In the blink of an eye, more than thirty soldiers in the front row were shot into hedgehogs, and each of them was hit by more than twenty crossbow arrows.

Many arrows fell to the ground, as if the mud had turned into grass.

Hundreds of skeletons stood on wooden crates beneath the trench, one holding a strange crossbow bolt with a large square wooden box on top, and the other hand constantly pressing down and pushing up the wooden handle behind it, firing hundreds of crossbow arrows at a suffocating speed towards a storm.

Even though the Herodians brought some shields, they quickly became useless in the face of countless arrows.

Even if he couldn't hit the vital parts, he was still hit by arrows in the legs, shoulders and the top of his head.

The arrows that pierce the body are very sharp, and although the shaft is not too long, the tips of the arrows are all real iron heads, and they have been repaired, and they are all barbed arrows that are difficult to pull out easily when they are fired, and they are difficult to move when hit.

Of course, just relying on exquisite technology to fight the enemy is not the style of the demon race at all.

When fighting, you don't have to be crooked, and you're embarrassed to claim to be a demon army.

"Curses of festering and corrosion on the arrows!"

Some soldiers were a little glad to see that they were not bleeding, but then strange pain and paralysis struck one after another, and they also found rapidly blackened and festered skin.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers and militia were directly frightened and scattered, desperate to scatter in all directions, unable to stop them.

When the soldier leaves his post without permission, the magician who is closely guarded is out of luck.

The two mages who were walking in front lost cover, and their symbolic pointed hats and robes became the most obvious targets, and they were directly hit by the concentrated fire of hundreds of crossbow arrows, and after a few moments, they could not die again.

Seeing the chaos on the other side, the skeleton was neither surprised nor pitied, but continued to fire crossbow arrows according to the instructions set by the master until all the boxes of crossbow arrows were fired.

When the skeletons have finished shooting the crossbow arrows in the wooden box, they will silently lower the crossbow below, take the loaded crossbow arrows and continue shooting.

In order to maintain the continuity of fire, there was also a group of skeletons under the trench who were responsible for installing the quiver box were busy, and in the trench behind there were more crossbow arrows being sent to the first trench.

Since there are still many communication trenches between the trenches, the monsters' movements are not exposed, and it is very convenient.

Even if there is annoying muddy water under their feet, lifeless skeletons don't care, they don't get sick from dampness, they don't complain about the environment, they just wear each other in a trench.

The planners of this battle squatted in the woods in the distance, and built a wooden hut in which they could drink tea comfortably.

Since two days ago, on a stormy night, Vincent had secretly sent underground worms to dig into the earth five hundred meters outside the village, beyond the reach of magicians.

The soil is moist and soft after the rain, which saves a lot of effort for the worms.

In order to prevent the enemy from discovering it in advance, Vincent also had the worms dig at a certain depth, so that the trench would not be exposed too early, and that the rain would be so heavy that the upper layer of earth would collapse under gravity, allowing the trench to emerge on its own.

So, when the rain had diminished a little, the two trenches, which were more than eight miles long, were completed without notice, and then suddenly appeared before the eyes of the Herodians, without any prior alarm.

Next, it is to let their skeleton troops enter the trench from the rear and begin to implement the battle plan of blockade and strike.

The Herodians certainly would not sit idly by and watch themselves besieged, and as expected, some troops were sent to inspect them.

The skeleton stands on a wooden box prepared in advance, composing a weapon with parts that Vincent has rubbed out by hand, and then stands on the wooden box in a neat manner, exposing its upper body, first provoking the opponent with a normal bow and crossbow and stones.

At the same time, Vincent also had a special spear in the distant woods, operated by the strong, recoilless Sadaka, to carry out experimental sniping against the Herod army.

If it weren't for the lack of gunpowder he made, Vincent could have made more weapons with his current more than 50,000 points.

Anyway, only

If it weren't for a weapon that was entirely made by himself, the Divine Deity would not have activated Punishment Resource. Appropriately reduce the difficulty of assembly, and let the skeleton work overtime to assemble overnight, you can get enough weapons.

The only downside is that you don't get much protection, but that's the trade-off of war, and Vincent won't hesitate in the slightest.

In order to reduce costs and reduce the consumption of metal materials, Vincent remembered a magical weapon that had been passed down since ancient times.

Thanks to the good natural environment of another world, Vincent can obtain an inexhaustible supply of wood, and then use "wood processing technology" to process its parts.

As for the metal materials, although they are not easy to replenish, the group that attacked Ninia before has left a lot of loot, which is enough for him to use for a while.

As for the shortage, he could also ask the merchants of Silver Dragon Castle to send it quickly, and if it was still insufficient, he could requisition some more from the village in the south.

In any era of warfare, shock and firepower projection density are the keys to victory.

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of five hundred knights, Vincent thought it was a fool's idea to let the skeletons resist at any cost, so he had to find a way to make the other party unable to attack smoothly.

Fortunately, during the previous sneak attack, the other party's magician had already used earth magic to give himself a hint.

Although there weren't enough magicians to use earth magic, Vincent's biological construction skills meant digging trenches wasn't too difficult.

With the trenches, the opposing cavalry could not carry out the charge smoothly.

To limit the cavalry's assault, Vincent also had to make his trenches play an offensive and defensive role, turning the best defense into the best offense.

The necromancer continues to collect bones from the wilderness, the lich inscribes battle-related patterns, and Vincent prepares his weapons and welcomes the opposing infantry to their deaths with a deep trench.

"Well, is this toy fun?" Vincent was on the edge of the woods, handing his hand-rubbing monoculars to Bishop Bellman, "It's not stingy to give the specialties of my hometown to those murderers, right?"

"What a crossbow, what a crossbow!" The Bishop's eyes straightened, "What kind of crossbow bolt is this, and it can shoot continuously?"

"Hehe, of course it's a good crossbow, and it can be used as a submachine gun at close range." Vincent smiled slightly, "This is called the villager's happy crossbow, and it couldn't be better for this group of rebellious peasants."

"My lord, when it comes to archery and hunting, it was my favorite when I was younger." Every time Bishop Bellman saw Vincent's new toy, he would unconsciously begin to reminisce about the years when "I was a carefree young baron, and half of the month was spent hunting on horseback......

"This bolt is a bit strenuous against large prey, but it's a lot of fun to hunt birds and rabbits."

How could Vincent not understand the Bishop's extraneous voice?

So he handed the bishop a crossbow of the finest wood, of particularly shrewd workmanship, and full of fine gold patterns.

Sure enough, when Bellman saw Vincent's gift, his eyes lit up with excitement and he couldn't put it down.

Isn't friendship that transcends race all about empathy and fulfillment?

"Oh, my dear friend, what does this elegant, mysterious font mean?" The bishop pointed to the golden font on the main body of the crossbow arrow, and asked Vincent curiously, "Is it a spell in the demon language, or a blessing?"

"It's just a little ornament." Vincent's slender fingers rubbed Vincent's and read it word by word, "Old, husband, chat, hair, young, young, crazy......"