Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 14 Crazy Roel

Morale, it's a neat thing, it can be a good bowl of stew, it can be enough snails for everyone, it can be a really bad day.

In any case, how necessary is morale for large-scale operations?It's probably the same as whether you smoke when you cook.

Iron Master (Tie Pi) once said, I thought, I won't be afraid of those shrimps, those shrimps will be afraid of me.

At this moment, Roel respected the words of the saint, and used his special skills and about 15 rounds of bullets to forcibly create the effect of a hunter's battle line.

For the Yankees, the night is dark, with fires in the distance, not only the threat of swamps, but also all kinds of wild animals, and at this moment there is a line of hunters!

Watching their companions fall quickly, the Yankees let out screams like children.

The actual death toll may be only three or four people, and such behavior is undoubtedly exposing one's position.

But the effect is surprisingly good, because the Yankees who have seen firearms, and even used the imperial firearms obtained by looting, of course know how troublesome it is to use. In contrast, their best shooters also need 25-30 seconds to aim. Then shooting, also makes them never like to use that kind of thing.

But that is to say, they can directly judge that there must be a lot of people cross-shooting on the opposite side, and the troops equipped with so many firearms will definitely not be too weak in combat effectiveness. At this moment, the Norsca bandits of all kinds of things finally broke down in their hearts.

But such a situation was undoubtedly a warning. After the smoke of the black powder dissipated, Elena cast a surprised and complicated look, because this matter was too much of a gamble!

Expose your position in such a situation?Although it succeeded, Elena still scolded. "You guys are really crazy, Roel Ludwig!"

"You can die if you want, don't pull me!"

Roel sighed, he was also very tired from the continuous shooting, and he was very sorry to Elena in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but it turned out to be good."

Elena didn't refute, because after the turmoil, the light in the distance has been constantly receding.

But what after that?The Yankees wouldn't stop coming just because there were people, they'd just have more troops, more men.

She scolded directly. "Your recklessness can scare away a few people, but hundreds of people?"

"You don't understand what kind of people the Yankees are. I can tell you that they are crazy people driven crazy by hunger and cold, madness and faith!"

Roel rubbed his head. "Miss Elena, you are wrong, I know who they are."

Then mysteriously took out the black powder in his gunpowder gourd, and a few pieces of paper. In fact, there were still five rounds of ammunition left from the shooting just now, which was useless.

But it's different with gunpowder.

He knew what the Yankees were, even better than they themselves!
Unless there is a Chaos Champion or Champion in the opposing team, the light and thunder of muskets will definitely make the crowd fearful.

The shadow of the Empire still hangs in their hearts, just as most of the Empire people fear and loathe the Yankees.

Beneath the brutality and rage, the Yankees are only human...

?After all, they can fight shirtless in the ice and snow, and Roel is not very sure...

But whether they are human or not is put aside first. Compared with this, Roel is more sure that they will make a comeback. The reason is also very simple, because of the existence of the knight lord.

If they could go to plunder the village tonight, they would definitely go get a lot of "supplies" right away.

Use those things to survive the cold winter and the long voyage, but if this matter encounters difficulties, they will fall into civil strife, thinking, conflicting, and then quickly make up their minds.

All attack!

This is definitely not good news for Roel, but it is not a dead end. When he starts to gamble in the first step, he cannot turn back.

He looked at Elena. "Hit me, because I will do even crazier things next, you can leave now, or you want to beat me, you can do anything."

Elena looked at Roel for a long time... "You humans are really strange. You don't live long enough, and you aren't smart enough, but you can always cause miracles."

"And I'm crazy too, I believe you."

Roel gave a thumbs up. "Thank you."

Elena seemed to be allergic. "Don't say this, we elves don't need to say this, let's say, go kill Drucci."

Roel was stunned for a moment, he didn't even know the hammer, he had to remember to brag with others in the future.

Seeing his appearance, Elena seemed to really believe it, and quickly laughed. "I lied to you."

Roel shook his head, looked at the naughty elf in front of him again, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, and finally stuck it to the elf girl's ear, and murmured for a while.

A hint of disbelief hung on the elf's fair cheeks, which gradually turned into surprise, and then into approval.

"Lilith! Are you serious?"

"That's the Yankees, I mean, they even know your weapons better than I do, and maybe there's someone out there who knows better than you."

"And this plan came to you just now!"

"Impossible...but if it's you."

"Can you guarantee success?"

Roel licked his lips, then shook his head. "No, I don't even need a dark cloud in the sky to move away a little bit, I can't."

"Are you sure you want to come?"

Elena thought for a while. "You're not the only one with a secret, remember?"

"I also have my own reasons, and I need this lighthouse to continue to shine."

"So, my hunter, do it!"

Roel frowned. "I mean, I need your hand too..."

Elena pouted. "Okay, you bad hunter, pray to your Tal, today is your lucky day, I will help!"

Roel bowed lightly. "Then, ma'am, let's start with the black powder."

Elena frowned. "Oh... Lilith!"

(End of this chapter)