The group hurriedly got on their horses and returned to Gudi Village the same way.

It was almost dusk, and the people who had been toiling all day in the cornfields were gathering around the fields to drink water and rest, pointing to the crater to the north, belching black smoke, as if they had not yet realized the gravity of the situation.

Nikolai grabbed the reins and gestured for Jossen to blow the rallying call. The militiamen, who were resting and chatting at the edge of the field, heard the sound of the trumpet, hurriedly gathered their weapons, jumped on horseback, and gathered in front of Nikolai in less than five minutes.

Nikolai briefly recounted the dangers that accompanied the revival of the volcano, showed the militiamen the carcasses of the fire bats that had just been hunted on the edge of the swamp, and announced that from now on the highest alert, the militia companies would be stationed in place to stop the fire bats from burning the farmland at all costs.

The young militiamen sprang into action, forming in small teams to spread their lines along the farmland, keeping a nervous eye on the movements around the Misty Swamp.

At this time, a group of members gathered around. They also heard that a monster was coming, and asked Nikolai what he could do to help, and some suggested harvesting corn overnight to try to avoid losses before the monster arrived.

Nikolai didn't think it was a good idea, so he told them to go home and wait for news, and if they really wanted to help, they would fetch a few more buckets of water and pile them up at the militia squad's station, which would be somewhat useful in the fight against fire bats.

At the same time, Peter approached Jossen and told him to return to the Vale Village immediately, go to the village office to find Malik to inform him of the invasion of the fire bats, and ask Malik to report the disaster to the authorities of Krasbourg and His Royal Highness the Prince as soon as possible with a magic guide and ask for help.

Jossen accepted this vital mission and immediately flew away. The rest of the militia stood at the edge of the field, and as the night wore on, the sporadic fires over the swamp grew brighter and brighter, like fireflies drifting towards the farmland.

At this time, the road leading to the entrance of the village came from the neighing of ploughing horses and the continuous sound of wheels, and the members of the valley village who had just returned home from work drove back with their horse-drawn carts, and the trailers were piled up with iron buckets, wooden basins and other containers, and the clanging sound of the wheels clattering with the bumps of the wheels.

Peter was confused by this scene, ran over to inquire only to learn that everyone could not worry about the safety of the farmland, went home and hurriedly picked up a few mouthfuls of food, and spontaneously rushed back to help the militia defend against the monsters. The containers on the carriage were intended to hold water, as Nikolai had said before - throwing water at the fire bats would extinguish the flames on them and greatly hinder their ability to fly.

These industrious and simple peasant men were not lacking in courage, but they were not professionally trained to set up a tight battle formation against fire bats like the militia, but they did not require great martial arts or well-trained tactics to pour water on the enemy.

"The villagers want to do their best to help the militia fight off the monsters and contribute even a meager strength to protect the countryside." Peter relayed the thoughts of the members to Nikolai and Bavra, and his heart was full of emotion.

Nikolai and Bafra were also impressed by the courage of the villagers to defend their homeland, and did not refuse their kindness. Under Nikolai's arrangement, the young and strong members of the Valley Commune were added to the various militia squads and became "the reserve of the reserves". Unless the situation deteriorated to the point of getting out of control, Nikolai did not want these men who had not received military training to participate in the battle, and only assigned them one task - to reserve as much cold water as possible.

There was a stream at the edge of the field, and the villagers ran back and forth from the edge of the field to the stream, and within an hour they lined up a strange line of buckets and even pots along the ridge, all filled with clean water.

During this period, several groups of reinforcements came to the "front line" in horse-drawn carriages, and there were even women and children, which made Nikolai both moved and unbearable, and the responsibility on his shoulders was a little heavier.

The members of the valley village who arrived one after another also brought their own equipment, and the wagons were loaded with all kinds of weapons, such as shovels, pickaxes, hoes, sickles, pitchforks, and so on. Of course, the peasant family does not prepare expensive armor, nor does they have any elite weapons, so they can only use farm tools to temporarily replenish their numbers.

Peter grabbed a long-handled steel fork from the trailer and waved it twice, feeling quite handy. The peasant boy who drove the car was about the same age as him, and every day he would go to the commune elementary school run by Peter, and he respectfully called Peter "teacher", telling Peter that it was a pitchfork, and that it was also very useful to deal with wild beasts such as hedgehogs, badgers, and rugs that stole corn when he "watched the green" at night, and that he would have meat to eat when he went down with a fork. Of course, pitchforks are not used when encountering large beasts such as wild boars or bears, but can only be used to strengthen their courage.

"Kyle, how many more can you find this kind of long-handled steel fork, I'm useful." Peter said thoughtfully.

Kyle, a peasant boy, grinned, "Teacher, every family has a pitchfork, and one or two hundred stalks are not a problem." ”

"Excellent! Get a few more children, tell them to send pitchforks to the militia positions, and replace the daggers and spears that the militia usually equips with, which are more effective against fire bats, and at least don't worry about burning your hands when attacking them. ”

Although Peter is young and his personality is not stable enough, after all, he is a dignified priest, a village cadre sent by the central government, and he is quite prestigious among the villagers, and he is especially respected as an idol by young people of the same age. His order was carried out immediately, and most of the spears and swords in the hands of the militiamen were replaced with steel forks. The long-handled weapon seems to have a wonderful psychological cue that can increase the self-confidence of the wielder, perhaps this is the psychological embodiment of "one inch long and one inch strong".

Then Peter found something interesting in a carriage. This is a relatively rare bundle of barbed wire in the Far Eastern countryside, and judging from the fine weaving process, it is mostly the skillful hand of a dwarf craftsman in the town of Big Rabbit's Nest.

"Kyle, what are these barbed wire for?"

"Last time my dad went to the big rabbit nest town to catch the market, a dwarf merchant said that pulling the barbed wire fence can stop foxes and wolverines, so my dad bought a bundle to fence the orchard, foxes and wolverines are indeed fewer, but unfortunately can't stop the monkeys......" Kyle smiled bitterly.

"Monkeys?" Bafra wagged her tail and walked over, "Peter, did you steal someone's fruit?" ”

"Kyle isn't talking about me, it's the wild monkeys in the mountains." Peter smiled and beckoned to Catwoman, "You're here just in time, do you see the two big trees over there?" The distance between the two trees is about eighteen feet, and I'm going to pull a barbed wire fence between the two trees, and you're here to help. ”

"You pulled the barbed wire, did you intend to use it to intercept the fire bats?" Bafra asked curiously.