The two big guys, Mograine and Abbendis, saw it and immediately understood.
The disgusting thing about the Moss Rotten Trolls is that they sneak up and attack without warning, and those Shadow Hunters have no way of guarding against them.
In many past expeditions, the troops had to retreat due to heavy losses before reaching the hinterland of Zumashal.
Macdonken's method is a bit clumsy, but it should work to bully the Moss Rotten Trolls who don't have weapons of war.
The two looked at each other and understood the recognition in each other's eyes.
"This thing should be good. Let's take a look after it's built. Sir Stratholme must be tired too. Let's set up camp first and we'll discuss it slowly." Abidis, with his Chinese character, showed a sincere smile.
When McDonald looked at the camp, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
These two big brothers took great care of him. The main mountain road leading to Zumashal was blocked by the military camps of the two big brothers on the left and right. The entrance of the mountain road less than 100 meters was completely blocked by the arrow towers of the military camps on both sides.
Blockade. If there is really one ten thousand, ahem, just in case, they will be in front, and McDonald's 'main force' can retreat calmly.
In order to prevent McDonald from messing around, even military camps were set up for him. Just outside, three military camps were formed in the shape of a "pin".
The three-layer camp wall is made of hardwood thicker than a human leg, and there is a four-meter-deep ditch in front of it, which is filled with sharp wooden stakes. Trolls who dare to come will definitely dig it down.
There are three camp gates on the front, and a pair of four-story arrow towers on the left and right. The layout of the back camp is even more outrageous, with five camp gates lined up in a row, obviously for the convenience of running.
The two big guys agreed to meet today, and they obviously came early in the morning and packed everything.
"This... Your Excellencies have taken so much trouble. I'm embarrassed to let you all work in vain, so I'll give you a little gift."
I thought McDonald's was sending wine or something, but just as I was about to decline, Mograine saw the carts of bacon: "This... we're not welcome."
The food is good, and of course morale is high.
A well-fed soldier may not be able to fight well, but a hungry soldier must not be able to fight well.
Everyone's eyes brightened as McDonald's Gadgets made a centipede chariot using local materials.
It seems that each section is a miniature version of a punch car. There is a triangular top cover on it, and the top cover and both sides are covered by two thick layers of cowhide. There are triangular wooden grids in the middle of the cowhide, which are filled with a lot of stuff.
Wood slag and scraps. The outermost cowhide is coated with fireproof lime.
Mograine gave it a try. He thrust the spearman's spear with all his strength, but it was difficult to penetrate effectively. If he could stop a powerful warrior like him, the Shadow Hunter's spear throwing was of course no problem.
There are also metal grilles similar to shutters on both sides of the rush car for ventilation. The front and top cannot be seen, and can only be seen close to the ground. In addition, there are special shooting holes and lookout holes.
Some people believe this is a small mobile bunker.
Each section is driven by four spearmen, accompanied by two crossbowmen and a swordsman.
The mountain road is bound to be rough, and the wheels under the car can help save some effort.
As for whether it costs lives or labor, I believe the soldiers can make the right choice.
And between each section, it is covered with three layers of cowhide.
Yes, the source of this inspiration is dragon dance!
Logically speaking, this kind of fighting style similar to an armored convoy is very afraid of the opponent's heavy siege weapons, such as ballistae. But how can the Moss Troll have such a thing?
"It's amazing!" the two big guys praised.
McDonald touched his clean-shaven chin: "I still lack some practical experience."
"Practical combat, where does actual combat come from?"
"Just catch a few trolls and come over."
Little question mark, do you have many friends?
Trolls are so easy to catch, so the bosses don’t have to worry. Trolls have super self-healing abilities. They chopped off their hands after Double Eleven, drank until their stomachs were perforated, and then ate personal meat buns to heal themselves.
You can't kill a real troll without beheading it.
But to most recruits, trolls are simply legendary creatures. If you don't live on the border, you don't know what a scourge the trolls are.
McDonald said calmly: "Anyway, it will take a few days to build the Centipede Chariot, and I happen to have a friend."
No one knows what he is doing,
On this day, the mountain where Zumashal was located was covered with red soil and bare. At the foot of the mountain, closest to the forest, a group of special people suddenly came.
Several swordsmen wearing only leather armor protected a few cooks, and a man in white clothes and a tall cylindrical white hat started working on the edge of the forest.
In the forest, several pairs of shining eyes stared at these people.
Halduron* Brightwing: "What are they doing?"
The mysterious woman was a little unsure: "Cooking?"
That was no ordinary hammer. In the erected greenhouse, I could see him using a knife to dexterously open the clam shells one by one, take out the fresh clam meat, remove the excess, and then put it on a piece of ice to chill.
In addition to mussels, there is also milk. I brought a cow I found somewhere and squeezed it fresh.
During the whole process, the chef was so focused, as if he was not cooking a dish, but a master sculptor concentrating on carving his great work.
The chef and assistant were all busy in an orderly manner.
For a full hour, dishes that the elves had never seen before appeared on the table.
[Clam Chowder], [Spiny Catfish], [Crocodile Bisque], [Delicious Omelet] made from Velociraptor eggs...
There are so many ingredients that I have never even heard of, let alone seen.
No wonder the self-proclaimed noble elves have little knowledge. All these ingredients are flown in by griffons from all over the Eastern Kingdom. Normally, they cannot be eaten locally.
Just the flying skill of transporting ingredients can make the high elves feel a strong sense of respect.
Not to mention, when the chef cooks, there is a strong sense of ritual that seems to be surrounded by a sacred halo.
This is just like in China, an orange pancake can usually charge you 20 yuan. When a chef cooks fragrant imported Sunkist oranges in front of you, and lets other customers watch, then this
The Panji is worth 100 yuan.
Following the wind, the wonderful fragrance floated into the woods. Not to mention Halduron and other elves, even the mysterious woman swallowed her saliva more than once.
Halduron: "Then the Duke knows we are here? Is he kidding us?"
Unexpectedly, the cooks lined up plates of delicacies, put a sign on them, and then left together with the swordsmen.
Looking at the sign, the woman suddenly laughed and read out the crooked Elvish language on it with a voice like a silver bell: "You treat me to a pie, and I treat you to a feast, it's fair!"
Halduron was embarrassed: "This...is for us? It won't be poisonous, right? Then should we eat it?"
"Eat! Why don't you eat?"
Three meals in a row made the elves very fat.
Suddenly the next day, the food was the same as before, but the sign was changed to [a living troll prisoner for a dish]!
"Pfft!" the silver-haired elf smiled brightly: "This human duke is really interesting."
