At the gate of Runa Village, the enthusiastic villagers who volunteered to stay behind were busy.

The village chief's son, Xi'an, acted as the commander, and under his command, the villagers brought in large and small stones and were building a rudimentary stone wall. Probably wanting to rely on this stone wall as a fortification, and fight to the death against the invading Holy Legion.

Looking at the circle of wooden fences surrounding the village, Pan Long sighed and did not go over to help.

He felt that this was a pure waste of time and effort, not to mention that this temporary stone wall had no defensive power at all, even if a composite concrete wall of the three-defense project in the previous life was here, what was the use?

The soldiers of the Holy Legion can't break through your walls, can't they tear down the fences?

But he didn't want to say these frustrating things to the villagers, and the people of the Northland understood one thing - if your words don't help things, then you'd better shut up and save some effort to keep the slaughter.

The problem of the emptiness of the defense of the village of Luna is unsolvable, and it is in vain to talk about it. In that case, why would he waste his spirit and at the same time break the morale of his teammates?

That must be in the brain.

"I'm going to go out and scout again. He asked, "Are there any horses in the village?" I remember yesterday when I entered the village and saw horses coming. ”

The villagers looked at each other, and after a while, Xi'an replied, "The horses in the village have been distributed to them to carry dry food......

Pan Long was a little speechless—he had expected to keep at least one to serve as a scout's mount.

(Alas, after all, it's a group of peasants who have never fought before, I shouldn't have demanded so much from them!)

He collected his mood for a moment, and then asked, "Is there any suitable place near the village that could be used as a lookout?"

The hunter Kim thought for a moment and said, "Ten miles to the south, there is a mountain cliff, which is quite high. ”

Pan Long looked at him without saying a word, just looked at it for a few seconds, and saw that he turned his head and didn't dare to look at himself, so he sighed: "The enemy is coming from the west, and the scouts go to the cliff ten miles to the south, what can they see?"

Kim was dumbfounded.

(This is no longer the level of rookies, they are simply vegetables! even rookies can eat them as food!)

This time, Pan Long couldn't even sigh.

He began to think that perhaps it was not a wise choice for him to stay and fight alongside the villagers.

...... He should have been promoted yesterday and ran to find the Holy Legion overnight, sneaked into the barracks at night, killed a horse pistol, and tried to see if he could directly assassinate the "Holy One" Thleus.

If you fail, then simply fight them to the death.

Anyway, he can't die, he rolls his eyes and stares, but it's clean.

He could have really tried it at the time, but he didn't want to.

Stealth assassination is not as exciting as a frontal kill!

Moreover, it is not enough to meet a bastard like Thles who takes pleasure in slaughtering civilians, and just killing him. Not only to kill him, but also to kill him fiercely, while trampling his pride and honor on the ground, so that everyone can see his appearance of liver and brain, and die without honor and dignity, it is refreshing and happy enough!

One word, step on, stomp hard, stomp on death, trample to death!

If this world were reality, then he would never dare to do what he wanted. After all, if you succeed in taking the head of a general, if you succeed, you will definitely die a miserable, miserable, miserable death!

Hundreds of people, one person and one knife, can chop him into a puddle of lean meat filling, and he can directly take it to the Shilipo black shop as an ingredient.

But this is the world opened up by the fragments of the Mountains and Seas, and death in this world has no effect on his true body.

In that case, why not choose a solution that makes you feel happy?

Anyway, even if he dies unfortunately, it is nothing more than the things on his body falling off, and there will be a complete "big explosion", returning to reality with a posture comparable to that of a baby's newborn. Now he doesn't have any treasures on him, and if it explodes, it will explode, are you still afraid that your father and grandfather will see that you are naked?

People, knowing that they will not die, they will naturally be bold. Among those gamers at the beginning, most of them dared to operate to the limit and take all kinds of bosses. But if you let these brave people in the game run to fight people in reality...... He remembers that once two groups of people grabbed the boss in the online game and turned their faces, and everyone made an appointment to PK in real life, but no one on either side went, only a few of them were curious spectators, and the few members of the "Reckless Crossing the Earth" guild who volunteered to be notaries, a group of people stupidly ran to the park and basked in the sun for half an hour......

Well, just think of the world opened up by the fragments of mountains and seas, it's a VR game.

With this in mind, he decided to unite with the villagers of Runa Village today to play a big game together, giving the Frese Empire and the Monotheistic Cult a lesson that will never be forgotten.

Now, he finds that he thinks too well about the situation.

These Runa villagers are indeed quite courageous, but they have no brains!

(Oops, I'm glad I had breakfast, otherwise my stomach would have hurt!)

Silently cleaning up his mood, Pan Long reluctantly changed his plan.

"If I were you, find a place where you could hide - be careful, this place must be fireproof, otherwise if the enemy sets fire to the village, you will be burned alive no matter how well you hide. ”

The villagers looked at each other, and Xi'an couldn't help but ask, "What about this wall?"

