Hurry up, and two miles are just around the corner in the blink of an eye. There was a rumbling noise ahead, the sound of horses' hooves, and shouts of killing resounded in the sky. I can already vaguely see a canyon not far away, with straight rock walls on both sides, and a mountain path in the middle is about seven or eight meters wide. The trail was now blocked by two wagons with wheels off, and crossbowmen were hidden on and in the wagons, and as soon as the Grey Cloaks approached, a dense rain of arrows shot out like flying locusts.

Near the entrance of the valley, seventy or eighty corpses of gray cloaks had been dropped, and a dozen or so ownerless war horses were running in a panic on the battlefield.

The Grey Cloaks' attacks continued, and the firepower ten times the density of Taniguchi's arrow rain was tilting, but most of them were fired at the carriage, and it didn't seem to hurt a few people.

In this kind of terrain, cavalry is basically useless, and now it is only a stalemate between crossbowmen and crossbowmen. After the second wave of charges failed, I saw two groups of more than 200 men circling the left and right sides of the valley.

I asked the masked man, "Do you know any other roads into the valley besides this one?"

The masked man shook his head: "I've been here four times, and this valley is surrounded by cliffs dozens of meters high, and this is the only way to get in and out. Even if they wanted to occupy the cliffs on either side, they would have to go around to the end of the Eldeigar Valley and back again, coming and going for at least two days. ”

I nodded, and turned my horse back again.

The dryer asked, "Why did you leave, you didn't save people?"

I said, "There are too many people on the other side, and if you fight hard, you are looking for death, and this thing can only be tricked." I remember that there were dozens of Greycloak guarding the villagers in El Deig, and we went to get them back first. ”

When we arrived in Al Deig, the sun was fierce and the fire in the village was still burning. Because most of the Grey Cloaks had gone north to besiege them, there were very few men left here, some of them preparing for cooking, and some of them patrolling back and forth in front of the wooden houses of the villagers.

I asked the masked man, "Your people should have no problem exterminating these pilgrims, right?"

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

I said, "Then it's decided, you and your people, eliminate the guards in front of the villagers' detention ground, and me and my people are responsible for cutting off the reinforcements and covering you to save people." ”

The masked man beckoned and spoke a long list of words to her men. After hearing this, his subordinates were all in high spirits, and they drew their scimitars from their waists and waved them uncontrollably.

I said, "Let's do it." The masked man looked at me, "I hope you don't run away while we're desperate." After saying that, as soon as he urged the horse, more than a dozen yellow knights rushed out.

I said, "Let's go too, the dryer remembers to set fire everywhere, and Peter remembers to catch a few alive." "I knocked the horse's belly and followed.

The dryer took the lead, and the iron spine point steel gun in his hand picked off the rejection of the horse in front of the original village chief's house and the current command department of the Dark Order, Peter roared, lifted a stone mill from somewhere and threw it in. All I could hear was the snapping sound of "click" and the exclamations of many people. Then Peter picked up the stone in front of the village chief's house and threw himself into it. The dryer was not willing to be left behind, and the spear rolled in, blowing in like a whirlwind.

When I walked into the village chief's house, the battle had advanced to the second floor of the village chief's house. On the first floor, there were several gray cloaks on the ground, and a pot of corn soup was poured on the ground. I walked up to the second floor, and the sound of the battle stopped abruptly. A middle-aged man dressed in a distinctive black cloak and holding a large, thick book resembling a doctrine in his hand was held high by Peter like a chicken. The dryer also stepped on the faces of the two gray cloaks in high spirits.

Peter said, "Commander, do you have any questions for him?"

I said, "Ask what to ask, just kill it." ”

The middle-aged man immediately knelt down and howled: "Hero, spare my life, I was kidnapped by these people, and what they did has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything." ”

I said, "Didn't I say kill him, if he told me that he knew some specific military information, the high-level structure of the Dark Order, or something, I would still plan to let him live, and now this guy doesn't know anything, do I still keep him?"

The middle-aged man immediately said: "I know, I know everything, I just ask the hero to let me live, I will tell you anything you want to ask." ”

Peter said, "Then you don't speak quickly!"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "What did you say?"

Peter said angrily: "So you are playing with us, telling you that if you don't say it, you are looking for death!" As he spoke, he raised his arm and twisted it, and the middle-aged man's arm hung down softly in the screams that shook the sky.

The middle-aged man immediately screamed like a pig: "I said, I said, but what do you want to ask!"

I waved my hand to stop the enraged Peter, and said, "Tell me honestly, who you are, why you are in Eledega, what your purpose is, whether there are any other people in you, where the nest is, who are in your upper echelons, and whether you have heard them talk about any secret plans. ”

The middle-aged man kowtowed like garlic and said, "I said, I said ......" suddenly jumped up, pushed open a window next to him and jumped down, and then I heard his voice sound in the courtyard: "Come on, come on, come on, come and hoe and protect the law!"

Then, the masked man and her yellow-clad armed men brought the guy in. The masked man pushed him to the ground and dislocated his other arm: "What's the matter, do you owe me a favor?"

