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Chapter 217 Hope, Commander, Mutation!(2/2)

The middle-aged leader nodded immediately and said.

He has been staying in the Knoll Fort in the Helm Valley for a long time and is extremely familiar with the situation here.

"What about the other things that are prepared to deal with the enemy's siege?"

Morgan continued to ask.

Have you never seen a pig run?

Although Morgan has experienced countless battles, he is single-handed and has never led the troops to attack.

But most of his friends are either kings or ministers or generals, and they are all mortals anyway.

Under the influence of ear habits and eyes, it is normal for Morgan to understand the leadership of his troops.

He roughly knew the attacks, counterattack methods, and some important things he paid attention to in the battle to defend the city.

"Of course, the thorny thorns rolling wood, stones, spears, and tincture oil are all ready."

Seeing the legendary Dragon Slayer Commander ask about these, the middle-aged leader immediately said respectfully.

He did not look down on Morgan, nor did he dare to look down on Morgan.

Of course, he also didn't know that this was Morgan's first time commanding troops to fight.

He knew from the adventure legend that Morgan had a good relationship with the king of the northern Gone Mountain Dwarf Kingdom, the King of the River Valley Gang, and the Elves King of the Dark Woods. He knew that these methods of defending the city were so normal.

After all, he grew up listening to Morgan's stories.

After hearing the warrior leader say something, Morgan seemed to have thought of something and immediately stopped.

"Marlen, how did you usually deal with feces in the horn fort?"

With the puzzled eyes of the few people behind him, Morgan looked at the middle-aged soldier leader beside him and asked again.

Yes, Morgan, who traveled from the Great Heavenly Kingdom, thought of a ruthless method to deal with the siege soldiers when defending the city, which was to pour "gold juice", that is, boiling hot feces juice, on the enemy's siege, into the city, with full lethality.

Not only does it directly splashing gold juice has huge lethality, but the lethality produced by staining arrows with gold juice is even more amazing.

Because the feces are dirty, basically the soldiers who were shot will definitely be infected with the wounds, and then you will be waiting to die.

"stool?"

When the people behind him were asked about this, the expressions of the few people behind him were a little unnatural.

In this world, although most people often find a place to solve the problem when they need it.

However, in some large urban towns, in order to avoid urban sanitation, there is still a concept of "toilet" for feces being treated.

But Morgan was not sure about this horn fort.

"There are many soldiers who stayed at the Kwun Castle. Of course, we have dug up cesspools that deal with the feces of everyone."

After a little silence, the middle-aged leader Mallon answered.

"Oh, that's good, how many?"

Morgan's eyes lit up, but fortunately these big guys didn't solve the problem anywhere, so he continued to ask immediately.

“Uh… there are a lot.”

Mullen said softly, although he didn't know what Morgan was thinking.

But the other party asked formally this and this was definitely not just because he was concerned about the health problems of the Clark Castle.

"Okay, I'll give you a task."

Morgan turned around and looked at the middle-aged leader in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I want you to send someone to fill the feces in the cesspool, and then find a way to boil them in a large pot, and then set aside, just like the thorny thorns rolling wood and stones, and the tincture oil you have prepared."

After the words came to an end, the middle-aged leader was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted and looked at Morgan: "All of it?"

"Yes, and it's fast."

"Because we don't know when those orcs from Aisinger will arrive."

Morgan nodded and spoke.

Looking at Morgan's serious face, the middle-aged leader Mullen nodded immediately, then turned around and walked backwards.

It was already so obvious that the people around him had already understood it.

"Mr. Morgan...can you really deal with the enemy with boiled feces?"

At this time, the young cavalry leader Clive, who was a little quiet beside him, suddenly asked.

He is a powerful cavalry warrior who gallops through the wilderness.

Although I have never defended the city, the method of using feces to attack like rolling wood that Morgan just said was a bit absurd.

"It's certainly possible..."

"The boiled feces juice is disgusting when you think about it."

Before Morgan could speak, the dwarf Jinli immediately responded, and at the end he shook his head: "If anyone dares to pour that thing on his body, I swear I will kill him!"

"Take the orcs with boiled feces..."

"This is indeed a good idea."

"Those feces are not only foul-stenched but also dirty. If you accidentally get the wound, it will definitely be difficult to treat and will deteriorate quickly."

After thinking, Legolas also responded and nodded: "Although this method is not so glorious, and it is a bit unacceptable."

"But, victory is the most important thing."

Legolas obviously expressed everyone's thoughts.

"Doesn't you have to worry about the evil orcs who are not glorious. As long as you can kill those guys, it's a good idea."

Hearing Legolas's words, Jin Li was obviously distracted, and he immediately responded: "The orcs won't talk to you about those things."

All right.

Morgan hasn't spoken about the young cavalry leader yet.

His two friends answered the questions perfectly.

Hearing the conversation between these two people.

The young leader Clive had nothing to say.

His thinking just now didn't change for a while.

At this time, I finally understood.

Clive was also deeply disgusted with the orcs, and naturally agreed with the dwarf in front of him: "Doesn't need to pay attention to anything else when dealing with those evil orcs, as long as they can kill them is a good way.

Morgan continued to walk forward with a few people.

Soon, in a corner of the tall, thick and sturdy exterior wall, a group of residents were busy cleaning clothes and other things around the edge of the puddle.

When Morgan looked at the puddle, he immediately saw the edge of the city wall, half submerged in the puddle, revealing the drainage outlet of a half-meter-high hole.

The memory scene flashed in the plot immediately in his mind, and Morgan and his few people immediately walked towards the puddle.

He quickly walked to the puddle, looked at the residents following him with full armed guards and immediately made way for Morgan and his group.

“What’s there?”

Morgan pointed at the water outlet and asked a little leader behind him.

Like the middle-aged leader who left before, this time, he was the leader of the left-behind Clerk Castle. This time he was responsible for introducing the situation to Morgan.

“There are fences made of steel inside.”

Hearing Morgan ask, the young leader immediately realized what Morgan wanted to say and immediately continued: "Don't worry, Lord Morgan, the enemy cannot pass here."

Of course, if it was a cold weapon, Saruman's army would not be able to enter from here.

But for Saruman, who has now transformed from a white-robed wizard to an industrial giant, nothing is possible.

"Clut it up, use boulders, and at the fastest speed."

Morgan was too lazy to explain to the young leader, and directly ordered: "Tell me when I'm done."

"Yes, sir."

The military order was like a mountain. Even if the young leader didn't understand, he had to take the order immediately, turn around and walk behind him with great strides.

"Let's go, let's take a look at the strongest walls in Rohan..."

As Morgan said, he walked up to the tall and thick wall towards the stone stairs next to the puddle.

Time passes slowly.

Morgan stayed on this exterior wall for a long time.

When walking down the wall.
Chapter completed!
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