The outposts set up by the Lohan side were very rudimentary, limited to the requirements of the tree people, and humans could not cut down trees here to build a small fence wall outpost, but this also facilitated the construction of the outpost, the numberers simply made some easy steps from branches on the trunk of the tree, and then built the guard tower directly in the canopy, so that it would not destroy the trees and could effectively detect the enemy. Coupled with a campfire and a few tents, the numberers could easily have repaired the outpost in an hour.

The sentinel in the northern woods was not repaired by Hu Bin and his gang, but by another group of desperate numberers, and they also knew that there was a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides in the south during the day, and it was likely that there were not many numbered people who could take care of this outpost at this time, as long as they survived this night, they could get a lot of military merits, and when the time came, they would just give up here when they got enough benefits.

As the main fortification of the sentry point, the detection and defense capabilities of the guard tower play a great role in protecting the outpost. Performing a ranged attack on the watchtower slightly increases the ranged damage and range, and the baffle also effectively protects the people on the watchtower from ranged attacks from the enemy. It is common sense that such a safe and powerful position should be occupied by the numberer, but unfortunately, the numberer does not have the sense of responsibility and patience of the aborigines, and it is difficult to maintain a boring monitoring for a long time, so most of the sentries are taken by the aboriginal soldiers under the command of the numberer

When Hu Bin arrived at this outpost, he found that he had been taken first, as an elf clan, he easily sensed them outside the detection range of these numbered people, they originally wanted to use the sentinel as a bait, and the good news was that there was a ready-made bait delivered to the door.

"Four numbered ones, fifteen Rohan militiamen, one Rohan archer, two Rohan ordinary cavalry, Joe, you go and test them, and by the way, leave the gifts as originally planned, it seems that we are in luck." Hu Bin reported the strength of the sentry camp, and then sent Qiao out to set up the battlefield.

The Aboriginal soldiers on the watchtower spotted Joe coming from a distance and hurried to warn the numbered ones in the camp. The numberer here breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that it was someone from his side, and somewhat unceremoniously called the guy who appeared here alone.

"Hey, what are you doing here, why are you alone, your accomplice?" One of the numbered individuals left the campfire and shouted to Joe, who had come nearby alone.

"I'm here to do a reconnaissance mission, my teammates were injured in the daytime battle, and I want to take advantage of this free time to do the mission alone." Joe said very innocently.

"Then you're just in time, go to the west and help us see if there is a team coming from Isengard." The numberer said, pointing to the woods to the west.

"Well, I'm just passing through here." Joe squirmed.

"Okay, I know, I'll sell this news for 50 gold coins, you can help us take a look, it won't take too long." The man looked impatient.

"Okay!" Joe happily ran forward.

"You're spending gold coins again, just drive that guy away."

"We're a bit risky this time, and it's not too much to spend a little money to buy peace of mind."

Joe sneered when he heard the conversation behind him, and sent himself away with 50 gold coins, originally looking in the same camp, it was a little difficult to use them as bait, and now he was at ease.

Joe needs to set a trap in the direction of the outpost near Isengard, and he laments Reed's insidiousness as he does so.

The Flame Mark, one of the Mage's apprentice-level tricks, can usually be attached to the surface of an object or clothing for lighting and heating, but with special treatment, the Mark can burst into a brief spark. Hu Bin attached the flame sigil to a sheepskin and added a small ember of the fire demon to ensure that the trick would last for a while, and he tied the sheepskin to Gandalf's special firework to make a thunderbolt.

And Joe is now holding this processed firecracker in his hand, he connects the surrounding tree trunks with thin wires, and finally attaches all the threads to this firecracker, if anyone does not bother to enter the area, the firecracker will detonate if they trip over a thread.

"Cut, cheap guys." In order to allow the possible hostile numberers and baits to consume as much strength as possible, Hu Bin came up with this damage trick after a short idea, so that the attackers were exposed in advance, Hu Bin felt that as long as the Saruman side numbered people who came back here at this time, they must be very confident in themselves, and preventing the bait from running away made them have to take a strong attack.

Joe, who had just set up the trap, suddenly stopped his movements and listened to the sounds around him, and he noticed that the neighborhood was strangely quiet, and even the sparse sound of insects in the forest was gone.

"It won't be so unlucky!" A drop of cold sweat flowed from Qiao's forehead, he slowly drew out his short sword and put it in front of his chin, lowered his body and slowly retreated towards the camp, he felt a cold breath coming to him just now. After withdrawing twenty meters, Joe found that there was still no movement, and he couldn't help but smile and sighed, feeling that he was really thinking too much, and he had delusions.

Just as Joe was about to make his next move, a little fire lit up not far away, and Joe saw the light of the fire and hurriedly turned around and ran backwards with all his strength.

