Knight Nasser arrived for a long time, met Zhou Qingfeng, and threw a guess to him. This guess was so heavy that the Bucci family of Banshee Castle seemed insignificant in comparison.
The old knights came and went, and the team of more than a dozen knights did not stay too long. Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and he hid in the secret camp of the village in the wilderness, not knowing what to plan.
On the other hand, Viscount Tarak, who had just been sent out to act as the hammer, led a team and quickly maneuvered around the dense fog town with a mere fifty cavalry troops to search for the hidden forces in Cold Wind City.
When Knight Nasser came into contact with Zhou Qingfeng, the tall viscount was leading his team along a narrow country road into a looted village.
"Is this what Lord Abeta did?"
There was no one in the village, and there were twenty or thirty tattered corpses lying inside and outside. The corpses were often stabbed more than a dozen times, including the old and the weak, and even children as young as a few years old were not spared.
It is summer and the weather is hot. The body was not buried for three or four days and it started to stink.
The smell of corpses was so disgusting that none of the gentlemen led by Tarak wanted to clean it up, let alone live in it. They could only set a fire in the village and completely destroy it.
Some wizards released their familiars to investigate the surrounding areas. There were also accompanying prophetic wizards who used the power of magic to collect military information. Before dark, Viscount Tarlac found a huddled team of hundreds of people in another village.
The team was led by Lords Holt and Kane, who acted as anvils and marched armed around the town of Dense Fog. But just yesterday, they also encountered traps and ambushes like Lord Abeta.
There are limited roads in the countryside. As long as you guard a few key mountain tops as lookout points and have telescopes that can observe a range of several kilometers, you can guess where the Banshee Castle team will pass by and where they will camp without the need for prophecy.
The 'free crossbows' produced in Cold Wind City are extremely simple, and the output is getting higher and higher. Five hundred to one thousand can be transported to the front line every day. Although this thing is simple, it has its own activation storage device.
It can be placed anywhere on the roadside, in the grass, in a corner, behind a door, or even on a branch. It only takes a grass stem, a pedal, or a branch to set up a trap easily.
Adrian's hunting team consisted of a dozen people as the backbone, and each person took a dozen "freedom fighters" out. They brought a pot of water, a few pieces of bread, and put on straw sandals. The wilderness and mountains became battlefields.
If this was done, it would become very difficult for the nobles' troops to go to the countryside.
The goal of a team of several hundred people is too big. You will encounter traps on the road. Even if you don't take the road, you will still encounter traps. You can't grab food when you enter the village, and there is no guide when searching for the goal.
Camping at night will almost certainly result in an attack.
Abeta's head was too strong, and he continued to advance even after being attacked halfway, and was burned in the night. The teams of Holt and Kane were originally cooperating with Abeta, but they quickly retreated when they realized that the situation was not right.
However, the two men were at a disadvantage because they retreated and did not notify Abeta, allowing their own team to continue advancing to attract firepower, making it easier for them to escape.
Even after escaping, the two lords looked bad and were so exhausted that they seemed to have been without rest for days and nights. Their subordinates were also suffering from hunger, and many of them were not fully clothed and armored, and even lost a lot of equipment.
Before, Viscount Tarak wouldn't believe it even if he said that the noble team could turn into beggars. But today, he finally opened his eyes and saw the world.
The villages in the wilderness are all very small. They are too narrow and have few houses to camp.
The two lords' teams totaled over a thousand people, and they could only gather in groups here and there. They were all dirty, and their clothes were stained with dirt, as if they had lived in the slums for several years.
As for team morale, it is even lower than the lower limit, and it will become a negative number any lower.
The soldiers at the bottom were listless and had to catch lice from each other in the haystacks. The noble officers leading the army were frightened, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
After announcing his identity, His Excellency the Viscount entered the village. When he saw the two listless lords, he wanted to beat each other to death. He waved his riding crop and cursed: "What are you doing here? Even if there is no war, you can go back to Fog Town."
The two lords lost their temper and said dejectedly: "We are just retreating to Dense Fog Town, aren't we still halfway there?"
"Can't you go faster?"
"It can't be fast." Lord Holt shook his head, "We must clear the traps on the road, otherwise people will die."
Lord Kane held a picked-up 'Freedom Crossbow' and cursed bitterly: "The road is full of these things, and they will trigger if you are not careful.
The untouchables who set up this thing are also very cunning. They will trigger it twice, trigger it three times, or even trigger it first and then trigger it.
Someone is definitely teaching them, and it is definitely the people from Cold Wind City who are instigating it behind the scenes. Victor Hugo is so despicable, how could he come up with such a trick that has no sense of honor?"
When the two lords talked about the cylindrical 'free crossbow', they were furious with hatred but helpless. In just a day or two, they had suffered enough from this rotten thing, and they wanted to smash it when they saw it.
The trained 'freedom fighters' use their brains to play psychological games. The different triggering methods are so scary.
At first, the noble army felt that the road it swept was safe. But the device could be triggered multiple times to let go of the first one, then attack the second one, and attack the third one.
As for "triggering before firing", it can even make people sick to death. As a result, it is not safe for the marching team to hide far away, and they must protect themselves with shields.
There are also special pits dug to bury crossbow arrows, and even more so for civilian soldiers wearing only straw sandals.
As long as the sole of the foot is poked, no matter whether the crossbow arrow is poisonous or not, no one will take care of the injured soldier, and his life is basically taken care of.
In this case, the team can only move forward at a slow pace. After all, no one wants to die in an unknown situation.
Lord Holt threw the 'Freedom Crossbow' away and cursed loudly: "This is just a wooden barrel with a reed inside. It's useless even if we take this thing, but it can kill us.
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Lord Kane pointed to the outside of the village, "It's all the fault of that idiot Abeta. He drove those untouchables to a dead end. We relied on wizards to find a way and also caught a few untouchables who laid traps.
But those untouchables took poison and committed suicide as soon as they were caught. Unless we find a necromancer to torture their souls, we can't ask anything."
The two lords had accumulated a lot of bitterness in the past two days. When Viscount Tarlac asked about it, they poured it out as if they had found someone to confide in.
The dignified Viscount was confused by the complaints of these two people. He had never experienced the pain of being unable to move even an inch, and he didn't understand how the nobles in the North could be so weak. Their courage and appearance had been trampled on thousands of times by the other party throwing them into the mud.
Baron Bishop was still thinking about the "hammer and anvil" in Dense Fog Town. Now the anvil has no effect, and he has been completely deprived of combat effectiveness by a group of invisible enemies.
"No, it can't be like this, you must cheer up." Viscount Tarlac could not accept his own decline. It was too embarrassing to be defeated by a group of untouchables.
Holt and Kane rolled their eyes and said something more serious.
"We can't get food. The horses have no fodder today, and the infantry can only eat half full. If we don't rush back to Dense Fog Town tomorrow, the knights will be hungry.
It's not that we don't want to fight desperately, but where is the enemy? It would be too passive to continue like this."
Viscount Tarak frowned and unconsciously touched an obsidian statue hanging on his collar. He turned his head and looked at the wizards following him, "Where must we find the enemy leader?"
(The hairy girl continues to beg for food online!)