Chapter 31 Send a Letter

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 31 Send a Letter

After a powerful pre-war mobilization speech, the Wilwolf family and Borg Village were ready to go, and the arrow was on the string.

Homan knew that his side was not at the upper hand. Although the number of people on his side was definitely far greater than the werewolf family, Homan, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, knew the reason why quality was greater than quantity.

In the extraordinary world of Zorg Continent, more than 800 fully armed ordinary villagers here are no match for three or five high-level black iron-type trainee knights.

Even if the strength of the werewolf family is not particularly known, it must be far beyond the level of three or five advanced trainee knights.

The entire Borg village includes Homan himself, the only high-level apprentice knight, and there are twenty-one junior apprentice knights and five intermediate apprentice knights. These apprentice knights are good things in the village that Homan carefully trained at all costs.

talent.

The scattered village warriors can no longer defeat the roaming charge of three or five high-level black iron-type trainee knights. However, once the high-level black iron-type trainee knights fall into the infantry phalanx that protects themselves, although it is difficult to retain these knights, the knights

It is also difficult for us to effectively kill.

Even if the musket team consisting of 50 outstanding hunters in Borg Village is at a disadvantage.

After all, the current firearm technology in the Zorg Continent has just reached the level of a borehead flintlock rifle, and its ammunition is only at the level of powdered black gunpowder. Its effective range is no more than fifty meters and its power is not high.

The Borg Village Musketeers are a man, a shiny gun and a flintlock gun, and ammunition is the most preferred silver plated.

Use a flintlock rifle in medium and long range, throw it after shooting; use a shikigun in close proximity to attack on a large scale.

As for whether you can hit agile werewolf, it depends on the user's ability.

After considering this, Homan made a desperate bet and all the trainee Knights were incorporated into the Musketeers, expanding the Musketeers to 76.

The dense silver-plated barrage may be the sharpest weapon in Borg Village against the werewolf family and the only weapon that can win.

Firearms did not shake the rule of the nobles in the extraordinary world, the main reasons are:

First, the firearm technology has not developed enough, and its power and range are limited;

Secondly, the difference in environmental differences such as gravity and atmosphere leads to the power and range of firearms being far inferior to Blue Star;

Third, the extraordinary power is powerful, and the firearm is extremely powerful, as fast as lightning, and has a very limited threat to the knights, and it is even better to harvest with cold weapons than to use cold weapons.

Therefore, the Zorg Continent did not bid farewell to the era of cold weapons, and the knight class that relied on cold weapons did not decline.

While Homan ordered all the blacksmiths in the village to make all their efforts to build silver-plated spears. According to the fierce folk customs of Borg Village, it was easy to make up eight hundred spears. The blacksmiths could complete all silver-plated spears in at most two or three days;

On the other hand, Homan seized the time to arrange the formation and cooperated with the formation. Homan usually trained the people and strong. In addition, Bog Village is rich in martial arts and morals based in the poor and renowned area, so it is not difficult.

As for asking for help from his lord, don't joke. Homan personally brought the witch outside the lord's castle and knew a lot about Viscount Mitala and the witch for so long.

If Viscount Mitara knew that the witch was dead, in order to bury his crimes, he would have wished that all the deaths of Borg Village would be killed.

Even Viscount Mitara said he would lead his troops to silence him?

Thinking of this, Homan's face became more and more gloomy. He called out his son Trit Lange and said seriously:

"Tuet, tomorrow, you will leave the village from the secret passage in the church, and take these two letters to Kaber and Aklin for help.

Remember to ask for reinforcements. If reinforcements don’t come, don’t come back.”

After Homan finished speaking, he took out two letters from his arms and handed them to Trit.

Cui Te took the letter indifferently and put it in his pants pocket, then turned around and continued to patrol.

"I know you're blaming me. Look at the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and the place you live," Homan suddenly looked at his son with his back to his back, "Without this business, do you still remember our past life?

What day do you have?"

"As for Evna, I'm really sorry." Homan said apologetically.

"Then how do you know that such a life is what I want?! I would rather live as poor as I would rather be covered in the blood of innocent people like this! In addition," Tritt's fists couldn't help but clenched, his eyes tightly.

He was congested and suppressed his anger and said, "You are not qualified to mention your mother."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

"Oh~" a long sigh echoed in place and never dispersed for a long time.

The expected large-scale attack did not happen, and nothing happened overnight.

The light blue sunlight gradually began to shine on the village of Borg.

"Ah~!" "Ah~!" "Ah~!" Screams appeared in every corner of Borg Village.

Homan looked at the thirty-five young and strong corpses carried over from the church open space. These corpses were either bitten and cut off or scratched and killed by vital injuries. Each of them was covered in blood, fragmented, and filled with venting anger.

Intent to kill.

Damn, what happened, why didn't there be any movement?

There have been so many posters and traps, and patrols have been arranged in regular patrols in all places, and the werewolves have not launched a large-scale attack, so why did so many people die?

Homan turned around anxiously, constantly looking at the corpses, trying his best to see some tricks from these corpses.

At this time, the villagers were also panicked. Yesterday, the momentum of unity and not fearing difficulties also showed a trend of disintegration.

If they die in a dignified battle and die on the battlefield of fighting werewolf, these villagers with abundant martial ethics would not be afraid.

But like this, I die without even seeing the shadow of the werewolf, who can not be afraid?

Fear and unknown are the instinct of intelligent life.

Looking at the panicked villagers, Homan knew what he had to do.

...

At the same time, in the secret passage of the church, Trit pushed away the wooden boards and dust above his head with great effort, climbed out of the secret passage, and appeared in a clearing space far away from the village of Borg.

Looking up at the light blue sun, Trit knew that he had left Borg Village and was temporarily safe.

But he did not go to Kaber or Akerlin.

Trite stood under a tree next to the road, opened two envelopes, squinted his eyes, looked at the two blank pieces of white paper expressionlessly, and tore them into pieces and sprinkled them into the sky.

"Father, our Borg village has no particular connection or interest in these two villages. Your excuse is really ridiculous. You asked me to escape under the name of sending a letter," Trit stared coldly at the distance.

The direction of Borg Village thought, "But who gave the lives of those foreigners, relatives and friends, and even my mother who were killed by us?"

"The prosperity of sin should not exist!" Trit turned around and ran to the Resk Forest with great strength, thinking, "Let me end all this."
Chapter completed!