In Wu Ming's previous life, there were many myths and legends about the West.

The most attractive ones are all kinds of alien races.

Beautiful and arrogant elves, stubborn and enthusiastic dwarves, short and intelligent half-lengths, mysterious and enchanting sirens, as well as tree spirits, trolls, ogres...

Now that he has come to a world similar to Western mythology, he is naturally very interested in these things.

The town of Nahoniya and even the entire Fengying Plain are areas under human rule. He has never seen any alien race, or even some ambiguous news, heard from the minstrels, and he still does not know whether it is true or false.

In the simple hearts of many town people, as long as foreigners who have slightly different appearances and different living habits are all different.

It is like the real wild people active in the wasteland. They are barbaric and cruel, uncivilized, and even retain the tradition of eating similar. In the small town of Nia, they are called ogres.

Wu Ming strongly suspected that the legend of ogres in the mouths of those minstrels was processed in this way.

Of course, there are dragons and snakes, but they cannot be described by imagination alone. They must have similar creatures, which have inspired poets.

The next day, when the morning light was dim, the Knights of Thakur urged everyone to set off.

After walking for three days in a row, the surrounding environment became even more desolate and barbaric. The figure of the wolf was vaguely visible in the bushes, and there were even beasts who were starving and red and dared to attack the team directly.

Their fate was naturally besieged by several soldiers and turned into dinner that day, but other secret threats were hard to defend against.

For example, poisonous insects and snakes that are well hidden, or even unclean water sources.

The harsh environment has led to non-combat attrition, which has increased to three today.

Fortunately, no unlucky guy died, otherwise the morale of the team would have been depressed.

"Camp! All the captains come to me to gather!"

Thakur looked at the sky. It was still late before the sunset, but he had already arrived at his destination.

All the captains were also conscious, their eyes were slightly hot, as if they were carrying flames.

"You are all here!"

Thakur sat on a rock, leaning on a giant sword in both hands, looking at the four people surrounding him, and nodding slightly.

The three people who came were the captain of the guards, and the blonde Arthur was among them, and the last one was naturally Wu Ming.

In other words, in Thakur's heart, twenty mercenaries were barely worth the strength of a ten-man guard team.

Thakur's voice was vicissitudes, but it was strong and powerful: "I think you all guessed it, or heard news from all sides... Not bad! This place is very close to our target of this attack!"

He looked around for a while and his voice was low: "It was a village composed of tax evaders and serfs, with three hundred people! Women, old people, and children included... Our mission this time is to destroy it, let the tenants who owe taxes to make up for the master's tax money, let the escaped serfs put on shackles again, and of course, our pockets swell a little!"

Just one sentence immediately let Wu Ming know that the so-called knight virtues in his previous life were basically deceptive.

Although there may be such a kind of knight in this world, more people are probably Thakur who acts obediently and once they determine the enemy, they will not have any kindness or mercy.

"Three hundred people..."

Another big man snatched his hands a little uneasy: "Then they have at least fifty to sixty adults..."

Thakur glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "There are fifty farmers who don't even have cloth armor and can only wave wooden sticks and stones! Tell me, Joseph, are you scared?"

"No! Of course not! Lord Knight, I just...I just..."

Joseph hesitated and muttered in a low voice, but said nothing more.

"Very good! Now the whole team is resting, and at night we will sneak over and launch an attack! This will be a parade-like victory!"

The Knights of Thakur concluded.

If you use fifty fully armed elite soldiers to attack a village, there will naturally be no accidents, and you will have to attack at night. If it goes well, there will probably not be many casualties.

Obviously, if it would cause heavy casualties, Baron Terry would not have sent the Knights of Thakur out.

However, Wu Ming was still confused when he announced the order of the knight and watched his subordinates cheering.

"Where did this news leak?"

"And...who provided the route to the wasteland?"

Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary mercenary captain and was not qualified to ask Thakur for such secrets and participate in major events.

So Wu Ming could only call Joey, Andrew, Henry, and his four mercenaries, and solemnly reminded: "Try to follow me in your actions tonight, don't leave the team without authorization, do you understand?"

"clear……"

The voices were uneven and they were even more dissatisfied, which made Wu Ming feel disapproving.

He knew the discipline of these guys below very well. Obviously, when it comes to fighting for the spoils, they will not care about the captain at all. Perhaps some guys will leave the warning behind now.

