Thanks to Allen's warning, the Night Elves did not take the upcoming battle lightly, and everything was being prepared in an orderly manner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now that the first batch of muskets has been produced, although it cannot reach the level of giving one to each warrior unit, no less than ten have been distributed, and combined with the made rattan armor, the Night Elf warriors have begun to train themselves after wearing them neatly.

From the perspective of modern people, this body is really ugly, but Alan comforted himself, this is not the point, the point is to be able to kill the enemy on the battlefield, and being able to come back alive is awesome equipment, as for aesthetics, think about it when you are idle and have nothing to do.

There are two remaining things to deal with.

One is the problem of troll captives, and the other is the problem of landmines.

Although Allen's torture was brutal, less than 10% of the troll captives were hung up because of this, and there were still 20 captives left, who were still being held by the Night Elves. Alan apparently didn't know that there was a profession among the trolls called the drummaker, a primitive instrument that was almost part of the culture of war, but unlike other races, the troll drummakers would choose to have people skin themselves to make drums for the gods as a sign of piety. Because of their strong regeneration ability, most of them survived the torture of skinning, but at least half of them went crazy in the process.

The Night Elves had no intention of treating their captives favorably, and Alan didn't, but it was a bit of a waste to put all of the trolls to death. Of course, it would be even more worth the loss to keep this group of completely useless guys to waste food in vain, especially after the start of the war, the Night Elves had to temporarily leave the camp to fight guerrillas, and at this time, should the trolls bring it or not?

With a drag on his feet, he may have to stab himself at a critical time, and if he doesn't bring it, it's the information provided to the other party in vain, after all, a lot of the Night Elves' preparations have passed through the eyes of the trolls, and the language of the two is similar, and what should be heard and shouldn't be heard is heard in their ears.

In the end, Alan came up with a poisonous plan to kill two birds with one stone.

He was going to give the trolls back, but he would have to charge some hefty price.

In Sniper, there is something called "fishing tactics", which is when you confirm that there are multiple enemies hiding behind cover, shoot first, deliberately do not kill that person, just incapacitate the other person, use his miserable howl to attract the attention of his companions, and if his companions can't bear to run out to save him at this time, they will shoot the guy in the head.

Alan also intends to use the same method to introduce the trolls into their pre-set minefield circle and then focus on them.

However, before he could act, he needed to convince the stubborn main forces that although Ayshara had full authority over military operations, he could feel the slight hostility of the young warriors to him without being reminded - even if they had to admit that muskets and armor were excellent inventions.

Alan didn't know if this was a type of tsundere, but he decided to take some time to transfer them before going to war. Teach it, save yourself from dropping the chain one by one at a critical time.

It's not hard to do this, just like muskets and rattan armor, and it's good for them to actually see the power of mines. Seeing the mass-produced mines, as well as the number of trolls, an idea gradually took shape in Alan's mind.

This time, he still didn't bring Mirune with him.

Instead, he had led a commando team against trolls in the past, and a group of trolls were on the road, along with Azhara and those warriors, who were invited by Alan to test the results.

"What's going on now?" Many of the warriors were confused, because no one had told them what they were doing, and some seemed to know that Jaree and Alan were quite close, so they approached him and asked him this.

"Hey, you guys just wait to see the show!"

Jare replied so flirtatiously, in fact, he himself did not receive any information in advance, like the others, after training today, when they returned to the camp, they were summoned by Azhara, although they vaguely felt that it was something related to landmines, but Jare did not say much.

Others were debating whether or not to execute the trolls, who had little to eat, and others thought they were going to give them a live target to try their muskets, and were rubbing the shiny barrel of their guns at their waists, drawing envy from the warriors who were not yet equipped with them.

For this reason, the team behind made a noise, deliberately amplifying the volume so that the team leader in front could hear it, to put it bluntly, it was actually urging Alan to hurry up and produce the second batch of muskets, so that they could be equipped as soon as possible.

This bunch of guys......

I look disdainful of the master, arrogant and arrogant to death, most of the soldiers who don't have muskets now are the ones who first pushed the musket to Allen, showing a "Lao Tzu is just as awesome as the musket you make" guy, now look at the people holding the musket in their hands to show off their might, I feel very uncomfortable, but I am embarrassed to beg him, and I can only be sour there.

Alan heard their voices as if they were beautiful, now he spent his energy on making mines, who has the kung fu to care about you, and the musket is made precisely, the barrel must be cut by him, otherwise even if Raven Keith is willing to agree to them, he can only make a bunch of pieces that can't shoot bullets.

