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Because the thick snow effectively isolates their small space from the cold outside climate like a quilt, and the heat emitted by the human body is not easily lost, so they will feel warm. In severe winter, the wheat seedlings buried by snow will not be frozen, which is also the reason.

So, don't try to die.

They shook off the snowflakes from their bodies, picked up their swords and shields, and began to slowly walk towards the troll's stronghold.

The troll stronghold in the dark had already set on a brazier, and the firelight illuminated the trolls standing guard at the door. But it didn't light up the slowly approaching human troops.

Suddenly, the team stopped.

Several imperial guard archers came to the front of the team. They drew their long bows, took feather arrows, and aimed at the trolls.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was somewhat obvious in the quiet night. The trolls seemed to have heard something, and before they turned their heads, arrows shot through their eyes.

The thick snow covered the sound of their falling to the ground.

"Everyone, assassinate all the trolls as much as possible." Although Roland was a little embarrassed, he still gave the order softly.

The order was conveyed in a low voice from one person to another, and reached the ears of every soldier. They slowly approached the stronghold.

Finally, they came to the door.

Looking around, except for some trolls who are chatting, the rest is dark.

Roland waved and motioned for the soldiers to enter the troll's house from the shadows on both sides. Roland, with 80 soldiers above the third rank, guarded the night.

If the trolls show signs of gathering after being discovered, then he will lead these soldiers to kill and disperse them, because they are wearing iron armor, no matter how careful they are, there will be voices coming out, and they are more suitable for frontal combat.

Roland swallowed to relieve the dryness of his throat.

Time is passing slowly, and the number of trolls displayed on the map is also slowly decreasing.

He stared at the number above.

400, 392, 376....

An imperial soldier secretly came to a wooden house, looked at the wooden door that was hidden in front of him, and skillfully pushed it open. Obviously, this was not the first wooden house.

Because of the close distance, he and his team have already dealt with 4 trolls.

As the wooden door slowly opened, it suddenly stopped, as if it had hit something. He stuck his head out to look, and what caught his eye was a wooden throwing spear.

Suddenly, a roar came, and immediately, the soldier was thrown out of the house by the troll.

Obviously, the sneak attack has been discovered!

Seeing that there were still 326 trolls, Roland felt a little regretful.

Who knows, this number has instantly become 250, which is obviously exposed, which makes them no longer worry, and the efficiency of killing has been improved immediately.

Some trolls rushed out of the house with weapons, and they began to shout, trying to rally their troops to resist the despicable humans.

The sound of killing in the stronghold awakened most of them, and they all took up their weapons and ran out of the house.

With just a glance, these trolls discovered the chaotic battlefield, and they soon began to spontaneously gather.

After a while, a hundred people gathered.

Looking at the assembled trolls, Roland knew that it was his turn to play.

Roland grinned and took out his two-handed sword.

"Everyone, the trolls who have assembled their targets, charge."

Following Roland's thunderous battle cry, the elite soldiers who had been waiting for a long time drew out their weapons from their scabbards, and for a while, cold light shone in all directions.

They rushed out of the darkness like evil ghosts from hell. Under the weak firelight, there were shining armor and Mengtie-shaped shields.

Like a sharp sword, they slammed into the troll fiercely.

As the tip of the sword, Roland relied on the power of the charge to sweep out the two-handed sword in his hand, and the three trolls facing him tried to block it with the axe in his hand.

Seeing this, Roland pressed the weapon down hard, a cold light flashed, the wooden handles of the three axes were neatly cut off, and the axes fell to the ground.

The three trolls had their abdomens cut open, and their intestines were mixed with blood and water. Faced with this situation, they tried to put their intestines back into their stomachs with their hands, but it was doomed to be futile.

The screams of killing and the roar of the trolls mixed together, bringing a touch of red to the white earth.

These trolls have no resistance in the face of the charging iron armored warriors. Their rough weapons cannot break this armor at all. In a short time, these trolls were washed away.

They waved their weapons angrily and looked at their compatriots who were falling down quickly. Their angry eyes were red, but anger could not help them win.

Instead, under the **** of anger, they did not cooperate, and under the well-trained and uniform human formation, they were vulnerable.

The chaotic trolls were quickly strangled with the cooperation of humans.

All the trolls were annihilated with the shouting and killing.

After the war, Roland was covered in blood, and there were several gaps in the sword, which were cut on the bones and collapsed.

"Everyone, treat the wounded and clean the battlefield."

After giving the order as usual, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Roland called Andar, he looked at the troll corpse on the ground, and said, "Today's battle, the fight was a little too smooth, I always feel that I'm missing something."

Facing Roland's question, Andal was also deeply touched.

He began to look at the trolls on the ground, one by one. Because he didn't know much about trolls, he never found anything unusual, which made him even more puzzled.

Roland looked at Andal who was rummaging, as if he had caught some clues, but he couldn't tell.

At this time, a soldier came over and said, "Sir, we lost 48 soldiers in this battle, 16 were seriously injured and 104 were slightly injured."

"Although it was expected that the casualties would not be small, I didn't expect it to be so large. Can those seriously injured survive?"

"Four people may not survive tonight. They are all fatally wounded." The soldier looked at Roland's gloomy cheeks, lowered his head, and said in silence: "The remaining 12 seriously wounded people will not be able to survive in the future. Pick up your weapons and go to battle."

Once you succeed, your bones will die, so that's what you're talking about. No wonder the ancients often said that kindness does not control the soldiers: "Let's do as much treatment as possible, and order people to dig a pit, so that our warriors and souls can rest in peace."

"In this battle, we have captured weapons... weapons. 25, and 45 leather armors."

Hearing such a seizure, Roland frowned and asked, "Why are there so few seizures? Could it be hidden by trolls?"

This kind of capture, no matter how you look at it, is wrong. A permanent stronghold of 400 people cannot be so small.

Seeing Roland's doubts, the soldier spoke quickly and brought all the supplies together: "There is a lot of dried meat, some firewood, and winter clothes."