Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

In the quiet second half of the night, the silver moon and blood moon alternated, and the silver white and blood red moonlight intertwined, alternating, rendering it magical, bizarre, and even terrifying.

The infinite murderous intent is about to explode at this time.

"Why is that #@￥? "A strong man with a brown hair and blue face shouted impatiently, "Don't this bastard know that the substitute is coming to the training camp after the class?"

"Captain Carl, Huangmao is not going home directly by the substitute, right?" said a kind-hearted man, "It's not a big deal for waiting for this guy, brothers?"

"That's it!" "Yes, it's not a matter!" "..."

Fifty or sixty fully armed militias next to them were talking nonstop.

"Okay, stop fucking a fucking noise!" Captain Carl angrily rebuked, "We won't wait for Perent, we will practice first. That yellow-haired miscellaneous thing, and he will suffer tomorrow."

"I have to beat him up!" Carl said hatefully, "Now, we'll do it for me!"

With Carl's order, 59 of his men and 60 of his men in the square face formed a square array of 20 people and 6 people in the longitudinal direction, with each two men in the longitudinal direction being 3.5 meters apart, and each two men in the longitudinal direction being

The interval between 3 meters.

The younger young soldiers under Carl formed the first row; the upright and upright soldiers formed the second row; the oldest adult soldiers formed the three rows.

The men of the square-faced men also formed three archers in line with this standard.

First, the first line of young soldiers is advanced first, and when the distance between the illusion enemy is 50 watts, the silver-plated javelin is thrown out.

After the throwing is completed, the first horizontal row begins to evacuate to the two sides and then to the third horizontal row, and the second horizontal row seamlessly connects to start throwing silver-plated javelins.

After three men in the square face began to throw guns in the first row, they began to shoot silver-plated arrows to cover their retreat.

Repeat this once, the second row evacuated to the end of the archer lineup after being thrown.

Archers continue to throw archers to cover during evacuation intervals.

After the third row throws the silver-plated javelin, he does not retreat. He immediately raises the shield. The first row in the front row in the back, held up the silver-plated spear made for several days and stabs the shield behind the shield. The second row in the front row is now behind the archers lineup.

Raise a shield.

The three archers on the last line continued to shoot arrows forward, and the last line turned around and shot behind them.

In this way, a wonderful array drill was completed.

Everyone was so tired that they were panting, lying on the ground to rest, preparing for a while to practice again and then go back to their homes.

"Captain Carl, I'll go and make it easier," said the square-faced man without blushing, "I'll be back soon."

"Go, go," said Carl squatted on the ground, feeling very tired, "Correton, you are such a freak, you may not be as physically as good as those trainee knights."

"Tell me honestly, have you broken through to the apprentice knight?" Carl looked at him enviously.

"No, no," said Curlayton, scratching his head, "but I feel it's not far behind."

"Good boy, it's really a good person," Carl patted Curleton's thigh and said, "Go quickly! Let's go around more in the future!"

"Sure, certain." Correton responded and left the open space behind the church and ran towards the church.

After entering the church, Corretton did not run to the public toilet, but instead went straight to the church confessional room and knocked three times at a floor tiles in the center of the confessional room.

After a few breaths, a "Bangbang" sound suddenly appeared under the floor tiles.

The next moment, with a bang, the floor tiles were pushed up suddenly and hit Corretton.

Fortunately, Curleton was shocked and the other side avoided this unforgettable disaster.

Immediately afterwards, a series of continuous figures rushed out of this secret passage.

"Jonanna, can't you wait?" Curleton couldn't help complaining to the first figure that jumped out, "It's not that there is no mechanism, why do you have to force it?"

Joanna said insincerely: "Sorry, because my claws are so hungry!"

"Okay, hurry up and divide the troops into two groups according to the plan and start the action!" Anderkre interrupted their conversation and said solemnly.

The discipline of the wolf pack is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Soon Andrei took a team of elite werewolf apprentices to the church where the Oriental Musketeers were training, while Joanna ran back with a group of bronze werewolfs who were not a knight.

Where Corretton had trained before.

A bloody battle began.

"Damn, did Correton fall into the pit? Why haven't he come back yet!" Captain Carl couldn't help but feel a little irritated, "What are these things all of them doing? I wonder if the village is at a time of life and death now?

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"I'm really convinced that I'm still lazy at this time." Carl yawned sleepily and said dissatisfiedly.

The 118 people lying on the ground complained even more and lying on the ground and were reluctant to get up.

Soon, Joanna saw a vague figure in the distance and immediately ordered the entire army to attack.

At this time, after meeting the non-knight bronze werewolf lurking in Borg Village, Joanna had thirty-five men under her command.

Suddenly the wolves roared, and a continuous crackling sound of bones. Thirty-five werewolfs, four or five meters tall, rushed towards the crowd under the leadership of Qiona, a bronze werewolf of high school knight-level level.

Thirty-six figures ran out of the momentum of thousands of troops galloping.

The "bang bang bang" footsteps also warned the lazy militia patrol.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack," Carl roared, "If you form a formation, don't lie down, you'll lie down again, and you'll become a corpse!"

The militiamen in the panic of Borg Village still showed high military qualities. They had already formed a formation in just over twenty seconds, and they had just formed an organization before the werewolf arrived.

"First wave, let it go!" With Carl's order, 20 silver-plated javelins shot at the charging werewolf. Unfortunately, the werewolf formation was too many and scattered, and only two or three javelins scratched a few werewolf.

After the first horizontal row was thrown, it automatically began to evacuate to both sides without command to the third horizontal row. The archers also did not need to be ordered to shoot and cover the first horizontal row, which was also ineffective, and only hit three or five werewolfs, but

Just a werewolf fell to the ground.

"Second wave, let it go!" With a command, the second row also released 20 silver-plated javelins in an instant. This time the effect was slightly better, scratching seven or eight werewolfs and falling two.

Before the third row was thrown, the werewolf crowd had already plunged into the array. At this moment, a wolf howl suddenly sounded in the archers' queue, and seven or eight werewolfs suddenly appeared in the archers' queue!

Massacre is inevitable!
Chapter completed!