Late at night, except for the bright lights on the side of the industrial area, there are no pedestrians on the streets.

After Lydia and Buxiao watched the two Korsunians leave at the gates, Finks quietly appeared, "Do you want me to follow them?" ”

"They don't threaten." He didn't smile and waved his hand, and his tone seemed a little sad, "The threat is closing in on them." ”

Finks and Lydia looked confused.

Bu smiled and prompted: "Sixteen days." ”

The two suddenly remembered: Sixteen days have passed since the blessing ceremony of the people of Kolson. According to estimates, they have now reached the vicinity of Manniu Village.

Don't smile and look up at the sky, "I hope I didn't meet it." ”

"You mean the ones who attacked? I don't think so. Lydia sighed lightly, "Such a poor person should get some good luck." ”

"You can't leave your fate to luck." Don't smile and look solemn.

Early the next morning, Lydia went to the blacksmith's workshop to pick up weapons. The Korsons were adept at flying forks and blowing arrows, so Lydia carefully chose a small round shield that was light.

"Such a small shield can't even cover the upper half of the body." Rowling couldn't help but complain as she handed her the shield.

Lydia picked up her shield and looked at its thickness, "If it's just a normal enemy, I don't need a shield. But in the face of long-range weapons, then it is necessary to compromise. ”

"Can it defend against long-range weapons?" Rowling's face was skeptical.

"I can't." Lydia smiled, "But I can make it work." ”

As she spoke, she fastened the shield to the vice, drew a sketch with paint, and then took a wire drill and other tools to inlay several fingernail-sized soul stones in three places around the shield. Then she took out her hammer and inscription cone, patiently dipped it in the powder of the soul stone, and tapped it along the path of the sketch for half an hour, inscribed three circles of inconspicuous inscriptions on the shield.

Lydia took off the shield and put it on her arm, and sealed her left hand, and those soul chip symbols emitted faint soul flames. The soul flames gradually converged along the path of the inscription, and finally activated the three soul stones. An ice-blue spherical barrier instantly appeared in the air, shining her safely inside.

Rowling was stunned for a long time, "You actually know soul arts!" Oh my God, I thought you were just a warrior! ”

"Basically every warrior understands this technique, and those who don't understand it are already dead." Lydia smiled as the Plastic Sisters, "This is the 'Arcane Barrier', and although it's simple, it can defend against hidden weapons. ”

"Is it just a dark guard?" Rowling hadn't realized its value yet.

Lydia snickered, "Have you forgotten that 'bullets' are also a hidden weapon?" ”

Rowling was shocked: "So it's useless to build guns in this world?" ”

Almost every time-traveler who came to this world wanted to build some guns and ammunition, thinking that in this way they could conquer the world and become the hegemon. Unfortunately, at least half of the people will find that they cannot match the gunpowder that is more powerful than the gunpowder, and some of the remaining people will find that they cannot make the barrel, rifling, trigger, and cartridge case.

For a long time, the "guns" made by the traversers were more like firecrackers stuffed in pipes. Until one day, someone suddenly gave up the firing pin and primer ignition method, and instead directly filled the soul chips and used the soul magic as a trigger trigger, which made the world's first revolver.

Unfortunately, its range is still only about 50 meters.

Even more unfortunate: a year before the invention of this gun, the "Arcane Barrier" was developed.

Looking at Rowling's look of being on the verge of crying, Lydia had already guessed that this mischievous little creature must be secretly tinkering with guns. Lydia touched her head and comforted, "I have no objection to you researching machine guns in this world, but you must first understand this world, abide by the rules of this world, and integrate into this world. ”

Rowling sniffed and looked at Lydia pitifully.

"Speak well, don't be cute." Lydia patted her on the head, "In the past, those 'Tiandu people' just thought they had technology beyond this era, and forcibly applied the successful experience of their previous lives. Dreaming of conquering the world all day long, he ended up conquering the world. ”

Rowling rubbed her head and nodded, "Then I'll give up making firearms." ”

"Don't go to extremes." Lydia patted her chest, "Sister, I'm called the 'Princess of Firearms' because I'm good at firearms. You only need to understand this soul technique to know that it has weaknesses. ”

As she spoke, Lydia motioned for the soldiers to shoot arrows at her. As the bow and arrow passed through the barrier, Rowling was surprised to find that it suddenly changed the direction of its flight and plunged straight into the ground as if it had been slapped by an invisible hand.

"Look, it can't destroy the hidden weapon, it just accelerates the fall." Lydia pointed to the tail of the arrow on the ground, "If you shoot an arrow from a high place, this soul technique will be useless. ”

Rowling nodded slightly, curiously picked up a wooden stick, and carefully touched the barrier. I thought there would be some reaction, but the stick passed through without hindrance. This emboldened her, and she tried to touch it with her fingers, only to find that she could walk into the barrier without hindrance.

