Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

In an area of about 1,000 meters outside Xijing City, a large number of iron thorn branches are distributed into several long chasms. On the ground are rows and rows, dug pits, camouflaged with sand and grass clippings.

A large number of kobolds, monkeys, and bison people are distributed in this isolation buffer zone, and they are constantly busy. Flanked by erected watchtowers and a handful of arrow towers, improvised trebuchets lined up as workers put the finishing touches on it.

Whitemane was the first batch of young bison people to enter Xijing City three months ago. It has changed from a lonely wanderer to a satisfied person with food and clothing, and can also learn and play planting skills, which is already a dreamlike big transformation.

At every moment of the day, Whitemane prays to the gods to bless the city it already loves and has a strong sense of belonging.

But I heard that the ferocious and terrifying werewolf army is about to attack. The city of its beloved homeland will be devastated by terrible war. All were mobilized for the final defensive work, preparing to resist the invasion of the werewolf army.

Whitemane trembled with trepidation and trepidation as he hammered nails to reinforce the trebuchet in front of him. On the other hand, he thought in a panic, what if the city was breached, if the home was destroyed, if he died here?

"Hey, bro, be careful!"

Whitemane's hammer-smashing hand was quickly pulled away to stop it, almost hitting its own fingers, it couldn't help but look up in panic, and said gratefully, "Thank you, I...... I'm a little scared......"

A kobold man with a thin body and a shrewd face, with a rough cigarette in his mouth and a white-maned hammer, slammed and fastened several shelves with great skill.

Then it dropped its hammer, spat out a puff of smoke, choked a few times, and said with a big grin at the white mane, "Brother, what is your name?

"Whitemane, I've been here for more than 90 days......"

"My name is Huang Mao, and I've always lived here, I used to be a miner, and now I manage those steam engines. Huang Mao threw down the cigarette roll, stepped on it, and muttered, "The cigarette roll recommended by the lord is really strong!"

"What is a cigarette roll?" asked Whitemane curiously.

"Something that the rich in the big city love. Huang Mao shook his head and said, "But they have money and power, and they can enjoy tobacco with cigarette bottles, cigarette holders, smoking guns, etc., our conditions are poor, and we can't compare." ”

Whitemane wasn't very interested in this, oh, and went back to work. But he was still a little absent-minded, and he almost hit his hand with a hammer.

"Don't be afraid, brother, we've defeated werewolves. Huang Mao said proudly, holding out his chest and pointing to some burns and scars on his arms, "Look, this is what was left over from that great battle!"

"Really!?" Whitemane suddenly looked at Huang Mao with envy and adoration, and couldn't help asking: "Werewolves are very powerful, I heard that the bright knights of Sentinel Ridge can't stop the werewolf cavalry." ”

"But we blocked them, and defeated them!" Huang Mao turned around and pointed, not far away, Li Mo and several subordinates were inspecting the layout of the defensive belt.

"With the lord here, we don't have to be afraid of as many werewolves as they come! And the lord also said that this time, we will cut off the claws of the werewolves, so that they will never dare to invade again!"

Huang Mao turned his head, stared deeply at the white mane, and said: "Your Excellency Lord said that we are not cowards, and we are not an inferior race that allows others to invade and slaughter! We must strive for self-improvement! Build our own prosperous homeland! Defend our homeland!"

"Lord Lord......" Whitemane also looked at the figure that made it respect, and couldn't help but puff up his chest and hold the hammer tightly, "What should I do?"

"Don't retreat, brother!" Huang Mao pointed to the trebuchet and said loudly: "Listen to the command, don't be afraid, complete your mission, shoot out all the prisms, and defeat all the invaders!"

"Thank you, brother, I will stay here, I will not retreat!" In the depths of the white mane's heart, the blood that had never been there before also boiled, and he said loudly, holding the hammer tightly.

"Don't be afraid, brother, I'm right next to you. Huang Mao grinned, took out a crude cigarette roll, held it in his mouth, and swayed to the trebuchet next to it.

