Warlord: King of All Clans

The next day, at dawn, Leo was still asleep when he was woken up by the little mouse.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the little mouse with black hair and bright, glowing eyes.

Seeing Leo wake up, the little mouse said anxiously: "Go catch fish!"

"It's too early, why rush?" Leo turned over and prepared to continue sleeping, but found that the little mouse's sleeves were wet and his two little hands were already blue from the cold.

Apparently she had gone to the small fish pond by herself early in the morning.

The little mouse was so anxious that he wanted to cry. He kept shaking Leo, "Go catch fish, there are so many fish!"

Leo was shocked when he heard this. He got out of the tent, picked up a javelin, carried the bucket, and rushed towards the fish pond with the little mouse.

The riverside was particularly quiet in the early morning, with a light mist lingering on the river surface. The herd of horned deer that Leo had seen before had crossed the river and landed on this side of the shore at some point.

They lay on the river bank upstream, looking at Leo and the little mouse from afar, with no intention of moving at all.

At this time, the small fish pond was densely packed with fish. The shallow water surface was covered with the black backs of large fish, which had smashed the ice shell around the small fish pond into pieces.

Leo stabbed the small fish pond with his javelin and pulled out a sturgeon weighing four or five pounds.

The ferocious wild sturgeon was like a loach. Even after being pierced by the thick spear, it still struggled frantically. It easily broke free from the barbless spear, fell on the river beach, and jumped around everywhere.

The little mouse cried "woooo" and pounced on it, starting a fierce fight with the mouse.

Leo looked around, shouted and waved in one direction.

Several patrolling militiamen who were startled by him came over and were surprised to see a pool of wild fish in the small fish pond. They picked up javelins and shot the fish.

Unfortunately, the fish pond is too small. It looks like there are a lot of fish, but in reality, if you take out all the fish, there are only a few dozen kilograms.

Although it is far from enough to feed three hundred people, together with the big bucket from yesterday, it can at least improve the villagers' food.

Moreover, this method of fishing is as easy as catching fish in a pond in the vegetable market, and it does not take up much manpower and time.

While arranging for people to deliver the fish back to the camp, Leo took several militiamen to build seven or eight small fish ponds on the river beach and sprinkled them with bait such as bread crumbs.

He didn't expect to have such gains every time, but it was always a bit more hopeful.

While diligently building a small fish pond, Leo and several militiamen suddenly heard the sound of a horn coming from the dense forest in the west.

That was the alarm sounded by the militia scouts, and the same horn sounded immediately in the camp not far away.

The originally deserted campsite immediately became restless.

The elderly, the weak, women and children all came out of their tents and hid behind the fences built along the riverbank.

The remaining tents under the fence were roughly torn down by the militiamen and turned into temporary shelters.

Leo picked up the little mouse and ran towards the camp with a few militiamen. Halfway through, they saw a group of short figures emerging from the dense forest west of the River Bay Peninsula.

Fortunately, the area of ​​the River Bay Peninsula is large enough. There is nearly a thousand meters of wasteland between the dense forest in the west and the riverside camp. Half of the wasteland close to the camp has been burned into a black flat ground. In addition, with the warning of the scouts, the ogres could not get close to the camp for a sneak attack.

After rushing back to the camp, Leo put the little mouse down and shouted loudly: "Militia, form a line! Form a line!"

At this moment, the figure in the dense forest has passed through the dry grass wasteland and appeared on the flat land after the burn.

It was a group of gnolls of all sizes. Compared to the last time, there were more gnolls attacking this time, but their fighting power was obviously more uneven.

They were no longer like before, each of them holding a javelin or a short spear. Except for some of them holding javelins, most of this group of gnolls had small iron pickaxes, wooden sticks, wooden spears or sharpened stone tools.

Most of the young and strong gnolls were running in the front, followed by a group of small and old gnolls with bare hands or holding stones.

They simply couldn't outrun the young and strong ones and soon fell behind, having to run wildly on all fours in pursuit.

For a moment, Leo couldn't figure out whether the kobolds were creatures that degenerated or evolved from dogs. The kobolds ran like humans, but much slower than dogs. They were soon caught up by the old and weak people on all fours behind them. They crowded and pushed each other, and the scene seemed a little funny for a while.

