Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 642: Black Snow Flying
Another two days passed, and after several rounds of battles and conflicts, the team led by Gray Feather finally caught up with the main enemy team that invaded this time.

Simple round wooden tents were set up on the snow, half of which were buried underground to keep them warm. Although they were savages, they knew some basic survival skills.

When the team led by the Gray Feather Race appeared, urgent horns were blown in the enemy's camp. A large number of savages, making strange noises and holding simple weapons, rushed up the hillside. As their numbers moved forward, they looked like ugly little dots in the snow.

"Front row, get ready!"

"Open fire!" The commander rode on horseback to call out to the accompanying troops and gave the order to shoot. Then a series of smoke rose up and crisp gunshots echoed in the valley.

“Hoo-hoo-hoo-”

The panting savage climbed up the hillside, holding on to the stones with his fingers. Many people like him had fallen behind him. The savage jumped out from the cracks between the stones and rushed towards the members who were firing with a thick iron knife in his hand.

The warm blood spread out in the snow and melted into a small gully. Then several warriors armed with melee weapons jumped down from the nearby hill, surrounded the savage, stabbed his body with several swords, and kicked him off the cliff.

The battle was still going on. Although the team from Shilin Mountain Fort had the advantage of terrain and initial firepower, as the sound of clattering was heard in the valley, a series of blood and snow flowers bloomed on the hillside, and many people who were shooting with guns fell and rolled down the hillside.

"It's a rapid-fire automatic rifle!" someone exclaimed. How could such an advanced weapon appear in the camp of these savages?

"Retreat! Retreat to a blind spot where the enemy can't shoot you!" someone shouted in the team.

Soon, the fighters who were shooting from the hillside retreated. Although this avoided casualties, they were unable to stop the group of savages below from climbing up.

"Bring up the machine guns." The leader of the Gray Feather tribe shouted.

"Yes."

Under the escort of several Gray Feathers, two carriages were pulled up the hillside, and then the coverings were opened, revealing two heavy machine guns supported by tripods.

"Fire!" The command knife was swung down heavily.

Short bursts of flame came out of the two machine guns, followed by a series of copper bullet casings flying continuously. The surging bullets shot a line on the hillside, sweeping across, and all the savages who approached were knocked to the ground, and some even had their bodies shattered on the spot.

However, with such powerful firepower, the consumption was also terrifying. After just one minute of shooting, two boxes of bullets were used up. Later, seeing that the savages' offensive had weakened, the leader decisively asked them to stop shooting.

At this moment, the combat members stuck their heads out again to observe the situation below. The hillsides and valley camps were littered with the bodies of dead savages, and the rest were in disarray, shouting and fleeing everywhere.

"Kononi (You, go ahead)!" In the camp, a burly figure holding an automatic rifle was still yelling loudly, forcing the fleeing savages to quiet down and charge the hill again.

Around him, there were many members wearing the same thick furs and holding guns in their hands. They were bloated and wore helmets made of the skulls of some wild animals.

"Darcy (attack)!"

Seeing that he could not stop the fleeing savages, he simply ignored them and led his men to shoot towards the hillside.

Compared with the relatively backward muskets of Shilin Mountain Fort, the automatic rifles in their hands were much more advanced.

The sound of "da da" echoed in the valley. Although it was not as continuous as the beeping of a machine gun, it also formed a firepower network that made the combatants panic. After all, these people were summoned by the Gray Feather Clan in the name of driving out the savages, not fighting a life-and-death battle with such firepower.

Although the leader of the Gray Feather Tribe had been shouting loudly, many people still began to retreat and flee. Only the combat members brought by the Stone Forest Fortress barely maintained the line and continued to fire back.

"Machine gun!" Seeing that the situation was still unfavorable, the team leader ordered to open fire again without caring how many bullets were left.

"Yes!"

Continuous bullets shot into the camp in the valley, directly smashing the crude wooden sheds and splashing a lot of snow. Many of the fur-coated warriors who were shooting also suffered casualties.

But compared to those unintelligent savages, the fighting will of these furry warriors can be described as firm, or it would be more appropriate to say fanatical. At the call and command of their leader, they kept rolling over to avoid bullets, hiding in pits dug under tents to avoid the incoming bullets, and then occasionally poking their heads out to fight back.

This way of fighting caused most of the machine gun bullets to miss their targets. After a few minutes of this, even though Shilinshan Fort had started to use bullets sparingly and attack with short bursts, the bullets gradually ran out and all the bullets in the four iron boxes were used up.

They had no choice but to attack forcefully. Fortunately, even though the accompanying fighters were timid, the troops of Shilin Mountain Fort still outnumbered those furry warriors.