I pouted: "I already knew that you had done it, so I let him jump out of the window, first threw himself half to death, and then hit him psychologically." ”

The middle-aged man was really dead at this time, and he didn't know if it was because of the severe pain or death, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans poured out.

I pulled a dagger from the waist of a gray cloak on the ground and rested it on his neck: "To be honest, if you don't be honest, I will have to remove your legs." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again: "I won't say anything if you kill me, we joined the Order, and we have long been ready to dedicate ourselves to the Order!"

Melva suddenly walked over and threw a fascinated wink at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was directly stunned for a moment, but then, her hands were like lightning, and she lifted the middle-aged man's two knees in an instant, and the speed of the movement made me get goosebumps all over my body.

The middle-aged man's screams rang out again, and it didn't take long for them to turn into painful wails.

Melva was still staring at the middle-aged man with silky eyes, as if he was looking at his lover, but the dagger in his hand was slowly piercing into the middle-aged man's thigh. I shudder at such a sharp contrast.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, and almost wailed: "I said, I said, I confessed, I confessed!"

The middle-aged man's name is Assam, (Melva exclaimed: So you're milk tea!), and he serves as a mid-level priest in the Dark Order (which he calls the Church of Braka). In the Dark Order, the priests are divided into three levels, the low-level priests can serve as long as they donate enough, and are responsible for missionaries around the world and recruiting new people; the middle-level priests are the upper limit of the low-level priests, and the low-level priests who perform quite well have the opportunity to be promoted, and the so-called quite good performance means that through the hands of the low-level priests, at least more than 1,000 new members must be introduced to have a chance to be promoted. The promoted mid-level priests not only have much more power than the junior priests, but also have the right to extract 5 percent of the dues paid by the new members. Intermediate priests, although rare, are not uncommon, and there are now at least two thousand mid-level priests in the entire Blaka Church.

After becoming a mid-level priest, if there is an extremely outstanding contribution, then there is hope for promotion to high priesthood, the so-called outstanding contribution such as establishing absolute faith in the Braka church in a country and making the Braka church canonized as the state religion, or successfully attracting a king to the church, etc., only such contributions can become a high priest. High priests are extremely rare in the Church of Braka, and there are only thirteen of them so far, all of whom have established immortal feats for the Church of Braka. The high priests were also treated more generously, and could even take 30 percent of the dues paid by each new member. Therefore, these high priests are also the great tycoons of the rich side and the patriarchs of the Holy See.

When Assam explained these things, he could not help but use an inflammatory tone, he said: "Friend, do you want to get rich, do you want to find the true meaning of life, do you want to punish those who hurt you with blood and fire, do you want to purify this evil world? Then join our church of Braka, and with only two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight dinars, your dreams will come true, your life will be fulfilled, and your friends and relatives will be proud of it." Now I tell you this you may not feel it, in a few days some of our colleagues will have an event in Parabun, you can go with us and see those successful high priests, their appearances, you will find that your life is no longer full of failures, you can do the same with me!"

I said, "So what's going to be done?"

"It's very simple," he said proudly, "you just need to develop members, your relatives, your friends, your neighbors, you have to promote our teachings to them from now on, outline our bright future for them, and it is better to bring them over to listen to big lectures and let our lecturers brainwash them...... Oh no, give lectures, give them deep and personal exposure to our church in Braca. Once you've managed to bring in a lot of new members to our church, you can be promoted to a junior priesthood, or even a mid-level priest like me!"

I said, "It's a bit slow to start with a low-level priest and develop a thousand members to become a mid-level priest, is there any new way?"

He said: "Yes, but there is a break fee, which is that you personally pay the membership fee of 1,000 members, which is 1,000 times 2,998...... Wow, that's a bit much...... But then you can directly become a mid-level priest, just like me. ”

I said, "Oh. He said, "Think about it?"

I said, "Where do I sign up?"

He said: "You can register directly with me, I have a book here, called "Farewell to Mediocrity", which is also the material that you junior members need to read carefully, and in the future, we will hold big classes at different places every week, and you will listen to the lectures more and communicate with the lecturers more often, and you will soon be successful." ”

I said, "But what's the difference between you and Amway?"

He was stunned: "Amway, what Amway?"

The dryer on the side really couldn't listen to it, kicked him in the face, and roared: "Boss, don't listen to him, this guy is a pyramid scheme of Hongguoguo!"

I said, "Why are you so impulsive?"

He said: "I've been in it before, and they lied to me like this, and they said that as long as you work hard, you can go up to the top of the pyramid, and you can continue to withdraw dividends, and you can make a fortune sitting at home, but all my savings for several years have bottomed out, and I haven't mixed with low-level priests, so I can see clearly, this is a complete pyramid scheme that eats people and doesn't spit out bones!"

I said, "So you've been tricked." But do you think I'm really listening to him, it's just that Peter is too slow to pick up clothes, and I'm bored. ”

Peter said next door, "Commander, it's almost ready, I've already picked up ten pieces." ”

When it was dark, in the military tent in the siege camp in the northern valley, Du Fulong was frowning.

