After 200,000 words, I began to explode, and took out the manuscript!

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Jobs sat down satisfied, he alone occupied two large barrels, two adults waist-thick wine, unscrewed the cork, took a basin to fill it, and then snorted down, and several people who came forward to beg for wine were slapped away.

"Captain Stewart, with more than a thousand Anglo warriors calling the door outside!

Hannibal's face was slightly red, and one of the Viking warriors on duty shouted from the city walls!

"Uh, "

Hannibal felt a chill in the back of his head, and a dense layer of sweat appeared on his neck in an instant, and he shook his head, and the wine instantly woke up, and he threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground: "Don't drink it!

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"Damn, Howard's camp has been looted back, and many brothers have been killed and wounded!"

Stewart had just stormed the fortress and roared over his bleeding left shoulder, supported by two Viking warriors.

His right shoulder was a penetrating wound, apparently caused by a musket, his face was a little pale because of blood loss, and behind him were 1,800 Anglo warriors who were supporting each other, each with a minor or serious wound, panting and looking at Hannibal, the look in his eyes was like that of an angry child, waiting for his father to make a decision and then fighting back, with fanaticism and anger.

"How many of you are attacked!"

As he spoke, Hannibal handed Stuart a large glass of wine.

Stewart took it and looked up and drank, "No less than 40,000! All of them are goblins!"

"And a few hundred brown bears!"

"And a lot of little green men (goblins) riding goats and holding spears!"

The other Anglo warriors behind Stewart also spoke out.

"What about the losses?"

"They were also sneak attacks, and more than a hundred Anglo lads died under the first shot fire. When we saw that the situation was not good, we ran and almost got caught up!"

After drinking a large glass of wine, Stewart's face began to turn bloody.

"Howard, get out of here!"

Hannibal roared with his back to him, and Howard, who was still in a bad position, was carried upside down by Jobs by the ankle with one hand and placed in front of Hannibal.

"How many soldiers can you bring together from your ten tribes!

Howard still looked flattered and said: "No less than 40,000 and no more than 60,000!"

"So, this time the other nine tribes have paid blood, and this time they are vowing to drive me out of the abandoned highlands?"

Hannibal gritted his teeth and raised his arms high.

"Lord Wang! You are too fast, and your methods are too sharp, so you have aroused their vigilance!"

"It's hard for us goblins to unite except when we go out to loot and face a life-and-death crisis! Your strength has already threatened all the forces within a radius of five hundred miles! This result has come much later than expected!"

Hannibal suddenly smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "That's fine, it's better to solve it at once than if I went to them one by one!"

"Stewart, you take all the wounded brothers down for simple treatment, the lightly injured ones take up their weapons and return to their positions, and everyone else prepares for battle!"

"Hoo!!"

"Hoo!!"

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Seven ballistae are neatly lined up, lubricating butter fills the entire trough, next to each ballista stands three slaves, two are responsible for positioning and firing, one is responsible for loading, and all the remaining slaves, including the newly formed "musket team" of a thousand goblins, are all handcuffed and shackled into the big dormitory, who knows what these guys with limited loyalty will do?

Throw the spears all together and give them to the Anglo warriors, there is no way they can't use bows and arrows, the muskets haven't even touched the doorway, and the spears are the only long-range weapons they can use!

Hannibal now regrets that he should have brought back the twelve ballistae that had been left in Camp Howard, but now it was better that they were ready to attack him!

In the past few days, the number of Anglo warriors who had been killed and wounded in the past few days had dropped from more than 12,000 to more than 1,500. And there are at least a thousand with minor injuries.

Although the sparrows are small, the goblins are short, and the ants bite the elephant to death!

More than 40,000 adult male goblins, armed with various weapons, walked in scattered steps, to Hannibal's fortress, killing, from a distance, quite spectacular, a green ocean,

"Lord Wang!" shouted an Anglo warrior sentry as he slid down the vines at the top of the watchtower, breathing heavily, "Forty miles of hills ahead, a large army of goblins is coming! ”

Marcus's face suddenly sank.

"Come on, come on!" said Hannibal, smiling, holding a water bag full of wine in his mouth, and shouting to the warriors around him, clad in armor and guns.

The mournful sound of the horns brought the entire fortress into action.

The Viking warriors who were patrolling outside were all recalled.

Evacuation and pre-war preparations are proceeding in an orderly manner.

The Anglo warriors, who did not receive the spear, cut off the branches one by one, cut the front into a diagonal point, and made a makeshift throwing spear.

The more than 200 Anglo warriors who were attacked by sneak attack, and who were seriously wounded, held a shield in their left hand and a stone hammer in their right, and probed their brains, and also wanted to come up to help, but were kicked in the ass by Hannibal several times and drove back.

