At the foot of the Otter Mountains, Wolf led his people to raid several villages in succession.
He got nothing. The local residents had left early and their houses were empty.
In fact, before going down the mountain, he lost some more tribesmen. The werewolves had no resistance to the terrible disease such as smallpox, so he had to burn to death a group of infected werewolves, and he imprisoned the tribesmen who had just become ill and let him go to any length.
It grows and dies on its own.
This was a very difficult decision, and it even threatened his prestige in the hearts of his people, but he had to make it.
If Sean or Dr. Nolan knew about it, they would probably have a deeper understanding of smallpox. Although smallpox is terrible, a considerable number of humans will survive after being infected, but there will be pockmarks on the face. The strong werewolf, actually
We are even less resistant to this virus than humans.
This war without gunpowder, or the personal suffering caused by this non-contact form of war, frightened Wolf.
However, this war has been destined to be a life-and-death war since Wolf led the werewolves out of the wolf den and moved eastward along the Otter Mountains, causing harm to mankind.
As the leader and wise man of the wolf tribe, Wolf knew that he had encountered a quite formidable opponent.
Enraged by the tragedy, Wolf urgently needed to teach the Genoese a painful lesson, otherwise he would not be able to subdue his own people.
As they went deeper and deeper into the province of Genoa, the werewolves could not find a single human being, but they saw knights spying from a distance. These Genoese people were riding horses and were very alert. As long as the werewolves came even slightly close, they would ride away.
escape.
This was an ominous premonition, and the Genoese seemed to be prepared. But when he thought of the Genoese's poor performance on the battlefield, Wolf put this bad feeling behind him.
The eagerness for revenge has now filled Wolf's wolf brain, and the loss could not be more serious.
Because of the extremely low survival rate of werewolf babies, it has always been a big problem that plagues the group. If they survive, they will have to face food shortages and disease attacks.
In years when food is scarce, some old werewolves will voluntarily leave the group and fend for themselves.
It wouldn't matter if they were real wolves, they could give birth to several at a time.
The Wolf God made them very powerful individually, with bodies stronger, more agile and more powerful than humans, but it did not allow their entire group to reproduce like humans.
The werewolves caught two old cows, and their instinct to eat their hair and drink blood prompted them to kill the old cows and have a feast. Although the werewolves did not dislike food grown by humans, nor did they reject cooked food, meat with blood was
Their favorite.
"The humans have all run away, how can we leave two cows behind?" Wolf asked suspiciously.
His deputy werewolf Arthur said: "Those timid humans are probably frightened. These two old cows were probably abandoned because they couldn't walk fast, which just gave us fresh meat to eat."
"Don't underestimate humans. Look, they cost us nearly a hundred warriors without firing a shot." Wolf laughed at himself.
Arthur used his sharp teeth to take a fierce bite of beef, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and said bitterly: "Then we will kill all humans, Genoese!"
The werewolves now distinguish the Genovese from ordinary humans and become a special species, as if the Genovese are the most ferocious category.
"King, you are scared." Arthur suddenly said again.
"I have to admit, we have encountered a terrible opponent." Wolf glanced at him and said, "Isn't it? We don't even know who the murderer who caused this disaster is. Sean Connery?
"
"I've said before, don't trade with humans easily," Arthur said.
"Arthur, are you accusing me?" A low roar came from Wolf's throat. Arthur lowered his head to express his surrender:
"King, I am not challenging your authority. You are called the wisest werewolf in the clan by the wizard, and you are the best person to lead us out of the mountains and forests. This is the will of the wolf god. My king, you have underestimated the power of human beings.
Cunning, although the people you are dealing with are not our enemies, you have obviously angered their enemies."
"No, my deal was not wrong. Human beings are as weak as a lamb, but they can cultivate the land to feed themselves, invent medicines to treat patients, and smelt iron to make weapons for battle. Now they still have rifles and
Cannons, that's why they're powerful.
But they are selfish, greedy and disunited. If we don’t take advantage of their civil strife and mutual attacks to step out of our ancestral homeland and occupy a piece of territory, one day our entire race will disappear.”
Wolf shook his head and said, then paused and said:
"Maybe I misjudged the strength of the rebels. They can only fight in San Nuve. If they can cross Longjiang, the situation will be very different. Frankly speaking, I don't want any side to win. They
It's best to remain in a stalemate forever.
At that time, we will have more slaves to grow food, raise cattle, sheep and make weapons for us. We can migrate all the descendants of the Gods from their ancestral homeland, and our children will not have to endure hunger and disease. They can
Growing up smoothly, maybe we can learn to read, learn to manage towns like humans, learn to make weapons and gunpowder, and learn to make all kinds of useful things. This is the shortest way for us to become stronger."
The prospects described by Wolfe fascinated Arthur.
"At least half of this world originally belonged to our race of gods." Wolf said, "We will build a real country, with kings, nobles, wizards, generals and soldiers, as well as civil servants and teachers, and everyone will do their own thing.
