The cold wind blows in the deserted mountains, and the rugged river beach has become a rare road in the wilderness. The black forest is full of primitive features, and human activities are limited to only a few natural roads.
The river beach is also a place frequented by various monsters. If humans need to pass through, they must gather a team of more than ten people to ensure safety. Otherwise, they will be eaten by monsters and not even the bones will be left.
Zhou Qingfeng rode on his pony and once again felt the twinges of pain. He was willing to get down and walk, but the old dwarf's words gave him away from this idea - nobles always like to be aloof.
Noble, a very funny word.
But the ignorant people in the Voodoo Swamp follow this trick. They accept themselves as inferiors and have a strict hierarchy in their minds that cannot be crossed. When they are in trouble, they expect a noble superior to come to rescue them.
Zhou Qingfeng perfectly played the role of an aristocrat in the eyes of ignorant people - exquisite, handsome, heroic, tough, wise, and in control of power.
It would be unthinkable for a noble man to walk with stupid people.
Fortunately, the old dwarf provided a dark wound ointment. After applying it, the wound felt cool and made it much more comfortable.
Zhou Qingfeng led the team from the Voodoo Swamp and openly stated that they would go out to rob in order to survive. The "warriors" who accompanied him did not take it seriously, and even thought it was natural. In this world of cannibalism, robbery is really possible without using force.
Can't survive.
This is also Zhou Qingfeng's own helpless choice. He has limited resources at hand and managed to conquer the Voodoo Swamp, but the settlement of more than 300 people is a powder keg that may explode at any time. If the limited supplies are exhausted, all identities will be lost.
brilliance.
Now even the poor pony is facing the dilemma of starvation. Todd brought some beans for feed when he came out of White Crow Camp, and now he has almost eaten all the beans.
By then there won't even be a place to stay.
Looking back at the 'warriors' he recruited, Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to kill them head-on. Those guys were not tall, not strong, and they were not very good at talking. Fortunately, they lived in the black forest all year round, and they were obedient, patient, and possessive.
Basic combat skills.
Walking three or four kilometers south from Voodoo Swamp through the river beach path, the 'warrior' in charge of the sentinel came back and reported: "Master Hugo, the intersection leading to White Crow Camp is just ahead. There are no new ruts on the road.
, the goblin baggage team should not have arrived yet."
Looking at the sun in the sky, Zhou Qingfeng estimated that the time was around ten in the morning. Refugees who had recently escaped into the Voodoo Swamp provided information that the goblins of the Magru tribe were delivering supplies to the front line every day.
Judging from the current situation, Zhou Qingfeng has downgraded this 'war' provoked by the goblins into a large-scale armed battle. Whether it is humans or goblins, both sides are constantly making mistakes, and they are completely competing for whose organizational and command skills
Even lower.
To put it bluntly, it's just a comparison.
On the human side, the fifteen settlements are independent and have hatred towards each other. There are only a few people in the settlement, and it is impossible to form a joint force. There are only two to three hundred people in each settlement, and some of them have rebelled and joined the goblins.
The goblins had a large number, and they had the help of human guides, and they had been planning behind the scenes for a long time. After they started, they attacked like a wave, but within a few days they became sluggish, as if they were quickly falling into a state of fatigue.
"And they are very arrogant." Zhou Qingfeng rode a pony to the intersection where the goblin baggage train must pass. There is not even a sentry on such an important road. Isn't this obviously waiting to be disrupted and destroyed by the opponent?
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Even with Uncle Zhou's meager military knowledge, he knew that patrols should be arranged on the traffic lines. Just like when Japan built artillery towers every one kilometer on the railway lines. Otherwise, if the escape route is cut off, how can this battle be fought?
beat?
Do you want to fight when you are hungry?
"Go into the woods and rest where you are. Don't move around. Here are two sentries to investigate in two directions: the Gray Mud Pit and the White Crow Camp. Remember, you must find out the situation of the goblins."
Zhou Qingfeng took out two silver coins from his pocket, considered them for a long time and gave them to the servants who followed the old dwarf. The two servants smiled happily and took the silver coins and set off on their way. The other 'warriors' originally stretched their necks to make money, but they couldn't.
Very disappointed.
It's not that Zhou Qingfeng is partial, he is just afraid that these idiots will be lazy.
There was a problem in the medieval army. When lords went to war, they would take their serfs with them. When serfs went to the battlefield, they had to be watched by officers. Once they were out of sight of the officers, they would hide and be lazy. Not only did the task not be completed, it also greatly delayed things.
Therefore, it was difficult for the ancient army to carry out complex tactical maneuvers, and they could only fight head-on on the battlefield in the form of square formations. The trash under Zhou Qingfeng was probably worse than serfs, they were just a group of talking animals.
Without material incentives, the 'warriors' are unwilling to move. If they are given money, they are afraid that they will find a place to hide and report back that 'all is well'. If they don't react when the enemy comes to kill them, Uncle Zhou will
shocked.
In this battle, Zhou Qingfeng pulled the old dwarf into the team, and also brought along several of the latter's servants. These servants were suppressed by the old dwarf at least, and they should be more reliable than the temporarily recruited 'warriors'.
hope so.....
His men are weak and Zhou Qingfeng also has a headache. Now he can only lead his men to hide in the woods next to the intersection and wait.
The old dwarf Borg rode a wild boar and followed Zhou Qingfeng into battle. He was observing Zhou Qingfeng along the way, watching him give orders, organize the team, and allocate manpower until he hid at the intersection.
There was nothing to do when entering the woods for repairs. Zhou Qingfeng checked his men's equipment one by one to ensure that the weapons in everyone's hands could be used. Generally speaking, under his constant yelling and beating, everything went smoothly.
In this ambush, everyone is equipped with light crossbows. As long as the enemy's baggage team is not too strong, Zhou Qingfeng will instruct his men to take turns to shoot several waves of crossbow arrows with poison in them. He will be sure to knock the opponent off his feet.
"Victor Hugo, I really believe that you are a noble now." The old dwarf came closer and said, "Not only are you rich in knowledge, but you also have strong leadership skills."
The 'warriors' resting in the woods also pricked up their ears to listen to the gossip.
"What?" Uncle Zhou was annoyed. He had literally fifteen pigs under his command.
No, saying that is an insult to pigs.
"I said you are really a noble, and you are from a noble family and very powerful." The old dwarf said with an expression of 'I have seen through you', "You said before that you have dragon bloodline, but in fact I don't.
How to believe it. But now...
Your knowledge and abilities cannot be cultivated by ordinary families. Only families with an extremely long history, such as the royal family, will teach their children how to command, how to lead troops, and how to fight?
Although it was only a short march and the number of people was not large, you arranged sentries, restrained the soldiers, paid attention to reconnaissance, and boosted morale. Your performance along the way was perfect."
After saying this, the old dwarf nodded seriously and gave him a thumbs up in praise.
The other 'warriors' also nodded. Although they didn't quite understand, they felt that their boss was very powerful and worthy of being the man who dominated the entire Voodoo Swamp.
Zhou Qingfeng suddenly smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "I am a successor to socialism who has received nine-year compulsory education. Am I proud? It's not that I am too powerful, but you are obviously too scumbag, okay?"