The fog in the early morning is not thick, but it is enough to cover the world with a white veil and hide the beautiful mountain scenery. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A rumbling sound came from far and near, and it was rapidly approaching.

It didn't take long for a team of centaurs to break through the vague fog and break into our field of vision.

The tall horses were whirring and panting, their manes fluttering in the air as they undulated.

Riding on them were a group of heavily armed men, iron boots clanging on the stirrups. It's like a signal for people to pass by.

The leader was much simpler than the heavily armed knights behind him. Light leather armor was attached to the body, and there was no bulky helmet or heavy iron armor. The elongated, one-handed sword hangs over the horse's back.

Surprisingly, this man had silver hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face, and he looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old.

The silver-haired old man pulled the reins and stopped quickly. As soon as the silver-haired old man stopped, the knights behind him followed and stopped behind the old man.

"Jackman, where is that village you are talking about?" The old man asked, looking around.

As the old man's voice fell, a knight quickly ran out of the crowd and reported, "Sir Edelman, it's coming, I estimate that it will be two or three hours away." Blame the damn fog, or we'd be able to go a little faster! ”

The old man glanced at Jackman, who was complaining, from the corner of his eye, and Jackman immediately closed his mouth and stood aside tremblingly, not daring to say a word.

"This time, you put the young master in danger, it is an unforgivable crime, and you also escaped from the battle, and after you rescue the young master, you know what will happen to you!"

"Your Excellency, I have done my best, it is really those Aesis people who are too despicable, they attacked us unprepared, two guards were killed on the spot, if you don't escape from their encirclement and come out to report the news, I am afraid that not only will you not be able to save Young Master Iverson, but in the future, Young Master Iverson will be used by those hateful Aisis!"

Of course, Jackman did not dare to say that they were defeated by a group of lowly peasants, so he could only cover himself up in the name of Esis.

"Enough!" Edman interrupted Jackman's wail, looked at him with disgust, and said, "Anyway, I will tell the Earl when this matter is over, and everything is up to the Earl." ”

"Yes, yes! Listen to the adults! Listen to the adults! ”

"Humph!" Edman snorted coldly, no longer spending more effort on Jackman's body, turned his head to the soldiers behind him and ordered, "Keep moving, stay vigilant, and beware of enemy sneak attacks!" ”

"Yes!"

At the same time, Irelia's village is in full swing.

The outskirts of the village had been abandoned by Will, and most of the people had been sent by him to the small square in the center of the village.

The area of this square is only about three or four hundred square meters, and it is already surrounded by all kinds of barricades, including tables, chairs, and all kinds of wood. These barriers encircled the square, revealing only one entrance to the interior of the square.

Like many small towns and villages, there is a well in the center of the square, and it is this well that provides the village with water for daily life. Otherwise, the villagers would have to walk three or four miles to the place where Irelia used to herd her sheep and fetch water from the nameless stream.

Around the square, there are also many villagers digging in the dirt, as if they want to learn from the city castle, which is about 4-5 meters deep and 5-6 meters wide, and the bottom is covered with spikes. But how much can these twenty or thirty women dig up in these few short hours?

The villagers were silently doing their tasks, and no one was chatting with each other. Because their nerves have collapsed tightly, even if they add a little more pressure, they will collapse immediately.

Although Will's words were indeed encouraging, these peasants, who had only known how to keep their heads down and cultivate the land all their lives, did not know how to confront the aristocracy. For this reason, Sauron's first idea for Will was to keep everyone busy.

Only by being busy can they forget other distractions, and only by making them feel that they are carefully preparing can they give them the illusion that they can successfully resist the nobles by relying on the traps they have made.

This group of poor peasants had no idea what they were doing, and what was seen as a last safeguard was nothing more than a child in the eyes of the aristocratic army.

"So, what's your real plan?" Will asked with a solemn look at Sauron.

"Relying on a lot of manual labor to temporarily suppress the fears of the villagers is the first step. But this is only temporary, once they see the cruelty of the battle, they simply cannot restrain the invasion of their inner fear. Sauron smiled slightly with some sarcasm. The second step is to prevent these frightened people from escaping! Only by blocking their back roads can they inspire their final madness. ”

Sauron's faint words were cold to Will's ears, this is to drive everyone to a dead end. Blocking the back road for the villagers to escape, and not giving them any hope of surrendering, the only way to survive is to fight to the death. It is conceivable that when fighting in the future, how many villagers will exchange their lives for that glimmer of life.

Not only did he remember that it was after Sauron blocked all their back roads that he forced himself and the villagers to stand with him and advance and retreat together. Was it all his plan? Could it be that he is just using us as his shield? Will thought in disbelief.

Suppressing the suspicion in his heart, Will continued to ask, "And then?" What do we rely on to counterattack? ”

Sauron glanced at Will, then pointed to the houses that surrounded the plaza and said, "This is the key to the final counterattack. ”

Will followed Sauron's fingertips and saw that the square was surrounded by many houses. This is the center of the village, so the houses are also the most dense. Between these houses, there are paths two or three meters wide, a distance that can only be passed by two knights at the same time.

The sun rises and the early summer monsoon, although not very strong, is enough to blow away the morning mist.

On the green land, a quaint and simple village is thus exposed to everyone's sight.

"Jackman, is this the village?" (To be continued.) )