"Big man, bring me the prisoner," Murong Xiaotian waved to the barbarian soldier after Colonel Changsheng left.
This prisoner was the company commander of the cavalry regiment guarding Heifengkou. Murong Xiaotian personally asked Colonel Changsheng to capture him.
Again, if you want to survive and complete your mission, you must know yourself and your enemy, and you must understand the situation of the Moros.
Obviously, the benchmark for completing the mission is not the Battle of Black Wind. It is not aimed at guarding Black Wind Pass, nor does it end with the destruction of the two cavalry regiments of the Moro tribe.
Then, it is very necessary to understand the situation of the Moro tribe.
"Okay!"
The big man walked out, and not long after, he picked up someone in his hand, and with a "bump", he threw it in front of Murong Xiaotian.
The Moro cavalry company commander, who was a so-called fourth-level martial arts practitioner in the ancient continent, was tied up like a rice dumpling and could never break free.
"Tell me, which family of the Moro tribe do you belong to?"
The Moros are different from the Gale Empire in that they are a race ruled by family power.
The entire Moro area is ruled by four major families, which are also known as the four major Moro tribes in the ancient continent.
Each of these four major families is divided into foreign families and internal families.
But it does not mean that people from the inner clan are members of the same clan, and people from outside clans are members of other clans.
The Moro people value force more than the Gale Empire. The inner clan and the foreign clan are completely determined by their strength. According to the news Murong Xiaotian heard, every one of the four major Moro families is a martial arts practitioner.
Moreover, there is a very strict hierarchy, and the level of status is completely determined by the strength of the children of the inner clan.
Moreover, it is said that every three years, the Moro people will select some outstanding talents from the foreign tribes to join the internal tribe to learn martial arts.
But Murong Xiaotian didn't know the specific situation. After all, it was because of the war between the Moros and the Gale Empire for many years that he heard something about the Moros.
"snort!"
The Moro man snorted coldly and looked at Murong Xiaotian coldly.
"A tough talk, right?"
Murong Xiaotian smiled evilly and refused to talk to him. He flipped his wrist and the Great Desolate Blade appeared in his hand. With a "pop", it plunged into the captive's thigh.
"kindness!"
I really didn't expect that this guy was still a tough guy. Although the pain caused sweat to break out on his forehead, this guy just said "yes" in a low voice and actually glared at Murong Xiaotian.
"Hey! It's quite bearable, isn't it?"
Murong Xiaotian smiled even more evilly. He had many ways to deal with NPCs, and he had tried them repeatedly. He stepped on one of this guy's hands, chopped off one of his fingers with a swipe of his dagger.
"Ah! If you have the ability, you can kill me and use despicable and despicable methods. How can you be considered a hero?" On the guy's forehead, beads of sweat began to fall down.
"Who said I am a hero? Don't you know that being a hero will lead to death faster?" Murong Xiaotian laughed, then his face darkened, and he said sinisterly and evilly: "Listen, I won't talk nonsense to you, I
If I ask you a question, you'd better answer it obediently.
One sentence; otherwise, I will chop off your fingers one by one, and then gouge out your eyes; I will not let you die so happily, I will slowly peel off your skin inch by inch.
Peel it off, okay, let me ask you now, which family do you belong to?"
Looking at it coldly, I saw that this guy's eyes began to flicker, revealing a gleam of fear, and he had completely lost the arrogance he had just now.
However, there was still some hesitation and he kept silent. Murong Xiaotian chopped it with his knife without thinking.
"Wait a moment!"
The guy yelled hurriedly, and Murong Xiaotian immediately stopped his hand and smiled sinisterly.
This guy's psychological defense has completely collapsed.
"I, I said, will you really let me go?"
"Of course, whether you live or die depends on your performance!"
"Okay, I said, I belong to the Lietu family." This time, the Moro prisoner answered quickly.
"How many families are there in total attacking the Gale Empire this time?"
The Moro prisoner was stunned for a moment, and then said with some disdain: "Do we need several more families to attack the Gale Empire? We have the strength of one family in Lietu, which is enough."
If you were a veteran of the Gale Empire, you would never ask such a question.
