As a militia captain, Burr is undoubtedly qualified. When he mentioned the women and children in the village, Zhu Peng almost saw the 3, 5, and 10 morale rising on the heads of the militia members.

Morality is even more important to a force than combat power, because if morale is exhausted and the team collapses, combat power will not be reflected.

However, as a military commander, Burr undoubtedly failed.

Even if Zhu Peng lost 40% of his memory and knowledge, he knew that when facing a military fortress that could not be discovered, it was best not to attack head-on. However, Burr drew out his long sword and picked up his iron shield. He was already roaring and leading the way.

Zhu Peng hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the other militias around him had also followed him, he had to grit his teeth and follow. It was a taboo for military strategists to go out in multiple places in the battle formation. It would rather obey a wrong order than let the soldiers fall into confusion.

However, both the militia and the dog-headed man seemed to be poor. When Burr rushed out with eighteen village militias, the dog-headed man guarding outside saw nearly twenty humans carrying weapons running out. The first reaction was not to send signals or defend against battles, but to directly throw away the wooden spear in his hand and run into the nest with his hands and feet like a local dog.

Kowtags are naturally timid. When facing enemies of similar size to them, they will only launch attacks when they are twice as many as the enemy. If the situation is not good in the battle, these guys will soon scatter and flee, just like at this moment.

The embarrassing posture of the dog-headed guard undoubtedly completely aroused the morale of the village militia. Except for the militia captain Burr, a retired soldier, other militiamen are mostly farmers who work as farmers on weekdays. They are not vigilant. The formation that had barely maintained was gradually scattered under the high morale.

"Captain, it's easy to defend but difficult to attack here. The alleyway is narrow and dark. Will you slow down your brothers?" Zhu Peng couldn't help it. He rushed to the energetic Burr and whispered.

"...You don't know that these farmers are timid and afraid of death. If they don't have enough morale, their combat power will be very unstable. Let them rush. I have already scouted here, and there are only more than twenty kobolds in total, it's okay." Burr still attaches great importance to the half-elf ranger he just "recruited". Although he was a little unhappy, he was still willing to explain.

However, Zhu Peng became more and more heartbroken as he heard it. There were more than 20 kobolds, so where are they now?

No matter how timid the dog-killer is, he will not even have the courage to protect the nest. When protecting the nest and the cubs, even the female goblins will have the courage to face the lion and tiger.

"Retreat, the situation is wrong, everyone retreat!" Zhu Peng finally refused to take care of Burr's authority and face anymore. At this moment, in his eyes, the dark alley ahead had turned into a mouth-watering mouth of a giant beast.

However, it's too late.

The scattered militia team had already rushed too deep. In a rather wide stone hall, several militia soldiers suddenly screamed. They all stepped into the pits with one foot that was not obvious in the surface, and their feet were directly penetrated by the wooden thorns inside.

Kowtags can set up simple traps. Although their average intelligence is low, there is also a small chance of high intelligence casters.

"Retreat, there is an ambush, retreat quickly!" Burr originally planned to scold Zhu Peng, but before he could speak, screams came. Seeing the feet of four or five militiamen stepping into the trap, the militia captain Burr's cheeks turned white, and then he gave a more bastard order.

"Retreat you, hold your shield, shrink your formation, protect your companions, and defend on the spot." Originally, Zhu Peng's prestige could not be comparable to that of the militia captain Burr, but if he followed Burr's orders, it would be equivalent to giving up his companions around him, so the militia hesitated for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Peng issued an order. With his wishes and Zhu Peng's orders, the remaining militias retreated with their shields and protected their injured village in the formation.

At this time, a large number of dog-headed men rushed out from the darkness from all directions, with all kinds of simple weapons, mostly sharp wooden spears and rough stone axes tied to stones. But don’t underestimate these guys, dog-headed men are a fantasy race with extremely thin red dragon blood after all.

They generally have relatively low physique, intelligence, and charm, but their strength and agility are faintly higher than those of humans, reaching about 11 or 12 points. However, their equipment is often too low, so they cannot even fight against the same number of human militias.

