Seven or eight figures were crammed into the tent, making the tent, which was not very spacious, look particularly crowded.

The fire in the center of the tent was blazing, adding warmth to the tent. It's just that seven or eight sturdy figures have entered the camp tent one after another, making the camp tent, which is not very spacious, extremely small and crowded.

Fang Qiuling rolled his eyes in his heart, despising the vulgarity and indelicacy of the knights, and casually stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove. He turned on the large kettle on the stove, looked at the water that had begun to bubble, then felt for a black brick, knocked a small piece and threw it into the kettle to boil.

"Lord Norn, when are we going to fight again?"

A knight asked.

The victory in the battle boosted the morale of the knights in the camp, and everyone was ready to fight again.

Before the battle, the knights believed that the undead were extremely terrifying and invincible. However, after the battle, it was discovered that the personal combat power of the undead was not high, and most of them were not as good as the militia. It's just that they don't know what death is, after all, they are all dead; They won't be defeated because of a lot of casualties, and they won't be defeated, which means they will always fight to the death. The combination of not fearing death and fighting to the death is enough to give most commanders a headache.

However, the good thing is that the undead are generally slower. As long as you are fast enough to get out before you fall into the sea of the dead, then you may not be able to fight it.

Fang Qiuling, who was sitting in front of the fire and gently sniffing the aroma of tea leaves, did not answer, but turned his gaze to the female paladin on the side.

Lady Moghley took off her helmet in a rare move, revealing a face that was as ordinary as it could be. She shook her head slightly, and said slowly: "I'll leave tomorrow and retreat to the east of the Dongliu River." ”

The Dongliu River is the last river to the west of Huquan Town, and further east to Huquan Town will be a flat river. Retreating to the east of the Dongliu River means withdrawing the troops.

"What!"

"Leaving tomorrow? Don't fight? ”

"Ma'am! No, we can keep fighting! ”

"Acting Lord, don't! We're ok! ”

The knights asked for battle, and the tent was suddenly like boiling hot water, and the crowd was excited.

Fang Qiuling took the cup on the side, then poured out a cup of tea from the kettle on the stove, and held it in his hand, looking like an old god was there.

Madame Moghley and Franz also learned to pour a cup of tea from the kettle, sniff it silently, and then take a shallow sip.

The tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but has a sweet aftertaste. The most peculiar thing is the aroma of tea, like fresh fruits in summer, which makes people feel refreshed and a little more peaceful.

The knights in the tent were noisy for a while, and when they found that the two principals ignored them, they were finally forced to quiet down.

"Done arguing?"

Fang Qiuling filled himself with another cup of tea. The act of boiling tea in a large kettle is quite a bit like a cow chewing peonies, but now the conditions are more difficult, and there is no way to show the tea ceremony, so it has to be simple and casual.

As soon as he spoke, the knights immediately boiled again, and the crowd excitedly asked for battle, lest they should be left behind. Fang Qiuling was noncommittal about their unusually positive attitude, just spread his hands and motioned for you to continue arguing, and call me after the quarrel. Seeing this, the knights had no choice but to keep silent, and they couldn't do it one by one.

The tent was quiet again, and Fang Qiuling slowly spoke:

"Don't you think...... I'm very good at it, and I'm very good at fighting. That's what the bone frame is capable of, and you can kill them all in one charge? ”

The knights' faces were different. There are those who are gearing up, those who are indignant, and those who are silent, and they are all nodding their heads in general, and it is clear that the belligerent side has an absolute advantage.

“…… That is, after winning the war, you began to float? Fang Qiuling took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and did not hide the sarcastic expression on his face, "I'm bah! I tell you, it wasn't us who won today. The opposite bone shelf won! ”

As soon as these words came out, the camp tent was suddenly excited.

"Impossible!"

"How so!"

"There is no doubt about our victory!"

The military will be available, which is of course a good thing. But it's not a good thing to be overused and can't pull it like a wild horse.

The daytime battles certainly achieved great results, and countless undead cannon fodder were destroyed. But if this small battle reversed the balance of power between the living and the dead on the south bank of the misty lake, or dealt a heavy blow to the army of the undead, it can only be said that it is too much to think about.

For the advance troops of the Dark Nation Mamo, no matter how many low-level cannon fodder dies, it is not a matter of finding a cemetery to replenish the supply of troops. What is really difficult to replenish is the necromancy that has an autonomous consciousness and can act as a commander. For example, the commanders who were taken away by the fire at the beginning of the skirmish, and the hapless lich who was sold by the vampires at the end.

