Chapter 115 Attacked!
The night is getting darker and colder, and even the sword thistle has gradually shrunk its straight green leaves.
In the camp, ten carriages were connected end to end to protect both sides of the camp.
As for the relatively open front and rear, they were fenced with spiked wooden stakes and horses.
In the process of preventing attacks and pursuits many times, the villagers have become extremely proficient in this, and they almost complete these protective measures subconsciously.
Along the way, many people were attacked by monsters, savages, beasts, and wild beasts.
The night watch gunner and his trumpeter were bored and patrolling the carriage wall.
While walking, the night watch gunslinger said with emotion: "Look at us, we were just farmers a month ago, but now I am a general."
"Okay, okay. Now, I know you are a general." The trumpeter without the wind-up gun jealously dug into the holy gun with his eyes and whispered, "I am still a holy young general... What is that?"
Seeing a movement in the grass, the fellow guard holding the horn immediately became alert.
The night guard looked in the direction he pointed. A beam of light hit the bushes, and he saw only a flash of gray-yellow fluff.
"It turned out to be a rabbit." The night guard and the bugler immediately breathed a sigh of relief and turned their eyes elsewhere, and the light moved accordingly.
The two relaxed and continued to patrol around.
Unlike ordinary soldiers, the night watch gunslingers put on khaki robes to avoid being accidentally injured by friendly forces due to being too dark.
On his brimmed hat-shaped round helmet, a three-finger-thick wooden tube was placed, emitting an orange-yellow light.
Every time he turned his head, he could see a blurry beam of light moving along his neck.
That is a glowstone placed in a log tube.
This kind of glowstone is also a product of alchemy and requires the use of monster bones to make.
Horn and his party happened to kill a lot of monsters during this period, and Horn made a dozen glowstone lamps from their skeletons.
Glowstone is a bone stone that can slowly undergo alchemical reactions. In a lightless environment, it requires very little mana and can glow without any imagery.
Of course, the low requirements are just for the magic power of the dependents, and non-wizards still can't use it.
You only need to sprinkle a handful of lime powder every one or two hours to catalyze it to absorb mana.
Its mana consumption, even the person with the weakest mana, can almost use it until dawn.
The only and biggest disadvantage is that the light is relatively dark, not as good as the lights, but it is better than nothing.
It is small in size, lasts a long time, does not take up hands, is rainproof and windproof, and the light source is very stable, so it is often used as a lighting object for night patrol soldiers.
Horn also made a very interesting discovery, that is, the absorption of mana by glowstone actually depends on the distance.
Horn can light up the glowstone from more than five meters away, and it is brighter than normal, but the gunman has to wear it on his forehead to be useful.
At this time, under the illumination of the fluorescent stone lamp, Horn was sitting at a desk, carefully tracing the images on the Tarot cards.
What he was describing was the tower in the Tarot cards.
A towering tower was destroyed by lightning, flames burst from the top of the tower, and two people fell from the collapsed tower.
This is the only image related to lightning, which may enhance Jeanne's combat power.
According to Sissi, meditation is an effective way to control mana, and it will be of great benefit even to witches.
Since its invention, Tarot meditation has replaced other messy meditations.
Even in the end, it took the name of meditation, and people thought that Tarot cards were the only meditation method.
It is summarized by the legendary wizard Monjeev.
Through collection and experimentation, Monjeve discovered and summarized the twelve most effective mental images that can mobilize mana, and set an order for the twelve images according to the distance of mana flow and the amount of consumption.
Subsequently, this set of meditation methods was continuously patched, improved and added by other wizards, forming the current stable twenty-two Tarot cards.
Among them, the magician is the first, the world is the twenty-first, and the fool takes over the reversal, like an ouroboros, turning the first-order world into the image of the second-order magician, and the cycle repeats.
For wizards, starting from the second generation, using spells requires careful manipulation with meditative imagery.
By the fifth generation, it was completely useless. Their mana was so mixed that they could not release spells. They could only use imagery meditation to let the mana flow so that it could be catalyzed by the catalyst during alchemy. Nowadays, the mental image that the four major legions practice the most is the Fool, because it can not only exercise mana control, but also puts the least pressure on the soul.
In fact, Horn had some doubts about teaching meditation to the villagers. He would definitely run away with a gun.
What should I do if I teach these villagers meditation methods and are arrested as a witch's descendant, a son of the devil, or a wizard?
It’s not anything else, the main thing is that they really are.
But when he thought about the uncertain future and the dangers that Wild Spider Forest might encounter, Horn decided to teach them.
He only promised to do his best to ensure the safety of the villagers on this journey. He could not be a nanny for these villagers for the rest of his life.
Like Horn, they cannot use spells subconsciously. As long as they are careful, it is difficult for them to be caught by the demon hunters.
After arriving at Fort Joan of Arc, Horn still had to continue turning into Black Snake Bay.
At that time, among these villagers, those who want to stay will stay, and those who want to follow him...
If they are still willing to follow him after knowing the truth, Huo Eun will not refuse.
According to Horn's estimation, there shouldn't be many such people. After all, he was making a joke at the cost of his life.
After finishing the last stroke of the tower, Horn put the stack of tower paintings aside.
I took out a notebook from my arms and started journaling daily.
That is Horn’s diary from the Gulag to the present, for review.
The number of words was quite large at first, but later on, as the situation worsened, the number of words became less and less. In the end, it almost became a marching notebook.
From logistics deployment to reconnaissance routes, from camp management to marching formations, how can we move faster? How to prevent and treat disease and insect bites? How to handle route assignment? How to determine current location?
Every aspect, everything.
The pitfalls Horn has stepped on, the attempts he made after failure, the experiences he heard from others, and his summary of theories based on previous lives are all in this booklet.
There are 1,200 lives in front of you, and you are under the pressure of extraordinary knights in the back.
Horn suddenly changed from a person who could not organize a spring outing to being able to command 1,200 people like an arm and a finger.
So people still need to push to survive.
When he picked up the pen, Horn fell into thinking. He has been relatively successful recently and has not made any mistakes. He does not know how to write.
“Buzz——”
The sound of the horn pierced the night sky.
“Bang!”
"Hiss!"
After the sound of the gun, there was a numbing sound of foreign objects moving, and in an instant, the entire camp woke up.
Facing the direction from which the sound came, Horn stood up in surprise.
The second trumpet sounded again, but it stopped abruptly in the middle of the blowing.
Throwing down the pen and paper, Horn put on his breastplate and helmet, grabbed his wind-up gun and cloak, and ran out of the tent.
At this moment, the boy army who came to report the news was already waiting outside the door. In the carriage house in the distance, torches were lighting up one after another and they were gathering towards the site of the incident.
“Where?”
“Bang!” There was another gunshot.
“Where?!”
“General Monser’s area.”
p.s. This chapter is in reserve. I may have to go out for dinner at night, but there should be another chapter when I get back.
Don’t worry, I’m a stubborn person who never eats or drinks.
(End of this chapter)