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Lakeside Village is a small village built on a higher slope to the north of Mashoe Lake.

This village with only more than 50 households is an extremely poor area even by the standards of this plane - there is not a single decent building in the whole village, and even the house of the village chief's house is only slightly larger, After living in a family, it is a thatched house with two pigs and a few chickens at home.

Most villagers do not have two sets of decent clothes at home. The elderly and young adults always wear a rag around their waists when they go out to work. Children always run around the village with bare bottoms, and women often wear With the only bed sheets in the house, I do some housework at home, twisting twine and other jobs...

Although there is a water source nearby, and the straight-line distance from the town is not more than [-] kilometers away, there are two reasons why it is still so poor.

First of all, it is the dereliction of duty of the higher-level departments and town-level administrative units.

The previous mayors of Westham have never looked at the remote villages that are more than fifteen kilometers away from the town and cannot even supply fresh vegetables to the town; except for sending tax officers to collect taxes every autumn or the lord When civil servants are needed for territorial warfare, these gentlemen never remember that there are such panting two-legged domestic animals in their own territory.

Secondly, there is no noble manor in this village within ten miles.

Horseshoe Lake is too close to the Sorensen Mountains. The nobles think that investing in a manor farm in such a place is a high-risk business. Even if Horseshoe Lake has the advantage of abundant water resources, no noble is willing to buy the land nearby.

In other words, the people in Lakeside Village can't even get the most basic roads and water conservancy works... Somewhere in the enclosure of the noble manor farm, at least they will build a gravel road or loess road that can pass through the carriage, and build a few Canals for irrigation.

He is clearly alive but seems to be transparent, and the backwardness of Hupan Village is completely conceivable...

The villagers can only cultivate the land on the west side of the Horseshoe Lake that can be directly irrigated with water. The output of the land is not limited to the difficulty of realizing the traffic problem. Every year during the autumn harvest season, the villagers have to go out to the town to deliver the taxes and grains to be paid. After that, it is considered good for each household to save the salt money for the next year.

In addition to inconvenient transportation and lack of farmland water conservancy support, Hupan Village also has a bigger problem of being far away from densely populated areas.

It is rare to see monsters and monsters, not as exaggerated as in the Tarantan wasteland; but there are many wild animals, such as wolves, wild boars, monkeys, foxes, weasels and other wild animals that destroy crops and even threaten the safety of villagers. To work in the farmland not far away, you must act in groups.

Of course, this relatively special living environment is not all bad, at least the atmosphere of Lakeside Village will be more united than other villages.

In his early forties, but already looks like 60-year-old village chief Sharp, he sat up on the haystack covered with a layer of linen, covering the wound on his forehead that had been smeared with plant ash.

Village Chief Sharp's house is considered spacious among the villagers, but there is not much room for a family of five, two pigs and a litter of chickens to live in, let alone the so-called personal space—he lives together. The whole family, all sleeping on the same piece of hay, woke up.

"Father, is the wound hurting again?" The voice of the eldest son of Village Sharp came from the direction of the husband and wife's "bed" separated by a curtain.

There is no light in the room, only a small piece of moonlight coming in through the bamboo curtain that blocks the door. In such a dim environment, Village Chief Sharp, who has night blindness, can't see clearly; but he lives in this room after all. For many years, I am very familiar with the environment, even if I can't see it, I can vaguely feel it: "I'm fine...Is Billy back?"

There was no voice from the eldest son, probably because he didn't know how to answer.

Village Chief Sharp is waiting for his married daughter to sleep against the wall, which is closer to Village Chief Sharp. After questioning him twice, the old father couldn't bear to say: "Don't worry, Dad, my brother and I will go see it after dawn. Look at Billy."

Village Chief Sharp sighed.

Both he and his eldest son were dragged out by those brutal mercenaries, and they knew how unkind they were to them.

Billy was his youngest son, the last thought left to him by his deceased wife. Village Chief Sharp inevitably spoiled him somewhat, and usually only let him take care of the cows in the village, so he didn't suffer much... The village chief Sharp dared not even tell his own children. He was very worried that Billy would not be beaten, so he told the secret that everyone kept together.

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Village Chief Sharp asked, "Are those people doing something again?"

