The fields on both sides of the road were trampled by bandits and horses, but Zach turned a blind eye.
For him, as long as there is a village, he will have food to eat. He can just leave the fields to those losers who can't hold a knife. Anyway, there is never a shortage of people in this world. He understood a long time ago that people are just like Just like the weeds on the roadside, they will grow again every time they are cut. They cannot be killed cleanly.
Even in ghostly places like Freljord in the far north, tribes can survive, let alone the rich south.
Looking at the smoke in the village in front of him, Zach issued an order to the leader of the bandit riders.
"You lead a hundred people into the village, drive all the villagers out of the village, and kill all those who resist."
"Hey, Boss Zach, look at me!"
The ferocious face grinned, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and the leader of the riders turned around and shouted.
"Here come a hundred brothers! Let's enter the village first! Those who steal his horse!"
"oh!!!"
The bandits rushed forward to follow the leader of the riders, fearing that they would fall behind and lose the qualifications to be among the first to have fun.
Looking at the scattered team in front of him, Zach just frowned and didn't say much. He just stopped some of the robbers who wanted to follow, thinking about where he and others should go after the robbery was completed.
"The robbers are indeed here!!! Everyone, come on!!"
Before the robbers could reach the village entrance, the warning gong of Nuoer Village was struck. The young and strong villagers roared and took out the wooden flying spears tied with cloth strips behind their backs, and rushed towards the robbers with all their strength. A group of robbers at the entrance of the village threw it, and then ran away, leaving the robbers stunned for a moment.
The scene of more than a dozen flying spears flying in the sky made the bandits a little confused. Several bandits were hit by the flying spears on the spot and lost the ability to move.
"Damn it, is this really an ambush? Our group of decapitated bandits were actually ambushed by a group of mud-legged villagers???"
Seeing helplessly several of his companions ten meters ahead were pierced by sharp wooden spears flying from the air and howling loudly. The bandit leader looked closely at the villagers who were hurriedly running away, and found that there were no Noxian troops. After seeing the trace, he couldn't help but get furious.
"You dare to resist!? Kill them for me!!!"
Although the leader of the riders issued the order, the fact was that the bandits had already gathered around and killed the fleeing villagers with red eyes before the order was given.
"Run! The robbers are coming!"
The flying axes and bows and arrows flew towards the villagers in the distance at the same time, but the villagers disappeared in the blink of an eye like ghosts.
From time to time, there are sounds of escape coming from somewhere, extremely miserable, as if the howler has fallen into death.
Only the flying spears thrown from a distance continued without interruption.
From time to time, flying spears would kill the companions around him, but the furious bandit always felt that he could catch up and kill these villagers who didn't even have armor, and use his sharp blade to pierce these mud-legged people who dared to resist him, venting his anger. own anger.
After the bandit rider himself rushed forward, he suddenly discovered that the corpses or injured on the ground were actually his own. So where were the corpses of the villagers who were wailing so tragically?
Feeling something was wrong, the leader of the riders yelled.
"Stop chasing! Stop chasing! Come back!!!"
Except for a few relatively 'slow' robbers who were intact, only about 20 of the 100 people withdrew in the end, and all of them were defeated. The robber who injured his leg could not get out.
"Those villagers are like loaches, they can't be caught. When they are about to catch them, there will always be other villagers throwing damn rotten sticks. Boss, why don't we fight back! Call the cavalry, today They must be slaughtered!!!”
"It's already like this, why don't you kill me! Go back and listen to Lord Zach's orders first!"
After making a decision, the more than twenty bandits no longer hesitated and turned around to retreat.
The voices of the villagers gradually disappeared, and there was no pursuit. Only the injured robber who was not dead was still wailing, and soon he was stabbed.
The corpses and fallen weapons and armor scattered on the ground quickly disappeared, leaving only pools of blood.
"The bandits have formed a habit of robbing villages. In their eyes, the villagers are equal to humanoid animals that will not resist and can be killed by themselves.
Just like a butcher who kills livestock, in the butcher's eyes, the life and death of the livestock are always under his control. If he is injured by the livestock, the angry butcher will definitely deal with the livestock that injured him personally. "
On a hilltop where Gorel's feet were close to the trap, Lester spoke to the people behind him.
"In this way, once the villagers resist and actually cause harm to them, the shame brought by the bandit career will make them enter a state of rage and subconsciously want to catch up and kill the villagers who have brought shame to them. ,
In this way, we can enter our first trap, allowing the villagers scattered around and in the corners to carry wooden spears to kill the enemy's effective forces from a distance, without letting the enemy actually discover the Noxian levy force hiding in the dark. "
"What if the enemy thinks that the villagers have set up an ambush on their own and chooses to attack with the entire army out of anger?"
Margaret asked.
"Then we'll chop off the robbers' heads and place them in front of the trap to really anger them and let them enter a real killing spree, destroying the opponent's morale at once.
Otherwise, they will just choose to send more bandits than before and use another more cautious way to enter the village to wash away their shame. In this case, our second trap will be useful...
No robber can tolerate being ambushed by villagers, unless he is not a robber, but a victorious general...
Margaret, remember, no matter what kind of enemy you face in the future, as long as the situation permits, you must treat the opponent as your life and death enemy. Whether you succeed or fail, you must face the results you have obtained. Don't take any chances. "
"I understand, Lord Lester!"
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Zach slapped the leader of the riders on the face, knocking out two of the little leader's teeth.
"You mean you were ambushed by a group of villagers, and more than seventy people were killed by these mud-legged people? Did you cum too much yesterday and shoot out your brains?"
Standing up from the ground with a swollen face, the little leader gritted his teeth and opened his somewhat leaky mouth.
"I...I suspect that there is a powerful guy secretly directing the villagers to make plans. Sir, let's go back and report the situation to Chief Doyle..."
"Awesome guy? Damn it! You want me to go back and tell the boss that you were ambushed by the villagers and killed dozens of people, and you haven't seen any traces of Noxian soldiers? What do you want the boss to think of me?" "
He kicked the little leader down again, and Zach's face was covered with frost.
"Since these mud-legged guys want to play with me, let's have a good time."
Turning around, Zach gave the order.
"Tear down the village door and use it as a wooden shield. The axe-throwers, crossbowmen and shield-bearers will alternately cover the advance and shoot all the villagers you can see... Don't lie down and give me all your cavalry." Call us back, and after the villagers attack us, you will lead the cavalry to attack from the rear, leaving no one behind, do you understand?"
"yes!"
