Zhou Qingfeng's boldness is indeed beyond imagination. As long as there are some coupons, he will do some unexpected things. For example, after attacking Bishop's supply convoy, he didn't run far at all.
When Exxon brought more than a hundred noble knights to the village near Shitan Town, Zhou Qingfeng was on a hillside less than one kilometer away, holding a 62-type telescope staring at him.
The relative height of the hillside is only 50 or 60 meters, but it is the commanding height within a few kilometers. After completing the attack yesterday, the forty-odd people led by Zhou Qingfeng rested in the village behind the hillside.
The village is very small, with only fifty or sixty thatched houses and one or two hundred residents. Most of the refugees from the wilderness gather here, relying on simple farming for their livelihoods.
No ironware can be found in the village, not even a few pots. Most farm tools are made of wood, not to mention livestock.
Zhou Qingfeng trapped all the villagers in their own houses and distributed some rice to each household to soothe their hearts. Although the villagers were worried, they were not dissatisfied.
On the hillside, Old Bank followed Zhou Qingfeng on horseback. He knew the news of Phil's death, and before he could be sad, he wanted to have another sex fight in the same room.
The opposite Exxon was once the knight commander of the Long-legged family, and both were important members of the family. Now only one can survive.
But Old Bank now pays more attention to the "two-tube" thing in Zhou Qingfeng's hand—the other world has a single-tube bronze telescope. But regardless of the field of vision, clarity, and magnification, the "monocular" is far less than the thing in front of me.
This is clearly a magical item with a constant'Eagle Eye Technique'.
It's so abnormal.
When Old Bank turned his head, Xili also grabbed one. Turning his head again, Mondino, Adrian, Todd, Nar, Mahan, Jason, and even the old witch doctor Borg who was in charge of the miscellaneous took one.
A crowd of people huddled on the hillside to look at Exxon on the opposite road. This is simply a one-way transparency of the battlefield, as if playing a monkey.
The truth is too abnormal.
How can this kind of good stuff get a hand
What's more sad is that I don't have one.
Old Bank felt uncomfortable.
Everyone's attention is on the hostile Exxon. They clearly saw more than a hundred knights continue to divide, and their forces scattered into the surrounding villages.
Soon, the villages near and far became hell-like staged scenes of tragedies.
The transport convoy was attacked yesterday, and Zhou Qingfeng and others expected this moment. Their attack on the transport team was so loud that people in the surrounding villages could not have noticed it.
The poor in the village will not let go of any opportunity to obtain food and goods. But they found a lot of property left on the road, and they all ran out like crazy to clean the battlefield.
Scattered grain and grass were removed, and the damaged carriage was torn down.
The guards of the defeated convoy were placed one after another, and they became the targets of the villagers' attacks. They didn't even let the corpse go, doing everything possible to strip it naked.
The destruction of the transport team will inevitably be retaliated by the noble master. Since last night, smarter people have fled. They took the belongings with them and fled and changed their lives.
Anyway, the broken houses of the poor are not worth money, and Banshee Fort does not have a household registration system. Who knows where the refugees come from
When the limelight has passed, it doesn't take much effort to come back and rebuild a thatched hut.
But there are still many villagers who can't bear even a thatched hut. Unconsciously, they did not realize that the danger was approaching, and the next day they were killed by the thunderous knight masters.
Exxon's men were divided into a team of twelve and three riders, rushing into the village on both sides of the road like wolves. They kicked the door when they entered the village, yelled at people, and as soon as they saw something that looked like a transport team, they killed people immediately.
The people in the village were poorly clothed without covering their bodies, dark and thin, running around like rats. The masters shouted loudly, forced people out for questioning with their swords, and killed them if they couldn't ask anything.
The telescope clearly showed scenes of relentless slaughter everywhere in front of Zhou Qingfeng and others.
"Victor." Nael, who believes in nature, yelled angrily: "When will I wait until I do it? I can't just watch it like this."
As the druid's animal companion, the winter wolf beside Nar also grinned and gave out a demonstrative growl.
Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, holding up his binoculars to scan, "The enemy is not scattered enough, wait a minute. We must kill at least half of the enemies, especially the enemy leader must not let go."
It is better to kill a group of miscellaneous soldiers than to kill the backbone of the enemy, and it is better to kill the leader of the enemy. It is best to turn the opponent into a piece of loose sand that loses command.
Zhou Qingfeng handed the binoculars to Old Bank, "We have few manpower, so we can't do it hard. You can also take a look and make a prediction."
The prophecy system does not give the truth or clues out of thin air, but also requires the caster to have a sufficient understanding of the target and scene to be predicted. The richer the details of this understanding, the more accurate the prediction and judgment.
Old Bank took over the telescope and had a panoramic view of the surrounding area for several kilometers. He felt that he had to withdraw his thoughts just now-the magic items of the constant'Eagle Eye Technique' could not be so easily and efficiently detected.
I don't know whether to be happy or uncomfortable
I am glad that I joined a team of local tyrants. What's uncomfortable is that he always feels that he is quite embarrassed, and now he has a psychological gap compared with real local tyrants.
With a telescope, Old Bank can calmly observe the terrain, roads, and the situation of enemy and enemy personnel. All kinds of information can be seen at a glance, casting a spell to infer the enemy's movement and possible difficulty lowered by one level.
When the camera is aimed at Exxon in the distance, Old Bank can clearly see the gestures and movements of the opponent, and can infer his emotions and thinking from this. At the moment of attention, he can even cast spells with spiritual consciousness from far away.
Curse cast-aura of doom.
Exxon felt a bitter cold in the distance, and his stout body couldn't stop shaking. He was pinching the long slender crossbow drawn from the corpse, staring at the sharp arrow tip, allowing the blood to slip from his palm.
It was Victor Hugo, who should have known it was him. Apart from him, who has the courage and the ability to run to the Banshee fort to make trouble
The monster in the Black Forest was not joking, the blow was hard enough.
Exxon dropped the crossbow bolt, suddenly got up, and ordered: "Blow the trumpet, gather the team, we are in trouble."
The rookie Tias also recognized the crossbow bolt on the corpse and was equally frightened. He panicked and asked: "Lord, it is the chaos in Coldwind City. What should we do?"
"We can't solve this trouble, we must report to Baron Bishop as soon as possible..." Exxon turned on his horse and subconsciously shifted his horse's head to the north. But he quickly reined in.
"No, the Baron can't solve this. His army of thousands is Hugo's real goal." Exxon seemed to realize it suddenly, and he turned his head south.
"We have to go back to Banshee Fort and find Lord Friedman to send out more powerful forces."
Seeing Sir Alex an idea for a while, Tias was also flustered. He took out a handful of bronze horns from his rucksack, ready to blow the trumpet to summon the knights scattered everywhere to assemble.
But after blowing it for a long time, my face was red, and the bronze horn couldn't make a sound. After checking, Tias said frustratedly: "Lord, my bronze horn is broken."
"Damn it, how could such an unlucky thing happen?"