Whitemane hurriedly fixed his trebuchet, and after careful inspection, immediately ran over to help Yellow Fur carry out the final inspection.

Behind the trebuchet is a large number of sharp prisms that have been cut. This kind of prism is completely different from any stone in the past, but after reasonable experiments, the lethality of the shot is very considerable.

"Red Gong, get all the prisms of these trebuchets ready. Huang Mao held a cigarette in his mouth and shouted loudly.

A very agile monkey, dragged a large frame over, poured out a few prisms, without panting, snatched the yellow hair of the cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out the smoke, sighed: "When can I have the benefits of cigarette rolls......

"Work hard to earn your share, this is the welfare of the old worker, you are still young. Huang Mao said with the temperament of the predecessors who came over.

"What do you call it, brother?" said the red gong and looked at the white mane.

"My name is Whitemane...... Uh, your strength is so great!" Whitemane looked at the red gong enviously, and found that although it was a monkey, the muscles exposed to the fruit were swollen and powerful, and they were very strong.

"The lord said that after this defensive battle is over, an independent battalion of 'Fighting Ape' will be established. I'm working hard to get into the recruit selection!" said Honggong with pride.

"I really envy you, brave and cap......able," Whitemane whispered.

"You can do it too, brother!" Honggong stretched out his hand, thumped the white-maned arm, and said with a sigh, "Our Xijing City, you bison people, the most tall! ”

"What is a tank?" asked Whitemane curiously.

"I don't know, it could be a new class, or maybe the lord was joking. Honggong shook his head, but then said, "However, your plantation is doing well, and we have fresh vegetables and fruits to eat every day, and we also want to thank you for your cultivation." ”

Whitemane suddenly felt happy in his heart and nodded happily. Finally, there is a place that has been recognized, and indeed in Xijing, the plantation of the bison people can be called remarkable.

These three people of different races helped each other while chatting, and carefully inspected and strengthened the surrounding trebuchets and watchtowers.

It lasted until the afternoon, and the three of them had time to sit together and share the fruit and meal sent by the logistics team.

"Can we really defeat the werewolf army?" Whitemane held the apple and glanced around at the already majestic array of trebuchets and the towers and arrows.

"There are lords! There are the three lieutenants of Kai Ruigan, Medusa, and Pheasant, as well as many old subordinates of the lord, as well as the 'wolf warrior cavalry' formed by secret special training!"

Honggong counted with his fingers, his face full of pride, "These are the confidence of Xijing City, we have defeated the werewolves once, and we can drive them out of our homes again!"

"Break their claws!, never dare to invade!" said Huang Mao with a laugh, spitting out a kernel fiercely.

The kernel rolled to the ground and suddenly bounced like a shudder.

Thundered......

Thundered......

Everyone sat on the ground, stepped on the ground, and the tools at hand were trembling and shaking.

It was as if the rumbling sound came from outside the sky, like muffled thunder, from far and near, constantly coming, and the rumbling was endless......

"It's a werewolf!" Huang Mao stood up with a serious face, threw away the fruit in his hand, and quickly climbed up to the watchtower, it looked at it for a moment, and said loudly: "It's a werewolf!

"The werewolf army is coming!!"

On every watchtower, there was a loud warning sound.

As if there was a spring under his feet, the red gong jumped up violently, pulled the white mane, and shouted: "Return to your place, return to your place! Prepare the trebuchet immediately, and obey the command!"

The white mane's blood boiled violently, its heart was pounding, it felt the shaking of the earth under its feet, and it came to the trebuchet nervously, holding the stone throwing mechanism tightly.

Woo...... Whining......

A low horn sounded, ringing in everyone's ears.

On the defensive front, everyone is in place.

One is quiet, one is silent, and one is orderly. There was only the sound of the cavalry rushing as if a frenzied tide was crashing on the shore, and the rumbling was rapidly approaching, getting closer and closer.