At that moment, if all the troops were retreated according to Burr's instructions, the militia would be chased by this group of kowtowers with agility and higher strength than themselves for a long distance. The final result would be that kowtowers were not damaged, and they were all wiped out. When the kowtowers were fighting a battle with the wind, their morale and courage were very high.

Burr's military command ability is a tragedy, but at least he is willing to pay a lot of money on the militia. Most of the militiamen were wearing animal leather armor and holding sharp iron tools in their hands. Even pitchforks could be used as long spears. Such equipment could crush the dog-headed men around him.

Zhu Peng stood in the center of the team under the guardian formation of the militia, took a deep breath. Then, after a glance, he sank his waist and thrust his horse, and instantly shot three arrows, shooting the strongest and most fierce dog-headed man directly, and even the three arrows shot in his chest.

At the same time, Burr was fighting hard on the front line. There was no reason for him to become the militia captain of the village. In addition to his ability to boost morale, this guy's combat skills were indeed skillful and superb. He waved the iron shield with his left hand and stabbed the sword with his right hand. He was quick, steadily and accurately, and fought hard. He was the most orthodox heavy infantry tactic. Three or five kobolds were killed or injured under his sword. Zhu Peng and Burr's outstanding performance made the originally fanatical kobolds become more timid.

The morale of the militia that was originally collapsed due to being concealed was slightly flattened back. If this continues, you will lose first and then win, and everyone can explain it.

But at this time, an old dog-headed man with an elbow stick came from a distance, following the stone platform surrounded by five dog-headed men to the diagonal above the militia in the battle.

Although Zhu Peng lost a lot of memories himself, he inherited the memories of the devoured time traveler perfectly. When he saw the elbow stick in the hand of the old dog-headed man, his mind buzzed.

The survival status of the dog kowtowers in the Feren continent is far less than that of humans, so there are very few elderly people in this group. Even if an elderly dog ​​kowtower is not shared by his hungry group, he will at least be driven to the wilderness and let him fend for himself. If an old dog kowtower is found in the dog kowtower community... be careful, it must have the meaning of being able to survive in this group.

Zhu Peng set his bow again, and shot three arrows at the far-off doghead. There was no way, and the hunting bow was hit below the hunting bow in his hand. With a distance of thirty or forty steps, the direct shooting had no lethality. Therefore, Zhu Peng could only calculate the angle and choose to shoot. However, the three arrows were swept down by the guards around the old doghead. The doghead beside him was far more powerful than the doghead besieged by Zhu Peng and others, and the equipment was more complete.

(Fuck, this time, I was really trapped into the original pit.)

When he saw the orange-red fireball burning on the old dog-headed wooden stick, Zhu Peng had no expression on his face, but he was filled with tens of thousands of grass mud horses galloping by. He could even meet the dog-headed warlock after he cleared the dog-headed man's nest. What kind of exaggerated luck is this?

This time, there was no time to remind others, or the reminder was meaningless. Before the orange-red fireball shot down, Zhu Peng threw away the wooden bow and pulled out the short sword from his waist. He rushed into the dog-headed man like crazy. Burr was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, but the next moment he realized, and grabbed a militia beside him whose foot was pierced and blocked him in front of him.

boom!

Fireball exploded among the crowd!

The burning flames, the burning wind, and the burning smell of flesh and blood fills the mouth and nose for a moment. Fireball is indeed a low-level spell, but it is also one of the most cost-effective low-level spells. It is really good to use it against low-level miscellaneous soldiers.

Especially the dog-headed warlock activated the red dragon bloodline, which had a considerable bonus on flame spells, so that when a fireball was shot down, it was like detonating a shoulder-carrying rocket in the crowd. Twenty militias were killed in one go, seriously injured, and most of them were unconscious.

Because Zhu Peng hid fast enough, and the dog-headed people around him also knew the power of his own fireball technique, they were consciously retreating in all directions, so he was not affected too much.

However, at this moment, Zhu Peng's melee skills were not very high. Although he quickly picked up a wooden shield on the ground while rolling forward, there were too many kobold men coming up around him. The most difficult thing was some fierce local dogs tamed by kobold men. They had red eyes and even bit Zhu Peng's body with their breeze. The difficulty was even greater than that of ordinary kobold men.

