At the end of the lively reception, Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by everyone and moved to the top of the meeting hall. Everyone was beaming, harmonious and very happy.
The long oval table in the hall did not have enough space, so the only people who could sit down were the leaders of each village. Others could only squeeze in behind their respective leaders and continue to watch the fun.
After sitting down, Uncle Zhou only asked about the food and troops brought by each family, and at the same time introduced the two trebuchets, the transport team of 50 people, and the logistics team of 150 people. As for other things,
He only listened with his ears and never interrupted.
Next, how to deploy troops and generals, how to encircle, how to attack, how to deal with the enemy's counterattack, and how to expand the results of the battle. The leaders of each family discussed the specific details with each other. When there was a quarrel, Uncle Zhou spoke up to calm the conflict.
Where can I find such a good mascot?
He neither takes power, makes blind ideas, nor asks for money or property. He speaks very politely, keeps his attitude very low, and is very polite to everyone. Everyone present felt that...
Sir Hugo is indeed talented, intelligent, extraordinary, kind, kind, and generous. He is our great savior, our guiding light, and our sailing helmsman. We all like him very much.
The atmosphere in the meeting hall was therefore very enthusiastic, and everyone's expectations for victory continued to rise. Zhou Qingfeng's face froze when he smiled, and it was not until late at night that he forcibly announced that he would take an early rest and send troops to fight tomorrow.
Iron Furnace Village was built in a canyon. Hundreds of people suddenly flooded in, and there was little room for camping. Zhou Qingfeng left the meeting hall and was blown away by the cold night wind, which made him sober in an instant.
The weather was cold and the village was pitch dark, with only a few bonfires illuminating the immediate area. Except for the never-ending cold wind, most places were extremely quiet, and occasionally the noises of jubilant human adventurers could be heard.
With no one around him, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt lonely, and everything around him was ridiculous. What he saw, heard, and encountered was something he had never imagined before. He had been busy struggling for survival these days, and it was rare that everything was ready tonight.
, the fight will start tomorrow, but I feel calm.
Will tomorrow's battle go well? How will the enemy's reaction be? Am I, a keyboard strategist, an unparalleled genius, or am I just an armchair strategist like Zhao Kuo?
Zhou Qingfeng walked along a stone-paved road to the camping area of his troops. Because everyone in Tieliang Village felt safe, no one followed him. He also wanted to be alone and tidy up.
Confused thoughts.
I looked up at the sky, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
I don’t know what the Devil’s Iron Curtain is, but it can actually cover such a large area of the sky.
Zhou Qingfeng was just in a daze, emptying his mind, his thoughts extending outward, feeling that everything around him was silent. Until...
With a clang, the slender sword came out of its sheath and stabbed viciously into the shadows beside the stone road.
The shadows twisted, as if there were some ghosts hiding in them.
A few times the sword blades clashed, metal sparks erupted, and a thick black shadow appeared and fell, then disappeared again.
Zhou Qingfeng held the stabbing sword in his hand and remained calm. After two breaths, he suddenly stood up on the spot, accelerated his body and rushed forward. He jumped several meters away at a very fast speed and stabbed out with the sword again.
This strike was as fast as lightning, and the shadow twisted again in the darkness pointed by the sword tip, and was blocked. The shadow was forced to stop, and faced Zhou Qingfeng with the sword, and asked in surprise: "Boy, you suddenly
It’s become more powerful.”
Zhou Qingfeng did not answer, and continued to thrust with a sullen face. He even activated his fog ring, hiding his body in it, actively blending into the darkness, and continued to attack.
The shadow in the darkness was even more surprised. He could only fight head-on a few times to contain Zhou Qingfeng's offensive. He said in surprise again: "Boy, you are very fast, but your actual combat experience is still too lacking."
In the fog and shadows, Zhou Qingfeng tried his best to sense the opponent's position. The 'Milt Monster Tongue Spear' in his left hand was ready. As long as he locked it, he could give the opponent a fatal blow.
