Chapter 642 Black Snow Flying
Another two days passed, and after several rounds of confrontation and conflict, the team led by Gray Feather finally caught up with the main enemy team that invaded this time.
The simple round wooden tent was set up on the snow, half of which was buried in the ground to keep warm. Although they were savages, they also knew some basic survival methods.
When the team led by Gray Feather appeared, the enemy camp also blew a quick horn. A large number of savages rushed to the hillside with strange sounds and simple weapons. They rushed forward in numbers, like ugly dots in the snow.
"Front row, get ready!"
"Fire!" The commander rode a horse to greet the accompanying team and issued a command to shoot. Then a series of gunpowder smoke rose, and crisp gunshots resounded in the valley.
"Hu-hu-hu-"
The panting savage climbed up the hillside with his fingers on the stone. Many people like him had fallen behind him. The savage jumped out from the crack between the stones and rushed directly to the members who were firing with a thick iron knife in his hand.
Warm blood splattered in the snow, melting into a small gully pit. Then several warriors holding melee weapons jumped down from the hill next to them, surrounded the savage, and then pierced his body with several swords and kicked him off the cliff.
The battle continued. Although the team of Shilin Mountain Fort had the advantage of terrain and the initial firepower advantage, as the sound of clattering rang out in the valley, a series of blood and snowflakes bloomed on the hillside, and many people holding guns and shooting fell down the hillside.
"It's a burst automatic rifle!" Someone exclaimed, how could such an advanced weapon appear in the camp of these savages.
"Back off! Back to the blind spot where the other party can't shoot!" Someone shouted in the team.
Soon, the fighters who were shooting on the hillside retreated. Although this avoided casualties, it was unable to stop the group of savages below from climbing up.
"Bring up the machine guns." The leader of the gray feather tribe shouted.
"Yes."
Escorted by several gray feathers, two carriages were pulled up the hillside, and then the cover was removed, revealing two heavy machine guns supported by tripods.
"Fire!" The command knife was swung down heavily.
Short flames came out of the two machine guns, and then a series of copper bullet shells were thrown continuously. The surging bullets shot a line on the hillside, sweeping across, and all the savages who approached were knocked to the ground, and some even broke their bodies on the spot.
However, such powerful firepower also consumed horrible. After only one minute of shooting, the two boxes of bullets were used up. After that, seeing that the savages' offensive weakened, the leader decisively asked them to stop shooting.
At this moment, the combat members stuck their heads out again to observe the situation below. The hillside and the valley camp were full of dead savage bodies, and the rest were in disarray, shouting and fleeing everywhere.
"Kononi (You, go)!" In the camp, a burly figure holding an automatic rifle was still shouting loudly, forcing the fleeing savages to calm down and attack the hill again.
Around him, there were also many members wearing the same thick furs and holding guns in their hands. They were bloated and wore the skulls and bones of some wild animals as helmets.
"Darcy (attack)!"
Seeing that he could not stop these fleeing savages, he simply ignored them and led his men to shoot at the hillside.
Compared with the relatively backward musket rifles of Shilin Mountain Fort, the bursting rifles in their hands were too advanced.
The sound of "da da" echoed in the valley. Although it was not as continuous as the beeping of machine guns, it also formed a firepower network that made the combatants panic. After all, these people were summoned by the Gray Feathers in the name of expelling the savages, not fighting with such firepower.
Although the leader of the Gray Feathers had been shouting loudly, many people began to retreat and flee. Only the combat members brought by Shilin Mountain Fort barely maintained the front line and kept firing back.
"Machine gun!" Seeing that the situation was still unfavorable, the leader did not care how many bullets were left and ordered to fire again.
"Yes!"
Continuous bullets shot into the camp in the valley, smashing the crude wooden shed directly, splashing a lot of snow, and many of the hairy warriors who shot were also killed and wounded.
But compared to those unintelligent savages, the fighting will of these hairy warriors can be described as firm, or fanatical. Under the call and command of the leader, they kept rolling to avoid bullets, hiding in the pits dug under the tent, avoiding the bullets, and then poking their heads out from time to time to fight back.
This way of fighting made most of the machine gun bullets miss, and it lasted for a few minutes. Although the Stone Forest Fort had begun to use them sparingly and attack with short bursts, the bullets gradually reached the bottom, and all the bullets in the four iron boxes brought were exhausted.
They had to force it. Fortunately, even though the accompanying combatants were timid, the troops of the Stone Forest Fort still outnumbered those hairy warriors.
Under the command of the leader, a group of members inserted bayonets, or simply threw down their guns and took out the weapons they carried, and rushed down the mountain.