"Whoever dares to show his head again, I'll incite whom!" said Hannibal.

Stuart clutched his shoulders and walked out of the hospital room weakly.

Hannibal's nose sounded: "Well、、、、、、、、"

Then he lowered his head slightly, looked at Stewart out of the corner of his eye, and then pulled out the dagger in his hand, and threw his left and right hands alternately.

"Hehe、、、 I'll go back, I'll go back to recuperate!Hehe, don't be angry!" Stewart leaned against the wall, his smile stiff and fell back.

Jobs on the side, holding two dragon spears between his elbows, covered his mouth and snickered, this smile was even more ugly、、、

The dry wind brought up a cigarette.

Hannibal's 3,000 Viking warriors and more than 10,000 Anglo warriors were all lying quietly on the city wall, some people didn't even dare to breathe, some people looked indifferent, most of the 3,000 people under Hannibal's command were still newcomers who had never been on the battlefield, and it could be seen from their age that there were very few people like Stewart who crawled out of the pile of dead, less than 100 people, for many people, Hannibal, who participated in the Ottoman war not long ago, had more battlefield experience than them.

Jobs was left alone with two rusty seven-meter-long dragon lances standing in front of the gate of the fortress, and Hannibal gave him the only set of plate armor, but this set of Byzantine-style heavy cavalry plate armor was worn on Jobs's body, and the belly button was exposed.

The protective effect of the armor from high to low is - plate armor - heavy armor - slightly heavy armor - chain mail (chain mail) - light armor - leather armor (well, that's how it is set)!

"This army has come and stopped at three miles, and more than a thousand cavalry are rushing to this side. This was the last message that was fed back to Hannibal.

"Cavalry?" Hannibal's expression became a little funny. When did the goblins have cavalry? Could it be that he had forgotten the goblin goat cavalry from the mouth of the Anglo warriors who fled back yesterday?

The wait was long, and Hannibal's neck was long, and at last 200 horsemen and horses came from afar on the undulating flat ground, and a thin flag fluttered lightly in the cold wind.

Riding a high-stilted goat, which is a highland specialty, it is much larger than the average goat and has long legs, this kind of goat is not suitable for charging, but it can be ridden on all kinds of rough terrain, dangerous and steep mountains as if walking on flat ground (I don't know if you have ever seen goats moving on the edge of a cliff, but I have seen them anyway). Slowly walked into Hannibal's field of vision.

The goats were covered with messy hair, the goblins were unsaddled, and sat almost bare-bottomed on the goat's back, and they all had a sparsely curly beard on their current horses. Through the beard, you can clearly see the green skin that looks like mold spots.

They were small and bloated, and their mud-colored eyes were full of cunning. Each goblin is covered with simple but used chain mail—a piece of armor made of tendons and some old pieces of metal, which are effective against arrows and counteract a certain amount of blunt weapon damage in hand-to-hand combat.

The goblins were each holding a metal-tipped spear with a shining wooden handle, and a disgusting stench wafted over them, a disgusting smell that seemed to bind all the filth of the world and only needed a little to burrow into their noses. It is greasy and greasy from the nose to the brain.

When did the goblins also play with mass cavalry? Didn't they only play with muskets, and Hannibal on the city wall almost suspected that his sight was wrong.

The stench is the goblin's calling card. No creature on the entire continent has this indescribable stench, not even cockroaches in the sewers.

The old Del goblins at the front were obviously the patriarchs and elders of the various tribes, and their waists were straight, very similar to the old patriarch Moilima, whom Hannibal had met several times.

Seeing a squinted giant man with a metal "belly pocket" wearing a metal "belly pocket" with a height of nearly three meters, the most important thing is to show his navel, looking at them dumbfounded, one of these patriarchs has a reluctant expression (mainly for fear of being accidentally stepped on by Jobs with poor eyesight) slowly drove the mount under his crotch, approached and nodded to Jobs.

"What's the matter with us??" Jobs's muffled voice sounded.

"Outsider, I am the representative of the ten goblin tribes within a radius of five hundred miles, and let your leader come out and speak. The leading goblin said in a haughty tone.

The goblin wore a silk Western-style robe covered with a new and new heavy armor, no helmet, and held a banner of gray linen depicting two muskets crossing.

This pattern is a bit abstract and the painting is a lot of work with the big ** topographic map, so that Hannibal on the city wall rolled his eyes and looked at it for a long time before he finally saw a little connotation.

"I am!, if you have something to say, if you fart, let it go!" said Hannibal, crying and laughing, standing up and stepping on the wall with one foot on the wall, looking condescendingly at the goblin leader.