"Whoosh~, Bang!" A second later, brilliant fireworks lit up the night sky, accompanied by a loud roar that erupted over the forest. A numbered person dressed in a dark blue nightwalk appeared from behind a tree trunk, looked at the fireworks in the sky that had not yet faded, and then at the enemy who had already run away, sighed, and put back the frosted dagger in his hand, while the panicked sounds of orc soldiers could be heard in the forest behind him.

"What happened?" The numbered men in the camp exploded at the loud noise, and they drew their weapons one after another, and then saw a figure rushing out of the woods.

"Shoot him and kill him." One of the numbered men shouted, but the Native soldiers were slow to respond to his orders.

"Sir, that's your own person, are you sure you want to release the arrow?" An aboriginal soldier asked with a stiff face, if the numberer said yes, it is estimated that the soldier would have betrayed on the spot, and attacking his own people was treason.

"Calm down, the enemy is still far from our position, prepare for battle with peace of mind." The numberer, who seemed to be the captain, let out a loud shout to calm the minds of his teammates. These numberers were just too nervous for a while, they were not rookies, and they quickly calmed down and arranged the line of defense in an orderly manner.

"Half-orcs, it's someone from over there who is coming, you have to be careful, I'll go first." Joe shouted as he passed the camp, and then dashed headlong into the woods and disappeared.

An orc soldier rushed towards the camp, and an archer from the watchtower shot an arrow at him, hitting the orc in the thigh. The orc fell to the ground sideways, screaming and pulling the arrow from his leg, and struggled to get up to continue the attack, but was killed instantly by the archer's second arrow through the head.

The dead orc soldier was stimulated by the fireworks, and he broke away from the main army without permission, and rushed to charge the enemy in a panic, only to be solved by two arrows. His death taught the orcs behind him a lesson, and although these guys were out of the command of the numbered one, they were worthless as warriors who didn't want to die.

The orcs, who lacked a leader, couldn't come up with an idea, and the numberers had asked them to scout the situation and wait for the people behind them to arrive, but the sudden sound of firecrackers made the intentions of these guys discovered, and their clumsy intelligence made it impossible for them to judge whether to attack or not after seeing the enemy. The orcs didn't keep the numberers waiting long, hesitation was never the orc's character, it was their nature to be reckless and bloodthirsty, and the orcs quickly ignored the orders they had been given, and rushed towards the enemy in the outpost with a roar.

"I knew it was going to be like this!" On a thick branch, the Nightbound Saruman numbered man muttered a grumble as he saw the orcs swarming towards the human squad, knowing that these simple-minded creatures had no role but to be cannon fodder.

"Kill them!" The captain of the numbered ones pointed his sword at the attacking orcs, and all of the Rohan militia rushed out, ready to intercept them.

After the archers on the watchtower had once again killed a half-orc who had not been able to dodge, the two groups of soldiers scuffled together. The strength of the orc soldiers overwhelmed the Rohan militia in local battles, but the militia with local advantages and long-range support fought back by relying on the large number of people.

More than a dozen orcs were besieged to death one by one in such a situation, and finally a few orcs finally figured out their disadvantage with their solidified brains, and ran behind them, but a crossbow arrow was the way they went.

"The performance of these cannon fodder is almost making me fall asleep, and the next time to stage the main drama has come, rush, my legion!"

The fleeing orcs were directly replenished by their own people, and then they were directly pounced down and drowned by the fierce strong orc army.

"Damn, it's that guy, it's really unlucky, why did you meet him!" When the numberers in the camp saw the large number of strong orcs reaching about thirty, they had already recognized the identity of the numberers of the opposite camp, and it seemed that Jin was quite famous on the side of the human camp.

"That guy is completely insane, Captain, let's get ready to retreat, it's too late to leave." In the camp, one of the numbered men suggested to their captain in horror while shooting with a crossbow bolt.

"It's useless, we can't outrun the strong orcs in the forest, and in the end the result is the same, it's better to take advantage of the physical strength to confront them head-on, so that there is still hope of winning." The captain had no choice but to take one step at a time, and he faced the battle head-on, and he knew that he couldn't escape, and the person who was targeted by the guy named Kim had never been able to escape.

The strength of the strong orcs is not comparable to that of the half-orcs, and the Rohan militia front, which had just been able to defeat the half-orc soldiers, was shocked by the strong orcs who arrived before they could celebrate their victory. The numberers on the human side, noticing the heavy losses of the soldiers, hurriedly ordered them to retreat to the vicinity of the watchtower, trying to rely on the watchtower's firepower to hold on for a while longer.

The captain of the numbered ones noticed that the arrows on the watchtower had suddenly stopped firing, and he glanced up at the archer, only to find to his horror that the archer's place had been replaced by a hostile numberer, and the man in the night coat with a dagger pointed at him with a throat-slitting motion, and then leaped forward, disappearing into the canopy.