‘But, don’t worry about him. If they want to die, let them die…’

Wu Ming had a solemn expression, but he looked around indifferently, looking at everyone's faces with different expressions, thinking lightly.

...

The moonlight is hazy.

The moon tonight is a bit scarlet and full of ominous aura.

In the darkness, a wave of teams was very morale and groping forward.

Wu Ming wore a piece of iron armor, made of good cooked cowhide, and inlaid several iron pieces in key areas. His defense was one level higher than ordinary leather armor. A steel long sword was pinned to his waist, and a long bow was carried on his back, fully armed.

As the captain, there are naturally some privileges, which are natural to others.

With the temptation of the trophy and the encouragement of pre-war jerky soup, even this wave of mercenaries also showed excellent qualities at this time, covering all the shining items such as swords and other objects, moving forward with the moonlight.

The road in the dark is more difficult to walk than in the day. When the moon climbs into the middle of the sky, the team in front suddenly stopped and immediately brought the latest order of the Knight of Thakur: "Rest in place!"

Wu Ming felt a little confused and immediately knew that the destination was close.

He lowered his body, slowly stepped forward, turned over and came to the front of the team, and a small village suddenly appeared in front of him.

It is located in the middle of two low hills, a river flows slowly from the rear, and there are several simple wooden buildings and a fence directly in front.

This simple fortification still made Wu Ming feel terrified. There were obstacles on all three sides, and the only path was blocked again, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Moreover, whether you are prepared or not is another matter.

On the wooden building, there were lights and figures faintly, and there were obviously special people patrolling and guarding.

The living environment of wild people is worse than that of the leaders, they face more dangers, and they are extremely vigilant.

Half an hour later, the Knights of Thakur ordered the whole team to be on guard. Then, with a wave of his hand, a few flexible black shadows secretly groped towards the wooden building.

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

Under the moonlight, he could see these dark shadows flexibly relying on obstacles and darkness to hide their bodies. They slowly touched the wooden building and climbed up without making any sound. They were obviously extremely excellent scouts.

As the shadow touched the top of the tower, a confident smile appeared on the face of the Knight Thakur.

call out!

But suddenly, a bone arrow shot from somewhere. The scout screamed in terror, and it was particularly loud in the quiet night and landed heavily.

There were screams of exclamation and screams, and there was a loud bang of beating the skin drum from the wooden building.

"Damn...there is a secret whistle!"

The Thakur Knight spat hard on the ground, looking at the village that had become turbulent, hesitantly flashed in his eyes, but he still issued an order: "Attack!"

"charge!"

The soldier who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward in one breath. Thakur took the lead. Because of the terrain and confidentiality, he did not ride a horse, but had already put on the heavy knight armor. He shouted suddenly, and slashed the giant sword with both hands and smashed the fence open.

"It's the lackeys of those lords!"

"Iron Man!"

"Kill them!"

...

There were shouts from the village, and almost every household rushed out of the big man with weapons, and a large number of arrows shot from the secret.

The arrows are dull and dull under the moonlight, a little pale, and are obviously made of bones.

The Knight Thakur was wearing armor, and the arrow naturally had no effect at all. He laughed loudly, jumped forward suddenly, swept the heavy sword, and several wild people screamed and retreated.

Under his leadership, the team rushed through the outer defense line and came to the village.

I don't know who lit the torch, and the scorching flames swallowed the surrounding boards, thatch, houses, and everything.

Under the bright torch, Wu Ming immediately saw all kinds of wild people.

Their appearance is not much different from that of ordinary leaders. They are just pale and thin, and they are wearing tattered clothes. At this time, women, elderly people, and children all use wooden sticks or even stones as weapons to fight against foreign invaders.

When Wu Ming saw this scene, his eyes were indifferent: "The strong prey on the weak is the law of nature..."

"The lackey of the evil lord!"

In front of him, a curly middle-aged man screamed, waved the iron axe in his hand and rushed over.

Wu Ming jumped away and pulled out the steel sword from his waist with agility. He stabbed the sword tip into his chest. The middle-aged man fell down in disbelief.

"Owo!"

Another wild man rushed up, holding an iron sword that was very sharp and had obviously learned sword skills.

Wu Ming entangled with him several moves, and suddenly a spin, and a huge force swept away his sword and blood splattered.
Chapter completed!