When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 673 Hiss... Die... Hiss

The starry night is picturesque, with lakes of all sizes filled with stars.

In front of this crescent-shaped forest plain, a village surrounded by a log wall was making a faint hissing sound in the quiet night.

In the big iron pot in the center of the village, there were several human thigh bones stuck in there, with some pink meat shreds still on the bones.

Holding a spear, Udehema sat blankly on a small stool in the watchtower, staring blankly at the silent and warm swamp plain.

For a snake person, this kind of land is the best.

They were free to graze their lizards, grow their snakeberries, and wallow happily in the water.

According to those who taught the Homo erectus, after expelling the secret party, they, the snake people, can get these lands, which originally belonged to them.

Thousands of years ago, even before the Aiel Empire landed on the Eastern Continent, they were the masters of the Black Snake Bay, living happily among the streams and jungles.

It was not until the Aiel people landed on the Eastern Continent and drove a large number of Norn tribes eastward that the Serpent People, who had no iron weapons and could not ride war horses, were quickly defeated and ceded the land to the Norn people.

Millions of snake people moved from the plains to the Green Dragon Forest. By the time they settled down and built houses in the Volcanic Valley, there were only more than 100,000 people left.

Therefore, the bipedal Homo erectus are the enemies of the snake people, and the snake people should not have any cooperation with them.

To Udhema, this was just the old priest's nonsense. No matter who threw a piece of meat in front of him, he was willing to help others kill with a scimitar.

Suddenly, Udhema's oval head moved, he stood up abruptly, and hissed in one direction.

But in his sight, the swamp and forest in the distance remained calm, as if wondering whether the thing that just flashed by was a rabbit.

Compared to human vision, snake people are basically nearsighted, and they often rely on smell and special thermal sensing to make distinctions.

"Om-"

A sudden gust of wind blew up the thatch on the spire, and before Udhema could react, he saw a circle of mud suddenly flying up about twenty steps in front of the wall.

Why did the mud suddenly fly up?
The snakeman sentry was still standing behind the railing in a daze, trying to identify what the ball in the center of the mud was.
However, before he could make out clearly, the night wind brought a gust of flax oil and the sound of turning the handle.

Oh no! At this moment, Udhema finally realized what was going on. He immediately turned around and prepared to pick up the gong hanging on the pillar, but it was too late.

There was a deafening roar, and three rows of dim flames flashed behind the bushes in the distance.

Of course, that was not the light emitted by gunpowder, but the light ignited by the lubricating oil wrapped around the iron bullet due to intense friction and then extinguished by the wind.

Udhema spit out his tongue in fear and raised his scaly head. The blurry feeling of heat in his retina was approaching rapidly.

He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but at this critical moment, he couldn't even say a word.

The wooden walls groaned harshly, and the pointed logs exploded, sending splinters of broken wood clattering against his scales.

Amid the flying iron bullets, Udehema completely forgot his duty to give warnings. He curled up behind the railing of the arrow tower, holding his head and trembling.

"Is there an earthquake?"

"The stars are falling from the sky, run!"

"It's the punishment from the gods, it's raining fire."

"What's going on?" Several dishevelled super knights rushed out of the house, shouting with drunken steps, "Is it an earthquake? Who's on guard? Come out and talk!"

No snake people responded to him. All of them were running around in panic. Only the snake nobles took out whips in frustration and shouted and cursed while hissing.

All I could hear were screams and hisses of fear. The snake soldiers in the houses were naked and swam out of the windows or doors.

The second round of bombardment arrived as expected a moment later. The snake people almost instinctively crawled on the ground, and the sound of screams and cries exploded completely.

The hot iron balls flew over the snake people's heads like countless meteors streaking across the early morning sky.

Even in the houses that were not bombarded, snake people could be seen holding their heads, screaming and hiding behind walls and houses.

But occasionally, with a lucky iron bullet, it can still easily penetrate the wall. You know, in the test conducted by Horn, the Falcon Cannon could achieve a penetration depth of 400 meters in the gravel sand breast wall at a distance of 0.7 meters.

The double-layer elm wall of this village outside the city was not even half a meter thick. Under the concentrated bombardment of 24 Falcon cannons, the wall was turned into a sieve in almost two rounds of artillery fire.

"After advancing 150 meters, launch the third round of artillery fire, and the infantry regiment will follow and press forward."

At Mormont's shout, the four infantry regiments of God's Punishment Army, totaling 2000 people, charged towards the village under torches and in the dark.

At a distance of 400 meters, they did not encounter any counterattacks from arrows or spears, and the God's Punishment Army rushed to the village wall.

The black devils in the eyes of the snake people knocked down the precarious wall and climbed over it one after another on the broken wooden stakes.

The knights who stayed behind in the village finally gathered a group of snakemen soldiers. As soon as they turned a corner, they saw five rows of hundreds of holy musketeers pointing their black guns at them.

"Don't be afraid, charge forward, there are less than 200 of them."

“Hiss…die…hiss—”

"In the name of the Supreme Dragon God, follow me!"

Looking at the snake soldiers swimming towards him, the officer standing in the first row calmly drew out the saber in his hand and swung it heavily in the starlight.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

"Bang bang bang-"

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When the sun rose and Horn dismounted at the village entrance, he saw snake people lying on the ground with their bellies up, their hands tied behind their backs, like salted fish.

The morning light shone on the green, black and white scales of these snakemen, which now emitted golden light like lake water like spots of light.

Horn squatted down and observed these strange creatures carefully.

Their lower bodies are snakes, and their upper bodies are more like lizardmen. They have closable ear holes on both sides of their slender oval heads. Most of them wear rough clothes made of bark and sage.

"Where do these snake people come from?" Horn turned and asked a local wizard who had been rescued.

The wizard angrily kicked the snake man on the ground: "They are all cannibal barbarians who ran over from the Green Dragon Forest."

"Are snake people and beastmen the same?" Horn asked again, but the answer came from the other side.

"No no no."

Looking back at the sound, Horn saw an old wizard with a white beard, a standard in witcher novels, walking towards him with the support of Novia.

He was leaning on a tree root cane and wearing a pair of glasses with broken lenses. He bowed to Horn kindly and peacefully, "You know, beastmen and humans can give birth to offspring, but snakemen lay eggs and cannot give birth to human offspring. Therefore, they are not a subspecies of humans, but a different species."

"Who are you?" Horn looked inquiringly at Novia who was supporting him.

Novia introduced him openly, "This is Brother Javier, an expert in monster studies. Those people from the Baldhead Club are just his disciples."

The old wizard laughed at himself and said, "I originally wanted to escape through the temple tunnel, but unfortunately I am too old and can't run anymore, so I was caught by these snake people... Speaking of which, how are you going to deal with these snake people?"

"Maybe we can lock them up for a few days, give them some food after the war, and let them go home on their own." Horn glanced at the snake people lying on the ground like salted fish, and felt a headache.

"Can I give you a little suggestion on the placement of these snake people?" The kind-looking old Javier glanced at the injured little snake man on the ground with some heartache.

Horn was helpless: "They are too threatening. I can only let some wounded and children go."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Old Javier shook his head quickly. "I mean, it would be a waste to just put it back like this."

Horn stared blankly at the chattering old man in front of him.

"These snakemen are just like their bodies, soft and boneless, without any backbone, and are very good at planting and taking care of crops. They are born without any ambitions, and they will be honest as long as they have a full meal." Old Javier paused with his cane in grief, "How can such a good slave be let go?"

(End of this chapter)