King of the Fairy City

Master Hou was looking at the cave camp in front of him, thinking about how to take down this warrior camp with the least casualties.

The only thing worth worrying about in this camp is the three short wooden arrow towers, which have a long range and great lethality, enough to easily suppress warriors without armor.

To deal with such a camp, it is best to let all the warriors bring spiritual wooden shields. However, they did not expect that there would be arrow towers in Ye Mo's cave camp before they came, so they did not bring shields.

He was about to suggest that Master Zheng Xiaohou go back and make a batch of spiritual wooden shields before attacking the camp. But Zheng Yiqing was eager to take revenge, and relying on the strength of the numbers, he could not wait to order the warriors to charge.

Master Hou's mind changed. Anyway, they had a large number of people and might be able to attack the camp in one wave, so there was no need to make spiritual wooden shields. So he swallowed his idea, said no more, and followed Zheng Yiqing forward.

Under Zheng Yiqing's loud command, a group of warriors rushed towards the cave camp in a loose formation of twos and threes.

Half of them were Zheng's men, and the other half were captured warriors who had never fought side by side. They had different thoughts. Some were eager to win the reward in front of the young marquis, while others had no intention of attacking Ye Mo's cave camp and deliberately fell behind.

There were also some cunning people who wanted others to rush to the front, and they followed closely to take advantage.

Like the young marquis Zheng Yiqing, He An, housekeeper Cao, and master Hou, they were of noble status and position, and they certainly could not rush to the front as cannon fodder, but urged the warriors to attack at the back.

Such a team with different thoughts naturally had no order, and even looked messy, with a completely disjointed formation.

Although there were as many as twenty warriors in a group, there were only three or four who really rushed to the front desperately, wanting to win the reward.

The others fell behind in twos and threes.

There are three three-meter-high short wooden arrow towers in the cave camp, which easily cover a distance of thirty meters around. At this distance, the arrow tower can fire five or six rounds of volleys, which is definitely a painful road of casualties for the invaders.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The fast-shooting spiritual wood arrows and sharp spiritual wood javelins, with the sound of whistling wind, burst towards the warriors in the front, and their pupils kept getting bigger.

The warriors in the front dodged in panic, waved their swords to resist, and retreated again and again.

They blocked the way of the warriors behind them, and the entire charging team was in chaos.

The sound of whistling was endless.

These sounds were like nightmares for the group of warriors attacking the cave camp.

"Dang~Dang~!"

"Puff!"

"Ah!"

"Ah, my leg! My leg is pierced, save me!"

With each round of volleys, there were one or two tragic wails.

They were not equipped with heavy armor like the regular armies of various countries, nor were they sea beasts born with scales.

Most of them were wearing ordinary clothes, and the best was just leather armor. It was impossible to resist the dense spiritual wood javelins with leather armor. The piercing power of the spiritual wood javelins shot down from the towering arrow tower was far more powerful than that shot on the ground.

In a wave of charge, before rushing more than ten feet, the three or four warriors who rushed in the front were pierced by wooden spears or wooden arrows, and fell to the ground with serious injuries. There was even one person who was pierced directly through the chest by two spiritual wood javelins and stuck in the ground, dying on the spot.

Three injured and one dead!

This group of warriors was shocked. They had never expected that the lethality of these three short wooden arrow towers was so great.

Seeing that the power was too strong, the others behind also hurriedly retreated. No one wanted to rush in front and become a blood hedgehog. Even Zheng Yiqing's men retreated one after another, not to mention the captured warriors.

Life is your own, surviving is more important than anything else, only then will you have the opportunity to enjoy everything in the future.

With this retreat, the formation immediately collapsed, and the warriors fled back to the distant woods.

A wave of chaotic charge ended in vain.

Zheng Yiqing's warriors all retreated thirty feet away from the camp, out of the farthest attack range of the short wooden arrow tower, with the jungle as cover.

"Stop!"

Ye Mo waved his hand and asked Mo Ling Wanghu and others to stop shooting, saving the spirit wood javelin and spirit wood arrows.

The three of them also took this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, they forced these people back to a place thirty feet away. If they want to charge again, they will have to pay a heavy price.

"Assholes! A bunch of rubbish! More than 20 people can't even charge a small camp."

Zheng Yiqing's face was bulging with blue veins, and he was angry.

"Young Marquis, don't worry!"

Master Hou sneered, "Why not curse them to anger them!... Make them come out!"

"Oh, will this work?... Try it first!"

Zheng Yiqing looked puzzled. He didn't have a better idea for a while.

Then Master Hou ordered a warrior with a loud voice to curse loudly and fiercely.

The warrior nodded repeatedly after hearing this and began to yell at Ye Mo's camp.

"Come out if you have the guts. What kind of hero are you hiding in a turtle cave!"

"Bah, coward, get out of here!"

"Haha, I see, this guy is just a gigolo, with embroidered legs, and he has been scared out of his wits!"

In the cave camp, Wang Hu and Yang You were enraged and shouted back at the big man.

Mo Ling angrily opened his strong bow and shot thirty feet away.

Swoosh!

An arrow shot towards the big man.

The big man quickly dodged behind a nearby tree.

Boom!

The spiritual wood arrow ran out of power and fell at the root of the tree in front of the big man, and the tail of the arrow trembled violently.

Mo Ling saw that the big man easily dodged the arrow and could only sigh in anger. After all, the distance was too far, and the trees thirty feet away had not been cleared. Even if it was a sharpshooter, it would be difficult to hurt the big man.

"You still want to shoot me from such a distance! You must have not eaten enough, haha!"

The warriors under Zheng Yiqing also laughed and became more rampant.

No matter how the group of warriors around him yelled and cursed, all kinds of obscene curses were heard.

In the camp, Ye Mo looked at Zheng Yiqing indifferently in the distance, and the curses were just wind in his ears. His expression remained the same and he was not moved at all.

Just curse.

He had been struggling in the market since he was a child, struggling to make a living, and had cursed with shrews and beggars on the street. His face was as thick as a city wall. In addition, he practiced the "Chopping Waves Art" and faced the wind and waves every day. The more he encountered stormy waves, the calmer his heart became, and the steadier his sword was.

Master Hou was naturally watching Ye Mo's expression carefully, but the result disappointed him, "This kid is young, but his face is as thick as a city wall. It seems impossible to provoke him out. This kid doesn't buy it at all!"

On the contrary, the two young warriors who were throwing spears and shooting arrows on the two wooden towers cursed back angrily, and they were ready to rush down and fight desperately.

Unfortunately, without Ye Mo's instructions, they would not act rashly.

Master Hou turned his head and saw Zheng Yiqing's red eyes, full of raging anger. But unfortunately, this anger could not reach Ye Mo in the camp at all, and he could only stare blankly.

"Alas!"

Master Hou shut up tactfully and said no more. He knew that Young Marquis Zheng had a bad temper, he was impatient and irritable, he wanted to see the results immediately, if he didn't like it, he would scold him.

Young Marquis Zheng was angry, if he suggested going back to make the spirit wood shield and attack next time, he would definitely be scolded by the young marquis.

The more indifferent Ye Mo was, the more annoyed and angry Zheng Yiqing became.

This was clearly a slap in his face again and again, destroying the prestige of the young marquis.

"He An, your martial arts is the best in Zheng State, unparalleled, can you rush over this distance, climb over the spirit wood fence, kill into the camp, and kill all the archers on the three arrow towers?"

Zheng Yiqing said sternly to He An beside him.

Just now, He An did not rush to the camp, but followed him to protect his safety. It seems that if we want to capture this cave camp, we can't do it without using this peak warrior.