"Treant Express? What a great idea! I've driven cars, armored cars, tanks, but this is the first time I've sat on a tree man. I couldn't help but be moved. Lin Sichun tasted it and praised it greatly.

Jiang Yiming named the two tree people No. 1 and No. 2 respectively in chronological order, with No. 1 being the tallest and larger.

He himself sat on two branches of No. 1, leaning against several on his back, and was about ten meters high from the ground. He waved his hand at Lin Sichun, who was twenty meters away, and gave an order to the two tree men: "Let's go, Express!" ”

Bang! The ten-story tall Treant took a heavy step, stepping out of a huge crater nearly two meters deep in the ground. Small animals and thigh-high shrubs that didn't have time to escape were turned into powder, clinging to the dirt.

The exhausting bushes were nothing to the tree man, and the road that had made Lin Sichun work hard before was opened, and the tree man only needed to lift his feet.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Yiming walked through the previous two-hour journey and came to the outside of the woods, and the wooden wall of the camp was in front of him. But what's the matter with that military formation outside the walls, Baron Levincent's army?

Rewind the clock to ten minutes ago.

Zhao Liang and Pei Yong led five wounded team members, crowded on the arrow tower closest to the gate to watch the situation, the original owner of the iron mine camp, Baron Levincent, came, and there were more than two hundred troops.

"What do you guys think?"

In the past, it was Lin Sichun who made decisions, and Pei Yong only needed to implement it. Now it was his turn to be responsible for the lives of his teammates, and he couldn't help but panic.

"If you want me to say, it's better to surrender. Of course, this is only a delaying tactic. Wait until Jiang Yiming and Captain Lin come back. We can turn defeat into victory. Destroy the baronial army outside. ”

As soon as Zhao Liang said the previous sentence, he was stared at by six pairs of angry eyes, and hurriedly waved his hand to say the next words.

"What if Jiang Yiming's experiment fails and the two of them don't come back with the tree man?" Some team members raised different opinions.

"Then it's just a prayer that what you say doesn't happen."

Zhao Liang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Once the fight starts, it is impossible for the seven of us to win, but there are more than two hundred enemies outside." ”

"Leave life and death to the enemy. This one is funny. I think only resistance can delay time and wait until Captain Lin and Jiang Yiming come back. ”

It seems that in this foggy world, the former retired soldiers don't take Zhao Liang as a boss very seriously, especially after the death of their teammates.

Pei Yong felt a headache, Zhao Liang's suggestion sounded a little likely, but the words of the team members seemed to be very correct, but he couldn't judge which one was better. He had no choice but to say, "Then vote." ”

The result was a one-to-five, Zhao Liang was defeated, and Pei Yong himself gave up voting.

Without Pei Yong making a decision, his brain became flexible. said: "That's it, resist hard and wait until Captain Lin and Jiang Yiming come back." If you can't do it, you can retreat to the mine. Also, we can try to arm the miners and build a strong voice. ”

While they were discussing, the army outside was also taking the opportunity to rest and regain their strength. For this small army with a medieval appearance, after all, it was not easy to travel dozens of miles from afar.

Forty-five-year-old Barry. Baron Levincent was at the center of the army, surrounded by soldiers, and could not have been safer. Dressed in sleek armor with many ornaments, and mounted on a sturdy white horse, he looked majestically over the camp, like the lion on his family coat of arms.

Baron Levincent frowned and glanced at his army, then asked the Knight Johnson beside him, "How long do you have to rest before you can attack?" I can't wait to tear up all the troublemakers in the East, whether they're spies sent by that nobleman! ”

Knight Johnson, who is five years younger than the baron, is the default knight chief, not only because he is the oldest of the three knights, but also because of his outstanding command ability.

"My lord, I suggest another half an hour of rest, our soldiers are tired and will increase unnecessary casualties." Johnson was blunt, believing that the Lord would take his opinion because it was all for the good of the baron.

Sonor!

Baron Levincent drew his snow sword, slashed at the air in front of him, and said, "We will attack in ten minutes!" There were only a few rebellious Eastern miners, less than ten. We have two hundred troops, and we can wipe them all out with a single blow. ”

"My lord, you just said that this is a spy rebellion, we can't underestimate these Eastern miners too much." Johnson Knight stood by his opinion.

Baron Levincent's face passed a dark cloud, glared at Knight Johnson and said, "Are you going to disobey my orders?" Execute it, I just want the other nobles to see it and provoke my fate. ”

"Yes, sir." Faced with the wrath of the Lord, Johnson could only change his words, agreed, and conveyed the baron's order to the army.

The break flickered by, and under the gaze of Baron Levincent, his army began to squirm like an ant corps that had received pheromones.

The soldiers in the front row, without a single piece of armor on their bodies, wore tattered linen clothes, and did not have a bit of military temperament. This is only because yesterday they were serfs working in the fields, and they still have dirt on their legs.

At the baron's command, yesterday's serfs were transformed into cannon fodder for the first wave of attacks, as if reshaped. They carried on their shoulders the ladders they had made in a hurry, and they had not even removed the bark, which was very embarrassing.

Although no one dared to complain, the horror in their eyes was so thick, like animals being driven into a slaughterhouse. The next two rows were also serfs, but they were holding hooks and sickles in their hands, and their faces were much more relieved.

Then there are the real professional soldiers, who are wearing armor and holding sharp cold weapons in their hands, and their fighting spirit is high. Because there has been news circulating for a long time, the enemy of this expedition is only about ten miners, and it is not a terrifying monster, which is obviously a good opportunity for meritorious service.

A squad of archers arranged by Knight Johnson had nothing to do, and none of the enemies stood on the wooden wall for them to shoot, but they also could not climb the wall as stormtroopers.

"Rush!" The serfs and cannon fodder, who were carrying ladders, were not attacked at all, and successfully put the ladder on the wall.

Their mission was temporarily completed, but they could not return. According to the orders of the Johnson knights, they were to guard the ladder, and when they saw their dead comrades, they had to pick up their weapons and fill the gaps.

The second row of serfs stepped on ladders and held various farm tools to the top of the wall. Before they could cheer, a sparse burst of javelins fired.

Ahh The unarmed serfs were struck by three or four javelins at once, and fell to the ground from a height of three meters. The howls of pain from their companions immediately exhausted the courage they had in their hearts, and most of the serfs jumped down in fright.

Baron Levincent slashed his sword with great force, and said angrily, "Useless thing! Go on! ”

The serfs in the third row, under the threat of swords, rushed up the wooden wall again, and were also knocked down by javelins. But this time, the professional soldiers who followed closely forced them to jump into the camp and continue the charge.

A loud boom came from the woods to Levincent's left, and he turned his head to look at it, and was immediately shocked: "Ancestor is above, what is this?" (To be continued.) )