Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In a map room, there were only Hong San and Kant.

There is a dangerous smell of blood and fire in the words of the Aurora people.

Even though the defending city was defeated the day before yesterday and the powerful methods of the elves were disintegrated one by one, so that the opponent had no choice but to withdraw their troops, the threat of the elves did not subside, and it could even be said that it did not suffer much weakening and setbacks.

"The elves have very strong self-esteem. After this setback, they will definitely make a comeback and fight with more courage."

Hong San said solemnly: "The elves defended the city a few days ago, although the elves lost a lot of people, but the humans died more, and they are the backbone of this city, because only the strongest and toughest soldiers can fight with The elves fought head-on, and the city's military power was weakened."

"Mayor Nick refused to tell me the specific number of casualties, but from my observation, the exchange ratio is quite ugly, and although the elves are also damaged, their overall combat literacy is extremely high, and the combat effectiveness of the next batch of siege soldiers will not be Any damage will be stronger because they are eager to be ashamed."

Kant nodded slowly.

A victory does not mean a complete victory, let alone a tragic victory.

Even if the greenskins and the iron sons join, the number is too small. In a battle of the order of 10,000, it is nothing at all... The danger still exists.

Or, more dangerous.

Kant said: "You said that the elves will attack the city at all costs?"

"Yes."

Hong San replied: "Because they haven't made any movement since last night, this shows that the commander of the other side has given up all skills and tricks."

"The previous two sieges, a cavalry raid, and a wooden puppet rushing into the wall, were all unexpected, and the soldiers acted in devious ways. If successful, they could quickly take the city and pay less casualties. This reflects the mentality of the opposing commander. - He is eager to make meritorious deeds quickly in exchange for the recognition and reward of his superiors, but he also wants to reduce casualties and preserve his strength as much as possible, typical elf thinking, thinking too much and calculating."

"But he lost, and he failed twice in a row, wasting time, consuming resources, and paying a lot of casualties. What's more, these two victories, the reasons for the defeat were amazingly consistent, and the soil **** built by the mage disappeared instantly. So that the cavalry could not quickly rush to the city wall, and the wooden puppets that were awakened at a huge cost, two were killed by artillery fire, and three still disintegrated out of thin air, as long as the other party is not stupid, they will definitely find something."

Kant thought for a while and said, "You said that in continental war, magic goes first, but Valentine relies on the power of the city wall, and the Goethe Wizards have more than enough protection for themselves, so there is only one way for the elves to go."

Hong San replied: "Yes, since ancient times, the core of attack and defense is the city wall, destroying the city with magic, digging the ground to break into the city, or tricking it. The three are not successful, there are only two strategies."

"One, besieged and trapped, but the siege of the Twilight Warband is so urgent, it must have received an order, and it won't be such a waste of time, so there is only one way to go with the ants..."

When he said this, he showed a helpless look. Against a strong enemy, it is the sorrow of all defenders. The opponent's tactics are ever-changing, and his own side can only respond passively and feel extremely aggrieved.

"I already had some guesses last night, and the elves have been silent since last night. They must have given up all their fantasies and stepped up their preparations. When everything is safe, they will launch a violent attack at any cost."

This means that the intensity of the battle will increase rapidly, and the tragic battle will be even worse than that day. Neither offensive or defensive side will like such a battle, but war is war.

Hong San said solemnly: "Master, it's really up to that point, I have nothing to do, the elves summed up the cause of the previous day's defeat, and will definitely avoid similar situations, since your ability can easily disintegrate the siege climbing equipment , there is only one way to deal with it... that is to use the number of piles to keep you busy."

"They are still in the camp now, and they must be preparing for this."

After speaking, the Aurora people stared at Kant with a look of anticipation.

The simpler and more direct method is often the most terrifying, the elves are world hegemony, the magic guide is unparalleled in the world, and the war skills are carried forward, so when the elves leave those ingenious tactics and powerful combat systems behind, use the most primitive and direct. The most violent way to launch an attack, Hong San can't do anything anyway.

Therefore, he can only expect Uncle Kant to find a way to use the invincible explosive art.

Kant thought for a while and asked, "No matter how long they hold back, they won't create more wooden puppets."

"Of course not." Hong San replied, "Five sets in one night have already drained the mana of many mages. If they do this again, the number of spellcasters will not be enough, and besides, they don't need the help of mages. , the engineering troop can make a ladder car, and even if the elf commander is a little more ruthless, it is possible to make a lot of simpler heavy-duty ladders..."

Kant frowned.

