Chapter 673: Hiss...die...hiss
The starry night is picturesque, with pools of starlight falling across lakes and lakes.
In front of this half-moon-shaped forest plain, a village surrounded by log walls was making a faint hissing sound in the quiet night.
In the large iron pot in the center of the village community, there are still several human thigh bones inserted, and there are still pink shreds of meat on the bones that have not been chewed clean.
Holding the spear, Udhema sat blankly on the small horse in the guard tower, looking at the silent and warm swamp plain in a daze.
For a snakeman, this kind of land is the best.
They were free to graze their lizards, grow their snakeberries, and wallow happily in the puddles.
According to those who taught the Homo Erectus, after expelling the secret parties, they, the snake people, could get these lands, which originally belonged to them.
As early as thousands of years ago, even before the El Empire landed on the Eastern Continent, they were the masters of Black Snake Bay, living happily among the streams and jungles.
Until the Aiel people landed in the eastern continent and drove a large number of Norn tribes eastwards, the Snake Men, who had no iron weapons and could not ride horses, were quickly defeated and gave up this land to the Norn people.
Millions of snake people moved from the plains to the Green Dragon Forest Sea. By the time they settled and built houses in the volcanic valley, there were only more than 100,000 people left.
Therefore, the Bipedal Man is the enemy of the Snake Man, and the Snake Man should not have any cooperation with them.
To Udhema, this was just the nonsense of the old priest. No matter who threw a piece of meat in front of him, he was willing to help others kill people with a machete.
Suddenly, Udhema's oval head moved. He stood up suddenly and hissed the letter in one direction.
But in his field of vision, the swamps and forests in the distance were still calm, as if he was wondering whether the thing that flashed by just now was a rabbit.
As far as human vision is concerned, snake people can basically be regarded as short-sighted. Many times they rely on smell and special heat sensing to distinguish.
"Buzz——"
A sudden strong wind blew up the thatch on the minaret. Before Udhema could react, he saw a circle of mud suddenly flying about twenty steps in front of the wall.
Why did the mud suddenly fly up?
The snake sentry still stood blankly behind the railing, trying to identify what the ball in the center of the mud was?
However, before he could identify it clearly, the night wind blew a burst of flax lubricant and a swishing sound when the handle was turned.
No, it was only at this time that Udhema realized it. He immediately turned around and prepared to get the gong hanging on the pillar, but it was a pity that it was too late.
There was a deafening roar, and three rows of dim firelight flashed behind the bushes in the distance.
Of course, it was not the light emitted by gunpowder, but the light of lubricant wrapped in iron projectiles that was ignited by violent friction and then extinguished by the wind.
Udhema spat out the letter in horror and raised her scaly head. The vague heat in her retinas was rapidly approaching.
He opened his mouth to shout, but at this critical moment, he couldn't shout a word.
The wooden wall made a harsh groan, the pointed log exploded, and the splintered wood chips crackled on his scales.
Amidst the flying iron bullets, Udhema completely forgot about her duty to warn. She was coiled behind the railing of the arrow tower, holding her head and shivering.
"Is there an earthquake?"
"The stars in the sky have fallen, run!"
"It's the punishment of the gods, it's the rain of fire."
"What's going on?" Several disheveled extraordinary knights rushed out of the house, shouting with drunken steps, "Is there an earthquake? Who is on guard, come out and speak!"
No snake man replied to his words. All the snake men were running around in fear. Only the snake nobles took out their whips angrily and screamed and cursed.
The ears were filled with screams and frightened hisses, and the naked snake soldiers in the house swam out from the windows or doorways.
The second round of bombardment came as expected a moment later. The snake people almost instinctively crawled to the ground, and the sound of screaming and crying completely exploded.
The hot iron balls flew over the heads of the snake people, like countless meteors streaking across the early morning night sky.
Even in houses that were not bombarded, snake people could be seen holding their heads, screaming and hiding behind walls and houses.
