Bishop was preparing his hammer, while Zhou Qingfeng was paying attention to his uncontrolled anvil.

In the valley six or seven kilometers away from Danfog Town, you can see a smokey village in the distance in the telescope. The fence wall of the village was completely knocked down and several houses caught fire.

More than a dozen bodies were hung on a big tree outside the village, and under the trees were the relatives of the victims.

A noble army of hundreds of people occupied the village. But the village was too small to live in. So they scored another group of people camped outside the village.

From beginning to end, this army was always united and not dispersed.

"These guys have learned their lessons." Zhou Qingfeng put down his telescope and handed it to the old bank beside him. "But they are not good enough."

Old Bank observed the tragedy in the village, with a expressionless face.

As an "old nobleman", he couldn't say anything, he could only serve the lord as he could, and hoped that the dragon slayer would become an evil dragon as soon as possible.

Lord Hugo is wise, decisive, strong execution, moderate command, and has the potential to evolve into an "evil dragon". The Buqi family originally had a 90% chance of winning the Hanfeng City, but now it has been forced to reach 50%.

Does anyone know that the Hanfeng City was very empty a few days ago, and the whole city was handed over to Wilson, the inspection office to manage. The low-level apprentice who only had the Wizard Tower was the strongest combat power, and there were only some ordinary cavalry and infantry in the city.

If the nobles of Banshee Castle were a little more courageous, they might have poked the window paper. But after defeating Exxon, the opportunity disappeared.

Xili took Mondino and others back to Hanfeng City, and even Todd's Orc Guard was not left behind. Only Adrian's hunting team was responsible for the work behind enemy lines.

Apart from the strange maid, Zhou Qingfeng was the only one who was the key to taking care of Old Bank. As for the "Jiying", he stayed in the different dimension of the alchemy workshop.

Putting down the telescope, Old Bank asked in confusion: "His Excellency Hugo, what are you going to do next?"

"I..." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "What should I do if I don't plan to do. The next thing is what should people living here do."

Old Bank turned his head again, and twenty or thirty inconspicuous villagers lay behind the hillside. They were dressed in tortured clothes, pale faces and thin skin, and their equipment was even zero. No matter how they looked, they didn't look like they had combat effectiveness.

There was no telescope, but only looking at the smokey village not far away, the villagers knew very well what was happening in the village. Some were crying in a low voice, and some were comforting gently.

Although he had no experience, Adrian's secret camp still completed the first "short training class". The complaint conference greatly brought the hearts of the suffering people closer, and the sheltered personnel were in the group for the first time.

Zhou Qingfeng was originally worried about whether he could organize loose human hearts.

But he underestimated the instinct of human beings to keep warm, the cohesion brought by collective cooperation, and even underestimated the poor's determination to die under the oppression of the nobles.

Twenty or thirty villagers were the "outstanding people" in the training. They elected the captain themselves, lay on the slopes of the valley until dark, and discussed with each other how to act.

Some ideas were more reliable than Zhou Qingfeng had imagined, so he only provided necessary information and logistical support, and let go of others.

One night passed, and the next day the sun rose again.

Lord Abeta, who was stationed in the village, came out of a broken room, and the servant brought him a cup and wooden plate for washing. After smearing his face, the Lord asked, "Did you have any movement last night?"

"It's safe." The attendant shook his head and said in a coquettish manner: "Master, your strength is too strong. Hugo must have avoided you from afar when he sees you, how dare he provoke me?"

This was originally intended to please him, but Lord Abeta slapped the servant with his backhand and shouted violently: "You know what a fool. If Hugo was so easy to deal with, Exxon would not have died."

The attendant covered his swollen face and had to laugh.

Abeta hated that his men were all like pigs, so he could only call out the commander, "Let the bastards get up for me and continue to sweep the next village."

We must be fierce, even more fierce than the enemy to win. Anyone who hinders us will die.

Send someone to contact Hort and Kane nearby. If I encounter trouble, they have to come and rescue them immediately. Hugo from Hanfeng City will definitely not give up, maybe he will peek nearby."

With Abeta's roar, the messengers hurriedly went to give orders, and the noble troops inside and outside the village gathered one after another. The Lord, with a sinister face, held a horse whip and went to urge himself.

Anyone who dares to slack off will step forward and beat him up.

Abeta was extremely powerful. The soldiers who were beaten and even the noble officers dared not say anything. Even if they were drawn, they had to endure it.

Everyone in the team was afraid of this Lord, but it has to be said that his subordinates were full of ruthlessness and basic discipline.

Within half an hour, a team of about 500 people gathered out of the village and set out in a double platoon. The noble knights in the team were responsible for acting as guards, and the reconnaissance personnel scattered at least one kilometer to ensure that they were not attacked during the march.

Less than 500 meters away from the village, the mount of a noble knight in front suddenly felt pain and raised his hooves, and hissed. Abeta in the team was extremely excited when he heard this sound.

"Is it an enemy attack? Hugo's troops finally appeared. The front team knights dispersed and the infantry formed a formation. The wizards were ready to summon Hort and Kane who were following behind. Let them find a way to encircle from left to right..."

Abeta happily issued several orders, and the people leaving the village changed from column to horizontal, from marching to combat. But when all the postures were set, nothing happened outside the village.

The vanguard knight walked back to report on his own, "Lord, I encountered a bow."

What......?

Abeta was filled with joy and turned into nothing. He followed the avant-garde knights to investigate. He first saw the war horse lying in the middle of the dirt road, and then saw a man-made bow on the side of the road.

In fact, a wooden stake is penetrated into the ground and tied up elastic branches. A pedal is buried in the middle of the road. As long as it is stepped on, the branches will rebound and shoot out the tiny crossbow arrow clamped on the top.

The avant-garde knight was very lucky, and the crossbow arrow did not hit him, but shot a large horse. The crossbow arrow also had strong poison applied to it. With the physique of the war horse, it would be dying.

I thought I would encounter a fierce and fierce attack or overwhelming enemy troops, and it would be fine to have a strong confrontation.

But what does it mean to set up a nest bow on the side of the road? This thing is usually used for hunting, and can only deal with small prey like rabbits. Larger wolves cannot be killed.

"You just encountered this?" Abeta asked staring at the Avant-garde Knight.

"It's true." The Avant-garde Knight was both scared and innocent when facing the Lord. "I was responsible for opening the way in front of my head, but I ran into it."

This is so annoying.

Only bandits who dare not fight head-on play such inappropriate things.

War horses are precious combat supplies and cannot be abandoned easily. While the injured horse is not dead, Abeta calls a priest to treat it.

The priest took a long time to remove a slender crossbow arrow from the horse's belly, and also paid a "neutralizing toxin" and "treat minor injuries".

"Be careful," Abeta ordered.

The avant-garde knight stepped on his war horse again and promised the Lord in a submissive manner that he would be careful and would never be plotted against by such a despicable trap again.

The war horse ran slowly, and the avant-garde knight paid special attention to the ground. As a result, he ran a hundred meters away and hung a thin line hanging on the branches on the roadside.

As soon as the thin line was pulled, another poisonous crossbow arrow shot out from the branch. This time it hit the front guard's neck.

Abeta was still standing in place, watching his subordinates fall down and struggle to call for help.

The pastor who had just rescued rushed up, but he didn't know what he had stepped on halfway through. Another bow was fired from the side of the road and knocked the pastor down.

Hiss...Abeta took a deep breath.

(Highly recommended children's drama, super cute Russian girl.)
Chapter completed!