Jin's orcs eventually stormed the outpost's camp, and although the Terran soldiers on the other side resisted desperately for a while, the disparity in strength and numbers made these resistances hasten their deaths, and a numbered Terran camp was shot by the opponent's crossbow, and the orcs besieging him seized the opportunity, and soon became the first numbered person to die in the battle. His death frightened their teammates, who then resisted less and less, and were eventually subdued by the orcs, while the other defenders at the outpost were annihilated.

"Oh oh oh, I thought which guys would come to this place, it turned out to be a group of nobodies, it's really unappetizing, who gave you the guts to get involved in this place?" Kim stood under the protection of several orcs and Bieber and said to the captured numberers.

"We admit it, let's say, what price will it cost to let us go." The helpless captain of the numbered person took out a few props on his body, praying that the group in front of him could act according to the unspoken rules of the numberer, and after receiving the life-buying props, they could let them go, although the loss of doing so was great, but it was better than losing their lives.

"It seems that you haven't seen the situation clearly, when did I say that I would let you go, I think the strong beasts under my command must like your flesh very much, maybe take off a few legs and arms first, and you won't be able to die for a while." Kim motioned for a strong orc to put away the props taken out by the captive, and after a glance, he said with a cruel and hideous expression.

"I'm fighting with you." Seeing that something could not be done, one of the numbered people who was knocked to the ground struggled to use a prop that had died together, and was annihilated in the sudden burst of flames along with himself and the three strong orcs beside him.

"Hahaha, that's great, how perfect and gorgeous is this flame that blooms with life, that's what I'm after, don't look at me like that, I'll be shy." Hopeless? Are you unwilling? Then, please me with your last struggle. Kim's face began to twitch and tremble.

"The boss is getting more and more perverted!"

"Be quiet, don't be heard." The two numberers who stood with Kim and Bieber said that they would not let Kim hear them, but their voices were as if they were deliberately letting Kim hear them.

But Kim didn't care about this, after such a long time of cooperation, he already knew what kind of virtue these guys were, maybe at this time they had more perverted pleasure in their hearts than themselves.

"Hurry up and get them, we have to rush back to hand in the task, there's no time to waste here." The corners of Bieber's eyes twitched a few times, but one of the members of their team who was in charge of the broken back was tortured and killed by the numbered person of the human camp, and he didn't agree with Kim's approach, but he wouldn't stop Kim.

"It's okay, it's going to take a while to destroy the outposts, we can play a few tricks first, and then bring them to Isenger to play slowly. You're going to love my hospitality, aren't you? ”

Kim's words sent chills down the hearts of the two surviving numbered people, they didn't have the means to die together, and even if they did, they didn't necessarily have the courage to use them, and despair hung over their faces.

"So, how about starting with that? Ah, the numberer's ability to reply is very strong, why don't you do it together, I haven't tried this kind of play yet. ”

Following Saruman through many live experiments, Kim's mind was somewhat distorted, and the expression was to vent his fears on others.

Just as Kim was happily about to try out his new idea, an arrow swooped in.

Jin dragged the orc beside him, blocked himself with his body, and then rolled on the spot, and ran behind the tree to get more. The others, including Bieber, also formed a defensive formation without panic, waiting for the enemy to appear.

"How afraid that guy is of death, and his escape is too skillful!" Joe put down the crossbow in his hand, and looked at Kim's series of extremely swift movements with a black line on his face, and he didn't aim at him at all, okay?

"Kill them!" Kim waved his hand from behind the trunk of the tree for the orcs to lunge that way, while he began to survey his surroundings, ready to dodge possible attacks.

Without saying a word, Bieber walked over to the two captives, cut off their legs to prevent them from escaping, and then rushed into the forest after the orcs amid the screams of the two.

The Assassin numberer was long gone, while the ranged numberer with an orc crossbow climbed the watchtower to stand guard, and the remaining numbered person in charge of intelligence set fire to a nearby rooftop tent with the fire, intending to destroy the stronghold. Several people have a clear division of labor, which can not only ensure the strength of the pursuit of the enemy, but also arrange the retreat, and use the limited time to complete the task with the orc troops, so that even if they are defeated in special circumstances, they can also be compensated by the task reward, which is the experience and tacit understanding obtained from the lesson of blood after many encounters with the numbered person.

The orcs' offensive seemed to be hindered by something, and their roars were still loud, but they never stopped.

"It's not right, they wouldn't keep roaring like this if they were in trouble with the other person. Oh no, their goal is us, turn the tiger away from the mountain, don't care about the outposts, and retreat quickly. Kim suddenly thought of something and shouted to the other two to retreat.

However, he came to his senses a little too late, and a feathered arrow silently stuck into the wrist of the numbered man on the watchtower, and the numbered man screamed in pain, and then dropped the crossbow to the ground. Then the sound of earth-shaking footsteps approached, and a tall figure appeared on their retreat route.

"Surrender, you are surrounded." Golem Ente said in his unique deep voice.