It's not that there are many rats in the Rat Village, but that when the village was built, it was found that there were many rampaging animals here. Raging wolves, rampaging bears, and even bats have berserk species. These animals are huge, hot-tempered, ferocious, and aggressive, and cannot be domesticated.

The villagers here are savages, and it took years of fighting with the rampaging animals to gain a foothold. They have more or less inherited the character of their ancestors who were not afraid of death, and they are the most alternative barbarians in the Black Forest.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team to set off, and the first target of attack was this hard bone. Because this is a traffic intersection for multiple villages, blocking it is equivalent to sealing the connection between the Bann Church and several other betrayed villages.

At this moment, on the fence of the Rat Village, the village leader, Schroeder, was slapping his chest with both fists and howling loudly. He was also crowded with a dozen savage-like brutes, bald and tattooed, wearing animal skins, carrying heavy weapons such as battle axes, and yelling.

This cry spread far and wide, and it could be heard hundreds of meters away as the wind blew, with a full majestic atmosphere and fearless momentum. It's as if you can scare your enemies away with this move.

Just on the same wall, McCann, the thief who entered the village early in the morning, looked disdainful. Tall and thin, he looked very slender among a group of brutes, and he also received a lot of contemptuous glances. The men of the Rat Village looked down on him as a thief and felt that he had no seeds.

"McCann, you were scared out of this bunch of debris?" The Schroeder leader leaned against the battlements of the wall, turned back and laughed loudly. His shiny face was painted with several white tattoos, each representing the powerful enemy he had killed.

This guy's whole face is almost painted, and it's intimidating.

Three hundred meters outside the village wall, several 'coalition' guards on horseback were running back and forth, confirming that the roads outside the village were safe and that there was no ambush. Later, a craftsman with a dozen unarmed villagers came to survey and determine where the trebuchet would be arranged.

Just these people, there is really no deterrent.

It's a far cry from the 'army' McCann described.

Schroeder's laughter provoked louder taunts from his subordinates, who were mostly barbarians in the village, and who despised thieves as 'politically correct'.

McCann was angry and reminded again, "You'd better be careful, at least for two days." The attack on the Crow Village side is not going well, and the support that the Mord Village side can give may be late. ”

"Support from the Stucco Village?" Schroeder waved his hand and said disdainfully, "I don't need any support, and I won't let any outsiders enter my village." As long as I'm here, no one will be able to take the Rat Village, because we're the strongest. ”

The barbarians on the wall cheered as they waved their weapons one by one.

McCann really wanted to turn around and leave, and leave these stubborn-headed brutes to die. But now he could only continue patiently: "I repeat, those guys outside are not easy to deal with. Their leader is special. ”

These words made Schroeder even more disdainful. He pursed his lips, deliberately lowered his voice, turned his head and said to the cronies beside him: "The people in Bane's church don't seem to be very good, he was actually scared by a team led by a rookie and wanted to pee his pants." ”

Hahaha...... burst into laughter.

McCann was really angry at this time, and he scolded hatefully: "That kid named Victor is by no means a rookie, he has robbed a convoy of churches, got two trebuchets, and tricked at least hundreds of untouchables into following.

Somehow, he managed to go to Iron Furnace Village and unite the people of several other villages. Our lord even sent an oracle specifically for him, demanding that he must be killed.

I ran to assassinate him last night, only to be spotted before I could get close. That kid's perception is very high, and his speed is very fast, but his actual combat experience is a little worse. So you'd better have a little brains and don't underestimate the enemy. ”

McCann shouted as hard as he could, but only a few arrogant sneers were heard. He was almost crazy about it, but Schroeder and the others suddenly stared at the road outside the wall - a 'huge' team appeared.

More than two hundred armed men, among which there are more than fifty official adventurers, warriors, rangers, druids, wizard apprentices, all kinds of professions. The rest were their battle scores, all fully armored and with high morale.

In the middle of the team, Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded forward like stars holding the moon. As the mascot of this operation, he gave orders according to the resolution that had already been discussed.

"Luke, take your people to the left flank of Tyrant Village, and go out two miles to investigate. Nar, you are in charge of the right flank, keeping an eye on the enemy's reinforcements. I don't want other teams to pop up in today's battle. ”

"Antai, you take someone to set up the horses. If the idiots of Storm Rat Village dare to come out and fight us, you must withstand their first attack. ”

"Lord Tambos, please let your pet fly into the sky to show us the enemy's movements, we must control everything."

"Wilson, prepare to pile up the horse wall and place the trebuchet, and you will be able to break down the enemy's defenses later."

"Old Borg, set up your camp for wounded soldiers. Rubio, let the logistics people boil the water, although I hope to take the Tyrant Village in one day, but also be prepared to camp in the wild. ”

"The others rest with me and take turns eating something."

As orders were given, the attack procession of about 400 men moved from marching to combat.

Zhou Qingfeng was quite nervous in his heart, and he still found all kinds of shortcomings of his 'keyboard military strategist' in the details. Teams without tacit understanding are chaotic and vulnerable.

At this time, as long as the people of Violent Rat Village dared to rush out, they would definitely deal a heavy blow to Zhou Qingfeng at a certain price - let him have his life in the examination room, but he would not be able to summarize after the battle.

But all the barbarians in the village were indifferent.

McCann's nervous eyes straightened at the wall, and it seemed to him that the team on the opposite side was obviously full of rabble, but it was neat and organized. They cooperated with each other in their busyness, and they were a hundred times stronger than the goblin troops he had seen before.

Those goblins will only run around in a swarm of 'Oak Oak', and once they run away, they will not be able to retract back. As for the armament of each human village, it can only carry out the cooperation of a small detachment of a dozen people, and the actions of three or four hundred people cannot be done at all.

Schroeder, who was still laughing just now, was also a little stunned, and the barbarian only had personal bravery in his head. His usual combat is to take the lead in the charge, and go directly to the opponent's leader to fight hard.

If it was a duel of hundreds of people, Schroeder would have a headache just thinking about it. He would probably not be able to find his attendant soon. And the armed squires will not hear Schroeder's orders - a battle will quickly turn into a pot of porridge.

"Chief, shall we rush out and kill a wave?" A subordinate asked.

"Stupid, don't you see that there are more crumbs than us?"

Schroeder scolded angrily, and he also paid special attention to Luke and Nal, who led the team to outflank him, "If we go out, we will definitely be surrounded." So we're not going anywhere, waiting for the crumbs to come up and die. ”

"But ......" still has a vague sense of uneasiness among his subordinates, "the enemy has trebuchets. The heavy crossbows on our walls can't reach them. ”

"Don't worry, the trebuchet is on the right head and won't hit us. Our village is strong enough to hide behind a wall. Schroeder patted the wall of his village, still very confident.

Outside the wall, Wilson was shouting to a trebuchet-gunner, "Be careful, park that car for me." The cans in the car were terrible stuff made by old Borg. If we hit the ground, we'll be miserable. ”