In Wu Ming's previous world, there were many myths and legends about the West.
Among them, the most attractive were all kinds of alien races.
Beautiful and arrogant elves, stubborn and passionate dwarves, short but intelligent halflings, mysterious and enchanting sirens, dryads, trolls, ogres …
Now that he had come to a world similar to the West's myths, he was naturally very interested in them.
Nyhenia, and even the entire Windfirefly Plains, were under the rule of humans. He had never seen a single alien race, and even some of the ambiguous information he had heard were from bards, and he did not know if it was true or not.
In the simple hearts of many townspeople, as long as there was a slight difference in appearance and living habits from them, they would be considered a different species.
Just like the true barbarians active in the wilderness, they were savage and uncivilized, and even retained the tradition of eating their own kind. In the small town of Nyhenia, they were called ogres.
Wu Ming strongly suspected that the bards' legends about ogres were made in this way.
Of course, there were also giant dragons and serpents, but they could not be described by imagination. There must have been similar creatures that inspired the bards.
The next day, at dawn, Knight Takur urged everyone to set out.
After three days of walking, the surrounding environment had become more desolate and barbaric. Shadows of wargs could be faintly seen in the bushes, and there were even wild beasts that dared to attack the team with bloodshot eyes.
They were naturally surrounded by a few soldiers and became dinner for the day, but other hidden threats were impossible to guard against.
For example, well-hidden venomous insects, snakes, and even unclean water sources.
The harsh environment had led to non-combat casualties, and today, the number had increased to three.
Fortunately, no unlucky ones had died, or the team's morale would have been greatly affected.
"Set up camp! All captains, gather here! "
Takur looked at the sky. It was still a little late, but they had already reached their destination.
All the captains felt the same, and their eyes were slightly heated, as if there was a flame in them.
"You're all here!"
Takur sat on a rock, leaning on a giant sword. He looked at the four people surrounding him and nodded slightly.
The three who had come were the captains of the guards. Blond Arthur was one of them, and the last was naturally Wu Ming.
In other words, in Takur's heart, twenty mercenaries could barely match up to the strength of a ten-man guard squad.
Takur's voice was weathered, but sonorous, "I think you've all guessed or heard news from various sources … Yes! This place is very close to our target this time! "
He looked around and said in a low voice, "It's a village made up of tax evaders and serfs, and there are three hundred of them! Women, old people, and children are all included … Our mission this time is to destroy it, make those tenant farmers who owe taxes pay their master's taxes, and let the escaped serfs wear the shackles again. Of course, it will also make our pockets a little more bulky! "
Just one sentence immediately made Wu Ming realize that the so-called knightly virtues in his previous life were all lies.
Although there might be virtuous knights in this world, there were more of them like Takur, who obeyed orders without the slightest bit of mercy or mercy once they identified an enemy.
"Three hundred …"
Another burly man wrung his hands uneasily, "Then they have at least fifty to sixty adults …"
Takur glanced at him with dissatisfaction, "It's fifty farmers who don't even have cloth armour, and only know how to wield sticks and stones! Tell me, Joseph, are you afraid? "
"No! Of course not! Sir Knight, I'm just … I'm just … "
Joseph hesitated, mumbling in a low voice, but did not say anything else.
"Very good! Now let's all rest. We'll sneak over at night and launch the attack! It'll be an easy victory! "
Knight Thakur concluded.
Using fifty fully armed elite soldiers to attack a village naturally would not have any accidents. Furthermore, it was a night attack. If everything went smoothly, there would not even be a few casualties.
Obviously, Baron Terry wouldn't have sent Knight Takur out if it would result in heavy casualties.
But as Wu Ming announced the knight's order and watched his men cheer, he was still puzzled.
"This news … Where did it come from?
And … who provided the route to the wasteland? "
Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary mercenary captain, and did not have the right to ask Takur about such secrets and participate in such a major event.
Therefore, Wu Ming could only call Joey, Andrew, Henry, and his four mercenaries over. He solemnly said, "For tonight's operation, try to follow me. Don't leave the team without permission. Understand?"
"Understood …"
Their voices were uneven, and there was some dissatisfaction in them. Wu Ming could hear the disapproval in their voices.
He knew very well how disciplined these fellows were. It was obvious that when it came to fighting for the spoils of war, they would not care about him, their captain, at all. Perhaps some of them had already thrown the warning to the back of their minds.