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With a large number of militia killed, injured and unconscious, the overall situation was roughly determined. Basically, these 20 people had more than 2,000 kilograms of meat given to the dog-headed people for extra meals. With this batch of high-protein food supplements, a prosperous dog-headed tribe will rise after a few months, especially they also have a dog-headed warlock who activates their own red dragon blood as the leader.

In such a hopeless desperate situation, not to mention ordinary militia, even the fierce Burr had lost his will to fight. They roared and fought hysterically, just instinctively not wanting to die, but because of the loss of his mind, he seemed slow to react, and fell to the ground one by one, bitten through his throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhu Peng ran and fought, constantly looking for all favorable terrain to fight against the dog-headed men around him. The daggers and shields in his hand were discarded, and he even picked up a feces fork that he brought from unknown people, which could still shake straight and stab into the belly of a dog-headed man.

Burr's information is not wrong. If we don't count the three or five local dogs and the korn warlock, there are indeed more than twenty or less than thirty korns in this den of korns. Five or six were replaced by militia to death. Several were killed by Zhu Peng and Burr. Therefore, in this spacious stone hall, there are only fifteen or sixteen korns chasing Zhu Peng to kill. Under the spacious terrain, similar strength is similar, one vs fifteen, and Zhu Peng is not without experience.

Of course, the most important thing about this kind of thing is not experience or skills, but a nerve as tough as iron wire and a heart that is trapped in the state of despair and death and strives to survive.

Zhu Peng's brain, body, and combat instinct have been fully activated. Life and death fighting is the best catalyst for all martial arts. The martial arts skills in the memory in the remaining memory in his mind gradually return to Zhu Peng.

With his agility and physique that was stronger than the lord, Zhu Peng ran around the entire stone hall, picking up weapons from time to time from time to time, using the shadow of the building and the negligence of the lord pursuer, turned around and stabbed him with one knife.

After a knife, he snatched it violently, and then he immediately pulled his hand away no matter whether the other party died or not even if he let go of the weapon. His chest was undulating violently, and the lungs inside were almost about to explode. However, Zhu Peng's gums were so tight that he could seep out blood. He was just holding it, running around, his hands, eyes, and steps non-stop.

Looking at the man below who was like a flea on his body, he could not kill him like a flea, and he turned around and killed him as a tribe. After performing the fireball surgery, the dog-headed warlock who was tired and ready to go back to sleep gradually frowned.

After a moment, it decided to simmer the other tonight, allowing the damn human to know what the consequences of angering a kowtowel warlock.

The flames condensed, and an orange-red fireball that was even larger and brighter than just now burned on the elbow wooden stick. Just as the old dog-headed warlock slowly moved the wand and was about to kill him, Zhu Peng was suddenly bitten by a local dog in his arm. The next moment, the man roared at the top of his lungs, grabbed the vicious dog's skin at the back of his neck and swung it around, and threw it towards the direction of the dog-headed warlock.

Zhu Peng half-kneeled towards the direction of the dog-headed warlock, pressing his left hand with a false press...

Neither the koji warlock nor the five guards around him care about the local dog thrown on the second floor, because these local dogs have been domesticated by koji. Humans may be bitten by koji, but koji cannot. Just as the swamp lizard man has the talent advantage in training giant lizards, the same is true for training local dogs.

However, when the unconscious dog-killer warlock was about to rush down with a powerful fireball triggered by all forces, the local dog that moved to the near side suddenly rushed forward and actually passed by five fully armed guards and bit the dry arms of the dog-killer warlock.

Normally, a domesticated native dog cannot bite a dog, but a local dog controlled by the magic technique of "Danal, the god of joy and killing, will bite whoever Zhu Peng asks it to bite it, and dares to charge towards a mountain-like dragon with the dragon's might. This is different from the wizard's charming technique/hypnosis technique/will manipulation technique.

boom!

With the bang, another wave of fire spread.

