The black shadow moved slowly, and a team of heavy troops carrying grain slowly approached from far and near.

The old fox was right, this was a transportation of grain and baggage, and it was a domestic transportation far from the front line, and there was not much escort.

I was nervous, and the sheep were doubly nervous. I even saw one of the sheep shivering, and I could see in him what the hammer had looked like when it first came.

I suddenly remembered where the hammer had gone, and I searched around. When he finally saw the hammer curled up beside Wu Dalang, he didn't tremble, but said something in his mouth and didn't know which way he was begging for the blessing of the gods.

The grain troops were getting closer and closer, so close that we could finally see their silhouettes. We are even more nervous.

When they arrived at the entrance to the first-line valley, the front-line transport troops actually stopped.

It can be seen that the commander of this transport force is very cautious.

I was sweating to myself, and suddenly one of the sheep was too nervous. He accidentally pushed down a stone in front of him, and it was the trembling sheep.

I chuckled in my heart. It's over, it's exposed.

The rocks rolled down the valley top, and we held our breath, apparently spotted by the transport troops below.

The rocks clattered against the mountain wall and rolled all the way to the bottom of the valley.

The transport force immediately reacted, and we desperately pressed down.

I saw the frightened sheep and the shivering old fox, and nothing would happen.

Even the most perfect plan can be flawed, but sometimes such flaws are fatal.

The first-line valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was supposed to be an excellent place for ambushes, and the transport troops stopped at the entrance.

This commander is a battle-hardened talent. Originally, he suspected that the stone that was rolling down now was almost the target of the open flames.

"What to do? Now attack, right? "I tugged at the old fox.

The old fox no longer treats me as a god, and he is also anxious: "Go down and die!"

He's right. If we attack now, we rush down with our unarmed rabble, and the odds of victory are very low. Even if you win narrowly, you will inevitably pay a heavy price.

The transport commander was extremely cautious, and he looked at the top of the mountain for a long time. Then began to turn the carriage around, and they were going back.

The boiled duck flew, and I was anxious: "Let's rush, let's try it."

"Shut up!" The old fox shouted in a low voice that didn't give me face.

They turned around and left, and they went back to move the rescuers. They can only be reassured by sending a large force to escort them, and this group of transport troops does not want to take this risk.

"It's over, they're gone." I said dejectedly.

We looked at the scared sheep, and everyone looked at him angrily.

The old fox didn't say anything, he patted the frightened guy gently.

I'm ready to stand up, the unit we've pulled up is in danger of breaking up.

"Get down!" Just as I and the sheep around me were about to stand up, the old fox shouted eagerly.

So we immediately fell down again.

I crawled up to the old fox: "What are you doing?"

The old fox didn't speak, he pointed to the retreating transport troops.

We saw that the transport unit stopped on a hillside not far away, and several people stood on the hillside looking at us.

The hillside wasn't far from here, so it was dangerous, but thankfully I didn't get up just now. Otherwise, it will be discovered.

"They still want to come back?" I asked the old fox.

The old fox looked back at me: "Well, they are tempting, pass it on, don't move."

A few of the die-hard sheep around us immediately began to speak.

After a cup of tea, the transport finally began to move slowly. They came rushing at us again, and they thought the rocks they had just tumbled down on the top of the mountain for the wind or other natural causes.

I'm glad that they're going to be fooled after all.

The troops carrying the grain and grass came to the entrance again, and this time they did not stop. But they stretched the line very long.

The commander is smart. The longer they stretched the line, the less we could ambush them.

Seeing that the transport team in front had already passed through the exit of the first-line valley, the follow-up transportation slowly followed.

The opportunity has finally arrived.

The old fox shouted, "Attack!"

There are no drums of war, no arrows flying. We shouted and threw stones downward.

The rocks were scattered, and the bottom of the valley was immediately overturned. Many soldiers fell to the ground after being hit by stones.

We were throwing rocks from the top of the hill, and I could even feel the sound of the bones of the soldiers below shattering after being hit, and the battlefield was a living hell.

The part of the valley that had rushed out of front had already jumped out of our ambush, and they were urging the horses and horses to flee desperately.

A fifth of the transport troops fled. If it weren't for the opposing commander's cautious efforts to lengthen the transport line, this transport force would have been wiped out.

The horses tore the people and shouted, and there was already a mess below. The surviving soldiers took refuge in bunkers recessed under the cliffs to avoid the flying stones.

"Rush! Yes! ~" The old fox screamed and roared.

We were hideous, hoarse and roaring, we were like wild beasts.

The old fox stipulated before the war that the charge must be accompanied by a roar. Whoever roars the loudest and has the most hideous face will be rewarded.

When charging against each other, the fierce beast-like roar is to overwhelm the opponent in momentum, which will make the opponent timid.

The sheep instantly turned into wolves, and we roared and rushed down.

Who said that the rabble does not fight. If you don't want to starve, you have to fight with your life.

Although it was a baggage unit, it was clear that these people had been soaked in the battlefield. They reacted quickly and immediately organized a proper counterattack.

When we rushed down, they realized that we were just a bunch of ragged Hanako.

We took sticks against their spears and broadswords, and the two sides scuffled.

We have casualties, and they are several times more with them. Because the wooden stick cannot fight against the iron tool.

Both sides were red-eyed, although we had the upper hand in numbers. But the other side has weapons, and they are extremely fierce.

The important thing is that they know how to cooperate with tactics, and they are horns in twos and threes. It is not the same as the rabble that we are fighting for.

Although we surrounded them, we could not rush into the cooperative formation of the remaining dying enemy troops, and the battle was at a stalemate for a while.

"Ahh Suddenly, like a sheep, he rushed towards the enemy army with a wagon.

You have to admire the strength of the ancients, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were as powerful as oxen.

The horse-drawn transport, the sheep was stunned and rushed towards the enemy. I found out that the sheep was the guy who had rolled off the rock.

The enemy formation was immediately dispersed, and the sheep immediately rushed forward and drowned the enemy.

With blood and death, the remaining dozens of enemies threw away their baggage and began to run.

We won, and the sheep went through the baptism of the first war.

"Whew! ……”

The cries of victory resounded through the valley, and the monkeys had blood splattered on their faces. We looked at each other and giggled and we won.