There was some commotion on the side of the eldest son, and Village Chief Sharp seemed to hear the steady eldest son get up excitedly, the movement was too big and the wound was pulled, he gasped in pain, and was complained by his daughter-in-law.

"Father, undead came to the village before dark!" In the darkness, Village Chief Sharp heard his son's uncontrollable excited voice, "Many undead with clothes and weapons we saw when we entered the town came. , walked around the village, and went to those people's camps!"

"Really?" Village Chief Sharp also became excited, "Gods, Ms. Gold Coin, Mr. Rex sent someone to rescue us?"

"It's true, I saw it too, Father." The daughter's voice also rang out, "There are a lot of them, more than those who robbed us. Those people were terrified. Once the undead left, they They didn’t dare to stay in the village anymore, and all hid back in their camp.”

"Gone? The undead are gone?!" Village Chief Sharp's heartbeat was almost stopped by the news.

"Don't worry, father, they probably didn't leave, but it's not the time for them to attack." The eldest son said excitedly, "As soon as it got dark, there was movement from the chariot and horse camp, and many people were screaming, but You fell asleep and didn't hear it."

"It turns out to be like this, it turns out to be like this... Ms. Gold Coin bless you!" Village Chief Sharp became excited again.

After knowing that there are cheap fabrics in the town, he can organize villagers to raise funds and buy new fabrics for every household, and he can also anticipate the risks when being targeted by those Sokri people, and tell the villagers to speak in advance. This village chief Sharp Naturally, he has his wisdom and courage.

After listening to the faint commotion and exclamation for a while, Village Chief Sharp thought for a while, and quickly made a decision that surprised his two children and a daughter-in-law: "We can't just do this and wait. , we must let Mr. Rex see our determination. Since Mr. Rex's undead are helping us deal with the enemy, then we should also contribute."

The very active village head Xia Pu immediately got up with strength, called his son and his strong daughter-in-law, let the daughter watch over the house, lit a torch, and ran to every house to call for help.

The villagers were already woken up by the noise from the chariot and horse camp not far away, but they didn't dare to go out to check, and the most courageous ones only dared to look outside their homes.

Village head Sharp came to the door and told the head of the family that these villagers, who were already full of anger, joined the team with hoes, sickles, pitchforks and other farm tools without saying a word.

Village Chief Sharp is definitely a smart person among the low-level farmers in this world, but after all, he has no decent education, no experience in planning events, and he is not careful in his actions. Even the moving torch didn't notice anything wrong...

Fortunately, the Sokri, who were so entangled by the undead, don't care about them at all now.

It didn't take long for the experienced mercenaries to find that the undead on the opposite side were very vulnerable-as long as they hit the torso or head of the undead with heavy weapons such as hammers and axes, these undead would be beaten into pieces. The white light disappears.

But...it doesn't help.

No matter how many undead they kill, the number of undead screaming and rushing towards the line of defense will never decrease.

Big Adam stood on a truck full of garlic, swung his hammer, and knocked away another undead trying to break through him.

The undead uttered a strange cry of "WAYAKAKAKA" and flew backwards. Before it turned into white light and disappeared, it still struggled to raise its middle finger at the big man Adam.

Adam panted heavily, and had no energy left to pay attention to the undead that was still trying to provoke him, and continued to swing the hammer down.

The undead that came up this time was very flexible and had to avoid several times before being hit. "WAKA" screamed and disappeared.

Another undead fills in...

Adam couldn't remember how many undead he had killed, he only knew that the hammer in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and every attack became quite strenuous.

His lips seemed to be a little dehydrated, and it became difficult to breathe, and his lungs seemed to explode when he inhaled; Adam knew that his physical strength had reached its limit, and he needed to stop for a while, otherwise, even if these undead did not Attack him again, and he will be exhausted to death.

After repelling a gnawing undead again, Adam couldn't help but divert his attention a little bit, looking left and right, hoping to get help.

And then Adam discovered... Brother Jack on his left was panting more exaggeratedly than him, and the great sword fighter Krudo on the right couldn't even stand on his own, leaning half of his body on the frame...

When Adam was distracted, the cunning undead seemed to have discovered his weakness, and the two undead scrambled towards him.