At this time, the enemy had also consumed a lot of bullets, and the gunfire was sparse. Facing the charge of hundreds of people, they could not fire enough sniping barrages. After knocking down a few people sporadically, they inevitably engaged in close combat.
Swords and axes slashed in the snow, and the battlefield was very messy. Even the team on the Stone Forest Fort side did not have a very neat formation and coordination. When they were eager to kill, they basically moved forward and backward according to instinct.
Looking at such a scene, Heshia couldn't help but shake her head slightly. It can only be said that the civilization on this planet has regressed too much, and there is no force organization on this land that can carry out large-scale military training.
In the center of the camp, the enemy leader was steaming white steam all over his body, and his body gradually became taller and bigger. With a body of nearly five meters, he stood in the camp like a giant. Just kicking and grabbing, he took away many members of the battle, causing many casualties.
This should be the combat power of the high-level Sequence 4. Tilan estimated that the opponent's combat power could probably rank more than 800 among the freshmen who had just entered the first year of Edes Academy.
The body is strong enough, but the means of attack are extremely monotonous and scarce, and it also lacks flexibility and defense. If someone moves quickly and nimbly, the huge body will become a weakness when close.
Just as she was thinking this, several black shadows passed through the woods beside the hillside at a high speed, and kept approaching the huge body from the shadows that no one noticed or paid attention to.
The dark gray and black shadows passed through the collapsed tent camp in a trance, and then suddenly jumped up, stabbing the opponent's back neck with a sharp sword, destroying the spine connecting the body. The two swords swept past, and tiny blood flowers floated. Then the black shadow that jumped onto the giant's shoulder jumped up, dodged the thick fingers that returned to defense, and even flexibly used the sword blade to cut the fingers in the air to gain leverage.
After falling to the ground, the giant in the center of the field attacked randomly with bloodshot eyes, but he was already unstable and fell on the wooden platform on one side, probably because the nerves connecting his legs were partially damaged.
Then there was a series of gunshots, hitting the giant's head, making him howl and roar, but weak and painful.
Soon, his swollen body gradually returned to its original state, and the furry warriors around him were few and far between.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the remaining people began to flee, and the big man who was originally the leader was also thrown on the spot.
After chasing for a while, the leader of the gray feather tribe asked his men to stop, because it was completely dark at this time, and the mountains were dark at night, which was very dangerous.
"Let's go back."
That night, the camp in the valley was cleared out, and the dead savages were piled in a pit and burned with firewood. The wooden tents that were originally built were transformed and became the residence of everyone that night.
As for the leader, he was tied up with iron chains and tied in the large tent in the center for interrogation.
Unfortunately, the language spoken by the enemy leader was not the common common language, but a spontaneous and deformed language of their local area, and there was not even an exact text. This made it difficult to communicate, and it was impossible to obtain key information from him, such as where these guns came from, how they controlled the savages, and why they appeared here, etc.
After a period of ineffective interrogation, the Gray Feather Tribe could only give up for the time being.
Late at night, everyone in the camp had already gone to bed, and only a few people sat by the fire to keep watch. The winter night was particularly cold. If it was not necessary for someone to patrol, few people would be willing to spend it outside.
There was no moon in the sky, and the wilderness was pitch black.
In an unnoticed corner, a few tiny creatures flew through the air and landed on the top of the tent, and then followed the smell to land on the pile of corpses next to the camp, and slowly drilled in.
On the second day, the leader gathered everyone together, leaving a small number of people to guard the camp, and the rest were divided into several teams to scout again to make sure that there were no wildlings around.
Heshia also left with the most important backbone troops.
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On the fourth day, the leader of the Gray Feathers confirmed that there were no remaining wildling tribes around, and prepared to gather everyone to return to the mountain fort. On the way back, several panicked soldiers rode towards them.
"What happened?" Looking at the panicked expressions of several people, the leader of the Gray Feathers frowned.
"The camp, something happened in the camp." The two spoke with lingering fear.
"A lot of bugs, strange bugs, many people died." They said breathlessly, and there was still fear in their eyes.
"Bugs?" The leader seemed to remember something.
"What kind of bugs are they?"
"White, flying everywhere, poisonous, eating flesh and blood." The two pieced together words to describe it.
Hearing this, the leader looked solemn, and unexpectedly remained silent for a long time, as if hesitating.
"Stand where you are, don't move." After saying that, he waved.
"Come here, surround the two of them, aim with your guns, and fire at the slightest movement."
"Yes." Although it was strange, the soldiers around him still carried out the order, and this action also confused the two people who came to report.