Anyone who is a veteran knows that what separates the Gale Empire from the Moro Beimang Mountain is the area ruled by the Lietu family of the Moro tribe.
For many years, the only opponent the Gale Empire had fought in Beimang Mountain was the Lietu family, one of the four major Moro families.
Because the Moros are different from the Gale Empire, they are a family force. Once a war begins, the entire family will join the army; every adult can go into battle to kill the enemy.
When Murong Xiaotian entered the Ancient Continent, he became the company commander of a company of new recruits. How much did these new recruits know? Since he didn't know these things at all, Murong Xiaotian naturally had no way of asking.
In his imagination, the Moluo people could defeat the Gale Empire with just the strength of their clan. They could only parry but had no power to fight back. It was simply impossible, and that was why he asked this question.
"Forehead!"
Now it was Murong Xiaotian's turn to be stunned. He didn't even expect that the Moro people would be so powerful.
After thinking for a moment, he then asked: "How many troops did you Moros send out in total this time?"
"I'm not sure about this!" The Moro prisoner shook his head.
"You won't say it, right?"
Murong Xiaotian smiled coldly and raised the dagger again.
"How can I, a small lieutenant company commander, know the total strength of the troops? I only know that we, as the vanguard, seize the Black Wind Pass, and the follow-up troops gathered at the Nucang River to prepare to cross the river, there are at least 10 regiments or more
."
"Click!"
Murong Xiaotian's heart sank suddenly. He never imagined that the Moro people would have such a large number of troops.
Once they are all drawn out, even though the location of Heifengkou is very dangerous, with so many troops rushing out in a queue, the 1,000 men of the 18th New Regiment can be exhausted.
Now it seems that the fate of himself and the 18th New Regiment has become uncertain again, and his mission has become elusive again.
Your uncle, is this also called a super lucky mission? Murong Xiaotian doesn’t feel the slightest bit lucky at all.
"Are you a member of the Lietu family or an outside clan?"
"How am I qualified to become a member of the inner tribe? In our Moro tribe, disciples of the inner tribe rarely join the army..."
"How did you cross the Nucang River? Is there a bridge built there?"
"That's right..."
"..."
Murong Xiaotian asked all the questions he could think of, but the lieutenant commander of the Moro Cavalry didn't know much.
After all, he was only a low-level officer in the Moro army and a foreign member of the Lietu family.
"Brother, thank you for your hard work!"
After thinking about it, he couldn't ask anything. Murong Xiaotian reached out and patted this guy on the shoulder, and the blade of the ancient world turned and pierced his heart.
Damn it, why keep it? You still have to take care of the food and give preferential treatment to the captives. This simply won't work in Murong Xiaotian's place.
"puff!"
With one blow, the Moro soldier was not stabbed to death. Although there was no indication of his health, Murong Xiaotian did not expect that this guy's vitality was quite tenacious.
"Ah! Despicable, shameless!"
The Moro prisoner's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed incomparable horror and fear, as if he had seen a devil. His whole face was twisted in pain, but he still cursed.
"Swear it, this is your last chance," Murong Xiaotian didn't care, with an evil smile on his face.
The prehistoric blade in his hand stabbed down continuously, and he quickly hit the target.
It took five or six cuts to kill the Moro soldiers. Thinking about it, it was quite embarrassing.
After wiping the Primordial Blade on the prisoner's clothes, Murong Xiaotian said to the people around him: "Take it away and bury it."
But suddenly he seemed to remember something, waved his hand and said: "Wait!"
Damn it, the body didn't disappear, how could I have forgotten this?
Of course, the NPCs in this ancient continent are completely different from the NPC soldiers in the cities of the Tiandao system. They may not disappear at all, but no matter what, you have to try the 'universal collection technique', right?
You must know that this is the only super lucky mission in the entire South Africa region, and this ancient continent is very likely to be the only chance for you to enter. It is even the only possibility for all players in Tiandao.
Then, what can be obtained here is likely to be something that is not available outside the ancient continent.
Naturally, Murong Xiaotian would not give up any possibility.
"Crack!"