Under the command of the leader, all members inserted bayonets, or simply threw away their guns and took out the weapons they were carrying, and rushed down the mountain.

At this time, the enemy had also consumed a lot of bullets, and the gunshots were sparse. Faced with the charge of hundreds of people, they were unable to launch enough sniping barrages. After knocking down a few people sporadically, close combat was inevitable.

Swords and axes were slashing in the snow, and the battlefield was in a mess. Even the team on the Stone Forest Fort side did not have a very neat formation and coordination. When they became anxious to kill, they basically moved forward and retreated according to instinct.

Looking at this scene, Heshia couldn't help but shake her head slightly. She could only say that the civilization on this planet had regressed too much, and there was no force or organization on this land that could carry out large-scale military training.

In the center of the camp, white steam was emanating from the enemy leader's body, and his body gradually grew taller and bigger. With a height of nearly five meters, he stood like a giant in the camp. Just by kicking and grabbing, he took away many combat members, causing many casualties.

This should be the combat power of a high-level Sequence 4. Tilan estimated that the opponent's combat power could probably be ranked more than 800th among the first-year freshmen who had just entered Edes Academy.

The body is strong enough, but the means of attack are extremely monotonous and scarce, and it also lacks flexibility and defensive capabilities. If someone moves quickly and agilely, the huge body will become a weakness when close to it.

Just as she was thinking this, several dark shadows quickly passed through the woods beside the hillside and kept approaching the huge body from the shadows that no one noticed or paid attention to.

A dark grey and black shadow passed through the collapsed tent camp in a trance, and then suddenly jumped up, stabbing the opponent's back neck with a sharp sword, destroying the spine connected to the body. The two swords swept past, and tiny blood flowers floated. Then the black shadow that jumped onto the giant's shoulder jumped up, dodged the thick fingers that came back to defend, and even flexibly used the sword blade to chop the fingers in the air to gain leverage.

After falling to the ground, the 'giant' in the center of the field attacked randomly with bloodshot eyes, but he was no longer able to stand steadily and fell onto a wooden platform on one side, probably because the nerves connecting his legs were partially damaged.

After that, there was another series of gunshots, hitting the 'giant's' head, making it howl and roar, but weak and in pain.

Soon, his swollen body gradually returned to its original shape, and there were only a few furry warriors left around him.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the remaining people began to flee, and the big man who was originally the leader was left behind.

After chasing for a while, the leader of the Gray Feather Tribe asked his men to stop because it was already completely dark and the mountains were pitch black at night, which was very dangerous.

"Go, go back."

That night, the campsite in the valley was cleared out, and the dead savages were piled in a pit and burned with firewood. The originally built wooden tents were modified and became the residence of everyone that night.

As for the leader, he was tied up with iron chains and tied in a large tent in the center for interrogation.

Unfortunately, the language spoken by the enemy leader was not a common lingua franca, but a spontaneous and deformed language of their local area. It did not even have exact characters, which made it difficult to communicate with him. It was also impossible to obtain key information from him, such as where these guns came from, how they controlled the savages, why they appeared here, and so on.

After a period of ineffective interrogation, the Gray Feather Clan had no choice but to give up for the time being.

Late at night, everyone in the camp had already gone to bed, with only a few people sitting by the fire to keep watch. The winter nights were extremely cold, and if it wasn't necessary for someone to patrol, few would be willing to spend the night outside.

There was no moon in the sky and the wilderness was pitch black.

In the corners where no one noticed, some tiny creatures flew through the air, landed on the top of the tent, and then followed the smell to land on the pile of corpses next to the camp, and slowly crawled in. The next day, the leader gathered everyone together, leaving a small number of people to guard, and the rest were divided into several teams to scout again to make sure there were no wild people around.

Heshia also left with the most important backbone troops.

……

On the fourth day, the leader of the Gray Feather tribe confirmed that there were no remaining savage tribes in the surrounding area and prepared to gather everyone to return to the mountain fortress. On the way back, several panicked soldiers rode towards them on horseback.

"What happened?" Looking at the panicked expressions of several people, the leader of the Gray Feather Clan frowned.

"Camp, something happened in the camp." The two spoke with lingering fear.

"There are a lot of bugs, strange bugs, and many people are dead." They said breathlessly, with fear still in their eyes.

"Bugs?" The leader seemed to remember something.

"What kind of bug is it?"

"White, flying everywhere, poisonous, eating flesh." The two pieced together the words to describe it.

Hearing this, the team leader looked solemn and unexpectedly silent for a long time, seeming to be hesitant.

"Stand where you are and don't move." After saying that, he waved his hand.

"Come here, surround these two people, aim your guns, and shoot at the slightest movement."

"Yes." Although it was strange, the soldiers around him still carried out the order. This action also confused the two people who came to report.

