Adams, on the other hand, plunged headlong into the snow, not moving. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey?!" Seeing Adams like this, Wilmot felt a little furious in his heart, and he dropped the axe in his hand and walked over.

"Hey." Wilmot kicked him, who was unresponsive.

Soldiers who heard the movement began to surround him, and Wilmot hurriedly crouched down to hug him.

"Hey! Brothers! How are you?! Wilmot shook him. Adams remained with his eyes closed, unresponsive.

"I'm going to call the priest!" A recruit turned and ran out of the territory.

"Let's put him in camp first." The recruits around him suggested, "Maybe he'll feel better?" ”

Wilmot heeded the recruit's advice, and he was about to pick up Adams, only to find the latter looking at him with a smile on his face.

Before he could react, a large handful of snow rushed towards him, making him look smudged.

"Haha, that's the price of making fun of me!" Adams jumped out of his arms and laughed at Wilmot, whose face was covered in snow.

The surrounding recruits looked at the two non-commissioned officers helplessly.

Wilmot pulled the snow off his face with his hand and looked at him with a serious expression.

"Brother, you know. It's not funny! Wilmot said solemnly, "Do you know how anxious we are when we see you lying motionless on the ground?" ”

"Okay, okay, just kidding." Adams spread his hands, "Don't you think it's hard for us to work like this?" I'm just kidding to liven up the atmosphere. ”

Before Wilmot could reply, a soldier who was climbing on the top of a tree shouted from above.

"Hey! There are enemies! Grab your weapons and shields! The gnolls are coming! ”

Now the soldiers exploded, and the recruits came to the tree in a panic to get their shields and one-handed swords.

Adams immediately stooped down to pick up his shield and one-handed sword, and rushed in the direction commanded by the lookout soldiers, and behind him, Wilmot and the recruits followed.

"Quick! Lined up! Fast! ”

Dozens of gnolls scattered in front of them rushed forward, howling like wild dogs, wielding sticks or bones in their hands, and rushed from the forest to the logging soldiers on this side.

Wilmot hurriedly commanded the soldiers to line up, and there were only a few dozen recruits here.

Wing B is the unit responsible for guarding, but because the Iva farm is relatively large, there are too many targets that need to be guarded. Even if the B Wing is divided into squadrons, it does not cover all areas.

So Major Paul, the co-commander of the A wing, slapped his head and told the soldiers to take off their armor and go to the logging with their one-handed sword and half-length heraldic shield. In this way, even if an enemy comes, you will be able to fight hard.

And this decision is obviously the right one.

Soon, dozens of recruits lined up in a neat horizontal formation, with their shields to their chests, and one-handed swords in their right hands waiting for the gnolls to attack.

Adams and Wilmot stood in the middle of the line, watching the charging gnolls in anticipation.

"These robbers are no match for us! Even if we weren't wearing armor, they wouldn't have attacked us! Look at what weapons they have in their hands! Adams encouraged the morale of the recruits.

These gnolls and the Tirisfal glades, the gnolls who are armed by the Scourge are far behind. The decent weapons in their hands are those wooden hammers, and many of them have a thigh bone in their hands. They were dressed in a variety of clothes, many of them in the skirts of human women.

"Now! Advance! Let them see the courage of our crusaders! Wilmot shouted, then tapped his shield with his one-handed sword, making a clinking sound that terrorized the gnolls.

"Retreat! Withdraw! Withdraw! The recruits followed the example of Captain Wilmot, tapping their shields and shouting loudly.

The neat sound of the shield striking and the neat word 'retreat' constantly shook the gnolls' minds, and they hesitated a little.

With their limited brain capacity, they can also see that the group of humans in front of them are not ordinary humans that they can drag away and eat casually.

Due to the heavy snow coming a month faster than usual, and the fact that these gnolls have been breeding for a year this year, the number greatly exceeds all the numbers of the same period, and there is no food for them to eat in the woodland. The gnolls, who were supposed to wait in the camp for the winter, had to get out of their camp and look for the surviving humans, the hunting wolves, the solitary brown bears, and all the creatures that could be put on their diets.

And these gnolls in front of them, they are also hungry, and it just so happens that their camp is still around the crusaders. So all their strong gnolls poured out of their nests, leaving only the old and sick in their camp.

They wanted to capture the loggers so that they could live comfortably in the cold winter, but unfortunately, they chose the wrong target.

"Attack! Follow me! Wilmot tapped his shield and directed the soldiers forward.

The line of recruits began to move forward slowly, and the gnolls were even more puzzled. With their brain capacity, they really can't understand why the human beings, who were previously fragile and would collapse as soon as they rushed out, would face them head-on? Aren't they their own food?