But occasionally a lucky iron bullet can still penetrate the wall easily. You know, in the tests conducted by Horn, the Falcon Cannon could penetrate a gravelly sand breast wall with a penetration depth of 0.7 meters at a distance of 400 meters.
The double-layered elm wall of this village outside the city was not even half a meter thick. Under the concentrated bombardment of 24 falcon cannons, the wall was reduced to a sieve in almost two rounds of shelling.
"After advancing 150 meters, the third round of shelling was carried out, and the infantry regiment followed the forward pressure."
Amid Mormont's shouts, a total of 2,000 people from the four infantry regiments of the God's Punishment Army launched a charge towards the village under torches and darkness.
At a distance of 400 meters, they did not encounter any counterattack with bows, arrows or spears, and the God's Punishment Army rushed to the wall of the village.
The devils in black in the eyes of these snake people knocked down the precarious wall and climbed over the wall one by one with broken wooden stakes.
The knights who stayed behind in the village managed to gather a wave of snake soldiers. As soon as they turned a corner, they saw five rows of hundreds of holy musketeers aiming their black muskets at them.
"Don't be afraid, rush over, there are less than 200 of them."
"Hiss... die... hiss -"
"In the name of the Supreme Dragon God, crawl with me!"
Looking at the snake soldiers swimming towards them, the officer standing in the front row calmly took out the saber in his hand and swung it down heavily in the starlight.
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"Praise the Holy Wind!"
"Bang bang bang——"
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When the sun first rose, when Horn dismounted at the entrance of the village, what he saw was the snake people lying on the ground with their bellies up, hands tied behind their backs, like salted fish.
The morning light shines on the green, black and white snake scales of these snake men, which are like light spots emitting lake-like golden light.
Horn crouched down and carefully observed these strange creatures.
Their lower bodies are snakes, and their upper bodies are more like lizard-men. Their slender oval heads have ear holes on both sides that can be closed. Most of them just wear rough clothes made of bark and sage.
"Where did these snake people come from?" Horn turned to a rescued local wizard and asked.
The wizard angrily kicked the snake man on the ground: "They are all man-eating barbarians who came from the Green Dragon Forest Sea."
"Are snakes and lycanthropes the same?" Horn asked again, but the answer came from the other side.
"No, no, no."
Turning around following the sound, Horn saw an old wizard with a white beard, a standard figure in witcher novels, walking over with Novia's support.
He was leaning on a tree root crutch and wearing glasses with broken lenses. He saluted Horn kindly and peacefully: "You know, lycanthropes and humans can have children, but snake people are It lays eggs and cannot give birth to human offspring, so it is not a human subspecies, but a heterogeneous species.”
"Who are you?" Horn looked searchingly at Novia who was supporting him.
Novia introduced generously: "This is Brother Javier, an expert in monsterology. Those in the Bald Head Club are just his disciples."
The old wizard laughed at himself: "I originally escaped through the temple tunnel, but it's a pity that I am old and my old arms and legs can't run anymore, so I was caught by these snake men... Speaking of which, how are you going to treat this person?" Snake people?”
"Maybe we'll lock them up for a few days, give them some rations after the war is over, and let them go home on their own." Horn glanced at the snakemen on the ground, feeling a little headache.
"Can I give you a little suggestion about the placement of these snake men?" The kind-hearted old Javier glanced at the injured little snake man on the ground with some distress.
Horn was helpless: "They are too much of a threat. I can only let some of the wounded and children go."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Old Javier quickly shook his head, "I mean, it would be a waste to just put it back."
Horn looked blankly at the nagging old man in front of him.
"These snake people are just like their bodies, soft and boneless, and are very good at planting and taking care of crops. They are born with no ambitions. As long as they have a good meal, they can live an honest life." Old Javier paused on his crutch sadly. "How could such a good slave be let go just like that?"
(End of chapter)