Hagrid and his men quietly approached the camp, and the enemy's celebration seemed to have gone too far, leaving not even a single guard in front of the gate. They easily climbed into the camp and opened the gates.

The dry wax man drew out the cross sword, broadsword, and hand axe from his waist, and the cat's waist touched towards the barracks. They were very numerical about the situation here, and they knew exactly where the enemy was following.

The arrows that exploded in the night sky rang in Hagrid's ears like a thunderbolt, and his head "Buzz! "The next becomes the boss.

Looking at the approaching camp, it looked like a wild beast about to open its eyes, and he just shouted: "Beware of ambush!" ".

The previously closed windows were opened, and the mouths of countless black holes were aimed at them. Then there was a flash of fire, and in the sound of the guns, the dry wax man fell.

Hagrid found out that something was wrong and lay on the ground, and the muddy and slippery ground calmed his brain instantly.

He looked up and saw that the fire in the window facing the house on their side did not seem to stop, and people kept being shot and fell to the ground.

Even the bravest sailors were killed in the charge, and Hagrid knew at a glance that the enemy's musketeers were well trained, no worse than them.

Even if it were a fair match, it would be difficult for them to get a favor. Lying on the ground, his eyes began to look around, and if the sneak attack failed, he had to retreat as soon as possible, and no one could escape if he delayed any longer.

Just as he turned to run, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure flickering in the darkness. These black shadows were short, but they held long knives that were extremely disproportionate to their size, and they reflected bursts of cold light in the light of the firearms.

The shadows approached quickly, and Hagrid finally saw who was coming. These small soldiers were only as tall as the shoulders of the Dry Waxers, but they all wore cuirasses and knights' helmets that only Europeans had.

In particular, the slender steel knife in their hands looked particularly funny under their short stature.

Just as Hagrid was about to laugh, a dwarf man was in a fight with a burly, tall sailor.

The sailor was clearly of Viking descent and was almost two meters tall. He was like a giant spirit god in front of enemies who were less than 1.6 meters tall, especially when he wielded a large axe.

Seeing the enemy rushing up, the sailor picked up his big axe and slashed down. It had the potential to split the enemy in half, but the dwarf enemy dodged the fatal blow by simply turning sideways.

At the same time, the sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and there was a shout in his mouth. The sailor was too tall to fight against small enemies, and he habitually picked up his large axe and slashed, the axe was too long in the air for the dwarf enemy to dodge easily.

However, the enemy's counterattack was extremely fast, the sailor slashed the air with an axe, his body did not react so timely, he retreated a little slower, and was cut by the enemy in the waist and abdomen.

The sailor was furious, not expecting that he would be injured in the hands of a short man. He picked up his axe and slashed at the enemy again, this time he learned to be obedient. Swing your big axe lightly and slash horizontally at your enemies.

The enemy swung his sword to block, and the swords and axes collided and sent a flash of fire in the night. The enemy was indeed no match for him in terms of strength, and was shocked back two steps.

The sailor stepped forward again and swung his great axe to chop down. But the enemy rushed forward, ignoring the axe above his head, and slashed at the sailor's left leg.

The movements of the two were very fast, and this fight was completed in the blink of an eye. The sailor was too late to dodge, and although his large axe struck the top of the enemy's head, his left leg was also cut off.

The sailor fell to the ground with a scream, and he moved backwards with his short legs clutched. The ferocity of the enemy was beyond his imagination, and there was already a slight fear in his eyes.

The knight's helmet on the head of the enemy who had fallen to the ground was cut through by the axe, and blood flowed out of it. To the horror of the sailors, the enemy's fingers as they lay underground moved.

At this time, other enemies rushed forward, and the incapacitated sailors were quickly beheaded.

Hagrid found that despite his small stature, his fighting power was not weak. In close combat, relying on the sharpness of the armor, you have to occupy a certain advantage.

Although the two sides suffered mutual damage when they fought in one place, it was obvious that the casualties of the dry wax people were greater. Even the muskets that had been firing stopped and soldiers in the same outfit rushed out of the barracks and killed them.

There was also an extra spike in front of the firebolt in the hands of these soldiers, and a firebolt turned into a short spear in seconds. Their joining made the dry silk people completely unbearable, and they turned around and fled.

Hagrid didn't go with the group, but there was a lot of power. But the risk of being targeted was much greater, and he escaped from the camp and ran alone into the jungle.

Although there are many poisonous snakes, insects and ants there, at least they can escape the catastrophe in front of them. Hagrid's luck was good, and he was relieved when he fled into the jungle. Having finally escaped, the next step is to think about how to survive in the jungle.

Hagrid listened to the distant shouts of murder and begging for mercy, and couldn't help but quicken his pace and quickly walked through the forest.

Unbeknownst to him, four eyes were fixed on him in the dark forest, and a crossbow was raised and aimed at Hagrid.

After Feng Sibao and Lao Mazi released the rockets of the police, they moved towards the camp. Lao Mazi wanted to rush out of the jungle to participate in the battle of the camp, but was stopped by Feng Sibao.

In Feng Sibao's words, the daylilies are cold now. With the Changxing army in the camp, these 300 dry silk people were sent to death.

By the time the two of them arrived, it was all that was left to clean up the battlefield. It's better to stay in the woods, and maybe catch the enemy who escapes.

Lao Mazi also felt that Feng Sibao's words made sense, so the two of them hid in the dark of the jungle and did not come out.

They saw the sound of guns and fires flashing in the camp, and the screams and shouts of killing were intertwined, and they wanted to participate in the battle immediately.

After a while, I saw more than 100 dried silk people rushing out of the camp. The two of them were about to go over to intercept them, but as soon as they walked a short distance, they saw someone running towards them in the dark.

The two of them immediately stopped, although there were many people there. But the Changxing army has already chased after it, and the enemy may not be able to escape into the jungle and be wiped out.

No one here is paying attention, and it's likely that they'll run away. The two of them pondered and stayed, waiting for the enemy to throw themselves into the net.

Although the firebolts were drenched in rain, the two men still carried crossbow arrows. They aimed their crossbow arrows at the enemy, and one of them fired at them as they approached.

Trying to flee, Hagrid did not see an ambush ahead, and was shot in the ribs by an arrow unsuspectingly, and he took two steps forward, falling to the ground.

Feng Sibao saw that he had hit the enemy with one blow, and jumped out of the hiding place excitedly. He pulled out the bayonet on his waist and said to the old pock: "Old pock! This credit will go to the brother, and the brother will give it to you next time! ”

"Count you kid fast!" The old pockmark, who was a step slower, put down the crossbow arrow stupidly, with a reluctant face.

They raised their crossbow arrows at the same time, but they were preempted by Feng Sibao. The depression in his heart can be imagined, looking at Feng Sibao who was leaving, he muttered in his mouth: "Shit luck!" ”

Feng Sibao came behind the enemy who fell to the ground, raised his bayonet and leaned down to stab at the enemy underground.