He was just the leader of a chaotic army on the border between Rhodok and Kujit, with more than 200 people under his command, who made a living by robbing business travelers, and lived a tight life, asking for money or money, and equipment or equipment. A few months ago, a middle-aged man named Assam approached him and told him that there was a wonderful way to make a fortune, which was to join the Dark Church, continue to develop offline, and extract a commission on membership fees. He instinctively felt that this would not work, and it was not clear why it would not work, but Assam dragged him to a few big lessons, and although he didn't understand too much, he also let go of a big stone in his heart. How many people are stupidly listening to the lectures there, all of them are young and vigorous little calves, these young people are easy to cheat their money, a little flickering, give a beautiful vision, they can't wait to give all the family property with both hands, and their parents can't persuade them to leave. Du Fulong is naturally a sober person, and understands that the Dark Sect is just a pretense for deception, but looking at so many fat sheep waiting to be killed in front of him, no one can bear to abandon them.

So Du Fulong joined the Dark Church.

The management of the Dark Curia is divided into two areas: organizational management and military management, each with its own division of labor. Like that middle-aged man Assam belongs to the organizational management level, and with his many years of military experience, he successfully blended into the military management, served as a squadron leader, and wore three bars.

The three bars are the rank symbols of the Dark ** Regiment, and the military management of the Dark ** Regiment is divided into five levels: squad leader, squadron leader, group leader, corps commander and divine envoy. There is only one bar on the rank belt on the arm of the ordinary member, two for the squad leader, three for the squadron leader, four for the group leader, and five for the corps commander. The oracles belong to the transcendent character, and there are only three oracles in the entire Dark Sect, and they generally do not wear military ranks, but if they do, they are six bars.

The establishment of the Dark Order is different from the establishment of the 10,000-person legion common in the land of Calradia, the five major countries in the land of Calradia, almost all of which adhere to the establishment of 10,000 people per legion, and each legion is divided into five detachments of 2,000 people each. In this way, although it is easy to calculate, it is slightly sluggish to command. The military system of the Dark Order is 9,000 men per legion, with two brigades of 4,500 men each, three squadrons of 1,500 men each, and five squadrons of 300 men each. This is complex, but it is more flexible in command.

After Du Fulong joined the Dark Order, he was directly promoted to squadron leader, and with 1,500 subordinates, his original more than 200 subordinates also followed him and became the main backbone of this squadron. This time, I came out to cooperate with Assam's missionary activities, and by the way, I looted one or two villages, but who knew that I found traces of the old G in the village that the Kells Legion Commander secretly pursued, and the other party seemed to be only in the early two hundred, and the vast majority of them were still women's soldiers. Du Fulong seemed to see a bright future for Captain Kells to promote him to captain in one fell swoop after he tied Lao G into zongzi and handed it over, so he waved his army in pursuit, and finally trapped the other party in this valley.

But Du Fulong, who originally thought that the harvest operation that he had been able to capture was met with great resistance, and he could not have imagined that a few girls, plus a few big carts, would stop his 1,500 elites at the mouth of the valley. He originally thought that this valley was steep on all sides, and there was only one way into the valley, and it was a real place of death and prison, but he didn't expect that it would now become a fortress!

Dufron thought about sending his men to make a detour up the hills on either side, but the spies told him that the nearest way up the mountain was also at the northern entrance to the El-Deig Valley, and that it would take at least a day to walk there. One day at a time, these ladies don't have reinforcements here, and they won't be able to fly. He sent four hundred crossbowmen along the two mountains, and there were only two hundred girls around here, could it be that a thousand old men could still run around?

Du Fulong sorted out all the methods that came to mind in his mind. Unrealistic. On this terrain, if you attack it by force, you will have to get at least five or six hundred brothers. Although that old G was the key culprit named by Captain Kells, he might not be able to weigh more than five or six hundred brothers. These are two squads, if they are all thrown out, not to mention the weakening of their own forces, they may be directly demoted to the captain of the squad.

The siege is also unrealistic, the other side has 200 people, and its own men and horses are seven times that of the other party, and the consumption is also seven times.

This is a good way, but the other side does not have any city walls, if you want to say that there is, it is the mountain rock that is dozens of meters thick and hundreds of meters high, not to mention whether Du Fulong's subordinates will make siege engines, even if they are made, I don't know how useful it will be.

Now I can only suppress it with a crossbowman first, expecting the other party to collapse first. Du Fulong let his men shoot arrows for an afternoon, but he was almost crazy at night, the other party had a cart as a cover, and his own arrows could not hurt a few people in the past, but consumed arrows, and the other party was excellent and swimming, with their own continuous archery in the past, they didn't even have the problem of loss of arrows, and at dusk, most of the arrows shot back were already shot by themselves in the afternoon.

Sure enough, it's a one-man pass, and it's not open. Du Fulong already felt deep regret at this moment.