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Chapter 143 Punching the Air
Xiaodao Zha was standing at the exit of the Duoluo Canyon. He was standing under a large coniferous tree of unknown name. He looked up at the column of smoke rising from the horizon, touched his chin, and fell into deep thought.

"Isn't it just morning today? Why are they already cooking in Duolo Town? The smoke is so thick."

The players nearby looked at the chapter leader as if he were a fool.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? How could the smoke be like this?

Also, haven't we cleared out everyone in Duoluo Town?"

The player looked at it for a while and gave an affirmative answer.

"It's arson. The town was set on fire."

"Ah? Shit, there's an enemy behind us!"

At this time, Xiaodao finally realized what was happening in Duoluo Town.

When something happened in the rear, Xiaodao's first reaction was to lead his men to fight back and kill those who dared to steal.

The mountains on both sides of the Doro Canyon are very steep. Except for flying creatures, anyone who wants to cross them on foot will have to pay a certain price, and players are no exception.

Therefore, Xiaodao concluded that the number of enemies must not be large, and it is also questionable how much combat effectiveness they can still maintain.

If they were so powerful, why would they attack an empty town and set it on fire instead of attacking the canyon directly and cooperating with the enemy on the opposite side to attack from both sides?

Therefore, the number of enemies in Duoluo Town must be very small, and they are in a weak period. Only two teams of twenty players are needed to kill them.

The enthusiastic Xiaodao Zhabu decided to lead the team himself.

Just when Xiaodao gathered his men and was about to kill those thugs with great enthusiasm, someone stopped him.

It was a little girl riding a big white pig...Mia.

"Why don't we run!"

Mia stood up and pointed to the other side of the canyon.

"They're coming."

Upon hearing this, Xiaodao wanted to explain that he was very patient with Mia. Players were able to cross the Cathro Mountains at a relatively low cost, all thanks to Mia the Pig Girl leading the way.

In order to allow the following players, as well as the black powder, muskets, and other combat supplies they carried to reach Dora Town, Mia crossed over Kaslo some time ago, returned to Bolas, and then brought people over again.

Such behavior is so dangerous and difficult that not only Xiaodao, but other players who remain in Dora Town also maintain some respect and love for Mia.

As for anything more, there is nothing more.

The game Empire is so hardcore that all the players are Sigma men and don't care about women.

Now that Mia raised the question, Xiaodao was about to explain, and at this moment, because of the former's action, he thought of a question.

Could it be that the huge cloud of smoke produced by the burning town is a signal to notify the enemy on the other side of the canyon?

By the time I lead my men back to chop down those arsonists, the enemies on the other side of the canyon will surely take the opportunity to attack.

There are a hundred players left in Duoluo Town, of which more than thirty are in the mountains, playing hide-and-seek with the residents of Duoluo Town.

Most of those NPCs are technical talents, such as blacksmiths, leather workers, carpenters, tailors, and bakers, all of whom are producers.

The Mountain Tiger Group would rather all the players here were wiped out than have any of them be killed or injured.

Only players who have played construction games can understand this kind of feelings and cherishing.

The remaining players gathered in the canyon and fought for nearly ten days. Casualties occurred one after another, and now there are less than fifty people left.

Now we assign twenty people to kill the Pujiezai, and the Pujiezai army outside the canyon takes the opportunity to attack. The former cannot get back in time. Can the remaining less than thirty players withstand the attack of the latter?
the answer is negative.

Even though the Doro Canyon is very narrow, whether it is volley fire or close combat, the number of players must reach a certain number before they can withstand the attack of the enemy outside almost without any damage.

And Mia's proposed escape...

At first glance, this suggestion sounded unfavorable and out of character for the Mountain Tiger Captain. However, Xiaodao glanced up at the nearby Kaslo Mountains and decided it was actually quite a good idea. Firstly, there wasn't anything in Duoluo Town worth defending, and secondly, the terrain was so difficult that if the player tried to escape, the Republic troops behind them would definitely not be able to catch up.

A great man once said, "If people survive, the land will perish; if people and land survive, the land will perish; if people die, the land will survive; if people and land survive, the land will perish."

The most important things in Duoluo Town are the technical personnel inside and the cattle in the alpine pastures on the Cathro Mountains. These are the treasures worth fighting for by the Tiger players.

The former had already hidden himself, and the latter had moved to higher places in the Kaslo Mountains, making it less likely to be found.

The only things left in the town of Duoluo now worth destroying are the houses and the nearby farmlands.

The Republic doesn't need to burn down the houses. Xiaodao also dislikes these poorly shaped buildings. After the war, he will definitely demolish the entire town and then rebuild and plan it from scratch.

This is the future lair of the Mountain Tiger Regiment, so it must be beautiful.

The barley and rye in the fields will soon mature and be harvested, and it is certainly a pity that they were burned, but it is not a heavy loss for the players.

Thinking about it this way, the only reason why players persist in fighting in Doro Canyon is "favorable terrain".

Then because the enemy can take a detour, even if only a few people can come at a time, the advantage of the favorable terrain is reduced by half.

Thinking about it this way, there is really no need for players to stay and fight the Republic to the death.

Thinking of this, Xiaodao turned around and waved his hand at the other players.

"Brothers, pack up your weapons and equipment, the wind is blowing!"

……

Major Marlowe looked at the empty camp in front of him with a grim face. Inside was a boiling iron pot with meat and noodles rolling around. A dozen hungry garrison soldiers had laid down their weapons and were scrambling to get the food.

There is meat in it, it smells so good.

In addition to food, this big iron pot itself is also a very valuable artifact.

It is not an easy task to cast an iron pot that is large, thin, and hemispherical. Ordinary blacksmiths can only make a flat pan, and only a skilled and experienced master can forge it.

So for the soldiers of the garrison regiment, the iron pots in the camp are really good things, especially these three iron pots, which are light and not riveted, and are round and integrated without any gaps. They are obviously valuable things, at least worth half a cow.

In addition to the iron pot, tents in the camp, green iron kettles for drinking water, and many other valuable items, this caused a scramble among the garrison soldiers, and even low-ranking officers participated.

Marlowe was not angry that his soldiers were so disrespectful. For Bagnia's soldiers, in addition to military pay, robbery was also an important source of income.

It can even be said that many soldiers joined the garrison because they could legally rob and seize enemy property.

What is happening in front of Major Marlowe now is very normal. Even he cannot stop the soldiers. After the latter finishes their work, a share of the dividends belonging to the officers will naturally be sent to him.

What made Major Marlowe angry was that the enemies who should have been in the camp and in the canyon had disappeared without a trace.

"Where the hell did they go?"

Major Marlowe cursed under his breath, his teeth gnashing. His adjutant came running over, a look of panic on his face.

"Sir, we found some footprints outside the camp. They seem to be heading towards the Kaslo Mountains."

The adjutant pointed to the steep mountain standing before him, which was as cold and unchanging as a goddess.

Major Marlowe looked in the direction his adjutant pointed. The peaks of the Castro Mountains rose high in the distance, as if mocking his powerlessness. The endless mountains formed a natural barrier, hiding the enemy behind them and preventing him from pursuing them.

"Kathro Mountains?"

Major Marlowe frowned, feeling powerless. He knew the steepness and complexity of the mountains. Even experienced soldiers would be almost certain to die if they got lost in them. The enemy had chosen to flee there, obviously hoping to use the terrain to escape pursuit.

Want to chase?
No, I can't catch up.

Major Marlowe was very rational. He knew that he did not have much time to continue fighting with this group of rebels. He did not know how long it would take to catch up with them and eliminate them.

Retreat, return for support.

(End of this chapter)