However, this time the powerful version of the fireball exploded with the koku warlock as the center. Zhu Peng lowered his arms and let out a long breath. Without looking, there must be no living above. The fully armed koku warlock warlock was not able to resist fire enough, while the old koku warlock warlock had insufficient vitality. If he suffered this blow, he would definitely die.

Nearly ten dog-headed men were surrounded by all sides, but Zhu Peng was injured at this moment. His spirit and physical strength were almost completely exhausted. He could be used three times a day. The one-minute slavery technique also required a mental buffer time and could not be cast continuously... So Zhu Peng began to use his knife to bare his teeth. The death of the dog-headed warlock warlock was a very heavy morale blow to them. In addition, Zhu Peng had shown strength and strength before, so the dog-headed men around him were timid and did not dare to pounce on them together.

Holding a knife, he slowly turned around in circles. Seeing who was trying to pounce on him, Zhu Peng suddenly waved his knife and chopped it up. His expression was extremely fierce and ferocious, and he could scare the dog-headed dog-head back, especially when a dog-head who rushed up first was stabbed through the stomach by Zhu Peng, whose physical strength had just been relieved. After the stalemate between the two sides stabilized.

The more you drag it down, the more beneficial it will be for Zhu Peng, because his physique is fifteen, and there is also a magical slavery technique to cool down. The more you drag the dog-headed people around you, the weaker they will be because they will be killed or injured one by one by one by Zhu Peng. Even if they rushed forward at this moment, Zhu Peng would be dead.

But even humans usually cannot maintain enough calm in such a cruel cold weapon fight, let alone the bonkers who use cowardice as their racial nature?

Judging from the current situation, the braver the attack, the faster the kobold died. The whole situation is like a stunt actor who takes good safety protection. It seems dangerous but it is not dangerous. Zhu Peng has already controlled the situation.

At this moment, another battlefield variable appeared.

In the pile of corpses with a stinking smell, a man suddenly pushed away the body pressing on his body and crawled out.

The militia captain Burr, as a retired soldier, was the strongest in the militia, equipped with the best equipment, and responded quickly, so he finally survived, although he was almost the one who should die the most.

"Ah..." Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Burr let out a roar like a dying beast. He howled the names of militia soldiers after militia to flip their bodies, but they were just corpses. The cowardly and cruel kobolds loved to attack these injured and unable to resist. Therefore, as long as they lose their combat effectiveness, there will be no living militia at the scene, and even their bodies are often cut and thorned to pieces.

After a moment, Burr, whose emotions slightly calmed down, picked up the sword and shield around him again, and pounced on the remaining dog-headed man who was still hesitating around. Seeing this, Zhu Peng finally relaxed completely. Looking at Burr's twisted face, Zhu Peng hesitated for a moment. After all, he was a slave to beat him, helping him control a dog-headed man, and hunting down other dog-heads that had already disintegrated everywhere.

This nest was indeed wiped out, but only one captain died in the village militia.

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Kill a few, and the remaining kowtowels ran out of this fortress. Most of these remnants would be wandering in the wilderness and become delicious meat for other predators. Only a small number of them could find a tribe of dogtowels that was willing to accept themselves again, but that had nothing to do with Zhu Peng.

After failing to chase and kill, the militia captain Burr returned to the stone hall with the blood-stained sword and shield. He sat down against the wall and stood there.

In this case, Zhu Peng didn't know what to say, not to mention that since the battle ended, a series of prompt sounds came from his ears. Zhu Pengxu clicked on the personal attribute page that only he could see, and saw a piece of text popping up on it:

"In June 1278, the month of Fire, you were invited to join a militia team that cleared the dog-headed lair. Unexpectedly, due to the stupidity of the commander, the militia team fell into a trap set by the dog-headed sorcerer. After a fierce battle, you successfully cleaned the dog-headed lair with your own strength."

"After a tough battle, your personal skills have been improved."

"Arrow 1 (continuous shooting), one-handed weapon 1 (piercing), one-handed weapon 2 (throat cut), one-handed weapon 1 (decapitation)... dodge (move) 1, dodge (roll) 2, parry 1 (active blocking)..."

"A wonderful killing of weak defeating strong, Dark Girl Danal increases your attention to you, Blood-Eating Priest's Career Level 2, Slavery Technique Expansion 2/Daily."

