At the foot of the Ott Mountains, Worf led his own people in a series of raids on several villages.

He didn't get anything, the local residents had already left early, and the houses were empty.

In fact, before descending the mountain, he lost some of his people, and the werewolves had no resistance to the terrible disease of smallpox, so he had to burn another batch of infected werewolves, and those who had just become ill were imprisoned by him and left to fend for themselves.

It was a difficult decision, and it even threatened his prestige in the eyes of his people, but he had to.

If Dr. Sean or Dr. Nolan had known, he would have known much more about smallpox. Although smallpox is terrible, a considerable number of humans will survive after suffering from it, but there will be pockmarks on their faces. Strong werewolves are even less resistant to this virus than humans.

The personal pain of this war without gunpowder, or rather the personal suffering of this non-contact form of warfare, frightened Worf.

However, since Wolf led the werewolves out of the wolf's den and eastward along the Ultra Mountains to plague humanity, this war is destined to be a life-and-death war.

As the leader and wise man of the wolf clan, Wolf knew he had a rather formidable opponent.

Angry at the pain, Wolf urgently needed to teach the Genoese a hard lesson, otherwise he would not be able to convince his people.

As they got deeper and deeper into the boundaries of the province of Genoa, the werewolves could not find a single human, but instead saw a knight snooping from afar. The Genoese rode their horses and were very alert, and if the werewolves approached the slightest, they rode away.

It was a foreboding, and the Genoese seemed to be prepared. But at the thought of the Genoese maneuver's poor performance on the battlefield, Wolf put this bad feeling behind him.

The desire for revenge has now filled Worf's wolf brain, and the loss is really serious.

Because the extremely low survival rate of werewolf babies has always been a big problem for the tribe, if they survive, they will have to face food shortages and diseases.

In times of lack of food, some old werewolves will leave the pack and fend for themselves.

If they were real wolves, they could give birth to several at a time.

The wolf gods made them very strong individually, stronger, more agile and more powerful than humans, but they could not allow their entire race to reproduce like humans.

The werewolves grabbed two old cows, and their blood-drinking nature prompted them to slaughter them and feast on them. Although werewolves do not dislike food grown by humans, nor do they reject cooked food, they love meat with blood.

"How could two cows be left behind when the humans have run away?" said Worf.

His deputy, the werewolf Arthur, said: "Those timid humans, I'm afraid they are scared, these two old cows probably couldn't go fast and were discarded, just so that we can have fresh meat to eat." ”

"Don't underestimate the humans, you see, they lost nearly a hundred warriors to us without a single shot. Wolf laughed to himself.

Arthur took a bite of beef with his sharp teeth, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and said hatefully: "Then we will kill all the humans, Genoese!"

The werewolves now distinguish the Genoese from ordinary humans as a special species, as if the Genoese were the most vicious of the kind.

"You are afraid, king. Arthur said suddenly.

"I have to admit that we had a terrible opponent. Wolf glanced at him and said, "Isn't it? We don't even know who the murderer is who caused this disaster." Sean Connery?"

"As I said earlier, don't trade with humans lightly. Arthur said.

"Arthur, are you accusing me?" a low growl erupted from Worf's throat. Arthur bowed his head in submission and said:

"Wang, I am not challenging your authority, you are called the wisest werewolf in the clan by the wizards, and the best person to lead us out of the mountains and forests, this is the will of the wolf god. My king, you have underestimated the cunning of humanity, and although you are not trading with our enemies, you have clearly angered their enemies. ”

"No, there was nothing wrong with my deal. Human beings are as weak as a lamb, but they can farm to feed themselves, they can invent potions to heal the sick, they can smelt iron to make weapons for battle, and now they have rifles and cannons, which is why they are strong.

But they are selfish, greedy and disunited, and if we do not take advantage of their civil strife and mutual attacks to get out of their ancestral home and take possession of a piece of territory, one day our whole race will disappear. ”

Wolf shook his head and said, after a pause, he added:

"Perhaps I miscalculated the strength of the rebels, they could only fight a small battle at Saint-Noowe, and if they could cross the Long River, the situation would be very different. Frankly, I don't want either side to win, it's best if they are in a stalemate forever.

When the time comes, we will have more slaves to grow food, raise cattle and sheep, and make weapons for us. We can migrate all the descendants of the gods in our ancestral homeland, and our children will not have to endure hunger and disease, they will grow up smoothly, and they may be able to read and write, and they will learn to manage towns like humans, and they will learn to make weapons and gunpowder, and they will learn to make all kinds of useful things, which is the quickest way for us to become strong. ”

The prospect that Wolf depicts fascinates Arthur.

