Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Chapter 134 ‘Surprise’

Death.

One hunting team after another set out and never came back.

The sergeants coldly examined the gap in the strength of the two sides and narrowed it bit by bit.

The Goblin King and his staff were just extremely anxious to feel the death knell with the demise of the hunting team. They still didn't know what was attacking them.

Unknown, death.

Extreme panic spread in the camp.

The population of the camp was consuming, but not a single resource returned to them. The crops that could be collected nearby had been exhausted.

And the food was insufficient, so it was necessary to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

The method adopted by the Goblin King was to send a large number of goblins to collect as usual. Even if they could not bring food, their death was in a sense already increasing revenue and reducing expenditure for the camp.

As long as enough goblins died, their high-level officials could survive, and those foolish and stupid fellows would only eat less food.

He was worried that there were too many goblins in the territory and there was no place to deal with these people. It would be better to give more rations to those ogres with stronger combat effectiveness.

The Goblin King's vicious method of consuming the population was not known to the non-commissioned officers.

They did not need to know, their goal was to consume the population of this camp.

If the non-commissioned officers knew, they would definitely applaud the Goblin King's behavior, which actually reduced their long consumption stage and gradually smoothed the gap between the two sides.

The Goblin King's goal coincided with the non-commissioned officers' goal.

When the population was consumed to a certain extent, the non-commissioned officers' plan would enter the second stage directly targeting the camp.

With the Goblin King's self-destruction, the initiative of the situation was completely in their hands.

The other side's ostrich was so fast that the non-commissioned officers had an unreal illusion.

They even made various plans for their actions, but it felt like a punch on cotton.

If the Goblin King and the shamans invested all their resources in making wooden boats to fish in the river, the non-commissioned officers might still be worried. They had no means to cross the river, and it was also difficult to shoot the fishing boats floating on the river.

With the unremitting efforts of the Goblin King, the camp successfully reduced the population to 1,000.

For this reason, Chang Heng also asked for a batch of military supplies because the bullets were used up too quickly.

Facing these fully armed goblins and ogre gathering teams, they were already fully armed to deal with the scout hunting spiders. The musketeers were not polite to them and fired at them in a volley. They were no longer afraid to expose their existence and declared their existence in this way.

Until this time, the Goblin King had not even mastered the intelligence of those who trapped them, and only heard those thunder-like sounds.

Again and again, round after round.

The Goblin King fell asleep hard in this environment every day, and woke up every day to raise and strengthen.

Became a turtle in a jar.

They comforted themselves that as long as they huddled in this newly built camp, everything would pass.

A quarter of the dam had been built, which brought them a considerable amount of fish. The remaining more than 1,000 people would definitely not have a problem relying on this river to survive.

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"With this plan, it won't be a big problem to cut off most of their catch!"

In the upper reaches of the river, the non-commissioned officers gathered together, with several small rafts made temporarily in front of them.

They discussed happily, and showed excitement from time to time.

It seemed that they were no longer discussing the battle plan, but were discussing what to eat for the upcoming spring outing. The success of the past few days has greatly strengthened their self-confidence.

Small raft.

Two pieces of wood are placed in parallel, and a smaller piece of wood and hemp rope are used to connect them in the middle, leaving quite a lot of grooves in the middle. It constitutes the simplest double-wing stable structure, so that this raft will not roll over due to the water flow, causing great vibration and shaking.

In the middle of the raft, there are also multiple rudders and hydrofoils specially used to ensure that this small raft does not deviate.

Ensure that this raft can rush straight along the water flow to the dam built by the goblins at a stable course... and their fishing nets specially used to catch fish.

This is a big guy, I hope their fishing nets can withstand it.

Without the fixed fishing net, how can they get food?

There is a special shooting team waiting downstream. If the small raft does not explode when passing through the camp, it will be manually sunk to avoid affecting their camp downstream.

Now the non-commissioned officers are arguing over how much explosives to put in this "surprise".

If the other party wants to be a turtle, then they will cut off their way to be turtles.

They have extended from one crystal mine explosive per raft to six now, because according to Changheng's combat experience from the steam age, one is obviously not enough to destroy the dam.

They use a 250-gram crystal mine explosive pack and a linen rope soaked in animal fat as a fuse.

A non-commissioned officer insisted on his opinion.

"I think we need to put six crystal mine explosives, one by one, on time."

Another non-commissioned officer raised his objection.

"No, no, no, listen to me. Let's launch three boats, each with three missiles. This way the success rate will be higher."

The last sergeant came out to take sides.

"How about this? Let's launch three boats, each with six missiles. This will definitely solve the problem."

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