Heroes of Silver Moon

Unlike Bronco, who had retired from the battlefield, this deputy commander also came in based on his relationship.

His military literacy was poor, so he was beaten by Bronco several times. Therefore, the deputy commander hated and feared Bronco.

"Well," Bronco nodded, apparently agreeing, but in his heart, he scolded the deputy head half to death.

Camping on flat ground may seem convenient, but there is almost no danger to defend, and the field of vision will be limited. If the sentry is a little lazy, the enemy may touch the camp.

After getting the permission of the head, the deputy head quickly stopped the marching team, and then called the team leader over, and asked them to start arranging for the soldiers to set up camp on the spot.

The soldiers had been walking for a day, and their fatigue also slightly slowed down their excitement, so when they heard the order to camp and rest, they all acted quickly.

Those who set up tents set up tents, and distributed dry rations for the next day, which made Bronco secretly nodded. At least for now, it seemed that his usual training of these soldiers was not in vain.

Valli parked the carriage, and Simon walked out of it. Seeing these enthusiastic fighters, he couldn't help shaking his head, hoping that Bronco could really grasp the scale.

Otherwise, it is very likely that there will be some soldiers who will stay on this land forever.

After the soldiers set up their tents, Bronco arranged the young masters Simon into the center of the camp.

His tent is also here, so that in case of any accident, it is convenient for him to command and protect Simon and the others.

After arranging the soldiers on guard in shifts, Bronco went into his tent to rest. Instead of falling asleep, he was dozing off his eyes so that he could wake up quickly if something happened.

Simon didn't feel sleepy either, he didn't even take off his clothes, he was holding the borrowed dagger, lying on the floor like this, he could sleep in the carriage tomorrow, but he only had one life, so he had to be careful.

Lying next to him was his coachman, Wali, who fell asleep as soon as he lay down. The tents of the young masters only lived in two people, and the soldiers lived in one tent for five.

The night gradually became darker and darker, the bright moonlight was gradually covered by dark clouds, the surroundings of the camp became more and more silent, and the sky began to rain again.

The soldiers on duty were drenched in light rain and complained one after another.

If their clothes get wet, they have to find a way to dry them when it's their turn to rest, or they will be uncomfortable to wear tomorrow.

After complaining, the soldiers on duty gradually became sleepy while waiting tediously. If they were caught dozing off while standing guard, they would be punched by the officer.

So they started chatting, which also kept them sane.

However, they didn't realize that when their attention was all on chatting, a group of sneaky figures were slowly approaching them.

One of the black shadows, after approaching a certain distance, raised a crooked wooden stick with his old hands.

According to his experience, generally the leader of this group of hateful humans would live in the center of the camp, so he aimed at the very center of the camp and began to recite the obscure spell.

Listening to Valli, Simon gradually became sleepy with the continuous snoring, and his sanity gradually became blurred.

Just when he was in a daze, Simon suddenly felt a jolt of energy, and a burst of dizziness came from his brain. He was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. For some reason, he yelled out of nowhere: "Enemy attack!"

"Wow~~", the entire camp became commotion because of Simon's "enemy attack". The soldiers have long developed muscle memory through years of training.

Although the brain was still blank, they quickly put on their own clothes and put on armor for their comrades.

Bronco opened his eyes with a stern expression. He heard the movement outside, and he also recognized that the "enemy attack" just now was shouted by Simon.

He couldn't help being a little angry, didn't I just ask you to train with me once? As for revenge so strong? In this wilderness, the middle of the night made the whole camp into chaos.

Anger is all about anger, and Bronco didn't really go to Simon to settle accounts at this time. After all, he had to go outside first to appease the fully armed soldiers and let them go to sleep again.

Seeing the deputy head next to him who was still sleeping soundly despite the commotion, Bronco was even more angry and kicked him.

"Well, what's going on!" Bronco looked at the unresponsive deputy head, a little strange, so he directly slapped the deputy head who was still sleeping.

"Not good!" Seeing that the deputy head still had no response, Bronco was startled~www.readwn.com~ After confirming that the deputy head was still alive, he immediately rushed out of the tent.

"It can't be a real enemy attack, and what's more, in this situation," Bronco broke into a cold sweat, and quickly entered Simon's tent.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Simon tried his best not to spit it out, and sat up slowly.

Bronco rushed in, seeing Simon's uncomfortable look, his heart sank, and then he went up and kicked Wally beside Simon, causing the corners of Simon's mouth to twitch a few times.

"Sure enough!" Seeing that Valli didn't respond, Bronco's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

"Captain Bronco, what's the situation?" Seeing that Valli didn't respond, and seeing Bronco's dark face, Simon also realized that something was wrong.

"It's a nightmare technique. Protect yourself. I'll command the soldiers. They don't have experience in dealing with spellcasters." Bronco left this sentence, pulled out his long sword, and rushed out again.

Outside the camp, the goblin warlock who had just released the nightmare technique looked at the human camp that had suddenly come alive with a dazed look on his face.

What's the situation, I just wanted to let the leader of the human side fall into a deep sleep first, so I secretly cast a nightmare technique.

How did humans discover it? Could it be that there are spellcasters on the human side?

"It doesn't matter," the goblin warlock gritted his teeth, and then waved his hand, letting the goblin and kobold tribes he led rush to the human camp.

Originally, I wanted to sneak attack, but now that I have been discovered, I can only attack by force.

The goblin warlock can feel that his spell has been released successfully, that is to say, the leader of the human beings on the opposite side should have fallen into a deep sleep, so it doesn't matter if these humans have spellcasters, he can completely counter the opponent.