"Originally, at least half of this world belonged to our Protoss. "We will build a real state, with kings, nobles, wizards, generals and soldiers, civil officials and teachers, all with their own duties." What humanity has now, we all have to have, and I want all the descendants of the Protoss not to have to worry about food and survival, not to have to be with wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and humans will become our slaves, this is my dream. ”

"It's a great dream, king!"

Arthur stood up, his heart swelling, and he fell to his knees solemnly in front of Worf.

Wolf helped Arthur to his feet and said:

"Arthur, this dream is not a sudden thought of mine, it is the dream of the wolf kings of all generations, and it is also the dream of all our descendants of the gods. But now, let's forget this great dream, I only have a small dream now, I want to make that human nobleman named Sean Connery my slave, and I have even figured out how to make his death look better, otherwise it will not quench the anger in my heart. ”

"Wang, I will definitely make this little dream come true for you. Arthur said.

On the horizon in the distance, a cavalry appeared, and they did not come closer, but only confronted the werewolves from a distance.

The Spencer company commander removed his carbine from the saddle holster, a rifled gun suitable for cavalry, the structure of which did not differ from all bass rifles of the infantry, except for a slightly shorter barrel.

In addition, in addition to bayonets that could be attached to carbines, each cavalryman was armed with a pistol and a sabre.

Spencer's men were actually less than a company in size and were the best riders in the CDF. The best riders are only the best among the southerners, and they are only here to drag down the werewolves.

Cavalry is a burden, cavalry is an expense, but cavalry is indispensable.

It is generally believed that the herdsmen of the northern steppes are the best source of cavalry, but in fact the imperial cavalry, whether cuirassiers or dragoons, was dominated by peasants, and even more so in the south, so it was very laborious to keep them on horseback without falling.

The cavalrymen lined up in two horizontal formations, knee to knees, each of fifty men.

Since cavalry did not usually require a large amount of firepower, Spencer, as commander, was to be at the front of the first row in order to set an example of fearless charge. But this time they weren't attacking, so he was on the right side of the first side.

One second lieutenant was on the far left, and several other non-commissioned officers were scattered in the middle of the two horizontal platoons to serve as a solidifier of the battle line.

Spencer's deputy, a lieutenant, was at the end.

The werewolves quickly divided into a group of about twenty wolf soldiers to meet them, and they ran extremely fast, and soon appeared in front of them.

It was the first time to be so close to the ferocious and ugly wolf soldiers, and the soldiers were naturally afraid.

"They're so ugly!" Spencer said abruptly.

A soldier burst into laughter, which eased their nerves slightly.

"Ready, aim!" Spencer ordered.

The cavalry suddenly fell silent, and only the werewolves could be heard running and roaring.

300 meters, 250 meters, and 200 meters, this is already a relatively accurate shooting range, and some soldiers almost couldn't help but shoot.

Spencer still did not give the order to shoot.

However, the werewolves had an extra black object in their hands, and then they accelerated their charge, and twenty black balls flew above the heads of the cavalry.

"Not good, grenade!" Spencer shouted, "Follow me!"

Immediately decided, he took the lead and rushed forward with the cavalry.

The werewolves' strong arm strength caused the grenades to smash over a distance of nearly 100 meters, although most of them either became duds or burned too slowly.

But the werewolves' tactics were unexpected, and they actually used grenades.

Since the invention of this weapon, the "grenadier" has been created, but with the development of line tactics and artillery, it has now fallen silent, and few armies use this weapon as a tactical weapon, except for the defense of fortresses.

The grenades made by the werewolves were obviously not very technically adequate, but there were still at least seven explosions, only some were thrown crookedly, some were thrown, and some of the explosions produced too few fragments to be of limited power.

Even so, this gave a powerful shock to the cavalry, and more than a dozen people fell in an instant.

Fortunately, there were constraints from the officers and non-commissioned officers, and the tight formation did not collapse.

"All, fire!" Spencer yelled.

In the dense gunfire, the werewolves had already killed and broke into the fire net fired by the soldiers, and the werewolves fell unwillingly, and they could almost rush to a distance of thirty meters from the cavalry.

It was just a salvo, and at such a close distance, the werewolf became a target.

Without the shouts of the officers, the cavalrymen kept their heads down to reload their ammunition, which was not an easy task on horseback, although the gunpowder was prepared in advance. According to the tactical requirements, they usually put on their bayonets and charge after firing a bullet.

There was only one werewolf, magically unscathed.

He gasped, raised his axe, stared blankly at the fallen fellow beside him, and then turned and ran as if he had come to his senses.

Spencer held the carbine and pulled the trigger.

The werewolf seemed to have been pushed and fell to the ground.

"Forward, slow!"

"Forward, quick!"

The cavalry moved forward like a wall, trampling the werewolf under the iron hooves of the not yet dead.

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