Despite this doubt, hunger prompted the gnolls to rush forward, and the sharp swords of the recruits greeted them.

"Kill!"

"Phew!"

"Haha, mongrel! Come on! ”

In the suppressed insults, the sound of weapons penetrating flesh and blood, the jackal man who rushed over opposite the recruit fell half in an instant.

Some of them had their necks cut off by the recruits, and blood gushed to the ground. Some had their arms or claws cut off, and their mouths were screaming miserably. Some were cut off at the waist and crawled on the ground, crawling in the opposite direction, screaming miserably.

The gnolls who did not fall swung and slashed at the soldiers with their weapons, and the recruits used their half-length coat of arms shields to block.

The half-length heraldic shield is half a meter long, the top is almost forty centimeters wide, the top is wide and the bottom is narrow, triangular in shape, and the shield is made of steel. It is used to resist the attacks of the jackals, and it really doesn't have much pressure.

"Push forward! Stay in formation! Don't be in a hurry! Wilmot shouted, leading his soldiers to press over together.

The gnolls who were originally sparsely charging came to their senses in an instant, and most of the gnolls turned around and fled directly in the direction they came. Some of the brave ones continued to rush towards the front line of the soldiers, and the results were obvious.

The gnoll-launched raid was soon over.

These rabble simply have no combat power, and after the death of those brave gnolls, the remaining cowardly gnolls run away without a trace.

In this woodland, there were more than a dozen corpses of gnolls, and some were howling without death.

"That's it! It's time to stop! Wilmot struggled to calm his agitated heart, and he took a deep breath as he looked at Adams beside him, who turned to look at him in blood.

Looking at the results of this short battle, the two looked at each other and laughed.

They defended successfully this time around, with not a single recruit injured. On the contrary, a dozen gnolls were killed and several were seriously injured.

"No new recruits who attacked the gnolls stepped forward!" Adams said as he looked at the gnolls on the ground who were not yet dead.

Several recruits stepped forward one after another, and they looked at Adams with some timidity.

"Go! See the gnolls on the ground who aren't dead yet? Adams pointed to the badly wounded gnolls and continued, "Pick a target for each person!" Go and end their lives! ”

The recruits walked over tremblingly, and when they were fighting just now, they deliberately stood a little back.

So, they didn't run into the gnolls.

Once many recruits attack the enemy and kill those bandits, they will pass this heart, and they will not be so nervous when they fight in the future, and over time they will become as tough as veterans.

The gnolls who were lying on the ground began to struggle even more when they saw the soldiers coming.

A recruit walked up, he trembled and aimed at the gnolls on the ground, who was only half on his body, and slashed at the neck of the jackal with the one-handed sword in his hand, the arteries and blood vessels ruptured, and the blood was squeezed out instantly.

He touched the blood on his face with his hand in a little confusion, and a thick fishy smell stimulated him, and his heart suddenly became a little nervous.

A suppressed impulse seemed to awaken for a while.

The recruit gradually became fanatical, and the gnolls on the ground were still dying, and he stepped on the gnoll's tumbling body with one foot, and stabbed the sword in his hand into his body again.

Once, twice, three times, the recruit vented his inner turmoil.

Wilmot couldn't stand it, he was going to step forward and grab the recruit, after all, the gnoll was dead.

Adams grabbed him, who looked at him quizzically.

"Let him vent, this feeling of trampling the former enemy under his feet is an opportunity for the little timid soldiers, for them to overcome their inner fears. At the end of this time, he will grow up and become a qualified soldier. ”

In a short time, all the gnolls that did not die were killed, and blood was everywhere, but the faces of the recruits were no longer as timid.

"Ziegler. Pastor Graham is here! A voice came from behind.

Wilmot and Adams hurriedly turned their heads to look.

The bald middle-aged priest of the Fifth Legion, led by a new recruit, quickly rushed over.

"How? Do you have casualties here? Reverend Graham asked, looking at the soldiers in front of him.

"Doesn't seem to be—" Adams checked the recruits one by one, making sure they weren't hurt.

"Whew! That's good. Reverend Graham let out a sigh of relief, and after a moment's relaxation, he continued, "Today, our army is under attack by gnolls from all sides. These gnolls have come out of all over the place, attacking us in droves, and we pastors are busy today. ”

"These robbers are vulnerable." Adams said with a smile.

"Alright, I'll go to the next place. Some of the recruits may need my help. Pastor Ziegler Graham was just about to leave when he paused and said, "There are so many gnolls here that the B Wing can't take care of you anymore." If too many gnolls are attacking you, I suggest you retreat appropriately. Goodbye, and may the Light be with you! ”