As soon as he raised his hand, a 'universal collection technique' flew up, showing that it could be collected. Murong Xiaotian was immediately happy. It was just a little short of it! It was possible that he had missed an exclusive item that could only be found in the ancient continent.
"Liuzi, tell me, before you bury the enemy's corpses, bring them to me. Oh, forget about the ones that have been buried!" Murong Xiaotian added.
Damn it, we can’t let them dig out the buried Moro soldiers, right?
Besides, the soldiers of the two cavalry regiments of the Moros were wiped out, a total of two thousand people. Even if half of them were buried, there were still a thousand soldiers. No matter how rare the things that could be collected were, even if they were among the ancient continent's
There is no external pad at all, but it is enough for use, right?
"yes!"
Liu Zi left the arrangement and went!
"Pop!"
Just by flying out two universal collection skills, you will gain something.
It looks like a charm that the Yan family brothers of the Chinese NPC government can refine...
Divine Weapon Brand Soldier Cultivation Talisman, valid for 180 minutes.
"Forehead!"
Murong Xiaotian stretched out his hand to touch his nose and smiled bitterly.
Damn, it is indeed unique outside the ancient continent. It is so weird that I can’t even figure out what its use is.
However, if you think about it, your mission is the ancient weapon god contract, and what kind of magic weapon branding grid is this? There seems to be some connection between the two, right?
Intuitively, Murong Xiaotian felt that as long as he completed the contract mission of the God of War, this thing would definitely come in handy.
"Swipe!"
Two more 'Universal Gathering Techniques' flew out, but there was nothing. Murong Xiaotian knew that either there was nothing left to dig out from the bodies of the Moro soldiers, or his skill level was not high enough, and there was nothing left to collect anymore.
That makes sense.
"Carry it away! Next one!" Murong Xiaotian waved his hand.
"Swipe!" Another one.
"Let's go!"
Obviously, only one piece can be collected from the corpse of an NPC soldier from the ancient continent.
When the 18 new soldiers saw Murong Xiaotian's strange behavior, they were all confused and surprised, but no one asked.
It was the thief boss who gave them hope of living. Now Murong Xiaotian only has absolute obedience and sincere respect in their hearts.
In total, more than 800 Divine Weapon Brand Soldier Cultivation Talismans were collected. Only then did Murong Xiaotian say to Liu Zi again: "Liu Zi, let all the company commanders come over for a meeting!"
We have to do something, we can't just stick here.
Murong Xiaotian knew very well that the soldiers recruited by the empire still nominally belonged to the four famous houses of the Gale Empire.
No matter how beautifully I fought this battle, or how much Marshal Chamberlain admired me, it could not change this fact.
Even if the Tianhu Legion sends troops to support this place, it is absolutely impossible to replace them before the 18th New Regiment is fully equipped.
This matter cannot be changed by Marshal Chamberlain. This is the strategy of the imperial family and no one dares to violate it.
Therefore, the 18th New Regiment had no choice, either to die here or to hold on until the Moros withdrew.
Soon, the captains of the second company, the third company, the fourth company, the sixth son, Xiao Wu, and the commander of the armored company all rushed over quickly. Everyone looked at Murong Xiaotian in a completely different way.
A new regiment destroyed nearly two Moro light cavalry regiments with almost no damage, which was unique in the Gale Empire.
Murong Xiaotian has occupied an irreplaceable position in their hearts.
"The Moro people have already assembled their forces by the Nucang River. According to the prisoners, they have no less than a division's strength."
Murong Xiaotian is not verbose at all, nor does he beat around the bush, he gets to the point directly.
"Oh my god, 10 regiments can even consume our 18th new regiment."
Everyone present took a deep breath.
"A division is not terrible. As long as the method is right, they can be eliminated. The key is the bridge on the Nucang River." Murong Xiaotian glanced at the faces of several people and continued: "From now on,
The whole team is mobilized, in
At the exit of Heifengkou, dig a trench forty meters wide and ten meters deep for me; among the armaments sent by the armaments department, there are a thousand sets of bows.
Refers to: "As long as the bamboo is peeled, there will be plenty of it."
