To everyone's surprise, the nearly 3,000 displaced people did not launch an attack after gathering, and did not even form a joint encirclement at the foot of the mountain to prepare for an attack, but instead gave the Sixth Brigade enough space, as if they were just passing by and not looking for trouble.

Luke wondered, "What the hell are these people doing, what are they waiting for?" “

Mihawk was also incomprehensible, his hand unnaturally touched his beardless chin, and muttered, "No matter what they are waiting for, it must be something we don't want to see." ”

Luke was eager to try, "Why don't we divide some of the people and rush down and try?" ”

Mihawk shook his head and said: "No, we are not superior in numbers, and it is even very likely that their purpose is to lead us down, lose the advantage of the high place, we will have nothing to rely on, let's let everyone collect stones, cut down trees, and prepare for the attack they are waiting for, our dry food and water sources are sufficient, there is only one and a half days left before Fort Crane's troops, plus they must have a large number of spies to monitor Fort Crane, as long as they send troops, it is the time for them to retreat." Maybe we just need to keep it for less than a day. When Mihawk said this, he deliberately amplified the volume so that the panicked soldiers nearby could hear it, and hoped that they would spread the news, after all, this army was only on the battlefield for the first time, and it was inevitable that it would be terrified to face an enemy nearly ten times its size.

Luke also had a good heart, and said loudly: "Yes, it's just less than a day, we are condescending, there is enough food and water, there are countless bows and arrows, plus this natural stone and wood, it is impossible for this group of deserters to kill, and even after a day, they have to worry about how to escape!" ”

Mihawk laughed and said: "That's right, at this time tomorrow, you have to worry about how to escape, the stool that the big guy is waiting for is collected, don't waste it casually, wait for them to come up in the first wave, let them taste the usual appetizers of our imperial men." ”

The soldiers burst into laughter, and although the nervousness just now was swept away, they were also emboldened, and some people had even begun to give orders to collect stool. Luke was still worried, after all, it was the first time he had participated in the war as a commander, and the feeling of hundreds of lives on his shoulders also made him extremely tormented. Mihawk was full of respect for this leader who had no frame like a brother, and when he saw his brows tightened, he couldn't help but say: "Boss, you won't be constipated, you really can't pull it out, there's no need to hold it up, the appetizers of the imperial men, if you have brothers, it's enough for them to eat." ”

Luke looked at Mihawk as if he were an alien and said, "It's not surprising if Quirrell said this, but it's really uncomfortable to say it from the mouth of your iceberg face." ”

Mihawk shrugged indifferently and said, "I never said I didn't like to tell jokes, you all thought so." Do you think I've had a lot of time in the past six months? It's also very tiring to maintain a persona. ”

Luke finally laughed and said, "I'm much better now, as you said, the soldiers will cover the water." Let them reach the courage of the men of the empire. ”

As if hearing Luke's words, the team of the homeless people finally began to assemble, gradually formed a circle, gathered at the foot of the mountain, two people came out in line, one of them had a long golden waist and long hair, and the other was as tall and strong as a bear, it was Victor and Big Bear who had just passed by Quirrell and others, the homeless people were really waiting for their leader to arrive, and Big Bear said in a loud voice like a broken gong: "Above, we have given you enough opportunities to escape, you don't dare to run by yourself, don't blame the grandfathers for being ruthless, If you surrender now, you will put down all your equipment and take off only your underwear, and promise not to understand a single hair of you. ”

Victor kicked on the back of the big bear and said leisurely: "Why do you take off only your underwear, I already think that your kid looks at me abnormally, and his original form is revealed, right?" Victor's voice was not very loud, but the people on the top of the mountain could hear every word very clearly, and when they heard the insults of the two people singing and harmonizing with the two below, the soldiers regretted not fleeing first, some were angry, and some were afraid. Luke is also a person who has seen big scenes, and knows that this is the other party's way to hit morale first, and responded loudly: "It's very simple to see the naked bodies of the young masters, call a few grandpa to listen, I'm in a good mood to call, and it's not a loss to let you look at it twice and treat it as multiple grandchildren." ”

Mihawk laughed and said, "I said, boss, you shouldn't have taken a fancy to that blonde hair, you can see clearly that it's not a mother, and it's bigger than you at night, but don't come to the brothers' tent to ask for help." ”

The voices of these two men were not as good as those below, and the people below only heard the sound of whining and muttering, but the soldiers on the top of the hill heard it clearly and laughed loudly. Big Bear wondered, "What is it talking about?" Laughing so happily? ”

Victor pouted and said: "Anyway, I don't praise you for your handsome and powerful weapons, go Big Bear, lead people to rush." The bear roared excitedly and headed for the mountain.

Quirrell lay in the grass, observing the camp of the homeless in front of him, the big bear really didn't have a door, and after walking a short distance to the south, he saw a camp camp, and the peak opposite the camp was a certain team trapped by the suspicious soldiers, and the simple camp of the homeless seemed to be empty, and there was no movement.

