"From now on, we must fight back!"
When Gron said this, everyone present could not help but show disapproval. This is not to blame for their disbelief in Gron. It is really because the current situation is not to mention a "counterattack". Both "persistence" and "persistence" are impossible.
Although the arrival of Goron allowed several major combat forces who were seriously injured and on the verge of death to return to the battlefield, the war cannot be fought with just a few people. Goron alone is a shaman who has only dissociated the first-level seal. It is unrealistic to treat all the wounded, not to mention that the biggest problem now is the shortage of war resources caused by the long-term blockade, especially muskets and ammunition.
In this strange alliance, the employees of the Tarkin Chamber of Commerce can only engage in commercial activities. It is okay to make money, engage in construction and provide logistics. It would be too difficult for them to expect them to fight on the battlefield. After all, these employees were just civilians before. That’s all.
The young ogres of the Black Hand tribe are undoubtedly very powerful. Their overwhelming racial superiority allows each ogre to increase its combat effectiveness with each passing day as its body grows. Even the weakest ogre, the little devil head, is powerful. $Novel() is much stronger than the battle-hardened human veterans, but unfortunately the number of ogres is extremely limited and cannot play a decisive role in a battle of this scale.
Therefore, the real main force of the alliance is still the group of women in the old street. They are loyal and reliable, not afraid of death in battle, and know how to obey and obey the rules. Their number is not small. If coupled with their eye-catching image and occasional charm, In terms of the factor that confuses the enemy, he can almost be said to be the most perfect warrior.
The reason why I use "almost" here. But it's because these women still have extremely fatal flaws, that is, their own strength is too low.
After all, they are all poor women who can only support themselves by selling their bodies, even if a few of them may have fighting talents themselves. But not everyone has the opportunity to display their talents like Black Lake. Therefore, the new weapon "musket" that can be equipped and used with effective combat effectiveness after simple training has become almost the only choice for women in the old streets.
But the problem is that this weapon is strictly limited by ammunition. A long gun or a short gun that has run out of bullets will not be more lethal than a wooden stick or brick. Then the bad reality is that the total bullets for everyone in the Haunted Gold Mine are insufficient. Fifty rounds, let alone finish a battle. He couldn't even hold on to a single salvo.
Unlike the black-handed ogres, the fat blue men who are generally more than three meters tall are still formidable war machines in their own right even without those amazingly powerful mobile mortars. But without the muskets, the women in the old streets are like the dancers without clothes on the stage. On the battlefield, they only have ornamental value and the counter-effect of boosting the enemy's morale. We can't let these gorgeous women with hot attire and voluptuous figures rush up and scratch their opponents' faces with their nails.
It can be said that after losing its war resources, the current haunted gold mine no longer has the combat effectiveness it can use. Don't call it a counterattack. How to survive the next round of attacks is a difficult problem.
Gronn saw everyone's expressions one by one. Except for the goblin businessman who always had an almost blind trust in him, everyone else thought that he was not clear about the current situation before he said such an unrealistic battle. plan. Goron smiled slightly, but suddenly changed the topic and said to himself: "I heard someone tell a story before. It was a story that happened in another ancient country in the world. It was about a king who had three extraordinary men. With the help of these three brave men, his country has become very powerful, but the problem is that these three brave men are too powerful and too arrogant, and have even threatened the king's dominance. , so the king wanted to kill them, but these three brave men did not break any imperial laws, and there was no one in the kingdom who could defeat them, so the king found a minister known for his wisdom and asked him. Seeking advice, the minister thought hard and thought of a way. He placed two very rare and delicious fruits in front of the three brave men, saying that they were rewards from the king. However, because there were only two fruits, they could only be rewarded to The two who have the greatest merit and the strongest strength. However, these three warriors all claim that they have greater merit and strength, and they are not willing to be reduced to the weakest among the three and have the least merit. So they had no choice but to prove themselves through a duel. In the end, all three of them died from their injuries."
This sudden and inexplicable story of Golon made everyone present confused. They didn't know what the mysterious "King of Backstreet" was doing, and how he suddenly turned this serious meeting into a story conference. . Only Britney Spears showed a thoughtful expression, as if she had thought of something, but she couldn't get to the point for a while.
Suddenly, the ogre Mountain Blackhand on the side looked up to the sky and laughed, muttering angrily: "Hahahahahaha... I understand! This is really a great idea, the two of them A piece of fruit can kill three powerful warriors. Is there any better plan than this?"
Britney stared at Dashan Black Hand, and the expression on her face changed from shock to surprise. The next moment she also showed surprise and said: "Ah~~~! Ah~~~! That's it! People also understand, Ge Brother Long is indeed the ‘King of Backstreets’! This is such a great idea! I really love you~~~!”
While Goron was pushing Britney who was rushing towards him, he was observing the reactions of others. After Dashan and Britney, Cassandra also gradually understood his thoughts. As for the others, it seemed that For a while, he couldn't figure it out. After Gron knew it, he stopped talking about it and told him the battle plan he had already drawn up...
