Chapter 109: Mockery

When Crown rushed out of the church gate, he happened to see the strong demon bird holding a man and disappearing into the gray fog outside the camp.

More than twenty little demon birds were circling at the edge of the light, screaming desperately.

"Woo-goo, woo-goo"

He rushed to the tower and found the scene in great chaos.

From time to time, there were demonic birds swooping down from the sky at high speed, mixed with the sound of dense gunfire. The panicked night watchmen raised their crossbows and fired without even aiming.

"Bang, bang", several patrolmen fired desperately to give themselves courage.

When the monster bird was halfway through its swoop, it quickly pulled up to avoid the incoming attack.

Clown saw that although many demon birds were hit, their wounds were not fatal, and they flew into the darkness again.

Referring to the example of the demon bird leader being able to regenerate broken limbs, the injured monsters will be able to recover in just a few days.

"Karen, save Karen."

"The priest is here, look at Davis, my God, his throat is completely scratched."

"Focus on the tower," Nick roared.

"Quick, hit the tower," Del helped maintain order.

In the gray fog, the howling of evil birds could be heard from time to time, sometimes near and sometimes far away.

"Remember all the injured, Del, and take a body count," Nick ordered, slamming the flail down on the ground.

Crown helped treat the wounded, whose wounds were concentrated in vulnerable areas such as the throat and eyes.

After checking all the wounded, he looked stern and shook his head slightly.

The monster's attack was clear. The wounded man's throat was torn to pieces and nearby blood vessels were torn apart. Such injuries could not be treated under the conditions in the camp.

There were two others, one of whose eyes was blinded, wailing while covering their bleeding eye sockets.

The uninjured Night Watchmen hugged their teammates, helplessly pressing their hands on their bloody throats.

"Father, Sir Knight, can they be saved?"

Nick and the other man were speechless.

Blood poured into the wounded's trachea. They kept coughing, their eyeballs bulged outward, and their feet kicked the ground up and down.

Gradually, the wounded stopped moving and lay quietly in the arms of their comrades. The men sobbed softly, and sadness weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

"Woo-gu", the howl of the demon bird was clearly heard.

Clown looked up and saw the strongest demon bird throw down a round object, which was clearly a head.

A large group of demonic birds suddenly rushed out of the gray fog, and then quickly dodged back, as if mocking the humans on the ground.

"Ah!" Many Night Watchmen shouted angrily and raised their crossbows to shoot as if to vent their anger, but there was almost no result.

Clown snatched a crossbow from someone, aimed and shot himself. The weapon was not very handy, but fortunately his prediction was accurate and he hit the belly of a demon bird, but failed to shoot it down.

He judged that the flying speed of the crossbow arrow was much slower than that of the wooden arrow shot with a longbow.

After the night watchman vented for a while, Nick stopped him and said, "That's enough. The demon bird is too agile. Stop it."

Crown pulled out his revolver and aimed at the gray foggy area where demons were lurking with a focused look.

"Bang, bang, bang"

He fired three shots in succession, using up all his remaining bullets. Two monster birds fluttered and fell straight to the ground.

"Woo-gu", the demon birds dived into the gray fog one after another, the sound became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely into the night.

"Good shooting!" Some night watchmen exclaimed when they saw the result, and their originally dejected expressions immediately became lively.

"No more bullets," Crown put the revolver back into the holster.

"Sir, use my gun," two patrolmen came over and handed over their pistols.

Crown caught it and continued to aim at the edge of the gray fog.

After waiting for a long time, the evil bird did not appear again, but it occasionally screamed in the distance, and the sound was eerie and terrifying.

He put down the gun and checked the magazine out of habit. His face suddenly turned black. There was no bullet in the gun in his hand! He quickly checked the magazine of the other gun and found that there was only one bullet left.

Crown bared his teeth and returned the gun, saying, "Thank you, but next time you give me a gun, you'd better load it with bullets."

The two patrolmen showed an embarrassed look on their faces and whispered: "The team is running out of bullets."

At this time, Del came over and said through gritted teeth: "Sir, one person was captured, and none of the six injured survived."

"Tomorrow we will hold a cremation for our fallen comrades. The three night watch groups will be merged into one group. Be alert," Nick shouted, raising his voice:

"Crown will join the night watch tonight and will definitely be able to repel the attacking monsters."

"That's great," came the excited echoes from the crowd.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Everyone carried the dead night watchman into the cabin and then returned to their positions.

At this time, Captain Hull of the patrol team stepped forward and said, "I'll go get all the bullets in stock."

Clown stopped him and said, "No, keep it for yourself."

He turned to Del and said, "Give me the arrows you made recently."

"Yes, sir," Del said, turning away.

"Then I'll go back first. I still have to keep watch in the second half of the night," Hull's expression relaxed a little.

Nick said "hmm" and nodded, and Hale trotted to catch up with Del.

Watching the two men leave, the priest heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise this attack would have dealt a heavy blow to morale. You are born with a strong talent for shooting, no wonder you are willing to spend time practicing with pistols and bows and arrows."

You will be amazed at many things in the future. Clown smiled implicitly: "Not bad, my shooting skills are very good."

He gritted his teeth lightly, his eyes flickering, "Tomorrow, I will lead the team to cut wood. We will only cut wood in open areas, so that I can support everyone."

"Sure, as long as we can cause enough damage to the demon birds, they won't pose enough of a threat once their numbers are reduced." Nick paused and asked, "Do you need me to come over in the second half of the night?"

"No, it's okay for me to stay up all night occasionally."

"Well, you've worked so hard, so be careful."

After the priest left, Del came over carrying a bundle of white things on his back, two quivers slung around his waist, and a gray cloth bag in his hands.

Crown noticed that the bag was made from the fleshy wings of a demon bird.

"Sir, we have been busy smelting ore these days, and only have these forty-something finished products." Del put down the thing behind him, which was a bundle of wooden poles.

"I brought all the materials and tools with me, so I can make it for you on the spot."

"Okay, you teach me first," Crown helped pick up the arrow shaft, and the two walked into the cabin.

He found some straw mats, covered the people on the ground with them, and then followed Del to learn how to make arrows.

Having suffered the loss that guns without bullets could only be used as scrap metal, he had long had the idea of ​​making his own arrows.

I happened to catch up today, so I might as well learn it directly. In case Del is not around, I will not be without arrows.

He decided to find time to learn blacksmithing from Del, so that he could at least know the forging process and be able to forge arrows by himself.

Although stone can be chosen for arrowheads, high-strength metal is still the best choice.

(End of this chapter)