Chapter 245, Male Technician (Please vote for recommendations, monthly votes...)
"What am I doing? What time is it? Who promised me yesterday that I would get up early today." Fang Hao asked.
"Ah!" An Jia suddenly remembered that she was assigned a task today.
While getting dressed, he said, "Just call me. Why are you hitting me?"
"I can wake you up. With the quality of your sleep, you wouldn't even know the house collapsed." Fang Hao said through gritted teeth.
"Hey, I was wrong. What did you eat this morning?" Anjia stuck out her tongue, rubbed her butt, and walked out.
The two went downstairs, and Yi'er had already prepared breakfast.
There was plenty of time, enough for them to finish breakfast.
After eating.
Demitga and Anjia, with 100,000 and 20,000 troops respectively, went to their assigned camps.
Demitja is responsible for the east side, and the mission description states that there are 30,000 rebels.
His 100,000 troops, plus several bone dragons, are enough to level this place.
The only pity is that this camp cannot be dismantled, otherwise the human sea tactics will be more effective.
As for the bandits An Jia was responsible for.
Although there is no indication of the number of troops, the village-level camp is estimated to have only a few hundred people.
Anjia's 20,000 yuan is enough to cope with it.
Twenty minutes later, Fang Hao used his divine presence to follow Dimitja to the camp.
Melee troops surrounded the camp on several levels, long-range troops climbed onto the wall, and the bone dragon stuck its head inside the wall, ready to spit out death breath at any time.
The camp is like a giant bowl, waiting for the rebels in the bowl to appear.
Time passed little by little.
[Random events start, rebels are in danger, bandits come down the mountain, and travelers pass by to reach your territory. 】
As the prompt appeared, a large area of light suddenly appeared in the open space in the camp.
Rebels wearing iron armor and triangular iron helmets appeared in the camp one after another.
On the high platform, a general held a knight's sword high in his hand. As soon as he appeared, he said loudly: "The scouts got the news. There is a territory in the south. As long as we take it..., take it..."
Halfway through his impassioned words, the general's expression changed instantly.
The rebels present also had pale faces.
At some point, the defensive wall of the camp was covered with densely armed undead, holding bows, arrows and staffs in their hands, staring at them in full formation.
On the top of the wall, there were several bone dragons, their dragon heads protruding in from above, staring at them curiously.
What's going on, why is my camp surrounded by undead.
They are like rabbits in a cage, watched by hunters.
The undead did not give the rebels much time to think and react.
With the sound of 'attack' sounded.
All the undead began their own attacks.
The bone dragon spit out a black energy beam, and the rebels in its path instantly turned into white bones.
The archers and mages on the wall also launched attacks at the same time.
Rain of arrows and magic missiles poured out downwards.
Like a big black net, it enveloped the entire camp.
"Quickly, find a bunker. Quickly, don't be stupid." The general hid directly in the wooden house and gave loud instructions to the outside.
He didn't understand what was happening, and he didn't have time to think about it now.
The soldiers must first hide to avoid such a dense attack.
In the camp, corpses were everywhere, and broken limbs were flying everywhere under the bombardment of magic missiles.
The blood dyed the ground dark red, forming streams flowing outward.
The general gritted his teeth and watched everything. He could no longer wait. By the time the undead were almost cleared away, they would have no chance of breaking out.
He shouted to the rebels in other buildings: "Look for the shield and fight out with me later. This is our last chance. We will avenge the other brothers later."
"Okay." The rebel responded.
Everyone started looking for shields and anything that could be used as a shield.
Tables and chairs, or the armor worn by dead companions.
"Are you ready?"
"Okay."
"Shield formation."
People in several nearby rooms quickly gathered together and gathered their shields together to resist arrows from all directions.
After all, the rebels are of higher quality than the bandits.
The general can quickly form a formation with a single order.
The arrows crackled against the shield as he walked towards the entrance of the camp.
Rebels kept joining in on the way, and the scale of the turtle formation gradually increased, and the mud on the ground was rushed towards the entrance of the camp.
"Hold on, we'll be outside soon." The general encouraged the team.
All the rebels insisted on moving outward.
When everyone finally stepped out of the camp gate.
But his footsteps stopped involuntarily, his face turned ashen!
Outside the territory, there was an army of undead surrounding them in circles, densely packed with no end in sight.
The next second, a black beam of light swept through the shield array, and everyone turned into bones.
Next, the melee troops enter the scene and capture and kill the rebels hiding in corners and houses.
The battle lasted just over an hour and was over.
The skeletons cleaned the battlefield and began to collect equipment, arrows, and squirming spines.
……
Boom!
The door was gently opened, and then the voice of Yi'er calling came to his ears.
"Master, master..."
Fang Hao dismissed the divine presence and sat up on the bed.
"What's wrong, Yi'er?"
"Master, Master Blood Hunter captured a few people. During the interrogation, they said they were just passing by here." Yi'er said softly from the side.
Yi'er's words reminded Fang Hao of the third random incident.
I ignored this matter. If he was really an ordinary businessman or traveler, he might have been killed by the undead as soon as he got close.
If they were not discovered by the blood hunters, these people would largely avoid the undead area and leave directly.
"Oh? Take me to see it."
"Good master."
Yi'er led Fang Hao out of the Lord's Mansion. In the open space in the center, several people were guarded by the undead, kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands.
"Sir." Blood Hunter saluted.
"Well, what's going on?"
"I found these people during patrol. They were sneaky. Now it's time to be alert again, so I caught them." The blood hunter glanced at the few people kneeling on the ground.
"Sir, we are just passing through here because the food we brought is not enough. We are looking for a nearby city to exchange for some food." A human hurriedly explained.
Fang Hao looked at this person.
[Human Technician (Level 3)].
technician?
Male technician... Well, does the world already have a physical therapy industry?
Humans are not the only ones on the team of technicians, there are also dwarves and elves among them.
But they are all men, especially the dwarf technicians, who are short and have thicker beards than their hair.
Several of them were tired of their travels, but they confirmed their identity as travelers.
"Hand over all your weapons and you can take a rest in the city. I will arrange for someone to prepare food for you." Fang Hao said.
"Thank you."
Several people looked at each other and put their weapons aside.
"Sit down and chat. After the food is prepared for you, you can leave. They are my guards and will not hurt you." Fang Hao explained.
Several technicians stood up and sat down on a bench nearby with some restraint.
Fang Hao continued to ask: "What do you call it?"
"My name is Ram, and these are my companions." The leading male technician said.
"Oh, where are you going? How did you end up here?"
"We are going back to the city where we live, but we don't know. You built a city here, so we broke in by mistake."
Brothers, I just have eye pain, it’s not a terminal illness. Why can’t I see half as many people?
I will continue to write this book, and I still owe the leader two books that I have not exchanged.
Everybody, don't give up.
(End of chapter)