The leader asked the team to stop temporarily, and then whispered a few words to several high-level gray feather species who were accompanying him. After that, several people also led the people to disperse solemnly, keeping a certain distance.
"Go to the surrounding area to chop wood and make a fire first." The leader ordered, and soon two piles of flames rose in the open space.
"You, take off all your clothes and throw them into the fire."
The two people who reported realized something, and hurriedly took off their clothes and threw them all into the fire. Sure enough, not long after, some insects the size of rice grains flew out of the flames and prepared to escape, but at this time, the gray feather species extraordinary who had been alert and prepared waved his hand, and the strange incense powder was sprinkled, and then the flames exploded, burning the insects into ashes.
"Also, you two should take a bath with the potion in the basin." The leader ordered again, asking the two to scrub their bodies with the potion they had just prepared. The potion smelled a bit pungent, and it would even sting if you put your hands in it. It was obviously a very corrosive liquid.
"This..." The two looked a bit scared, but they had no choice but to do it under the aiming of a group of muskets.
During the cleaning process, the two people grimaced in pain. After washing, they used the razor thrown to them to clean all the hair. Only then did they relax a little.
"Now you enter a dormant state, and we will take you back later." The leader waved his whip and ordered.
The two had no choice but to do it and lay on the wooden board. Soon, a layer of light yellow transparent shell covered the surface of their bodies. After that, the color became darker and darker, and it became no longer transparent, just like a pupa.
Seeing this, the leader waved his hand and asked someone to bring two temporary coffins, put the two people in, and then nailed the gaps and smeared the interlayer with honey, and then he felt relieved.
"Let's go, we're going back." He waved his whip and ordered.
"Aren't you going to see what happened in the camp?" Someone asked on the side.
"No, we will return directly and discuss the next things when we go back." The leader's eyes widened.
"Yes, yes."
The team galloped in the wilderness, but the atmosphere was not as happy as after victory, but as dull as the pressure of dark clouds.
After a day of galloping, at night, the team finally arrived outside the mountain fortress, but this time the leader only led a few people back to the city, and the others stayed where they were for the time being, including Heshia and Ores who were accompanying them.
After arriving at the mountain fortress, the few people soon met with the high-level leaders of the Gray Feather Clan who had received the news long ago. This was also the first time that Tilan met the top leaders who governed the Stone Forest Mountain Fortress.
Several old men in black cloaks and raincoats walked out in the dim torchlight. They sat on stone chairs and looked at the few people who returned below with old eyes.
"We already knew what you want to say in the afternoon." One of them on the left spoke, his voice old and hoarse.
"I didn't expect that there were still remnants of those insects."
"Does the elder know the origin of these insects?" Sigmund asked carefully.
"Well, when we were young, probably younger than you are now, we had seen the harm of these insects." His voice brought everyone back to the past about 200 years ago.
"At that time, we did not live in this land. We should be further east of the mountains, which is the northeast of the wilderness where the wild people gather now."
"At that time, during an excavation of ruins, these frozen insects in a laboratory escaped. At first, only a few people were injured, and then a few years later, a 'black fog storm' swept up..."
"After that, almost no local creatures, whether human or animal, were spared. They were all eaten by the swept insects. We had to flee all the way here, using the vast wilderness in the east to block these insects."
"Then how did we deal with and defeat these insects at that time?" Sigmund and others were curious.
"We didn't defeat them, but after a few years, these insects suddenly disappeared overnight." The old man answered slowly.
Such an answer made the mood of several people present depressed and worried.
"What should we do now?" the people present asked.
"Issue a notice to all settlements and organizations near Shilin Mountain Fortress. Anyone who encounters this kind of insect must burn it and suppress the signs in the early stage." The old man in the lead gave the order while holding the handrail.
"They are dangerous, but they don't have very strong combat power. If we take preventive measures, they are not uncontrollable."
"In addition, they need a lot of flesh and blood organic matter to reproduce, which means that they can't spread and multiply spontaneously in the wasteland. They can only rely on parasitic animals with flesh and blood."
"If we take countermeasures and kill them in the early stage, it's possible." Even so, everyone present still didn't have much confidence.
"I understand." There was no better way at this time, so everyone had to leave.
A few days later, a team of horsemen galloped across the wasteland of this land, conveying the notice and order of Shilin Mountain Fortress to each settlement, and even nailed billboards at each key intersection, posting this notice.
A tense atmosphere spread across the wasteland, and many settlements lit fires to deal with the insects they found.
The burning black ash flew into the sky with the heat, and then fell down with the water vapor and ice particles, turning into dirty black snow, covering the mountain fortress.
(End of this chapter)
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