Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 13 A Little Total War

It's not impossible to fight, the Norscan bandits have already wasted too much morale and manpower on the reefs of the coastline, on the contrary, here they are not only in the dark, but also a high platform suitable for shooting.

There are still about 20 rounds of ammunition, all of which are easy-to-load ammunition packs. As long as you guard the narrow reef passage, it is not impossible to dissipate the morale of these panting predators.

They're human too, and they're afraid, they're afraid, Roel shouted at once. "Extinguish the fire, they will definitely send people down to plunder the nearby villages later, and the torches they carry will reveal their location."

Elena immediately extinguished the bonfire with dirt, and at this moment, there was no doubt that the looters would be attracted by the lighthouse and go to take control of the place.

Eustabe looked worried. "Are we really going to war with them?"

And Roel knew him well. "You take the robber's head and go to a nearby village to make an invitation letter, ensuring that you can buy things there."

"People like us, if we want to be accepted by the public, we must do things that ordinary people cannot do."

Eustabe sighed. He really regretted that he found out about the lady and made him fight the Yankees at this moment.

But now that the enemy has arrived, it is hard to say that he has no intention of retreating...

But he soon discovered a problem. There was a musket and a longbow behind him, and he had no chance to escape...

And Elena should be the least fighting spirit among the three, but after being driven out of the forest, she might have taken the lighthouse hut as her home.

Roel may have the purest motive among the three, he just wants to make money, and he may be recognized by the nobles here.

That pirate's head is his ticket!
After some discussion, he chose Eustabe, who was most likely to escape, to inform the lord of the news of the Norscan invasion. After all, this is not the kind of invasion that has not yet been fully implemented by necromancers.

Of course, this choice is largely due to his lack of ranged weapons.

Eustabe left, and Roel talked to Elena in every possible way. "Miss Elf, do you still like human lighthouses?"

Elena didn't say a word, just adjusted the bowstring of the longbow.

Roel wanted to relax a little. "It's all right, Elena, we'll get over it, it's just a bunch of Yankees."

But Elena wasn't worried about the Yankees. She cared about things beyond human comprehension, or so she thought. "Shut up, short-lived ghost."

When the awkward atmosphere turned into silence, in the long night, a few flickering lights appeared in the wilderness in the distance, like a flame elf, but it was definitely not a good thing, the warm light in the dark night It jumped, but it looked even weirder.

The moonlight was not bright, and the visibility was very poor. The other side must have come gropingly, and the light spots of the torches were shaking left and right.

Roel was betting that the other party didn't know the terrain here, and the bet was not for Bordereau, it was just hunger and cold that drove them to take risks.

You must know that even in Bretonnia, which is mostly a plain, the natural environment of Warhammer World is not friendly.

The Yankees who escaped from the battleship obviously couldn't bear the climate of the Nankes, and many torches were extinguished before they reached Roel and others.

And their forced landing on the coast obviously caused them a lot of difficulties. Maybe this fleet was bigger before.

This is also the status quo in Bretonnia. Haiphong relies on the natural environment, which also makes the Tiris Vigeirand Lighthouse where they are located very important. It is not only a guide, but also a very good coordinate.

The water flowing from the mouth of the Grismery River also eased the turbulent undercurrent, allowing the Yankee troops to rely on the river to enter the inland, but the huge swamp created by the height difference is obviously a bad thing that a small number of Yankee reconnaissance teams cannot resist.

After thinking about it, Roel didn't know whether to thank the swamp or scold it...

But does anyone really believe in swamps?Roel felt that believing in the swamp in the Warhammer world was the same as believing in evil?

After all, the place is full of death, plague, disease or whatever, with few inhabitants.

Thinking of this, Roel filled the firearm, no matter what, the swamp is on his side at the moment!

There are not many Yankee patrols, but there are about 10 teams depending on the number of torches!Although if you can curb their exploration, you can fight until dawn...

But the question now is, how many enemies can the swamp stop?
Ten swaying lights flickered in the distance, one group was faintly visible at first, then suddenly twitched, and then completely dissipated, and one group quickly approached, and was about to approach the range.

At this moment, Roel was thinking, and suddenly realized one thing, he didn't need to kill them, but to make them timid and dare not attack.

Roel quickly adjusted his thinking, and then under the surprised eyes of the elf girl, he began to reload the ammunition continuously, and then fired fiercely, reloaded, and fired again, almost crazily shooting at the nearest team of flames without any logic.

At the moment, Roel's reloading speed is extremely fast, and the accuracy may not be high, or extremely poor, but he can shoot a burst in less than ten seconds, and move the position as much as possible with each shot.

In the dark it looked like there were four or five hunters taking turns shooting!
(End of this chapter)