'But who cares, if they want to die, let them die …'
Wu Ming's expression was solemn, but he looked around indifferently. Seeing everyone's different expressions, he thought indifferently.
… …
The moonlight was hazy.
Tonight's moonlight was a little scarlet, and it was filled with an ominous aura.
In the darkness, however, the morale of the team was high, and they groped their way forward.
Wu Ming wore a set of iron-plated armour made of high-quality cowhide, with a few pieces of iron embedded in key areas. Its defensive power was a level higher than ordinary leather armour. A fine steel longsword was hung at his waist, and a longbow was slung on his back. He was fully armed.
As a captain, he naturally had some privileges, which the others thought was only right and proper.
Under the temptation of the spoils of war, as well as the encouragement of the dried meat soup before the battle, even this group of mercenaries displayed excellent qualities at this moment. They covered themselves with weapons and other items that could glow, and advanced under the moonlight.
The journey in the dark was more difficult than it was in the day. When the moon rose to the middle of the sky, the team in front suddenly stopped, and immediately brought word of Takur's latest order: "Rest where you are!"
Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that his destination was close at hand.
He lowered his body and slowly moved forward, climbing over to the front of the team. A small village suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was located between two low hills, and a river flowed slowly behind it. In front of it, there were a few simple wooden buildings and a fence.
This simple fortification still made Wu Ming's heart skip a beat. There were obstacles on three sides, and the only way out was blocked. It was easy to defend, but difficult to attack.
Moreover, whether or not they were prepared, the corresponding difficulty was another matter.
Above the wooden buildings, there were faint lights and figures. Clearly, there were specialized people patrolling and keeping watch.
The living environment of the barbarians was harsher than that of the subjects, and they faced more danger, so they were very vigilant.
Half an hour later, Takur ordered the whole team to be on guard. He immediately waved his hand, and a few agile black shadows secretly groped towards the wooden buildings.
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Under the moonlight, he could see these black shadows nimbly using obstacles and darkness to hide themselves. They slowly groped towards the bottom of the wooden buildings and climbed up without making a sound. They were obviously excellent scouts.
When the black shadows reached the top of the tower, Takur's face was already wearing a confident smile.
* Whoosh! *
But all of a sudden, a bone arrow shot out of nowhere. The scout let out a blood-curdling scream that was especially loud and clear in the silent night. He fell heavily to the ground.
Screams and cries could be heard, and there was even the loud sound of beating drums coming from the wooden buildings.
"Damn it … there's a hidden guard!"
Takur spat on the ground. Seeing the uproar in the village, his eyes flashed with hesitation, but he still gave the order, "Attack!"
"Charge!"
The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward in one breath. Takur took the lead. Because of the terrain and the need for secrecy, he did not ride a horse, but he had already put on his heavy knight's armor. With a sudden shout, he slashed down with his two-handed greatsword, smashing open the fence.
"It's the lackeys of those lords!"
"Armored men!"
"Kill them!"
…
Shouts came from within the village. Almost every household rushed out with burly men holding weapons, and a large number of arrows were shot from the dark.
The arrowheads were dull under the moonlight, looking a little pale. They were obviously made of bone.
Since Takur was wearing armor, the arrows did not affect him in the slightest. Laughing, he suddenly jumped forward and swept his greatsword across. Several savages screamed and retreated.
Under his lead, the troops broke through the outer defensive line and entered the village.
Someone lit a torch, and the hot flames engulfed the surrounding wooden planks, thatch, houses, and everything else.
Under the bright torches, Wu Ming immediately saw all kinds of savages.
Their appearance was not much different from that of ordinary people, but they were sallow and emaciated, wearing tattered clothes. At this time, whether it was the women, the elderly, or the children, they were all holding wooden sticks or even stones as weapons, fighting against the invaders.
Seeing this, Wu Ming's eyes were indifferent, "The weak are prey to the strong. This is the law of nature …"
"Lackeys of the evil lords!"
In front of him, a middle-aged man with curly hair shouted, waving the iron axe in his hand and rushing over.
Wu Ming jumped to dodge, nimbly pulling out the fine steel longsword at his waist. With a sudden thrust, the tip of the sword sank into the middle-aged man's chest, and he immediately fell to the ground in disbelief.
"Owo!"
Another savage rushed over, holding an extremely sharpened iron sword. It was obvious that he had learned swordsmanship.
Wu Ming exchanged a few blows with him, and suddenly spun, a huge force repelling the edge of his sword. Blood splattered.
"Whirlwind Slash!"
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