Quirrell wandered cautiously around the perimeter, not finding any sentry, not even from any angle in the camp. I can't help but wonder if this camp is empty at all? The other party didn't even have dozens of people left? But he also knew that blind speculation would not lead to anything, so he tightened the long sword in his hand, jumped into the camp in a flash, and cautiously turned around the camp for half a circle and found that there was really no one. Quirrell couldn't help but be annoyed, he wasted so much precious time, and he also admired the other side of the song directly about the empty city, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, and rushed to the top of the mountain, hoping to quickly converge to the rescue. Suddenly, a string of arrows shot in front of him, Quirrell was surprised and exerted all his strength, pressing himself straight to the ground in mid-air, the bow and arrow almost grazed his head, Quirrell pulled the bow from his back, and shot it in the direction of the arrow by feeling, and a scream came as scheduled.

Quirrell didn't bother to observe the outcome of the battle, and once again rolled over and rolled into the half-human-high grass, and sure enough, the place just now was instantly filled with feathered arrows. The enemy did not hide in the tent, but spread out along the entire road up the mountain. A jumble of footsteps came to Quirrell's hideout, knowing that he had no way to hide, he shot an arrow again, this time not hearing the screams in his heart, Quirrell casually put his bow away, and jumped into the enemy circle with his sword like a tiger out of a cage, and the other five rushed together. Five weapons had already beckoned Quirrell. Quirrell swung away an oncoming spear with his sword, ignoring the other four weapons, but took two steps forward again, stabbing the spear into the heart of the man with the spear, and his body took a few steps forward against the lifeless corpse by inertia, and broke out of the encirclement. Drawing his sword and turning around and sweeping again, he opened the two long swords that were pursuing, but his right shoulder was still hit, and the wound that Paul had stopped last night burst and blood gushed out. Quirrell, who was in pain, roared angrily, pulled out a dagger in his left hand and slashed diagonally, cutting off almost the entire palm of the man's hand. The sword was flaid, and the enemy on the right could no longer make a sound before he even had time to wail over the loss of his palm. The other three couldn't have imagined that Quirrell would be so brave that they would kill the two of them like this, and they didn't dare to chase after them again.

Quirrell endured the pain and rolled into the grass again, and there were actually two spears in front of him, Quirrell couldn't resist, so he had to jump back again and be forced back to the same place, and the three people behind him also mustered up the courage to challenge again, Quirrell pulled out the spare long sword with his backhand, and clicked three times in a row, all of which went towards the opponent's forehead. But it was a trick that he learned from Mihawk, how could the three of them have ever seen such a brave person, and for a while they had the illusion that their three people were being besieged, and they all returned to their swords to resist, but Quirrell's swords were all empty, and after forcing the three of them, he jumped into the attack circle of the two people in front of him, and instantly he was already close to his body, and while both of them were not able to use their long weapons, his shoulder was fiercely pressed against the chest of one of them, and the dagger was thrust into the man's abdomen. Ignoring the tragic death of his companion, the other man shouted and swept the spear forward, Quirrell was short, this blow narrowly grazed over his head, swept away several hairs, Quirrell's legs bounced again, the long sword did not enter the man's body and was even unable to pull out, he picked up the spear and advanced to the top of the mountain again, the three behind him only came back to their senses at this time, but they only dared to release arrows and did not dare to pursue. Quirrell walked only a few meters, and more than a dozen homeless people who had already heard the movement in the grass were already ready to meet the enemy, and when they saw Quirrell appear, it was another round of sword rain, and Quirrell swung the spear in his hand as hard as he could, but there was still an arrow that grazed his face.

Quirrell secretly said that if he missed half an inch further, Quirrell's face would be shot through a transparent hole. Quirrell was also aroused to frenzy at this time, and after a loud shout, he rushed into the crowd, and the spear in his hand waved like the wind, flying up and down, but it was so impenetrable that no one could enter. Quirrell knew that he would not be able to last, and that if he was relieved by these men, he would not be spared, and he rose to his strength, and his spear burst out like an angry dragon, and shouted, "When I die." With his blood, several people in front of him didn't dare to resist, and they were caught off guard by Quirrell, and the two of them fell to the ground with a variety of shots, so they killed out of the encirclement, but several people behind him were unrelenting, Quirrell was about to step out, and there was a burning pain in his back, but he was slashed on the back with a sword, drawing a long hole. Quirrell felt his feet go limp, and he fell in the grass, and the enemies behind him cheered, and the two of them couldn't wait to take Quirrell's life. I didn't want to go back to the bush and shoot out, and the deadly spear got up, and almost the previous person hit it himself, stabbing deeply into the chest. Quirrell shook off his spear, his whole body drenched in blood, and he slammed straight to the ground like a god of war. The few people behind thought that Quirrell was so crazy, killing and injuring seven or eight people in just a few faces, but they were stunned and didn't dare to move again.

Quirrell knew that he was suffering, and at this time he was out of strength, and he could barely make any movements except standing, and once the outcasts mustered up the courage, even a child could easily kill himself. At this time, the homeless people plucked up their courage again, raised their weapons and slowly pressed towards Quirrell, Quirrell secretly said that he was finished, but he couldn't even move a finger, and he couldn't think of any way to survive. In desperation, a rain of arrows shot from behind. shot more than a dozen homeless people in front of him.

Quirrell finally relaxed, but there was a burst of pain. The whole person lies on his back.