The sound of sharp weapons slicing through metal and flesh echoed in Colclave's ears, and the cold light of the knights' bewitched armor stained with their warm blood.

Colclough saw the knight who had ridden on their heads, and one second his face was full of disdain for them peasants, but the next second, the blade of the wind cut through the air like a steel wire cutting tofu, cutting people and horses into several pieces.

Flesh and entrails were dripping all over the ground, and Colclaugh, who had been working in the fields for generations, had never seen such a bloody scene, and he immediately vomited.

Thankfully, he stood in the last row of the rifle line and didn't cause much trouble to the line in front of him to be shot.

After the commander gave a look of waiting to be criticized, he wiped the residue from his mouth with his cuffs, and quickly poured the black powder from the powder bag into the barrel, compacted it with a strip, and then put in lead bullets, and compacted it again. By the time the series of steps was completed, he was at the front of the line.

"Third row, put!"

Hundreds of projectiles had been poured in five seconds, and through the thick white smoke, he saw another group of people in the enemy camp falling.

Originally, Colclav was frightened when he learned that the team on the opposite side was a legion of hundreds of mages.

Three months of harsh training had numb him to reload his ammunition, and when the first shots rang out on the plain where the two armies were opposed, the servant troops standing at the forefront of the enemy formation had inexplicably fallen a dozen people, and a feeling called fear spread in the enemy formation.

Compared to the four-line elemental magic released by the magisters, which can make people see the approaching death, the projectile close to the speed of sound is not something that the mortal eye can capture.

The array of flintlock pistols hiding in the smoke, as if it was a judgment from heaven, the mage regiment and the servant army collapsed after losing more than six hundred men.

Under the banner of justice, the Magisters who shouted for the reconquest of the lost land, never expected that they would be defeated by a group of mud-legged men with iron rods when the army was superior in numbers and the transcendents were superior.

When the signal for the mages to retreat sounded, a team of 10,000 peasants raised their arms and shouted.

Colclaugh, who was at the forefront, was a little stunned, he had never imagined that the victory of the battle would come so quickly, and the enemy had already begun to scatter and flee before the bayonet tied to the calf could be used.

The logistics unit of more than 8,000 people was disarmed and returned to the field, leaving only their musket team of 1,000 men for follow-up training.

Six months later, Colclaugh, patrolling the northeastern border of Owass Canyon, spotted an unusual figure.

The dwarf figure weaved through the woods, and every path he walked basically coincided with the path he hid behind the bushes, and Colclaugh immediately thought that this was the southern elves sent by the nobles of Antia to spy on their frontier intelligence.

Those sturdy and full-time intelligence personnel in the confidential intelligence departments of various countries are the last thing they want to see as a group of former peasants.

After a warning shot, the diminutive figure fled into the depths of the jungle and instead ran towards the twelve-man patrol led by Colclaugh.

"Quick, line, load!"

"I warn you not to go any further! Otherwise we'll shoot! ”

However, the figure suddenly accelerated, and the light of the elements shone above its hands.

Colclaugh, who had just compacted the gunpowder, felt that his team was about to be explained here, and the distance between the two sides was fleeting, and as soon as he raised the barrel of the gun, he felt that his elbows were tapped, and the tingling sensation made him clench the hands of the flintlock pistol and let go.

Smack, smack, smack......

Twelve flintlock pistols landed almost simultaneously, and a child's voice reached their ears.

"It's the place."

The diminutive figure lifted the cloak that enveloped his entire body, and Colclav realized that it was a child under the age of ten who had disarmed their group!

Suppressing the nervousness in his heart, Colclaugh asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" ”

"You'll know later, but now I'm in a hurry, let your chief explain it to you!"

Gu Guo turned away, and a figure appeared a hundred meters away in a few movements, separated by the dense woods, it was impossible for the flintlock pistol to shoot at a high-speed moving target at such a long distance.

"Captain, it doesn't seem like a spy to this kid's tone."

"It's not up to you to decide whether he is a spy or not, hurry up and report the situation to the nearest contact point!"

After getting rid of a few people, Gu Guo continued to run in the direction of the golden silk thread.

The mountains on the left and right slowly receded, and he finally came to the Osva Gorge.

Hundreds of kilometers of hilly terrain are more like a narrow basin than a wide canyon.

The mountains on the east and west sides of the canyon are separated by tens of kilometers, and the north and south are open, like a trumpet in the shape of a northern figure.

"Monderogev actually made a flintlock pistol, no wonder he was able to win against the team of the mage regiment."

The farther he went into the hinterland of the canyon, the more Gu Guo found that people were singing about the Count's merits, although the Count's reputation outside was notorious, and even the theater had arranged a smearing script, but in this land it was the exact opposite.

When the thread above his head showed that the distance was less than a kilometer, he could already see a man and a woman standing at the door of the fortress in front of him.

There was no warm welcome, and the meeting of the three was like three wanderers who had left their homeland and reunited in a foreign land.

"I didn't expect you to become a child."

The guards had long since been dismissed, and Minako took out two dango wrapped in oiled paper from her satchel, obviously the magic plane was richer than the previous one, and the raw material for making dango was no longer green grass seeds, but instead of glutinous rice flour.

Gu Guo was not polite to his teammates, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth and ate it, and after eating half a month's dry food, he finally satisfied his hunger.

"Let's go inside."

Montrodev waved his sleeves and walked ahead to open the way, while Minako and Gu Guo followed.

"Gu Guo, how old is your body?" Minako asked, "Just now it was reported that a five or six-year-old child sneaked in from the other side of the border and confiscated their guns, is that you?" ”

Gu Guo nodded, he didn't expect the intelligence network under Monterodev to spread so quickly, it only took him half a day from meeting that group of people to the three of them converged, and the straight-line distance between the two places was sixty kilometers!

He wondered, "Your current scouts use teleportation to communicate?" He remembered very well that the little magic reserve in the mage apprentice's body could not guide the powerful telecommunication spells.

"Of course it's by horses!" Minako had a surprised expression, "Why do you look so surprised!" ”