"Keep it, maybe I'll need it. ”

"Aren't you hiding?" asked Xi'an.

"Somebody has to stay. Pan Long waved his hand and motioned for them to leave, "I'll go to the front and see where the enemy is." Hopefully, by the time I get back, you'll all be in hiding. ”

After saying that, without waiting for the villagers to answer, he took a big stride and walked west along the main road.

Because of the increased movement speed of the Rogue skill, his speed is faster than last night, and now he only needs to increase his pace slightly, which is similar to when a normal war horse trots, and his mobility has improved significantly.

He stopped and went, occasionally climbing up to the treetops on the side of the road and looking into the distance. After a while, I saw the barracks of the Frese Army.

The barracks are still in place and look like they are being put in order. The tents were still erected, and many soldiers were busy, gathering up the tents, loading them into their cars, and preparing to go.

Judging by this stance, they will probably set off after lunch. Because of the baggage, the march will not be very fast, but no matter how slow it is, it will always arrive in an hour.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning, which means that the village of Luna still has three to four hours to make final preparations.

Such a long time is obviously not enough, it is better to say ...... No amount of time is enough.

He estimated that there were sixty or seventy people in the Frese army he saw alone. Coupled with the fact that the "Holy One" Theras, who was still resting, for example, was still in the golden-roofed tent, the enemy's forces still had an overwhelming advantage.

The key is that Runa Village is too weak, if it is replaced by Dingfeng Town...... If it is replaced by Dingfeng Town, it will probably be men, women and children going into battle together, going to counterattack the Frese Empire, and try "The emperor will take turns to do it, and he will come to my house this year".

As for Thles and the Holy Legion, they were probably just a fly they swatted to death on the way......

It's a pity that Pan Long doesn't know how to call reinforcements such as "Wang's Army", and he can't call the Northland villagers who are full of martial virtues, and his "comrades-in-arms" are just a group of laymen who are speechless.

The village chief, who has been a soldier, may know some skills in marching and fighting, but his hair is gray, and his grandson is several years old, so can he not let this old man go into battle to kill the enemy?

Are you kidding!

After thinking about it, Pan Long felt that he still had to carry out his previous plan.

"The tricks that the ancestors have said over and over again in some of the storytelling stories, and the thirty-six strategies have been seriously recorded, so it will be somewhat useful. He said to himself, "If it's useless, I don't have a problem, I can only kill as much as I want." ”

It is impossible to fight an army with the strength of one person, and there is no overwhelming superiority in its own force, without playing some tricks. As for the trick, the trick is screwed...... What can be done then? Kong Ming died of exhaustion in Wuzhang Plain, Zu Ti was unable to recover the Central Plains until he died, and Wen Tianxiang waited until the end and did not wait for the opportunity to flee again and raise an army against the Yuan...... The former sages are still like this, and failure is always inevitable.

He did his best, and that was enough.

After all, he's just a mortal, not a savior.

After thinking about it like this, he originally had some unsteady heart, so he let it go.

Back in the village of Runa, he saw the villagers gathered behind the rudimentary stone wall, which was only half a man high.

"Why don't you hide?" he asked.

The villagers looked at him, and their eyes were full of worry and uneasiness.

Pan Long immediately understood - although they were ready to sacrifice, they were still afraid after all.

"Don't worry. He said, "Let's hide and divide the dry food and the spears that we prepared yesterday." Wait a minute, if I fight them, you can light the spear and throw it out. ”

"Does this work?" asked the village chief, who had already come behind the stone wall.

Pan Long said: "It will be somewhat useful." ”

The village chief nodded, instructed the villagers to divide the things, and then went to hide.

After only a while, they hid.

Pan Long took a closer look and made sure he couldn't see them from outside the village, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Very well!" he cried out, "everyone just hide it and don't come out." Wait for the Holy Legion to come, and after we fight, you can do it. Remember, we must wait until we fight!"

"Okay!" someone replied from afar.

Pan Long sighed: "Don't speak! Remember! For you, concealment is the best armor!"

"Okay!" replied the other man.

Pan Long felt a little pain in his stomach, and he was glad that he had let the villagers hide in advance, otherwise he suspected that he would not be able to resist beating people.

"So be it, I'll wait here for them to come...... You don't have to wait long, maybe two or three more hours. ”

"Okay!"

"Come on!"

This time, it was two people who spoke together.

Before Pan Long could answer, the village chief's voice rang out first: "Shut up, you all shut up! Didn't you hear Mr. Pan tell everyone to 'don't talk'!"

(I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it, I didn't hear anything!)

Pan Long sighed, too lazy to say anything more. I sat down on a rock, closed my eyes, and silently recited the words of self-deception, pretending that I really hadn't heard anything.

He still has to carefully sort out his own schemes, and he has no strength to quarrel with this group of rookies!