The true strength of the army of the undead should not be underestimated. Whether it is a large amount of cannon fodder or a high-level combat power that is not lost at all in terms of quantity, it has a considerable advantage over the human army. It's just that this time, the most core spell-casting power "One Ghost and Four Demons" was entangled by Fang Qiuling and the Griffin Knight. A few of them also happened to be very arrogant and thought that they could calmly eliminate the "little bugs" that came in front of them, and then deal with the rampaging knights, and then they were dragged down. This is the result of a great victory.

If the knights think they can come and go in the undead battle as long as they are fast, then the next battle will be the end for all of them!

Fang Qiuling looked around at the knights with an unkind gaze, and his sharp gaze made the knights' voices gradually become smaller, and finally fell silent.

"Win? Think about it and then answer me, who won. We were forced to retreat from the battlefield. What was the result of the retreat a little later? I tell you, it is total destruction! The number of undead present was definitely over five hundred, and there were quite a few stitching monsters among them. Whether the stitching monster is good or not, you should know it clearly! ”

Fang Qiuling's voice gradually pulled down.

"Also, you think you have caused a lot of casualties to the undead today...... Scold! I can tell you very clearly. Tomorrow, no, don't wait until tomorrow, right now! You only have to go to the battlefield and see an army of the undead that is no different from the daytime! ”

The knights looked at each other with shock on their faces.

"That's right! We've had pretty good results during the day, but have you ever wondered why the undead are called 'undead'? Because they really can do it without dying! There is not enough holy water to purify it, and the skeleton of your chopped bones can be 'rested' for a while before they can get up again! Now, tell me again, who won? ”

Fang Qiuling's words were certainly a little exaggerated, but the deviation from the facts would not be very large. As long as there is enough death qi to nourish them, the recovery rate of low-level undead is much faster than that of humans. It's no joke to pull up an army of the undead in minutes.

He coughed lightly, his voice slowing slightly.

"What are we going to do now, what are the strategic goals to achieve. I remember saying it very clearly before I left. Why, it's only been a few days, and it's all forgotten? Or is it that if you win a battle, you think you are invincible? The undead have begun to look down on them? ”

The shock on the knights' faces gradually dissipated, and they changed to a look of shame.

At that time, the little white face in front of me was full of unshaven face when he spoke, and it made people feel angry at first glance. If you can't beat it...... I've already taught him a lesson!

- Remember! We are here to buy time for the evacuation of our hometown fathers! It's not for you to be heroes!

Fang Qiuling's words at that time were quite unkind, and it was almost useless to point at his nose and scold. Most of the knights who heard it had a stuffy chest and held a breath.

Now, now this little white face is even more infuriating! It's just that I can't beat it when I think about it, so I have to endure it, forget it......

"Get back to rest! Which one still has an opinion...... Go straight back to Huquan Town. Tow me and go! There is a lot of shortage of animals to pull carts! ”

Whether it is transporting people or supplies, the number of vehicles is always insufficient, especially the cattle and horses for trailers, and the shortage is huge. If you directly send these stupid big guys with excess energy to pull the cart...... Seems like a good idea! Not only do they have a lot of strength, but they are also easy to communicate with and don't get lost. This can totally be had!

Fang Qiuling's gaze flashed, first becoming thoughtful, and then beginning to become gloomy.

Although most of the knights were not good at reading words and feelings, they instinctively felt a chill. I don't know which leader it is, they rushed out of the camp and scattered, lest they run slowly and be forcibly caught by the acting lord.

- We are noble knights, not big animals pulling carts! Knights never pull carts!

The crowded tent was empty in the blink of an eye. Ms. Moghley picked up the teacup in her hand and took another sip.

"Mr. Norn, what are we going to do next?" Marlowe, another paladin in the tent, asked, "Actually, I agree with everyone's ideas, and give them a little more ruthlessness." That way we can also buy more time. ”

Marlowe was also an acquaintance, having participated in the battle of the underground passage with Fang Qiuling, and was quite experienced in fighting against the undead.

Fang Qiuling shook his head slightly: "There's no chance, Mr. Marlowe." Today's tactics are indispensable, especially since the vampire has suffered a lot of losses. The next time you play like this, it will definitely be targeted. Whether they are high-end or low-end combat power, they are more than us. Hard-hitting attacks, that vampire doesn't care about casualty ratios at all. But we can't, if we die, there will be one less, and the dead knights will eventually become ......"

Don't think that the undead can't think, that their brains have been completely replaced by embalming. The life experience of the Necronomicony...... No, it's ghost experience, they have far more ghost experience than humans, and their knowledge should not be underestimated. Intrigue is the Necromancy's forte! Especially the big group of people who study "dark arts", they don't have any bottom line when they open their brains! And the most helpless part of fighting the undead is that the dead comrades will be "resurrected" as enemies soon after. Looking at a familiar face drawing a sword at himself, few people will be indifferent.