Warlord: King of All Clans

Bjorn and his people joined up with Magnar's people, and they crossed the mountains and headed straight for the gnoll hunting team.

If it were a head-on confrontation, a hundred Basaka longbowmen would be only slightly stronger than a hundred gnolls.

But an ambush is different. The Basaka longbowmen find a good position and launch a few waves of arrows. Half of the gnolls are killed or wounded before they can even get close to them.

Leo was not worried about the failure of the wild people, but was only worried that they would suffer too many casualties.

The two wild tribes were already in his possession. Even if they were unwilling to surrender, they were at least allies.

Their soldiers are Leo's soldiers.

In his previous life, he loved strategy games, and no matter what game he played, he always sought to minimize the casualties.

When playing Savage Six, the death of a scout is heartbreaking, and the death of a swordsman makes you want to reload the game.

And now, he has living people in his hands, so he cannot let them die.

The best scenario is that there is no war and no enemies invade. Everyone lives in harmony, allowing Leo and his people to concentrate on farming, and continue to do so until modern times!

While directing the infantry and refugees to quickly build fortifications, dig trenches and traps, Leo asked Fisa: "Where is your big dog-headed man?"

The so-called big dog-headed man is the werewolf that the ogre gave to Fraser.

Fraser refused to admit that werewolves were not kobolds, so she redefined their race.

This werewolf, locked in a huge iron chain, only showed up twice before disappearing without a trace.

Leo didn't know whether he was killed by Fisa because the werewolf was difficult to tame, or he took the opportunity to escape.

Feisa was supervising the dog-headed people making "Boom Boom". Upon hearing this, she replied casually: "He wants to go home to see his mother."

Leo couldn't believe it: "So you just let him go?"

"What else?"

"All right……"

Leo had nothing to say. It was Frasa's own choice, so he let her go. Not hurting anyone was the best outcome.

Seeing that Leo was silent, Feisa said firmly: "He will come back! He is the big dog-headed man! One of my people!"

As she was talking, Feisha came to a dog-headed man who was making gunpowder, grabbed a handful of mixed black powder, put it to her nose and sniffed it, and cursed angrily: "Idiot! Idiot! Too little yellow, too much black!"

The dog-headed man who was preparing the gunpowder was so scolded that he whimpered, unable to raise his head, and almost committed suicide.

Feisa walked to another kobold, grabbed a handful of gunpowder, sniffed it, and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad! Very pure stuff!"

Fraser's invention of the powder keg was surprisingly simple.

First, he stole the gunpowder formula from Leo, successfully prepared black powder, and set off fireworks in the Gnoll Valley.

She has an extraordinary sense of smell and can smell the composition of gunpowder. She adjusts the proportion of materials according to the smell emitted by the gunpowder to achieve the best ratio.

She had more and purer saltpeter and sulfur, as well as more time to experiment, and in just a few days, her gunpowder was more powerful than Leo's test product.

I put the prepared black powder into a barrel for storage, but accidentally exploded it, and instantly discovered a new world.

The powder keg was born!

Now Fraser has begun to study the granulation of gunpowder to improve its moisture resistance and stability.

But the war came too quickly, and currently Fraser's blasters still used powdered gunpowder.

Powdered gunpowder is difficult to transport and store, especially in the hands of a careless person. It can easily explode and send the person flying into the sky.

So Leo suggested that Fraser carry saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal separately and prepare them temporarily on the battlefield.

The ogre craftsmen under Fesa's command were neither skilled nor professional in preparing gunpowder and required Fesa's constant supervision.

A wooden barrel the size of a human head was hooped with three iron hoops, into which dozens of irregular iron eggs the size of grapes were placed, then filled with gunpowder and the barrel lid was nailed shut.

Some of the dogs were still thinking of shaking the gunpowder in their hands to mix it evenly, but they were immediately stopped by Fraser who was well prepared and whipped until they screamed in pain.

At this time, Leo usually hid as far away as possible.

A day later, Bjorn and Magnar led their troops back to the camp, but with only a few minor injuries on their bodies.

Magna proudly threw a gnoll's head in front of Leo and shouted, "At least a hundred gnolls, all wiped out! Not a single one escaped!"

The wolf's head was full of flesh and its fangs were ferocious, much larger than Leo had imagined.

Its neck was cut off, all the blood had drained out, and thick tendons could be seen.

Leo hurriedly asked: "How many casualties did you suffer?"

"Nine people died and more than ten were injured."

Leo looked at the returning Basaka longbowmen and found that more than twenty of them were wearing bandages.

These savages who were still able to raise their weapons were obviously not counted as the wounded by Magna.

The so-called injured people by Magna were the tribesmen who were carried back on stretchers.

So many casualties made Leo feel uncomfortable, but he did not show it. Instead, he praised loudly: "Good job! God of War! Witness the bravery of the Basaka people!"

After receiving Leo's recognition, Magna and the newly surrendered people breathed a sigh of relief and their morale was boosted.

After the wild folks dispersed, Bjorn whispered to Leo about the battle.

More than a hundred Basaka longbowmen ambushed an equal number of gnolls in a valley, and arrows rained down on them.

Within ten breaths, more than half of the jackals fell dead on the way to charge, and the remaining jackals fled everywhere.

But Magnar was afraid that the fleeing jackals would go back and report the incident, so he arranged hunters to intercept them in advance, and thus inevitably fell into a small-scale close-range battle.

The ferocity and strength of the gnolls are only revealed in close combat. The main force of the gnolls - the gnoll brutes, are as tall as the wild hunters, and their muscles are even more muscular, comparable to Fraser's kobold guards.

The muscles and thick fur of the werewolf soldiers themselves can provide strong defense, not to mention that many of them are covered with bear or tiger skins and equipped with heavy round shields, so they can survive the rain of arrows.

They carried heavy flails or chain hammers in their hands, and only a few used light weapons.

The remaining gnoll hunters are no worse than the River Bend infantry in physical fitness.

They were only wearing a short animal skin skirt, had no armor, and were holding crossbows and short spears, so most of them were easily shot to death by the Basaka longbowmen.

Dozens of gnoll barbarians and hunters collided with the wild folk hunters who were responsible for intercepting them.

After half of them were shot dead, they finally rushed to the face of the wild hunter and the two sides started fighting.

The Savage Hunters were also very strong in close combat, but unfortunately they were not equipped with shields and had no combat training. When the two sides collided, they were engulfed in a melee almost in the next second.

No matter how strong the barbarians are, they cannot withstand a blow from a flail or a chain hammer.

So even if they have the advantage in numbers, they can only exchange their lives.

In the end, it took the lives of nine hunters and the serious injuries of fifteen hunters to achieve a complete annihilation.

Leo dared to say that if the River Bend Infantry were used to hold the line, there would definitely not be so many casualties. If they had the advantage in numbers, there would not even be any casualties.

But these words can only be kept in my heart and cannot be spoken out loud to these wild people who value bravery more than their lives.