However, Masrae's reconnaissance did not cause any incident, and after about a quarter of an hour, he was back with Diego.

"There are seven naga inside, two female mages, and five male warriors, and they seem to be collecting tribute. There are many types of tribute, but most of the most popular are land-based specialties, such as herbs and metal weapons, as well as various fabrics. Masrae whispered. In fact, the fishmen don't contribute many metal weapons, because they are not good at smelting and forging, and most of the metal weapons they hand over are obtained from looting passing caravans.

For a long time, the Naga have always used the fishmen as consumables. These fish-men have a very low status, guarding the night guards, cannon fodder during battle charges, slave laborers in mining and construction, and from time to time they have to hand over a variety of tributes, almost living in dire straits. But as Naga's vassals, the fishmen can't even resist the Naga's harsh exploitation. If they are defeated by the land race, they can escape to the sea, but once they offend the Naga, who are also amphibians, where can they hide?

The two men moved cautiously and slowly retreated behind the small hill.

"The previous news is a bit fallacious, this is not a medium-sized fish-man tribe, they have about three thousand people, which can already be regarded as a large tribe among fish-people! However, these cowards do not have the fighting spirit to fight to the death, nor do they have sophisticated weapons and equipment, so they are completely vulnerable! Diego said with a smile as he looked at the officers who greeted him.

"That's right, in our previous experience with the Fishmen, a human soldier can beat them three or four." Lieutenant Timonsi nodded in agreement.

"Huffman, you lead your brothers to attack from the east side of the village, and drive these fishmen out into the sea." Diego drew the terrain of the village on the ground and analyzed, "Be careful, it's a drive, I don't want to be so dazzling, I just need you to drive these fishmen away, don't let them get in the way of our plans." ”

"Understood! We will focus on those who show signs of gathering! Huffman said understandingly. In fact, the fish-men are notoriously bad at seeing the situation, and they will run away when they pull their legs, and if they want to fight an encirclement and annihilation war, the more than 100 storm whips are simply not enough.

"Lieutenant Timonsi, lead your team and follow me to attack the big house where the Nagas live, and we must destroy them as quickly as possible and try to catch more than three alive." Diego finally commanded.

They climbed over the mound and, under the cover of dense thatch, gradually approached the fish-man village.

……

It was finally noon, and the sun dispelled the thick fog characteristic of the wetlands, revealing a rare sunny day.

The fish people went back to their huts to escape the scorching sun, otherwise once the mucus on their bodies was dried, their skin would be dry and cracked, and in severe cases, they would even bleed and be in pain.

The entire fish-man tribe was silent, as if in a deep sleep. There were no guards, and no one was keeping watch, for no one had penetrated into the swamp to disturb the peace since the Bluecheeks had settled here.

But at that moment, a thunderous burst of gunfire broke the silence. It was as if the sky was suddenly fired, and the blazing flames bombarded the fish-man hut. With the explosion of the powder from the lava core, even though most of the roofs were made of damp seaweed, they inevitably burst into flames.

Awakened by the gunshots, the fishmen fled from their huts in panic and shouted in the clearing, completely unaware of what was happening. Before they could figure out what to do, a large group of human soldiers rushed out of the grass to the east of the village and struck them like wolves.

The fishmen stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the humans, not knowing what to do, but when twenty or thirty fishmen fell under the swords of these attackers, no matter how sluggish the fishmen were, they knew what to choose.

No one resisted, not even with the intention of doing so. Not knowing who started to pull his legs out of the way, Huffman felt as if he had heard a terrible scream, and then the originally dense fish-men in front of him swept away in the direction of the sea like the water at low tide, leaving only patches of trampled sand.

He raised the long sword in his hand and looked at the fishman in the distance in a daze, and for a while, he didn't know what to do. But he quickly remembered Diego's arrangements before the battle.

"Follow me!" He took the lead and rushed towards a fish-man hut in the distance, where the fish-man was not scattered, but was heading towards it under the command of a fish-man shaman.

Under a rain of spears—spears polished from fishbones that didn't cause him any trouble, not even his armor—Hefman burst into the mer-man.

When the first fish-man rushed to him, Huffman's sword pierced through its fanged mouth and into its brain. The slippery creature lunged forward, and Huffman stomped on its head—nearly slipping to the ground—slashing the other fish-man behind it. A fish-man stretched out his claws to grab the captain of the Storm Whip, but he stepped back with his severed hand.

The fish-man's bony spears and machetes clanged into his armor, causing him some luck to do some damage. But these were all mere inconspicuous nuisances, and they did not hinder his progress in the slightest. Behind him, more brothers rushed up, causing a lot of bloodshed.

Under their powerful onslaught, the group of fishmen collapsed unsurprisingly. They screamed and fled in the direction of the sea, and some of them even ran around like flies, but sent themselves under the sword of the humans.

Just as the Whip of the Storm was wreaking havoc, Diego and Masrae were making their way towards the most conspicuous of the mansions. When they were still more than forty or fifty meters away from the big house, a male Naga warrior swam out of the house and looked around.

The next moment, a blazing flame bomb whistled and lit him into a humanoid candle. But soon, a ball of water flew out of the house and extinguished the flames on him. This is no ordinary seawater, and ordinary water cannot extinguish the flames caused by the powder of the lava core.

Diego quickly swapped Death Gaze into a normal magazine, he didn't want to set the house on fire, he wanted a living mouth, not eight charred corpses.

"Masrae, break the pillar and get them out of it!" He shouted at the druid in front of him.

With a wild roar, a fierce bear appeared beneath the stilt house, its thick wooden pillars as fragile as toothpicks in front of it, and the sound of snapping was incessant.

The house shook for a moment, then slowly toppled to one side, and then the building, which was not very solid, let out an unbearable crumbling sound, and the whole thing fell apart.

Blades of grass flew, sawdust flew, and seven slender figures burst out of the rising smoke and dust.