Adam roared angrily, and swung the heavy hammer with both hands forcefully...

"No, no, it can't go on like this! Damn it, why can't these undead be killed?! Why??"

The brothers were in a bitter battle, and Captain Ken, who was personally running on the front line, knew it clearly.

In the first 10 minutes, everyone was able to do a job with ease.

Although a few unlucky ones were carelessly dragged away by the undead in public, which frightened the softies in the caravan, Ken discovered in time that the undead holding the shield would cast a spirit similar to the hold spell. After using magic and requiring everyone to kill those undead first, this situation of people being robbed in public was quickly contained.

What follows is an increasingly intense and protracted battle...

It's not a seesaw, as long as the defensive side occupies a high point and prevents these undeads from rushing onto the truck, then there will be almost no casualties on their side - the attack power of the undeads is not worth mentioning, even if they are cut by a steel knife, the damage will be nothing. The damage caused by the mercenaries' internal fighting is lower than that of the mercenaries.

The more troublesome thing is the undead holding a weird long sword - that kind of fancy and exaggerated weapon Captain Ken has never seen before (Yang Qiu asked a manufacturer of COS props to customize it, after all, it was for sale Sky-high price), and extravagantly attached flame enchantment, the wound of the person who is cut will be burned.

After several people were burned in a row, Captain Ken urgently dispatched all the rangers to focus on targeting the undead holding this weapon and preventing them from approaching the defense line. The weapons with flowing red light are quite conspicuous, and it is not easy to miss them.

Ken, who thought he handled it well, thought that victory was only a matter of time... Then he found out that he was wrong.

It wasn't that there was a problem with his tactical arrangements, but that he didn't know anything about the number of undead—no matter how many undead were eliminated, there were still so many undead who rushed forward to attack the defense line of the chariot and horse formation!

However, in just one hour, the people who had taken two or three rounds of rest began to lose their strength, but the undead were not only still alive and kicking, but their numbers had not decreased!

"Shouldn't the dark creatures need to go back to the Dimensional Demon Realm to recover after being scattered? How did these undead replenish so quickly?"

Captain Ken trotted anxiously to inspect the entire defense line, and found that both his own people and those in the caravan were obviously tired, and the undead's offensive was no different from before, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

No, it is also different from before.

In the beginning, the undead rushed to the defense line in a chaotic and disorderly manner, but now, the undead do not do so much, and they seem to have excellent commanders to control the offensive; no longer swarming, but rhythmically , Attacking the defenders on each truck as if queuing up, maintaining a steady stream of offensives... It's as if they are deliberately consuming the defender's physical strength!

Captain Ken, who was shocked by this, couldn't hide the horror on his face.

These undead seem to... understand their own advantages and also understand their disadvantages!

Captain Ken stood still and looked at the northern line of defense facing the cornfield with cold sweat.

Standing in his way are his trusty second-in-command Adam the Big, the enduring brother Jack, and the sword fighter Crudo.

Seeing this, Captain Ken felt that his heart was trembling...

The big man's movement of swinging the heavy hammer became quite sluggish, and he swung several times in a row before barely repelling the undead who rushed to the car.

Brother Jack was dying, and he cursed at the caravan thugs who had just rested after the rotation, urging them to exchange quickly.

Crudo is on the verge of falling, being pulled down by a few undead holding their arms and dragging their legs...

"stop!!"

Ken's eyes were tearing, he drew his sword and rushed over quickly, jumped on the truck and at the same time swung his sword to repel the gang of undead with teeth and claws, and snatched Crudo back.

"Come up and exchange!" When the man snatched it back, Ken angrily roared at the caravan thugs who were resting behind the car.

"For the sake of the gods, we only rested for less than 10 minutes!" The panting caravan thug was also very angry, but he did not violate the order, took up his weapon cursingly, and forced himself to stand up.

Ken carried Crudo to a little place in the camp to rest, and just as he settled him down, he heard Brother Jack's screams.

He raised his head suddenly... Captain Ken saw with chills that Brother Jack was being carried away by at least six or seven undead...

"Save people! Save people!" Captain Ken burst into tears and ran with his sword in hand.