"You're so smart." Lydia touched her head again in encouragement, "This barrier is useless against slow, heavy objects. Therefore, it cannot defend against melee attacks, and heavy spear throwing and stone throwing have no effect. ”

Rowling looked at the ice-blue hemispheric barrier curiously, "What if you change to a more powerful soul magician?" ”

"No matter how powerful a soul magician is, it's the same." "But they'll use more sophisticated soul techniques, like a force field shield and six screens to resist heavier objects. In siege warfare, the blessing of a soul sorcerer may be more important than the city walls. ”

Rowling's little head was filled with great confusion.

"Soul art is not magic." Lydia waved her hand to remove the barrier, "A person's soul power is extremely low, just like a match, it is not possible to use it directly to cook rice. But matches can light firewood to cook rice, and we can also drive soul stones to induce greater power. ”

Seeing that Rowling seemed to understand something, Lydia pointed to the inscription on the shield again: "Inscriptions, spells, and mudras are all ways to use power. You can think of the soul stone as gasoline, the inscription as a car, and the person as the car key. How fast the car runs depends on the design of the car, not how many times the keys twist or how much gas you refuel. ”

Rowling nodded understandingly, "So you're just a trigger." ”

When it comes to the technical term "trigger", it is Lydia's turn to feel at a loss. And at this time, the bell of the observatory suddenly pierced the sky!

The army of the Korsun people is coming!

Lydia hurried to the barracks to assemble her soldiers, and the neatly draped Red Pavilion army quickly lined up outside the city walls, ready to resist the attack of the Korsuns.

To the rhythm of bark drums, the Korsun warriors, dressed in animal skins and holding steel forks, chanted the mantras of their ancestors scattered out of the woods. An old man with a staff in his hand sat in a giant bird's nest, carried to the front of the array like a moon of stars, and behind him several tamed demon wolves were howling.

With the bark drum "Da Da Ta Ta - Da Da! With a bang, the Korsun warrior stopped.

That old man was none other than one of the three blessed leaders, the Elder of the Voodoo Sect: Ramon.

He thought that bringing so many people over to level a small village would be as easy as turning over a pie, but he didn't expect that the dilapidated village reported by the raid party a few days ago would have tall walls and majestic troops.

At a glance: there is an iron shield and a strong crossbow in front, and a spear and axe in the back, the banner is clear, the swords and guns are neat, the cold light is shining, and the murderous atmosphere is high. The military flags were unfurled on the city wall, a trench was dug on the outside of the city wall, and horses were placed on the road. Seeing that Ramon's heart was furious, he didn't dare to rush forward, so he sent a herald to call for battle: "Elder Ramon shouted that someone from the other side should come and talk!" ”

This arrogant guy obviously didn't know that he was walking through the gates of hell just now.

Compared with Buxiao, Lydia is a person with status: the eighth seat of the Holy Cross Army of the Divine Capital, the commander of the Templar Honor Guard, although it is only a false name, but on the battlefield it still strictly follows the war etiquette of this world: the two countries do not fight each other, and the two armies do not hurt the order.

If you change to lead the army without laughing, I'm afraid that the guy will be shot into a hedgehog by Finx as soon as he speaks.

The herald shouted twice but no one answered, and when he was about to shout a third time, the war drums suddenly thundered on the city wall. Lydia burst into battle in a battle dress, with a round shield in hand, and a spear on her shoulder, riding a landerbird. In an instant, there were three earth-shattering cheers from the military formation!

Seeing that it was a young female knight, Elder Ramon waved his hand with disgust on his face, "Go back, I won't talk to stupid little kids." ”

Lydia glanced at him sympathetically, "It's okay, I can talk to stupid little kids."

Cruise laughed low, and couldn't help but laugh out loud at the moment. His loud voice led to a burst of laughter, and the leader's face became even more ugly. I saw him slap his lips and make a strange "purr" sound, and those barbarian warriors immediately pulled out the bamboo pipe on their waists and put it to their mouths.

Blow arrows!

Lydia had already taken precautions, stretched out the arcane barrier and retreated into the formation, dozens of shields behind her were raised at the same time, stacked like fish scales, and guarded the back row tightly. Although the blow-arrows struck like locusts, they could only turn into the clanging sound of shields.

"Crossbowman, return fire!" Lydia gave the order, and dozens of shooters popped up on the city wall.

They raised their brand-new ballistas and pulled the triggers at the same time, and a hail-like volley caught the blowgun warriors off guard.

Where can the range of a blow arrow catch up with a bow and crossbow?

For a while, the dead died, the wounded wounded, and the ground was full of corpses in the wail.

Elder Ramon did not expect such an ambush, and hastily ordered a retreat, and in the confusion another volley flew from the city wall.

Most of the Korsun warriors wore only leather armor, and their leather armor consisted only of a thick layer of skin on the front and a few straps on the back. When they fled with their backs to the enemy, they were like wild boars and became targets for activity.

There were also a few unlucky people who didn't run fast enough to even be wild boars, and were shot into several porcupines in a rain of arrows.

The remaining Korsun warriors fled for their lives with their armor abandoned, leaving behind a dozen corpses to escape the range of their crossbow arrows, and re-positioned themselves under the scolding of the stupid Elder Ramon.