"It seems that the things you make are quite popular." Azhara had a thorn in her compliment, which was due to the fact that she had recently been promoted to priesthood.

Alan couldn't hear that she was actually mocking herself for not doing her job, so she simply responded: "The priest has been busy recently, and wherever there are injuries, there is a priest, it is really Nightingale, who saves the wounded." ”

Although Ishshara didn't know who Nightingale was, she also heard the mockery in Alan's mouth, and her face couldn't help but blush, she had just recently obtained magic from the gods, and it wasn't to show off anything, but it was like you had a novelty that would always be brought out from time to time to play with it, even if it wasn't particularly necessary many times.

Just like Aisara, she personally ran over to heal the slightest injury, although she touched the wounded Night Elves, but in fact, everyone knew that the little injury could be directly healed by just getting some spring water from the Well of Eternity.

Aishara gave Alan a blank look with her beautiful eyes, and simply stopped talking.

Alan knows that this beautiful girl holds a grudge against herself again, obviously she is broad-minded to everyone else, and is known as the light of the light, but she always makes a little bit of a small temper towards herself, Alan thought to herself, if she knew that she was the god Alan she swore to worship for the rest of her life, I don't know what her expression would be.

After walking like this, Alan and the others came to the open space where they had tested the mines last time, and Jarley saw Fitz and Raven Kees, who had arrived first, and felt that the actual situation should be the same as the speculation in his heart.

However, Alan had already tested the power of the mine last time, so what was he going to test this time?

No one told him the answer, but Jare knew he just had to wait and see.

By this time, Eren had made everyone in his group stop at the edge of the clearing, and then asked him to bring the guards who were guarding the troll captives to untie the trolls.

Aishara looked at him suspiciously, but she still couldn't hide the curiosity in her heart, and couldn't help but speak: "What is this going to do?" ”

This is also the voice of the people.

Alan smiled slightly, did not reply, but turned to the trolls beside him: "I know what you are thinking, but I advise you not to be reckless, we can easily defeat you once, naturally we can do it a second time, a third time, maybe you feel that there is no hope in this body, but in fact, I can give you a chance to survive." ”

The trolls pricked up their ears, they had long compared the person in front of them who was constantly tormenting them to the devil, but now that the devil was saying that he would give them a chance to survive, they couldn't help but look at each other suspiciously, and the Night Elf warriors were also puzzled.

Fortunately, Allen's next sentence answered their doubts: "Next, these people will hold guns to your backs, and you have seen this kind of weapon ......"

Alan directly pulled out his matching gun and fired a shot at a poplar tree 5 meters away on the side, the gun rang out, and the tree fell.

The trolls suddenly showed a look of horror, Loa is on top, these terrible devils.

"I'll give you 5 seconds to escape, hey, hey, wait, don't run, I'm not done yet."

Alan snapped his fingers and tripped the troll as he carried the stone with his mage's hand, and he was immediately held down by the Night Elf guards behind him.

"Listen, there are 12 muskets here, and there are 12 of you, each musket can only be fired once, if you are lucky enough not to be hit, or not killed, you can escape from that forest, and I promise that there will be no more chasing after you, but if you can't escape, then you can only be like that poplar, the ghost under the gun. See what I mean? ”

The trolls nodded hesitantly, though the poplar tree that had broken from it made them swallow in a sore throat, but it was better to have a glimmer of life than to die at the torture of the devil, and though Azhara was still complaining about it, the warriors were already excited—especially the gun-wielding warriors, who had finally looked forward to the opportunity not to practice with dead targets.

"Alright, warriors, now you can draw your muskets, but give them five seconds to escape, understand?"

The warriors drew their muskets with a brush, and the envious gaze of the other companions shimmered with excitement.

"By the way, if you don't hit the time or in the end, give the gun to the people around you, I think they will be happy to use it instead of you, after all, the supplies are limited now, war is not a child's play, we must supply the limited guns to those who can bring victory to the Night Elves." Alan added so badly.

The eyes of the soldiers without guns who were envious, jealous and hated suddenly sharpened, and the soldiers with guns also licked their lips, looking like they were under a lot of pressure. It's not just one less gun, it's proven useless!

Be sure to hit.

"So, are you ready, the countdown is about to begin."

Without waiting for everyone to respond, Alan Wu said to the trolls to run, and then began to count the seconds slowly: "5, 4, 3......"

The gun-wielding warriors all held their breath and waited for the time to shoot, but except for the first one, none of the other Night Elf warriors fired their bullets.

There was a loud bang, and the earth shook.