"Get personal expertise: Heart of Steel (low), concentration in combat state is increased. Because of your strong willpower, you have high resistance to almost any charm control spell. In combat, you are good at distributing physical energy, which enhances your ability to continue fighting. Strength 1, Physical Constitution 1." A warm current spreads with the increase of strength and physical fitness. Every inch of muscle that is extremely tired is as if suddenly being soaked in a hot spring. The feeling of comfort spreading in that moment made Zhu Peng feel refreshed.

The feeling of wandering on the strongest edge of life and death and finally winning is unforgettable, but now is not the time to be excited and happy.

Standing up, looking at the corpses all over the ground and the pale and desolate Burr, Zhu Peng shook his head and began to search for the spoils that had been beaten.

When Zhu Peng gathered some of the equipment and weapons on the surface, the middle-aged and old man sitting against the stone wall still did not return to his relatively normal mental state. Zhu Peng walked forward with a bunch of equipment and weapons, and then he smashed these things on the other party.

"Get up! You brought these people out. Don't you think you should go back and give their wives and children an explanation?"

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"Huh... I know this is indeed a difficult thing, but you are still alive. This matter needs to be faced after all, avoiding, escaping, pretending to be dead here is useless." With Zhu Peng's words, Burr, who had always been very strong, burst into tears, and he seemed to be completely collapsed.

The planner is unintentional and kind-hearted, which is too advanced for the militia captains and retired soldiers in a small village in a remote area.

But if Burr can survive and face all this, he will eventually achieve great sublimation and progress. Of course, it is very difficult.

"...Let's go, the dog-killer has the ability to mine, and the red dragon blood in their bodies will instinctively collect valuable assets within the range of operations. In addition, there is a dog-killer warlock here. Where there is a spellcaster, the level of the loot will often be greatly increased. We will release the dog-killer treasure. Although it is not enough to pay all the soldiers' pensions, it is also an explanation. What's more, there is a dog-killer warlock in this nest. This is something that no one can imagine, and you can't blame you." Zhu Peng kicked Burr, shook his head, and said helplessly.

Although this man deserves to die, the women and children of the militia in the village are always innocent. Zhu Peng doesn't care much about money. He takes less of his own, which can be regarded as an explanation to the other people who died.

Burr, who was crying there with his head down, his eyes lit up after hearing the word "Treasure". Then he stood up with support and began to search for the treasure hidden in the dog-headed man's nest.

The dog-killers are often enslaved by the red dragon, so they are extremely sensitive to shiny objects. After all, the dog-killers who cannot find shiny things for a long time will be swallowed up by the owner of the red dragon. After a long period of time, searching and accumulating wealth has become a life instinct of the dog-killers.

What’s more interesting is that the dog-headed people will consciously look for the brutal red dragon and take the initiative to be the other party’s slave. Although they will be severely exploited, a large area of ​​territory within the radiation range of the dragon power will become the hunting ground for the dog-headed people, and their safety is basically guaranteed. The dog-headed people tribes that have a red dragon can serve often breed some small tribes in a short time, constantly splitting, and long-term contaminated with the aura of the red dragon. The possibility of the dog-headed people activate their bloodlines and becoming a warlock has also increased greatly, which is a very wonderful symbiotic relationship.

Searching for the entire military fortress, occasionally encountering some puppies and killing all the local dogs and cubs. They now look harmless and even cute, but when they grow up, they will pose a serious threat to humans, women, children and even adult men. In the Feren continent, humans' power is not strong enough to take care of other ethnic groups.

Zhu Peng, who was leaning on the elbow wooden stick of the dog-headed warlock, finally found a place that had been dug and buried in a clean and soft room. He and Burr teamed up to dig up the thick earth and stones, and finally dug out half a pit of unfinished and purified gold ore from it. Although it was not as many as half a pit gold coins, even if the coin loss was eliminated, the half-pit gold rough stone was a lot of money.

The moment Zhu Peng relaxed, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him, and the sharp and blood-stained weapon started to slash from his left shoulder, and the heavy force seemed to cut it diagonally.
Chapter completed!