If hundreds of cloud-ladder cars and heavy-duty cloud-ladders ride up together, and the elf army rushes in frantically, even if he has the extraction ability that can disintegrate everything, it is nothing but a drop in the bucket.

but…

"If it's just this kind of trick, it's not difficult."

He patted Hong San on the shoulder and looked out the window.

The sky above the green-skin munitions factory next door reverberated with the green-skinned minor tune: "Let's come, sing and roar, Dajiba has everything here, we eat, we don't need to sleep, and we don't get tired of **** at all..."

Hong San opened his mouth: "This..."

Kant smiled meaningfully: "It seems that our feces production officers are very enthusiastic about their work."

I have to say that these greenskins are simply too happy, and even have extremely high musical talent. After listening to Bansu heavy metal, they have already drawn inferences from one fact and started to create instant creations.

Greenskin rap is **** fantastic.

But that's obviously fine.

Although it is very noisy, and it is noisy all night, the volume is very loud, and it is extremely disturbing. It is placed on earth to be buried by my mother on the same day and then fly again, but this is another world. In war, even if it disturbs the neighbors, it will only be I can ask them to bear it for a while, they can't sleep because of the noise, and they are still alive.

It's better than the city being cut down by the elves.

There is a causal connection between the two. The more the green skin sings, the more intense the physical activity, the faster the digestion, the faster the production, the faster the work, and the more it can produce. Spectrum but powerful gunpowder comes out, and these gunpowder will eventually become a powerful weapon to resist the elves.

So after the quarrel, Kant still endured it. This is because these greenskins sang very well, but they did not lose face at all... Otherwise, they must be taught by these orcs hundreds of years ago. How exactly the human capitalists repressed the workers.

"If it's just a large number of ladder trucks, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with. It's a pity that I don't know the specific parameters, and I don't know how strong their siege devices are... But it's actually nothing."

Last night, I discussed with Tie Son how the green-skin gunpowder that I made should be processed into powerful weapons, but according to the current situation, there are not many choices.

If the elves come up with a large number of siege devices such as ladder cars and try to win by quantity, then green leather weapons can only be used in this regard.

After all, the number of green skins is limited. Even if they are raised as pigs, they cannot make too much gunpowder. The weapons they make can only be used to blow up the ladders and reduce the pressure on the mage group.

He said to Hong San: "If it's just this method, it's not a big problem to deal with. The longer the elves drag on, the more beneficial it will be for us. If we persist for a few more days, the Gladiolus Legion will arrive."

There was a hint of worry in Hong San's eyes, because of his temperament, he always thought about the worst situation... But he didn't express his worries, what's the use of saying them.

And besides this, he has more concerns.

"Master, I dare to ask a little..."

When he said this, his face turned a little green, and his stomach was a little upset.

The experience last night was so heart-wrenching.

- How should I put it? He admires and worships the great healers who discovered that Ye Mingsha, Mochizuki sand, white cloves, and Wulingzhi can be used as medicine. People can't have such noble sentiments, let alone green skin...

Fortunately, I just smelled it last night and didn't lick it...

But still really cared.

He asked tentatively, "Master, you put the green leather in there and feed it deliciously. Are you trying to collect their stuff to make something called gunpowder?"

Kant frowned and said: "What is a circle? They have freedom, they can listen to songs, and they get paid. Even if they work all night, they are voluntary and happy. They were repaired in a previous life and worked hard for the company. What? Talking like they are my pigs, your thinking is dangerous."

Hong San thought he had violated Kant's taboo, and just wanted to kneel down to apologize, but when he heard this, he had to nod his head repeatedly.

After Kant corrected the disharmony of the other party's words, he continued: "Well, yes, it's just an expedient measure. I also think this approach is rather disgusting, and I can't accept it psychologically, but at this time, the isolated city is besieged and the battle is urgent. Not so much... Anyway, I can't use it anymore, and it's not me who bombed that."

Who knew that Hong Sanyi heard it and said seriously: "Where are you talking? The battle was not a romantic affair, but a **** one, filled with corrupt and dirty blood and limbs, and cut open the stomach, intestines and undigested food with a knife. Roll out, doesn't it stink? Smells. You can fight and fight, who cares about that?"

"War is the most terrifying and filthiest thing in the world. The weather is hot, and the corpses are filled with mosquitoes and flies in half a day, and the carrion breeds maggots. The war is urgent. The rotting corpses are not restrained, and the green juice flows and softens and corrupts. How disgusting, habit is Well, qualified soldiers don't care about this, they tend to look at it without changing their face, after all, war is like this, there is no glory, no grace, only hysteria and unscrupulous means."

