it didn't hit us. Our village is strong enough to hide behind the wall." Schroeder patted the wall of his village, still confident.
And outside the fence, Wilson was shouting to a trebuchet gunner, "Be careful, park the car for me. The jar on the car is a terrible thing from Old Borg. If it hits the ground , We are miserable. "