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Less than two kilometers away from the haunted gold mine, in a temporary military camp, Messi, the leader of the "Anaconda Teeth" mercenary group, was leisurely enjoying his supper, a bottle of Alpine red wine and a piece of grilled meat. Just the right tuna steak to match the moonlight on the seaside. Feeling the sea breeze blowing is really a supreme enjoyment.
"Poisonous Python Fang" is a medium-sized mercenary group with thousands of members, although such a scale is nothing on the front lines of wars where mercenaries are active. However, the predecessor of "Poisonous Python Fang" is the remnant of a regular regiment in the empire that had its designation removed. Most of its members are experienced veterans. Although there are only a few warriors who have truly broken the seal, the overall combat effectiveness, especially in In an environment close to a regular battlefield, the "Poisonous Python's Fang" mercenary group often performs well.
But that was all in the past, and the empire has been in turmoil recently. The undercurrent continues. It is well known that the violent bear in the North has become increasingly restless, and the empire's corruption has reached its limit. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something big will happen sooner or later. No one knows whether the other major principalities will stand up to the imperial family at that time, but as long as the Empire’s strong wall—the Emerald Dragon Grand Duke Retusus—is alive, no one will dare to despise the imperial family.
When the war breaks out, mercenary groups like the "Poisonous Python's Fang", which are neither large nor small, will not be ignored like those kittens and puppies. There will not be the strength and capital of a large corps that can determine its own destiny. An organization like theirs, which is neither high nor low, will inevitably be forced to the forefront and forced to choose a side to support to the end. Not to mention that no matter who the leader Messi chooses to support, he only has a 1/2 chance of survival, and as long as the war starts, his "Poisonous Python Fang" will be sent to the front line to serve as cannon fodder. No matter who they face at that time, the Dragon Knights of Retusus or the mechanized corps of the Northland Bears. Neither Messi nor his venomous fangs will have a second ending.
This time Operation Ebb Harbor. It can be said that it was Poisonous Python's Fang's trip to avoid disaster. Hiding in the remote place of Low Tide Port was originally just a helpless move. However, after arriving here, Messi did not expect that he discovered that this place was actually a treasure land with unlimited potential. Although it cannot be compared with those prosperous metropolises and famous trading seaports in terms of historical heritage and cultural accumulation, it is full of vitality. Without the interference of those ancient, decadent and stupid nobles, the merchants of Luochao Port are doing amazing things. Wealth was accumulated quickly, and this small fishing village, which was formerly just a pirate habitat, was quickly built into a large-scale trade and distribution center with business routes extending in all directions.
Naturally, the mercenary business couldn't be better, including all kinds of bodyguards. There are endless missions to escort, even rob, and attack hostile chambers of commerce. What’s even more gratifying is that something happened two years ago that wiped out the professional guild mercenary group that originally lived in the Port of Low Tide, creating a vacuum of power. The Fang of the Poisonous Python succeeded in conquering the country without encountering any resistance. This prosperous place took root. Messi simply removed all the branches in other cities, concentrated all his efforts, and prepared to show off his skills and fight in the low tide port.
This time the actions against Lao Cai and Tajin Chamber of Commerce are just following the trend. Since many labor unions, organizations and local chambers of commerce have a hand in this, why should they stay out of it? And who doesn’t know those women in Lao Cai? All of them are little hens that can lay golden eggs, little gold mines that can walk. Just owning one or two can support a tavern and nightclub. Nowadays, in the slave market, a high-quality old street woman is even more valuable than an ordinary noble daughter, but it is still priceless and hard to find.
But now, hundreds of old street women are trapped in this gold mine in front of them. As long as they can capture this place and grab some women, there will be no need to go to the "Poisonous Python Fang" in the future. Just accept those missions of licking blood with a knife and narrow escape from death, just open a few hotels and count the money while lying down comfortably.
What's more, if the secret information bought from the intelligence dealer is correct, there may be other wealth hidden in this haunted gold mine. In fact, Messi no longer cares about this information. He has seen it with his own eyes. The haunted gold mine is in The new weapons brought out on the battlefield, as well as the well-trained ogre slaves, are all priceless treasures.
Everything, just waiting to capture this place...
At this moment, a messenger suddenly ran in in a hurry, looking panicked. Messi suddenly became angry. He hated it most when his subordinates didn't know the rules and had no manners. They would disturb his supper in the dead of night. With the last bit of patience, he still planned to listen to the contents of the messenger's report before making a decision. The method of punishment for him, but he only listened to two sentences and was already so shocked that he was speechless...
Messi swept away the plates and wine bottles on the table, grabbed the messenger by the collar, and asked sternly: "What did you say? Tell me again! If you dare to say a wrong word, I will twist it off." Your head~~~!”
The orderly soldier swallowed twice, took a labored breath, and then stammered: "Commander Messi, I, what I said is true, Lao Cai... The big boss of Lao Cai , that woman named Cassandra, is standing outside the camp gate now, she, she said she wants to see you in person~~~! "
******(To be continued...)