"Yes, the regiment commander is still smart. The width of the black wind is only five meters. They can only come out with 10 people at a time. If they want to come over, they have to find a way to cross the trench. But we are waiting for work and just shoot arrows. There will be no loss in strength at all.
A loss," the second company commander nodded in admiration.
"Well, so if they charge hard, they will queue up and jump off the trench to die. Therefore, they have only one way, either to put a ladder on the trench or to transport sand and gravel to fill the trench."
Speaking of this, Murong Xiaotian showed an evil smile: "The Black Wind Canyon is more than ten miles long. Whether it is transporting sand and gravel to fill the trench or transporting materials to build a ladder, it will take time; if we destroy that
A bridge, and then set fire to their food, hey, what do you think will happen?"
"Haha, we have to transport sand and gravel from the Black Wind Canyon, which is more than ten miles long and only five meters wide, and we have to fill in the trench under the attack of our bows and arrows. We don't have three to five days to complete it.
Don't even think you can do it," the third company commander laughed.
"It is not difficult to build a ladder to reach the sky. However, the Black Wind Pass is originally narrow, and there are not many soldiers who can line up side by side. If we add the difficulty of crossing the trench with the ladder, it will be very easy for us to defend, let alone three or five days.
It won't be a problem to guard it for ten days and a half," the fourth company commander added.
"So, as long as we destroy the bridge, cut off their retreat, burn the food, and cut off their supplies, we will definitely win. Haha, let alone three or five days, we can defeat them without food for two days.
They all fell down from hunger," Liu Zi also laughed.
"It's not that complicated. Once the bridge is destroyed and the food is burned, the Moro people will be in a state of chaos and will have no time to take care of themselves. How can they bother to attack the Black Wind Pass? This is called subduing the enemy without fighting," Murong Xiaotian smiled evilly.
, and said something that only exists in the real world.
"Captain, please leave this task to us," the commander of the second company puffed up his chest and looked at the commander of the third company and then at the commander of the fourth company.
The third and fourth company commanders did not speak, they both nodded silently.
"No, this matter is extremely dangerous and affects the life and death of our entire group. I will only take the big man with me."
"How can that be possible? You are the leader of a group..."
"No need to say any more," Murong Xiaotian waved his hand decisively and said with an unusually firm attitude: "Since I am the leader of the 18th Regiment, I have to be responsible for the lives of every brother in the 18th Regiment. I am not here
At that time, the sixth son will temporarily act as the leader."
"Captain!"
Several company commanders, including Liuzi and Xiaowu, all had wet eyes.
Especially those three veterans, the commanders I followed before, when did they think about their subordinates like I was a thief leader? When did they think about the lives of their subordinates more than their own, like the leader of a thief leader?
important?
At this time, all they had was full of passion and emotion.
"Damn it, little Murong, your life is important and your mission is important, don't let their tears soften you."
Seeing their tearful eyes, Murong Xiaotian felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, tmd, it just hurts.
Seriously, is he as great as he says? Not at all.
In fact, insisting on going alone is based on your own little calculation.
Soon, reinforcements from the Tianhu Legion will arrive here. If nothing goes wrong, they will definitely form a second front behind the 18th New Regiment just like the front battlefield.
If the 18th New Regiment is not exhausted, they will definitely not take over.
Therefore, it would be best if the bridge could be destroyed, so that he could lead the 18th New Regiment and pretend to be here at the Black Wind Pass until the Moros retreated.
But if there is no chance to destroy the bridge, grandma, then I'm sorry, I will just stay there until the 18th New Corps has polished off the ink before coming back.
Subjectively, I went to blow up the bridge, not as a deserter. The system shouldn't judge my mission as a failure just because all the soldiers of the 18th New Regiment died, right?
Then, without any ties, you can quickly rush to the imperial capital of the Gale Empire and start with the royal family of the Gale Empire to see if it is possible to complete the mission.
Of course, it would be better if I could destroy the bridge by chance. My loyalty, courage, and righteousness are not wasted, and I can definitely get the 18th New Regiment's loyal allegiance.
As for the artillery regiment, it should also be officially upgraded to the main regiment, right? That would also provide the possibility for one to complete the mission.