Duty. We all have what humans have now, and I want all the descendants of the gods to not have to worry about food and survival, or to live with wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and humans will become our slaves. This is my dream.
"
"King, this is a great dream!"
Arthur stood up, his heart surged, and he knelt down solemnly in front of Wolf.
Wolf helped Arthur up and said:
"Arthur, this dream is not a sudden thought of mine. It is the dream of the wolf kings of all generations and the dream of all our descendants of the Gods. But now, let us forget this great dream. I only have a small dream now.
, I want to make that human noble named Sean Connery my slave, and I have even thought about how to make his death look more beautiful, otherwise this will not extinguish the anger in my heart."
"King, I will definitely realize this little dream for you." Arthur said.
On the horizon in the distance, a group of cavalry appeared. They did not get close, but confronted the werewolves from a distance.
Captain Spencer took off his carbine from the saddle holster. This is a rifled gun suitable for cavalry. Its structure is no different from the bass rifle owned by the infantry, except that the barrel is slightly shorter.
In addition, in addition to the bayonet that can be mounted on the carbine, each cavalryman is also equipped with a pistol and a saber.
Spencer's men are actually less than a company in size. They are all the best horsemen in the Civil Defense Force. They are only the best horsemen among the southerners. The purpose of their appearance here is just to
In order to hold back the werewolf.
Cavalry is a burden, cavalry is an expense, but cavalry is indispensable.
It is generally believed that the herdsmen of the northern grasslands are the best source of cavalry, but in fact, whether it is cuirassiers or dragoons, farmers make up the majority of the imperial cavalry, and this is especially true in the south. Let them ride on the horse without falling off.
It's very laborious.
The cavalry were arranged in two lines, knee to knee, in a tight formation, with fifty men in each line.
Since the cavalry usually does not need to output a lot of firepower, Spencer, as the commander, should be placed in front of the first line to set an example of fearless charge. But this time they were not the attacker, so he stood on the right side of the first line.
Location,
A second lieutenant is located on the far left, and several other non-commissioned officers are scattered in the middle of the two horizontal formations to stabilize the battle line.
Spencer's deputy, a lieutenant, was at the end.
The werewolves quickly formed a group of about twenty wolf soldiers to meet them. They ran extremely fast and soon appeared in front of them.
It was the first time that the soldiers were so close to the ferocious and ugly wolf soldiers, and the soldiers naturally felt fear in their hearts.
"They're so damn ugly!" Spencer suddenly said loudly.
Some soldiers laughed, which slightly relieved their nervousness.
"Ready! Aim!" Spencer ordered.
The cavalry suddenly fell into silence, and only the running and roaring sounds of the werewolves were heard.
Three hundred meters, two hundred and fifty meters, two hundred meters, this is already a relatively accurate shooting range, and some soldiers almost couldn't help but shoot.
Spencer still didn't give the order to shoot.
However, the werewolves had a black object in their hands, and then they accelerated their charge, and twenty black balls flew over the heads of the cavalry.
"No, grenade!" Spencer shouted, "Come with me!"
He immediately made a decision and took the lead, leading the cavalry forward.
The strong arm strength of the werewolves allowed the grenades to hit over a distance of nearly a hundred meters, although most of them either became duds or burned too slowly.
But the werewolves' tactics were unexpected, and they actually used grenades.
Since the invention of this weapon, it has created the "Grenadier" type of arms. However, with the development of line tactics and artillery, it has now become silent. Except for defending fortresses, few armies use this weapon as a weapon.
Tactical weapons use.
The grenades made by the Werewolf were obviously not technically qualified, but there were still at least seven explosions, but some were thrown crookedly, some were thrown over, and some explosions produced too few fragments and therefore had limited power.
Even so, this brought a powerful shock to the cavalry, and more than ten people fell down in an instant.
Fortunately, the officers and non-commissioned officers were restrained and the tight formation was not broken down.
"Everyone, fire!" Spencer yelled.
Amidst the intensive gunfire, the werewolves had already reached the front and broke into the fire net fired by the soldiers. The werewolves fell unwillingly. They could almost rush to a distance of thirty meters away from the cavalry.
It was just a volley of fire, and at such a close range, the werewolf became a target.
Without the officers yelling, the cavalry lowered their heads to reload ammunition. It was not an easy task to do this on horseback, even though the gunpowder was rationed in advance. According to tactical requirements, they usually put their bayonets on after firing the bullets.
, launch a charge.
There was only one werewolf, miraculously unscathed.
He was panting heavily, holding up the giant axe, and stared blankly at the fallen fellows around him, then turned around and ran away as if he had woken up.
Spencer raised his carbine and pulled the trigger.
The werewolf seemed to have been pushed and fell to the ground.
"Forward, step slowly!"
"Forward, hurry up!"
The cavalry moved forward like a wall, trampling the still alive werewolf under its iron hooves.