The leader asked the team to stop temporarily, and then whispered a few words to several high-level Gray Feather members who were accompanying them. After that, they also led their men to disperse in a solemn manner, keeping a certain distance.

"Go chop some wood and start a fire first," the leader ordered, and soon two piles of flames rose in the open space.

"You, take off all your clothes and throw them into the fire."

The two people who reported realized something now, and hurriedly took off their clothes and threw them all into the fire. Sure enough, not long after, some insects the size of rice grains flew out from the flames, ready to escape, but at this time the Gray Feather Exception who had been on alert and prepared waved his hand, and a strange incense powder was sprinkled, and then flames exploded, burning the insects to ashes.

"Also, you two take a bath with the potion in the basin." The leader gave the order again, asking the two to scrub their bodies with the freshly prepared potion. The smell of the potion was a bit pungent, and it would even feel stinging if you put your hands in it. It was obviously a highly corrosive liquid.

"This..." The two men looked a little scared, but under the aim of the muskets, they had no choice but to do it.

During the cleaning process, both of them grimaced in pain. After cleaning, they used the razor thrown to them to clean all the hair. Only then did they relax a little.

"You will enter hibernation now, and we will take you back later." The leader waved the whip and gave the order.

The two had no choice but to do as they were told and lay on the wooden board. Soon their bodies were covered with a layer of light yellow transparent shell, which then became darker and darker until it was no longer transparent, just like a pupa.

Seeing this, the team leader waved his hand and had someone bring in two makeshift coffins, put the two people in them, nailed the gaps shut, and smeared the interlayer with honey before he felt relieved.

"Let's go, let's go back." He waved the whip and ordered.

"Aren't you going to see what's happening in the camp?" someone asked.

"No, let's go back directly and discuss what happens next." The team leader glared.

"Yes Yes."

The team galloped across the wilderness, but the atmosphere was not filled with the joy of victory, but rather with a dullness as if dark clouds were pressing down on them.

After a day of galloping, the team finally arrived outside the mountain fortress at night, but this time the leader only led a few people back to the city, and the others stayed where they were for the time being, including Heshia and Ores who were accompanying them.

After arriving at the fortress, they soon met with the top leaders of the Gray Feather Clan who had received the news long ago. This was also the first time that Tilan met the top leaders who governed the Stone Forest Fortress.

Several old men in black cloaks and straw raincoats walked out in the dim light of torches. They sat on stone chairs and looked at the people who were returning below with their aged eyes.

"We already knew what you wanted to say in the afternoon." One of them on the left spoke with an old and hoarse voice.

“I didn’t expect there were still some of those bugs left.”

"Elder, do you know the origin of these insects?" Sigmund asked carefully.

"Well, when we were young, probably younger than you are now, we have seen the harm these insects can do." His voice brought everyone back to the past about 200 years ago.

"We didn't live in this land at that time. We should be living further east of the mountains, northeast of the wilderness where the wild men gather today."

"At that time, during an excavation of ruins, these frozen insects in a laboratory escaped. At first, only a few people were injured. Then, a few years later, a 'black fog storm' swept in..."

"After that, almost no local creatures, whether human or animal, were spared. They were all eaten by the insects. We had no choice but to flee all the way here, using the vast wilderness in the east to block these insects."

"So how did they deal with it and defeat these insects?" Sigmund and others were curious.

"We didn't defeat them, but after a few years, these bugs suddenly disappeared overnight." The old man replied slowly.

This answer made the people present feel depressed and worried.

"So what should we do now?" asked the people present.

“Issue a notice to all settlements and organizations near Shilin Mountain Fortress. Anyone who encounters this kind of insect must burn it and make sure to suppress the signs in the early stages.” The leading old man gave the order while holding the handrail.

"They are dangerous, but they don't have very strong combat power. If we take preventive measures, they are not uncontrollable."

"In addition, they need a large amount of flesh and blood to reproduce. In other words, it is impossible for them to spread and multiply spontaneously in the wasteland. They can only rely on parasitizing animals with flesh and blood."

"If we take appropriate countermeasures and nip them in the bud, it will be possible." Even so, those present still did not have much confidence.

"I understand." There was no better way at this time, so everyone had to say goodbye and leave.

A few days later, teams of horsemen galloped across the wasteland, delivering the notice and orders from Stone Forest Fort to various settlements. They even nailed up notice boards with written notices at key intersections.

A tense atmosphere spread across the wilderness, and bonfires were lit in many settlements to deal with the insects that were found.

The burning black ashes flew into the sky with the heat, and were then carried down by water vapor and ice particles, turning into dirty black snow that covered the mountain fortress.

(End of this chapter)