The caravan thugs also knew that the mercenaries would lose too much and they would not be able to fall behind, so they climbed into the car and tried to stop...

Then the caravan thugs were also dragged away.

It seems that dragging away the four people in one breath gave the undead confidence, and more undead poured into the gap exposed by the fallen Jack Brothers, and some cheered "WAYAKAAAAA" and rushed into the camp, rushing to the merchants who had retreated to rest. Team fighters, and some attacked the big man Adam nearby, trying to tear the gap even wider.

Ken was going crazy. He rushed to the place and hacked to wipe out the intruding undead, and roared with all his strength to call the mercenaries and thugs who had recovered a little stamina to plug the gap...

Finally keeping this line of defense, Captain Ken, who was dripping with cold sweat, had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw in astonishment... from the direction of the village, a fire dragon made of torches was running towards this side.

"It's unreasonable—these damn country bumpkins!!" Captain Ken cursed in despair.

The players also saw the team of villagers rushing forward, and their reactions were completely different from those of the mercenaries: "Damn it! Monster grabbing?!"

"Is there any mistake, the other side is about to pile up the corpses for us, and let the friendly army come to claim the credit. When will the dog plan to be a person!"

Commanding the left and right wings separately, the entropy of the battlefield does not increase & Miaobi Shenghua also found a team of villagers who wanted to "rob monsters". Both of them gave the order to attack without hesitation: "The enemy army is almost exhausted, prepare to attack!"

"Don't grab equipment during the attack. After the fight, we will distribute it uniformly. It is useless to grab it now!"

"Everyone hang nylon restraint belts on their arms, and control one by one!"

Miaobi Shenghua arranged a strong attack team after running before and after, and then shouted at his friends: "Vanilla! Is the CD ready? Well, hurry up and pull people!"

"Right now!"

Qin Guan, who was squatting behind and paddling all the way without participating in the battle, glanced at the equipment skills, saw that the countdown had reached 20 seconds, stood up, and typed in the team channel: "No one from the resurrection point has entered the group, and we will immediately recruit people!"

The "Alien World" game has not yet opened a friend list and instant remote voice chat, and the chat panel only has system prompts and team/team channels.

Fortunately, there is a team channel that can also communicate remotely online, which is enough for now.

Qin Guan, who held the "Book of the Dead", started the team alone, and the team leader let the players who died and stayed at the resurrection point after returning to the city to take it; Guan's "Book of the Dead" summoning CD once every 100 seconds is recovered, and the whole group will be pulled over...

With such a big move of infinite summoning, it is naturally impossible for these Sokri to kill all the undead—unless they dare to rush out to catch Qin Guan and kill him at the risk of the camp being lost.

Not to mention whether Ken, who is in the bright place, can find the wretched Qin Guan hiding in the darkness in the distance, even if he finds it, he still has the courage to take the initiative to attack. If things are not going well, there is no problem in running away.

Not to mention how desperate the undead rushing to the defense line would make the Sokri who were struggling to support, Wagner, whose feet were numb from squatting, was numb anyway.

Wagner originally wanted to wait for the undead to find an opportunity to join the battlefield when they were entangled with the enemy, creating a breakthrough point to penetrate the defense line, but he never expected that they would have no chance to appear on the scene at all...

Obviously, he underestimated the horror of the undead being immortal and quickly replenished.

After just watching for an hour, Wagner couldn't think of a way to break the situation. He even vaguely felt that even if the Knights of the Church of the Sun came, they would have to give it for nothing...

"Fortunately, Yang only has these [-] undead... with such a small number, no matter what happens, he won't be able to cause any more trouble." Wagner could only comfort himself in this way.

Looking at the approaching village team with a complicated expression, Wagner couldn't just watch these civilians who were not as powerful as the undead, nor as immortal as the undead, participate in the battle, and silently led the people out of the grass.

A player who had just returned to the battlefield turned around inadvertently, and saw more than 20 big men filing out from the grass, and his body was shocked. ,

"Damn it, there are allies here who want to hunt monsters!" The player pointed at Wagner and the others and shouted.

"Again?!"

"I rely on these NPCs to do ass, and it makes people feel at ease to spawn monsters!"

"Why are the NPCs in this game so unconscious!"

Wagner: "..."