As for bringing the big guy with him, Murong Xiaotian felt that he was very compatible with this guy. Like himself, this guy also had no relatives and was alone.
Damn, take him with you. At least there will be someone to talk to on the way, right?
"Okay, let's do it!"
Murong Xiaotian waved his hand decisively again...
The cliffs on both sides towered into the clouds, hidden in the clouds and mist. Only a ray of skylight shone through the drizzle, making the dark windy canyon look even more gloomy and gloomy.
Murong Xiaotian led the big man through the canyon quickly, with an unusually serious expression.
There was still an inexplicable nervousness in my heart. If I were to meet the Moros on a narrow road in this canyon, I would really have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
The key is that the three big question marks about mission failure made him too entangled!
In less than half an hour, Murong Xiaotian and the big man walked out of the canyon, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In front of us, there is a lush and green jungle, but in the direction of due north, there is a road leading straight ahead; this road leads directly to the Nucang River.
"Walk along the curb!"
After saying just one word to the big man, the two of them continued on their way.
After walking about twenty miles, there was a faint noise ahead. Slowly, the noise became louder and louder.
"Brother, the Moro army is coming!"
Ever since Murong Xiaotian called him brother, the big man had already regarded Murong Xiaotian as his eldest brother, even though Murong Xiaotian seemed to be younger than him.
"Into the jungle!"
Murong Xiaotian waved his hand and immediately hid in the jungle with the big man.
There are still more than ten miles to go from here to the Nucang River. Apparently, the Moro divisions have already assembled and crossed the river, heading straight for the Black Wind Pass.
But Murong Xiaotian was not nervous. It was almost four hours since he and the big man left the 18th New Corps. It would still take some time for the Moros to reach the Black Wind Canyon.
Moreover, the first thing they had to do was to set up camp before entering the canyon.
Nearly a thousand men of the 18th New Regiment were mobilized to dig trenches. Even if they were not completed, they should be almost done. Even if the Moros launched an attack immediately, it would not be a problem to carry it for three to five days.
What the prisoner said was indeed correct. The whole division roared for a long time before they set off.
The Nucang River has rapid currents and rough waves, making it impossible for ordinary people to cross.
The endless flow of the river, accompanied by loud rumbling sounds, has left the Nucang River, which has lasted for thousands of years, never calm.
Murong Xiaotian was hiding in a big tree in the jungle by the river, looking at the iron cable bridge across both sides of the river, with a heavy expression on his face.
"Brother, what should I do? I can't rely on you at all." The big man's mood was not relaxed at all.
"If we can find a way to sneak to the other side, there is still a glimmer of hope," Murong Xiaotian seemed to answer, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
The Mota people built a pontoon bridge on the Nucang River. It was composed of twelve wrist-thick iron chains and was neatly covered with wooden boards. It was about three meters wide.
In order to destroy this bridge, these twelve iron chains must be cut off.
This is no longer easy.
The problem is, there are two companies of troops stationed on the south bank of the river.
In a sense, the north bank of the Nucang River is already the domain of the Moros, while the south bank belongs to the Gale Empire.
This may be the reason why the Moros only garrisoned on the south bank, but there was no garrison at the bridgehead on the north bank.
But think about it, as long as the south bank of the bridge is guarded, how can the Gale Empire people cross over? Defending the north bank is indeed unnecessary.
Therefore, for Murong Xiaotian and others, the only way to destroy the bridge is to go to the territory of the Lietu family on the north bank.
"It's not completely impossible. There is a place where you can bypass the Nucang River and enter the territory of the Moros!"
With a flash of thought, Murong Xiaotian summoned the ‘Eagle of the Sky’, and it was time for it to appear.
Of course, Murong Xiaotian did not answer the big man's words because he was not sure yet. His first judgment was whether there was a no-fly zone in the ancient continent, at least in this area now.
If there are no obstacles, then things will be simple. But if you can't fly, you can only consider the other way mentioned by the big man.
Of course, there is another option, which is to kill directly.
However, there are two companies of Moro NPC soldiers guarding the bridge, 400 of them. You can't just kill them all. I'm afraid the Moro reinforcements will arrive before you even rush to the bridge.
