The cold wind in the deserted mountains and wilderness is bleak, and the rugged river beach has become a rare road in the wilderness. The Black Forest is full of pristine landscapes, and human activity is confined to a few natural roads.

The river beach is also a frequent haunt of various monsters, and if it is necessary for humans to pass, they must gather a team of more than ten people to be safe. Otherwise, it will be eaten by monsters, and there will be no bones left.

Zhou Qingfeng rode on his bantam horse and once again felt two tingling sensations. He was willing to come down and walk, but the old dwarf's words dispelled this thought—nobles always like to be on top.

Aristocrats, very ridiculous words.

But the fools of Kuronuma Village eat this set. They are willing to be lowly, and they have a strict hierarchy in their minds, which cannot be surpassed. When they are in trouble, they look forward to the salvation of a noble superior.

Zhou Qingfeng perfectly played the role of the nobles in the minds of the foolish people - exquisite, handsome, heroic, tough, wise, and powerful.

It is unthinkable for a noble lord to walk with a fool.

Fortunately, the old dwarf provided a black wound ointment, and after applying it, the wound felt cool, and it was much more comfortable.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team from Heinuma Village and publicly stated that he would go out to rob in order to survive. The 'warriors' who accompanied him didn't care, and even took it for granted. In this cannibalistic world, you really can't get by without using force to rob.

This is also Zhou Qingfeng's own helpless choice, he has limited resources at hand, and it is not easy to get the Black Swamp Village, but the more than 300 people in the village are a powder keg that may explode at any time. If the limited supplies are exhausted, the status of the nobility will also lose its luster.

Now even the poor bantam is starving. Todd came out of Raven Village with some beans for fodder, and now he is running out of beans.

Looking back at the 'warriors' he recruited, Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to die headlong. Those guys weren't tall, they weren't strong, and they couldn't speak. Fortunately, they live in the Black Forest all year round, are obedient, patient, and possess basic combat skills.

Heading south from the Black Marsh Village, three or four kilometers through the river beach path, the 'warrior' in charge of the sentry came back and reported: "Master Hugo, we have reached the junction leading to the White Crow Village in front. There are no new rut marks on the road, and the goblins' baggage team should not have arrived yet. ”

Looking at the sky, although there is no sun, Zhou Qingfeng estimated that the time was around ten o'clock in the morning. According to the information provided by the little girl Sophia last night, the goblins of the Magru tribe are going to deliver two trebuchets to the front line today.

Judging from the current situation, Zhou Qingfeng has downgraded this 'war' provoked by goblins to a large-scale fight. Whether it's humans or goblins, both sides are constantly making mistakes, and it's all about competing to see who has the best organizational and command skills.

To put it bluntly, it's worse than that.

On the human side, fifteen villages have their own affairs and have grudges against each other. There are few people, and it is not possible to form a joint force. There were only one or two hundred people in each village, and some of them had defected to the goblins.

There are a huge number of goblins, and with the help of the Bane Church, they have been plotting behind the scenes for a long time. But after they started, they grinded, and the mobilized troops were far less than expected.

"And they're arrogant." Zhou Qingfeng rode a bantam horse to the intersection where the goblin baggage team must pass. There is not even a single sentry on such an important road, isn't this clearly waiting to be messed up and destroyed by the opponent?

Even with Uncle Zhou's poor military knowledge, he knows that patrols must be arranged on the communication line. It's like back then, when little Japan built artillery towers every kilometer on the railway line. Otherwise, the back road will be cut off, how will this battle be fought?

Hungry?

"Go into the woods, rest where you are, and don't wander around. Come to two sentinels, and go in the two directions of Stucco Village and White Crow Village respectively. Remember, you have to figure out the condition of the fine. ”

Zhou Qingfeng took out two silver coins from his pocket, and after thinking about it for a long time, he flicked them to the servants who came with the old dwarf. The two servants smiled happily, took the silver coins, and set out on their way. The other villagers, the 'warriors', had craned their necks to make the money, but were disappointed.

It's not that Zhou Qingfeng is eccentric, but I'm really afraid that these idiots will be lazy.

There was a problem with the army in the Middle Ages, and the lords brought their serfs with them when they went to war. Serfs must be watched by officers when they go to war, and once they are out of the officer's sight, they will inevitably hide and be lazy. Not to mention that the task was not completed, it was extremely delayed.

Therefore, it was difficult for the ancient army to carry out any complex tactical maneuvers, and it could only be in the form of a phalanx on the battlefield. And these wastes under Zhou Qingfeng's hands are only more garbage than serfs, just a group of talking animals.

If material incentives are not given, the villagers' 'warriors' are reluctant to move. gave money, but I was afraid that they would find a place to hide and report that they were 'safe and sound'. If the enemy doesn't react when he kills him, Uncle Zhou will be dumbfounded.

In this battle, Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to pull the old dwarf into the team, and also brought a few servants of the latter. These servants are suppressed by the old dwarfs, and they should be more reliable than the temporary recruitment of villager 'warriors'.

I hope so.....

The subordinates are not strong, and Zhou Qingfeng also has a headache. Now he can only lead people to hide in the woods next to the intersection and wait.

The old dwarf Borg rode a wild boar and followed Zhou Qingfeng into battle. It was observing Zhou Qingfeng all the way, watching him give orders, organize teams, and assign manpower until he was hidden at the intersection.

It was not impossible to enter the woods to repair, Zhou Qingfeng checked the equipment of his men one by one to ensure that the weapons in everyone's hands could come in handy. Overall, with his constant yelling and pumping, everything went well.

In this ambush, everyone was armed with light crossbows. As long as the enemy's baggage team is not too strong and exaggerated, Zhou Qingfeng will command his subordinates to take turns to shoot several waves of crossbow arrows with poison before speaking. Keep the person who shoots the opponent on his back.

"Victor. Hugo, I really believe you are a nobleman now. The old dwarf leaned in and said.

The villagers' 'warriors' who were resting in the woods also pricked up their ears to listen to the gossip.

"What?" Uncle Zhou is worried. He had fifteen pigs under him.

No, it's an insult to pigs.

"I said that you are really a nobleman, and you are also a noble family and a very powerful kind." The old dwarf had an expression of 'I've seen you through', "You said you had dragon bloodline before, but I didn't really believe it. But now......

Your knowledge and ability are by no means cultivated by ordinary families, only the kind of family with an extremely long history, even the royal family, will teach the children of their own clan how to command, how to lead troops, and how to fight?

Although it was only a short march, the number was not large. But you set up sentry agents, restrained the soldiers, attached importance to reconnaissance, and boosted morale, and your performance along the way was perfect. ”

The old dwarf nodded seriously after speaking, and almost gave a thumbs up to give a compliment.

The other villagers' 'warriors' also nodded, although they didn't understand very well, but they felt that their own boss was very powerful, and he was worthy of being the man who dominated the entire Black Swamp Village.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "I am the socialist successor who received nine-year compulsory education, am I proud?" It's not that I'm too good, it's obviously you who are too scum, okay? ”