Othua's War Banner

Chapter 111 0110: Suitable for drinking tea at night
Half a day passed in a flash.

At night, inside the sentry house in Sandunkaya Village.

babble, babble.

A lantern with a brass buckle was lit in the room, the bottom was embedded in the hanging stand, and the overflowing light was just enough to illuminate the paper and pen on the desk.

"That battle banner went up the mountain at noon, it's already night, and I haven't come back yet."

The apprentice muttered.

He raised his hand to refill the teacup with hot water, and put the clay pot back on top of the pit cage, letting it continue to be licked by the flames.

To the Apprentice, the night seemed perilous.

"Whoo~"

Burke Bartley blew ripples on his beloved strong tea, and then looked out the window with a smile—the temperature in the wilderness makes people sharp, and the mystery of the night and the strange light beams across the starry sky are very suitable for daze .

"Nice night."

"Teacher, let me say, why do you have to go outside to check the checkpoint yourself? You can also drink tea and look at the stars in the village, why not send a soldier to check and accept it?"

The apprentice looked at the dark place and thought.

"We are in charge of drawing, and we hand over the inspection and acceptance to the laborers or soldiers, besides..."

His voice weakened, as if he was afraid of disturbing something crouching in the night.

"It's too dangerous outside. Have you seen the booty they dragged back, bloody and bloody, full of ferocious beasts, ah, I don't want to leave the fence for a moment."

Burke just shook his head regretfully, and said:

"Respect craftsmanship, boy. It's not enough to draw a picture, you have to see the finished product."

He reached out to touch the most important stakes and tried hard.

"The craftsmen are very serious, and the wood fits pretty well. This sentry arm can at least withstand the heavy iron of the hatchback... hey."

Burke fell silent suddenly, turning his unfinished words into a sigh.

"Iron what? Teacher."

The apprentice heard the reputation and came over, his face full of doubts.

There was a strange collapsing sound outside the window, like snow falling at night, normal people wouldn't notice it at all.

Burke pursed his lips and spread his hands, picked up the thick cotton coat and put it on.

"Hey, let's go back."

"Really? Quick, let's go!"

The apprentice jumped up excitedly.

He packed his clothes with a storm-like speed, for fear that the teacher would go back on his word.

Burke wiped his glasses at the window.

Suddenly, a lynx pounced on the platform.

Just as it bared its blood-red fangs, the mechanism on the upper window sill was touched, and a guillotine fell down with a "swish".

Well.

"Ok?"

The apprentice turned around when he heard the movement.

Burke closed the window slowly, seemingly knocking something off.

He took back the quill tip as if nothing had happened, and leisurely picked up the remaining half cup of strong tea.

The apprentice took down the lamp, opened the door, and the howling cold wind instantly poured into his neck, causing him to close his eyes and tremble twice.

Two sharp wooden spears broke through the ground and pierced through the cold blood worm crawling above the edge of the door. The juice flew out, but it didn't splash the two people in the house.

"Hiss, it's really cold."

The apprentice sighed.

He stepped out and was about to turn his head, but his vision was completely blocked by the teacher.

The apprentice thought to himself, this old man actually used himself as a shield?Too much!

"You seem to always care about the environment and care about gains and losses."

"Ah, you did not forget to scold me."

The two teachers and students chatted while walking, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The lanterns in their hands moved slowly on the road at the entrance of the village, like a heart-warming ball of light, which was particularly conspicuous in this unusual night.

The shadows flashed.

A smoke puppet werewolf stared at them.

It followed the troops in the Luojun Plain, and it was still manipulating more than a dozen ferocious beasts, and it had already surrounded the two of them.

"Of course I have to worry about it. Who is not afraid of death? I went to the library to do odd jobs in the hope of learning how to save my life. Who knew... I was taken away by you and used as a servant until now."

The apprentice responded loudly to the teacher's question.

"You are really good at making tea, but I don't believe you only learned this, don't turn your head, look ahead, let me ask you..."

Burke took a sip of his strong tea and pointed to the spacious village road.

"A city defense trap in tribal street fighting."

"Okay, you have to say again, wooden cones, hanging nets, hooks, horse posts and spurs, these traps must be determined according to the material."

He talked while walking, and when he was excited, he would raise his hands, making great movements, and the lantern shook slightly. Between the changes of light and shadow, the beast had already come across the snow.

The vines hidden in the soil twitched like poisonous snakes.

The wild beasts rushed forward desperately, resulting in an even bigger net. Before they could break free, a dome-like needle board crashed down.

The two phases collided, and blood spattered.

"You're doing well."

"Don't brag, I just want to learn some really useful skills, and find a nobleman, so that I can die of old age in Xiongdu without worrying about food and clothing."

The apprentice still had a lazy expression.

He didn't know that there were already several fresh corpses in the position he pointed out just now.

"Whoo~"

Burke stopped suddenly, blew a sip of the lukewarm tea in his cup and said, "But we, the group of people, live by crafts."

The apprentice stopped helplessly, complaining sadly:

"You can let my ears go, these words are almost enough to deceive those scholars."

A pitch-black newt silently pounced on his back.

Swish!
It touched the foliage.

A piece of angle iron full of strength drew a circular arc, and inserted it into its mouth as precisely as a swinging fishhook, and pulled Lu Xun back in an instant!

"It's so noisy, is it a furry rabbit?"

The apprentice turned around and squinted:

There seemed to be something swaying in the dark forest, maybe it was a monkey, he thought, but there are very few monkeys in the north...

“Delicious strong tea.”

Burke patted him on the shoulder and walked nonchalantly toward the wall.

The apprentice followed with a lantern and continued chatting.

"I know that group of students look down on servants and apprentices just because we were not born in Xiongdu."

"and then?"

Burke smiled and pretended to listen.

He turned his body and blocked a ditch with his round belly.

"At least I'm not hypocritical, and I can frankly admit that I am cowardly, instead of being hypocritical like them. Tsk, teacher, shouldn't it be time for you to exercise."

The apprentice leaned forward, trying to hear the sound of water inside through the padded jacket.

Burke didn't mind his joke, raised his teacup, and poured it on the lantern's air outlet while he wasn't prepared.

The light source disappeared with a puff.

"My God, this thing is broken! Wait a moment, I'll fix it."

The apprentice found a slope sheltered from the wind, picked up a stone in the dark, and smashed it on the windbreak buckle.

Burke stood still, as if admiring the scenery of the northern border.

At the other end of the line of sight is the ninth beast that attacked tonight. This is a strong short-horned beast. It erected the blade bone on the top of its head and was rushing towards Burke and the others!

Boom, boom, boom.

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The cold wind howled, and the sound of knocking and footsteps could not be distinguished.

At this time, two black things protruded from the wall, and a cold light flashed, and the steel arrow shot from the giant crossbow had already passed through the neck of the shorthorn beast.

poof, poof!
Then, there were two more.

The beast fell convulsively, no sound coming from its blood-filled throat.

(End of this chapter)