"Don't panic, they're just a bunch of gnolls." After seeing them, Uliyang was relieved. He stood on the top of a truck with a bow and a few archers, and shouted to comfort the villagers.

"Calm down! Calm down! Do as I tell you!" Leo gathered twenty militiamen, resisting the urge to charge blindly, and asked them to stand in the formation they had trained for. "Ready your slingshots!"

A group of young and strong villagers also mustered up the courage to stand on the fence on the side of the militia column, holding hoes and forks to show their strength.

Twenty militiamen formed a long row with sparse intervals between them. They stuck the two javelins they were assigned into the ground, held their shields in one hand, and pulled out their slings with the other, loading them with pebbles.

They have had many actual combat experiences and are no longer as panicky and fearful as they were in the beginning. Those who have survived to this day can be considered veterans in the militia.

It would be an exaggeration to say that he is not afraid of life and death, but he will no longer be frightened and panicked by a group of kobolds like before.

Leo, who had merged with the violent soul of the original owner, was so stimulated by the atmosphere of a real battle that his hair stood on end and his blood pressure soared. At the same time, he was eager to rush out first.

Fortunately, the elegance of modern people has restrained this barbaric impulse.

Seeing the Kobolds approaching a distance of 100 meters, Leo swung the sling in his hand and ordered, "Ready!"

The militiamen swung their slings in unison with Leo's movements.

"cast!"

Pebbles of all sizes flew over a distance of dozens of meters and fell sparsely, most of them falling on the ground, and only a few hit the charging kobolds.

Among the several ogres that were knocked over by the pebbles, only one was struggling on the ground and couldn't get up. The rest of them stood up shakily, but were knocked to the ground by the ogres behind them.

The vitality of a kobold is much stronger than that of a human. One kobold's skull was smashed so hard that it was dented, but it still crawled up.

Leo was not disappointed at all, this was completely within his expectations.

In the absence of training and manpower, this kind of long-range attack can only be said to be better than nothing.

In order to use the slingshot to its full power, one must rely on long-term training and intensive firepower coverage. It is undoubtedly a fantasy that militiamen who have only undergone one training can kill the enemy with a slingshot.

But the slingshot was not completely ineffective. At least it made the already disorganized ogre team even more chaotic and hindered the momentum of the charge.

Many ogres armed with javelins and stones could not wait to fight back, but they obviously overestimated their own strength, and most of the stones and javelins fell on the ground in front of the militia column.

On the contrary, Uliyan and several archers on the truck at the back shot arrows that flew over the heads of the militia and knocked down several gnolls in a row.

"Javelin ready!"

Following Leo's order, the militiamen raised their javelins.

"cast!"

Twenty javelins flew out and instantly pierced through the bodies of seven or eight kobolds, nailing them to the spot.

It seemed easier to hit the charging kobolds than to hit the tree trunks in the grove.

Without taking the time to appreciate the results of the battle, Leo shouted without hesitation: "Prepare the javelin!"

"cast!"

After two rounds of javelins, the remaining kobolds had already rushed to within ten meters, and Leo continued to shout: "Shield formation!"

After throwing the second javelin, the militiamen immediately raised their weapons and moved towards Leo. Twenty round shields were pressed tightly together, and only a few short spears and sword tips protruded from the formation.

The most sturdy ogre warrior running in the front bared his sharp fangs excitedly, barked with saliva splashing, and pounced up in an attempt to cross the shield formation.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" At this moment, Leo in the middle of the shield formation shouted loudly, swung the chain hammer in his hand and threw it out like a slingshot.

With the tremendous force, the heavy chain hammer shot out like a cannonball and collided head-on with the leading ogre warrior.

The ogre warrior's body spun in the air before falling to the ground, his head exploded into a pool of blood.

Looking at the shield formation right in front of them, and the groups of young and strong humans on both sides holding sickles and hayforks ready to charge at any time, as well as the tragic state of their leader, the badly killed and wounded kobolds suddenly whimpered, and the confused kobolds bumped into each other, rolled into a ball, then turned and fled.

This is the nature of the gnolls, they bully the weak and fear the strong, they are afraid of death and will run away at the first sign of trouble.

Without the support of the kobold leader, the kobolds were defeated even faster than Leo expected.

Looking at the fleeing kobold, Leo breathed a sigh of relief.

The camp was seriously short of manpower, and being able to expel the ogres without causing any casualties was the best outcome for him.