Zhou Qingfeng's audacity is indeed beyond imagination. As long as there are some bonds, he will do something unexpected. For example, after attacking Bishop's supply convoy, he didn't go far at all.

When Exxon arrived at the village near Shitan Town with more than a hundred noble knights, Zhou Qingfeng was on the hillside less than a kilometer away, holding a Type 62 telescope and staring at him.

The relative height of the hillside is only fifty or sixty meters, but it is the commanding height within a few kilometers of the surrounding area. After completing the attack yesterday, more than 40 people led by Zhou Qingfeng rested in the village behind the hillside.

The village was very small, with only fifty or sixty thatched huts and one or two hundred inhabitants. Most of them are wilderness people who gather here and make a living from simple farming.

There were no iron tools in the village, not even a few pots. Most of the farm implements were made of wood, and there were no livestock.

Zhou Qingfeng trapped all the villagers in their own houses, and gave each family some rice and grain to calm their hearts. Although the villagers were apprehensive, they were not dissatisfied.

On the hillside, Old Banker followed Zhou Qingfeng on horseback. He knew the news of Fils's death, and before he had time to be sad, he had to have another roommate.

Exxon on the other side used to be the chief knight of the Long-legged family, and both were important members of the family. Now there is only one one who can live.

But Old Banker is now more concerned about the 'two tubes' in Zhou Qingfeng's hand - there is a single-tube bronze telescope in the other world. But no matter the vision, clarity, or magnification, the 'monocular' is far inferior to the thing in front of you.

This is clearly a magical item that has a constant 'Eagle Eye'.

It's so perverted.

Old Banker turned his head, and Healy grabbed one as well. Turning his head again, Mondino, Adrian, Todd, Naar, Mahan, Jason, and even the witch doctor Old Borg, who was in charge of the chores, took one.

A crowd of people huddled on the hillside to look at Exxon on the opposite road. It's a one-way battlefield that's transparent, like a monkey.

The truth is too perverted.

How can everyone get a good thing like this?

What's even more sad is that I didn't.

Old Banker didn't feel well.

All eyes were on the hostile Exxon. They clearly saw more than a hundred knights constantly dividing into the surrounding villages.

Soon, the villages near and far became hellish and tragedies were unfolding.

Yesterday, the transport convoy was attacked, and Zhou Qingfeng and others expected this moment. The movement of their attack on the convoy was too great for the people in the surrounding villages to be unaware.

The poor in the villages do not miss any opportunity to obtain food and goods. But they found a lot of belongings left on the road, and they ran out to clean up the battlefield like crazy.

Scattered grain and grass were removed, and ruined wagons were dismantled.

The defeated convoy guards were left alone and became the target of attacks by the villagers. They didn't even spare the corpse and stripped it all possible.

The destruction of the convoy will inevitably be retaliated against by the noble lord. Since last night, the smarter people have been fleeing. They took their possessions and fled, and they changed their lives.

Anyway, the poor people's dilapidated houses are not worth much, and the Banshee Castle does not have a household registration system, who knows where the homeless people come from?

When the limelight passes, it doesn't take much effort to come back and build a thatched house again.

But there are still many villagers who are reluctant to even have a thatched hut. They were so confused that they didn't realize that the danger was approaching, and the next day they were killed by the thunderous knights.

Exxon's men divided into a group of twelve or thirteen horsemen, and rushed into the villages on both sides of the road like wolves. When they entered the village, they kicked the door, scolded people when they saw them, and killed people as soon as they saw what looked like a convoy.

The people of the village were poor, unclothed, black and thin, and scurried around like rats. The old men shouted and scolded, forced people out with swords and questioned them, and killed them if they couldn't ask anything.

The telescope clearly presented the scenes of ruthless slaughter to Zhou Qingfeng and others.

"Victor." Nature's Nar shouted angrily, "When will you do it?" I can't just watch like that. ”

As the druid's animal companion, the winter wolf beside Nal also bared his teeth and let out a threatening growl.

Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, holding a telescope and glancing, "The enemy is not scattered enough, wait." We must kill at least half of the enemy, especially the enemy leader, and we must not let go. ”

It is better to kill a group of miscellaneous soldiers than to kill the enemy's backbone, and it is better to kill the enemy's leader than to kill the backbone. It's better to turn your opponent into a distraction that has lost command.

Zhou Qingfeng handed the telescope to Old Banker, "We have few people, we can't fight hard." You can also take a look and make a prediction. ”

Prophecy does not give truth or clues out of thin air, and also requires the caster to have sufficient understanding of the target and scenario to be prophesied. The richer the detail of this understanding, the more accurate the prophetic judgment will be.

Old Banker took the telescope and took in the entire range of kilometers around. He felt that he was about to retract what he had just thought - the magic items of the constant 'Eagle Eye' could not be detected so easily and efficiently.

I don't know if I should be happy or uncomfortable?

I am happy that I have joined a team of local tyrants. What is uncomfortable is that he has always felt that he is quite trenched, and now there is a psychological gap compared to the real local tyrant.

With a telescope, Old Banker can calmly observe the terrain and roads, and the condition of friends and foes. All kinds of information are at a glance, and the difficulty of casting spells to infer enemy movements and possible ones is reduced by one level.

When the camera focuses on Exxon in the distance, Old Banker can see the other person's gestures and movements, and can infer his emotions and thoughts from this. At that moment, he could even cast spells with his spiritual consciousness from afar.

Spell – Doom Aura.

In the distance, Exxon felt a chill, and his thick body couldn't stop shivering. He was pinching the slender crossbow bolt he had pulled from the corpse, his eyes fixed on the sharp tip of the arrow, allowing the blood to slip from his palm.

It's Victor. Hugo, he should have known that he was coming. Apart from him, who else has the courage and ability to run to the Banshee Castle to make trouble?

The monster of the Black Forest was really not joking, this blow was hard enough.

Exxon dropped the crossbow arrow, Huo Ran got up, and ordered: "Blow the trumpet, gather the team, we are in trouble." ”

Rookie Tias also recognized the crossbow bolt on the corpse and was equally terrified. He asked in a panic, "Sir, it's the rebels from Cold Wind City who are here." What are we going to do? ”

"We can't solve this trouble, and we must report it to Baron Bishop ...... as soon as possible." Exxon rolled over his horse and subconsciously turned his horse's head to the north. But he quickly grabbed the reins.

"No, the baron can't solve this problem. His army of thousands was Hugo's real target. Exxon seemed to have a sudden realization, and turned his horse's head south.

"We need to go back to the Banshee Castle and find His Excellency Friedman to send a stronger force."

Tias saw that the lord had an idea for a while, and he was also flustered. He took a brass trumpet from his backpack and prepared to blow the trumpet to summon the scattered knights to assemble.

But after blowing for a long time, the face of the blowing was red, and the brass horn could not make a sound. After some inspection, Tias said in frustration: "Sir, my copper trumpet is broken. ”

"Hell, how could such an unfortunate thing happen?"