Hong San sneered: "I'm afraid you don't know, in ancient times, when elves fought against foreigners, they inserted arrows into the feces, so that the wounds of those hit by the arrows were corrupted and unable to heal, and they could only mourn and die. It has been learned from the clan, and it has spread far and wide, all of which are the bad heads of the elves."

"As for the elves who abandoned them later, it was not because they were dirty and rude, but because of the progress of magic. Druids cultivated more effective poisonous plants and obtained a large amount of poison to provide standard poisoned arrows, so that the Power is more standardized and stabilized, and soldiers don't have to waste time looking for dunghills."

"As for now, I don't even need poisoned arrows. On the surface, the elves claim honor and justice and do not poison their weapons, but in fact, it is their casting process and the progress of structural mechanics. They redesigned the battle arrows. Going down, even if the enemy is not dead, they will lose their combat effectiveness, let the enemy cry and consume rations and demoralize, it is more efficient than poisoning them quickly with poison, and it can also occupy the moral high ground."

"So, Lord, it's normal. We used gold juice to pour people over there before. We don't use it here. It's not that they are disgusting, it's because there are mages. The golden juice that fell down was manipulated and rolled back by the mages of the water school, and it was also extremely tragic... so I didn't dare to use it."

Kant's expression became more and more subtle.

The first is "Wow, people from other worlds do the same thing. Sure enough, the essence of intelligent creatures is the same", and then it is a very strange feeling: "...Why are you telling me this?"

Hong San said with a sincere expression: "I think you are still a little bit reluctant to let go, the military situation is dangerous, you have to do whatever you can to lure the enemy into a trap with sharp knives and stab them to death. It has also been said that the battle should be adapted to local conditions and informal, but the result should be sought..."

When Kant heard the words, he said: "What do you mean? Why can't you let go? I can't even count the elves I killed, hacked, and bombed in the past few days. How decisive is the killing? No? I can't believe that you, Hong San, with big brows and big eyes, are also looking forward to such a disgusting thing. Do you want me to carry a fire truck, fill it with excrement and urine, and then drive a high-pressure faucet to spray outside the city? "

Hong San reluctantly understood what Kant meant. Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help shivering.

Then he quickly denied: "Of course not, the elves won't be run away, they were killed in the sea of ​​blood, and they have never smelled anything, this method will only irritate them, and they still have a group of mages, and even they They also use this method to return it, what should I do? Don’t forget, in addition to the large number of soldiers, they also raised a large number of herds, and they can even manipulate animals, in case the two sides fight like this…”

So Kant also shuddered: "...Then why are you asking this?"

Hong San gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "I want to ask, can the reincarnation of human beings be used?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to his knees with a thud—mainly because this matter is too taboo, Hong San said very quickly: "Don't worry, sir, you know what the villain is, that's why you know this. There is no place to spread the big secret, the villain is just…”

Kant frowned: "Get up."

Hong San immediately got up.

"Humans don't work, I asked." Kant said, "Even greenskins can use this method, which is very strange. It may be due to their racial characteristics, or other reasons..."

Hong San nodded again and again, and before he knew it, the sweat had already come down, he hesitated again and again, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, let me say something again, that green skin must be caught in his hand, even these green skins. The skins must also be absolutely reliable, otherwise, it is better to use them…”

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking, Chengqing, but don't worry."

Kant said: "Don't think about anything else now, defending the city is the most important thing. Your task is to continue to think about deductions, and think about what methods the elves will use to deal with us. What about me..."

At this moment, he touched his stomach and frowned, "I'll go to the toilet first."

People have three urgency.

Uncle Kang's toilet is naturally Vidal's exclusive configuration. Although the thatched huts of the great people are not as convenient as in modern society, they are still very clean. There are even windows for ventilation. It is said that these are also popular among elves. , From this point of view, the elves did a good thing.

After it was done, Kant pushed open the door and walked out. Naturally, someone would clean up these things. The degenerate feudal life... He sighed and left. If there is no war today, then he has to continue processing weapons.

What Kant didn't know was that after he left, a large head stuck out from the wall of the munitions factory in the distance and looked towards the Vidal Chamber of Commerce.

The workshop director and chief feces production officer of the munitions factory, the gunsmith, he accomplished a feat that was enough to go down in history last night. He processed the feces of the orcs, mixed with other thinking materials, and processed them into a powerful green. Leather gunpowder, it can be said, he opened the prelude to the era of hot weapons.

At this moment, his eyes were staring at the ventilation window of the toilet, staring at the small room, that is the place where the holy and great son of prophecy of the orcs fought. Since green-skinned dung can be processed into strong and powerful The big bang bang, then...

The gunsmith murmured, "I'm thinking..."

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