Just when Zhou Qingfeng was quietly contemplating, Cyric suddenly sent him a warning, telling him that danger was approaching and that someone was hiding in the shadows trying to assassinate him.
In a rare calm moment, someone actually came to disturb the situation. Uncle Zhou's anger suddenly emerged and he took the initiative to attack.
The opponent's abilities were much higher than Zhou Qingfeng's. Even with Cyric's reminder, he had been unable to grasp the opponent's position. He could not see anything clearly with his eyes wide open, so he could only use his hearing to its maximum.
Except for the sound of a few weapons clashing, the other party's actions were almost silent. Even when he took the initiative to speak, his voice floated here and there, making it unpredictable.
After fighting for several rounds while breathing, cold sweat broke out on Zhou Qingfeng's forehead. He was considering whether to call for help, but this would really damage the 'great and upright' image he had finally established, and he would be knocked back to his original shape in a flash.
.
The opponent in the dark did not act rashly. He seemed to be constantly moving to avoid being locked, and he did not get too close to Zhou Qingfeng.
After a stalemate for a while, Zhou Qingfeng said coldly: "Are you the thief named McCann? It's really rare that you can find it here. But you are a step too late, and the situation in the Black Forest will be reversed."
The thief in the darkness retreated five meters away and asked: "I remember your name is Victor, and that idiot Todd takes good care of you. You seem to be doing well, and I see many people are surrounding you. But you
What do you want to do?"
"Everything I do is to let myself live with dignity. You will know the details soon," Zhou Qingfeng said.
"Really? I don't think so." The thief in the darkness sneered several times, and then became silent after a moment.
Zhou Qingfeng was on high alert in the darkness and silence, but Cyric sighed, "Boy, your perception is too poor, the other party has already left."
Huh..., Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his nervousness. Only then did he realize that he was soaked to the skin and his heartbeat was pounding. The fight just now almost brought him to the edge of death.
The slender sword hangs low and returns to its scabbard.
"My strength is indeed too low. I just rely on the information given by Cyric to fool people. I lack core capabilities. If I continue like this, I will be stuck sooner or later."
Zhou Qingfeng was a little depressed. He didn't say anything or complain. He just continued to walk the stone road under his feet and arrived at the campsite of his men.
The camp was messily lit with more than a dozen bonfires, and dozens of tents were arranged between the bonfires. These tents, which were originally supposed to be transported to Baiya Village for Old Xius, now became Zhou Qingfeng's military supplies.
There were no sentries or patrols, there was no formality at all in the camp, and the people sleeping inside were really just a group of stragglers.
"The useless leader leads a large group of useless soldiers, they really match each other." Zhou Qingfeng complained to himself with a bitter smile and kept shaking his head.
While he was feeling depressed, he heard footsteps coming from the stone road behind him, and someone called out, 'Your Excellency Hugo.' When Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Fei Zhe, the leader of Tieliang Village, sneakily ran over with a few of his cronies.
"What's going on?" Zhou Qingfeng had just been attacked and was still on alert.
Fei Zhe looked around. This tall, muscular guy with a beard seemed to be close to the thief. He lowered his voice and said, "Sir Hugo, you said before that you can help us open the mine closed by the elves. Is it true?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He also had a stand and said with a straight face without hesitation: "Now everyone should unite as one and wait until the mine is won before opening it."
When Fei Zhe heard Zhou Qingfeng say 'yes', he gritted his teeth and took out something from his arms, "Sir Hugo, you are right, we should unite.
But there is something here that my grandfather found when he found this elf forge, can you identify it for me?"
Fei Zhe seemed reluctant to part with it, but still forced the thing into Zhou Qingfeng's hands.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was very principled, looked down and said immediately: "I don't know much about this thing. It will take some time to identify it. How about you put it here first?"
"Of course." Fei Zhe gritted his teeth again, "Then about the mine..."
Zhou Qingfeng immediately said in a high-spirited manner: "Alas... we cannot be accommodating on matters of principle. We still have to talk about unity. But I don't want to sleep tonight. I just want to visit your village. Let's start from the mine.