The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The murlocs' retreat was resolute and swift, leaving behind some broken teams to pretend they were moving their camp farther from the 168th Battalion's barracks.

When it was bright and sunny, even the broken team withdrew to the south. Only then did the scouts of the 168th Brigade on the watchtower realize the abnormality of the other camp.

A few kilometers north of the 168th Battalion's barracks, a black smoke was rising, and the village below the black smoke was now in a state of battle.

When Churchill took Charles and the others to kill first, they saw the place was devastated.

All the farmland around the village was ruined. Whether it was the pumpkins and soybeans that were just planted not long ago, or the perennial pastures that were used as fodder, they were all destroyed by the murlocs in one morning.

All irrigation canals and wells in the fields were destroyed.

The chickens raised in the pastures were left with only chicken feathers and chicken manure, pig blood in the pig farms outside the village, and traces of pigs being disintegrated.

On the contrary, there was no sign of the village being attacked.

Churchill was under the village wall talking to the village chief and the militia captain above the wall.

The militia captain said to him: "Before the sun rose, our militiamen standing guard heard movement outside, so they rang the bell to call the police."

"It was already dark when we climbed the wall, and there were about a thousand murlocs outside. Half of them surrounded our village, and the rest were outside harming the fields and bringing everything they could eat. gone."

"Where did they go?" Churchill asked.

"North," said the militia captain. "Half an hour before you arrived, they went north."

Farther north, beyond the 168th Group's defense zone, Churchill frowned as he pondered his next move.

Cross-regional operations are not a problem, especially when it comes to pursuit and reconnaissance.

But he was worried about whether the enemy had other conspiracies, such as setting up an ambush in the north to kill the pursuers.

There were more than 4,000 enemies in their barracks who had surrounded them before, and there were still 4,000 who retreated south from the rear of the palace.

Now only a thousand enemies have been found around the village, and the whereabouts of the other three thousand murlocs are still unknown.

This is a force that can control the local battle situation and cannot be treated with care.

Now their goal is to find traces of the remaining three thousand murlocs.

After some deliberation, Gu Mingdi Sanxian left the village on a thin horse again.

The horse walked slowly on the road among the trees, and there was no sound except for the rustling of leaves when the breeze was blowing.

Gu Mingdi Sanxian looked around nervously, for fear that a murloc or some other bird of prey would suddenly appear from behind the trees.

He kept urging the horse to run quickly, but the skinny horse walked slowly and listlessly on the road as if he had not had enough to eat.

As a result, nothing happened along the way until he reached Baixue Town and connected with the soldiers on the city wall.

Charles quickly exchanged the password with the soldiers on the wall. The acquaintances stationed here are the 165th Battalion who fought together in Wocao Ridge.

After receiving the news that the enemy was fleeing north this morning, the city gate was already closed, and a shelf was hung from the side of the city gate, and Charles and the skinny horse were hung up.

Dorset, the captain of the 165th Brigade, was already waiting, and Charles reported the situation as soon as he saw him.

"Report, sir, there are a large number of enemies lurking in the woods five kilometers south of Baixue Town." Charles Hui reported, "When I passed by that forest just now, I didn't hear any birds chirping, and I didn't see any insects flying. I haven't seen one of them."

Dorset nodded and said, "I see."

Charles was startled, then turned his head sharply, and found that a dark shadow shook in the woods far to the south, and it seemed that there were countless murlocs ready to go in the woods.

Dorset glanced at Charles and asked, "Did your Highness lead the enemy here?"

Charles shrugged, "If I collude with the murlocs, do you think it's easier for me to deceive the city gate, or just smash it down?"

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Dorset clenched his left fist and smashed the palm of his right hand, then said to Charles: "Since you are here, Your Highness, it seems that we will be surrounded and you will not be able to go back, or you can simply join our 165th brigade by the way. Bar."

Charles has a black line. He knows that the teams he cooperated with at the beginning all wanted to poach him.

"It's up to the commander to decide." Charles kicked the ball to Elizabeth.

The 165th Brigade stationed in the town obviously had a plan to deal with the current situation. Without Dorset's command, the soldiers and militiamen were already in their places, and the signal soldiers also reported the situation through the magic communication system.

Baixue Town is famous for producing silk that is as white as snow. The town is mainly engaged in the textile industry, and there are many farmers who raise silkworms.

Now the weavers in the town have formed a militia to help defend the city. They saw about two thousand murlocs coming out of the woods. One thousand murlocs were divided into four teams to defend outside the city gate, and the other thousand murlocs were defending the city gate. Start destroying mulberry trees in the fields outside the city.

Dorset already knew from Charles that the village to the south was also besieged by the murlocs and not attacked, and then destroyed the farmland outside the village.

At this moment, he frowned at the murlocs who were wreaking havoc in the distance, then turned his head and asked Charles, "Your Highness, can you destroy the salted fish blocking the road ahead?"

Charles looked at the approaching team of about three hundred murlocs and said, "It is more convenient for me to use a crossbow at this distance."

At this time, Dorset waved his hand, and countless crossbow arrows immediately shrouded the murloc team that was preparing to send lobbyists or messengers.

The murlocs were obviously prepared. The ice wall released by more than 100 magicians blocked all the crossbow arrows~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The leader of the murlocs breathed a sigh of relief. The task is to stop the elves from rushing out of town and buy time for the team that destroys the fields.

At this time, the second wave of crossbow arrows came again, and the mages worked together to strengthen the ice shield just now.

It's just that the fastest crossbow arrows were surrounded by colorful rays of light, and the others didn't notice this because of the ice wall.

The ice wall collapsed and collapsed with the sound of "crashing", and then countless crossbow arrows shot the murlocs behind the ice wall into hedgehogs.

The 165th Battalion's counterattack unit, mainly its assault detachment, had already jumped off the city head from this direction, and was preparing to expel and destroy the enemy who had destroyed the farmland.

As a result, these murlocs didn't seem to want to fight. After seeing the elves fighting back, they ran into the woods while they still had time.

Dorset, fearful of an ambush in the woods, stopped the counterattack outside the woods.