The Nasser knight came for a long time, connected with Zhou Qingfeng, and threw a conjecture to him. The conjecture was so heavy that the Butch family in Banshee Castle seemed insignificant in comparison.

The old knights came and went, and the dozen or so horsemen did not stay long. Zhou Qingfeng frowned, he turned to hide in the wilderness between the villages and secret camps, not knowing what to do.

However, Viscount Tarlac, who had just been sent to act as a hammer, led a team to quickly maneuver around Dense Fog Town with a force of more than fifty horsemen and horses to search for the hidden forces of Coldwind City.

When Knight Nasser came into contact with Zhou Qingfeng, the tall viscount was leading a group along a narrow country road into a ransacked village.

"That's what Lord Abeta did?"

There was no one in the village, and twenty or thirty tattered corpses were lying inside and out. The corpses were often stabbed more than a dozen times, both old and weak, and even children of a few years old were not spared.

It's summer and it's hot. The body was not buried for three or four days, and it began to stink.

The smell of corpses is so disgusting that none of the old men led by Tarak want to clean it up, let alone live in it. They had no choice but to set a fire to the village and destroy it completely.

A wizard unleashed a magic pet and scouted around. There are also accompanying prophetic wizards who gather military intelligence through the power of magic. Before dark, Viscount Tarak found a huddled group of hundreds in another village.

Leading the way were two Lords, Hult and Kane, who acted as anvils for an armed march around the town of Fog. But just yesterday, like Lord Abetta, they were caught in traps and ambushes.

Roads in the countryside are limited, so as long as you guard a few key hills as lookout points, and have telescopes that can observe a range of several kilometers, you can guess where these Banshee Castle teams are going to pass and where to camp without the arcane of prophecy.

The 'Freedom Crossbows' produced by Coldwind City are extremely simple, and the production is getting higher and higher, and it can transport 500 to 1,000 to the front line every day. It's rudimentary, but it comes with its own excitation storage.

It can be placed casually on the side of the road, in the grass, in the corner of a wall, behind a door, or even on a branch. As long as a grass stalk, a pedal, and a twig, it is easy to set up a trap.

Adrian's hunting party of more than a dozen people served as the backbone, each taking a dozen 'freedom fighters' out of the house. They brought a jug of water, a few loaves of bread, and straw sandals, and the wilderness and mountains were battlefields.

In this way, it became difficult for the aristocratic army to go to the countryside.

The goal of the team of several hundred people is too big, and when you walk on the road, you will encounter traps, and if you don't take the road, you will still encounter traps. When you enter the village, you can't grab food, and there is no guide to find your target.

Camping at night is almost certain to be disturbed.

Abetta's head was too iron, and she continued to advance when attacked on the way, only to be burned in the night. The two teams, Hult and Kane, were originally cooperating with Abetta, but they realized that the situation was not right and quickly contracted.

However, the two of them lost their own retreat without informing Abeta, allowing their team to continue to advance to attract firepower and facilitate their escape.

Fleeing is an escape, and both lords have poor faces, as if they have not rested for days and nights. Their subordinates were also starving, and many of them were not well clothed and had lost a lot of equipment.

Before, if you want to say that the noble team can become beggars, Viscount Tarak didn't believe it if he was killed. But today he opened his eyes and saw the world.

The villages in the wilderness are small, too cramped and without houses to camp.

The two lords' teams combined were a thousand people, and they could only gather in one group in the east and one in the west. They were unclean, their clothes were covered with mud, as if they had been living in the slums for several years.

As for the morale of the team, it is even lower than the lower limit, and if it is low, it will become a negative number.

The low-level soldiers were listless, so they caught lice with each other in the haystack. The aristocratic officers who led the army were terrified, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

His Excellency the Viscount entered the village after revealing his identity, and saw two listless lords who hated to beat each other to death. He waved his horsewhip and scolded, "What are you doing here? Even if you don't fight, you can go back to Fog Town. ”

The two lords lost their temper and said dejectedly, "We're retreating to Fog Town, aren't we still halfway there?" ”

"Can't you go faster?"

"Not soon." Lord Hult shook his head, "We must clear the traps in the road, or we will die." ”

Lord Kane held a 'Freedom Crossbow' that he had picked up, and cursed hatefully, "The road is full of this thing, and it will be triggered if you are not careful."

The untouchables who set it up were also very cunning. They'll get two triggers, three triggers, and even a front touch.

This is definitely someone teaching them, definitely the people of Coldwind City instigating them behind their backs. Victor. Hugo was so despicable, how could he come up with such a trick without honor? ”

The two lords talked about the cylindrical 'Freedom Crossbow', hating and furious, but helpless. In just a day or two, they'd had enough of this rotten thing, and they wanted to smash it when they saw it.

Trained 'freedom fighters' use their brains to play mind games. The different triggers are too frightening.

At first, the aristocratic army felt that the road they swept was safe. The device can be triggered multiple times to let go of the first, the second, and attack the third.

As for the 'front touch and back hair', it can disgust people to death. As a result, it is not safe for the marching team to hide from a distance, and they must protect themselves with shields.

There is also a special thing to dig pits to bury crossbow arrows, and even more so to pit civilian soldiers who only wear straw sandals.

As long as the soles of the feet are poked, no matter whether the crossbow bolts are poisonous or not, there is no one to take care of the wounded soldiers, and a life is basically accounted for.

In this case, the team can only advance at turtle speed. After all, no one wants to die.

Lord Hult threw the 'Freedom Crossbow' and scolded, "This is a wooden cylinder with a reed in it. Even if we take this thing, it's useless, but it can kill us. ”

Lord Kane pointed out of the village, "It's all the good work of that idiot Abeta, who drove those untouchables to the brink of extinction. We relied on the wizards to find a way, and we also caught a few untouchables who set traps.

But as soon as the untouchables were caught, they took poison and committed suicide. We can't ask anything unless we find a necromancer to torture the soul. ”

The two lords had accumulated bitterness in the past two days, and when they encountered Viscount Tarlac's inquiry, they poured it out like the object of confiding.

The dignified viscount was confused by the complaints of these two. He hadn't experienced the hardships of being able to move an inch, and he didn't understand how the nobles of the Northland could be so weak? Courage and appearance were thrown into the mud by the other party and trampled thousands of times.

Baron Bishop was still thinking about the 'hammer and anvil' in Fog Town, and now the anvil didn't play any role, and he was completely incapacitated by a group of invisible enemies.

"No, it can't be like this, you have to cheer up." Viscount Tarlac could not accept his own decline. It's a shame to be beaten by a bunch of untouchables.

Hult and Kane rolled their eyes, and the two said something more serious.

"We can't get food. Today the horses will run out of concentrate to eat, and the infantry will only be half-full. If you don't rush back to Fog Town tomorrow, the knights will be hungry.

It's not that we don't want to fight hard, but where is the enemy? It's too passive to go on like this. ”

Viscount Tarlac frowned, and unconsciously touched an obsidian statue hanging from his neckline. He turned his head to look at the wizards following behind him, "Where do we have to find the enemy leader?" ”

(The hairy girl continues to beg for food online!) ）