Chapter 121 The Landsman and the Landsman

Dihas came out of the crowd and handed it a bone in his hand, with an iron piece tied to the front end.

"Take it up!" Dihas pointed to this animal bone.

The spirit did not move.

Dihas picked up the animal bones and stood next to the mercenary, imitating his companions: "Warrior, ours!"

He threw the animal bone to the ground again.

The gosm still hasn't moved.

Shaun came out of the crowd and repeated the action just now.

Dihas handed Sean a wood cake.

The bones were thrown to the ground again.

This time, the gobster suddenly opened its mind. It picked up the animal bone and slowly approached the mercenary.

The mercenary did not move.

Wait the govren stood in Sean's position just now, and it also straightened up hard.

Dihas handed it a piece of wood cake.

It grabbed the wooden cake and stuffed it into its mouth.

The next few gos began to understand that these people want to join them by themselves, and then they can eat food.

The rope was untied, and the stick from nowhere was thrown on the ground, and the remaining four gobtoes took up their weapons and stood next to the mercenaries.

Dihas made them stand together with the first gom, and then each sent a wooden cake.

The prisoners are boiling, and they now understand that if they join these humans, they can eat food without facing their swords and weapons - all the gobumps are finally divided into weapons and join humans.

So when the caravan set off again in the morning, the gomish saw an amazing scene: the gobys captured yesterday were not only not eaten by the enemy - according to the theory of the gos, they were taken to prepare to eat them - but ate breakfast with humans, even less than ten meters away!

The poor man who kept a five-meter distance from the goblin for breakfast was Sean. He completely forgot what he promised the leader when he patted his chest: "As long as it's for our regiment, he will never retreat from the mountain of knives!"

Who knew it was such a task?

Sean really can't eat - it stinks!

But when he looked at the regimental commander, he found that the regimental commander's eyes were indescribably evil, and the meaning was very clear: "If you dare to run, you will definitely die ugly!"

So Sean was very 'friendly' and gave his breakfast to a recentgob.

For the next three days, the gobrink began to get used to attacking their compatriots with mercenaries every day.

There is an extra rule in the battle: bring back all the gobion wrapped in this yellow cloth, even if they are injured, they will be rescued, and the bodies will be brought back if they die.

Some gobelli began to tie the cloth in the battle to themselves. After the battle, they carefully mixed it with the gobron and returned - they found that as long as they had this yellow cloth, they would be welcomed by human beings and then get food.

We have no denying that the govousin has to have a strong learning ability at this point.

The next day, the caravan returned to the road, and the govish captives had exceeded 500.

At the time of the attack on the third day, the goblin has changed significantly - they often attack dozens of their companions with cloth together, not human mercenaries.

All the gobrons with cloth strips get food, and the gobrons without cloth will be ruthlessly shot as soon as they approach the caravan.

The gobutter got a conclusion: cloth is equal to food!

Nearly 3,000 gobumps disappeared in such attacks - Bosk didn't need to pay attention to how many gobumps would be killed. He only had more than 500 gobumps providing food.

The gobland is obviously more keen to destroy its own kind. There are often a group of gobits attacking a gobland. After the cloth is taken away, they begin to fight with their compatriots.

All the goblin with the cloth began to retreat and did not dare to go out to follow the mercenaries to attack again, but as long as the goblin did not participate in the battle, the cloth was taken off by the mercenaries and driven out of the caravan.

This is a cycle, constantly updating and fighting.

"Like human beings," Elder Regis commented on all this: "You can endlessly kill your own kind for a little benefit - one of the most despicable customs!"

Bosk did not refute.

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Bosk originally thought that all the gobrons were like this, but when a team of so-called regular troops appeared, he began to doubt his plan.

Compared with the tops I met before, these tops look at least much taller.

They obviously belong to a large tribe, with more than a thousand diglins in front of them, and they all wear armor that looks like animal skins, while holding some rusty and even incomplete swords in their hands - I don't know which grave they dug up from.

Some of thegos even have shields in their hands - there is a layer of bark on the wheels, that's it!

But these good spirits have at least been organized.

What's strange is that as soon as these golls appeared, all the scattered golls who followed the caravan fled!

"Why did they run away?" Bosco is very strange.

Dihas explained: "For gobres, the greater threat than humans is their own kind - they are much more cruel to their compatriots than other creatures!"

Sure enough, a small group of golls rushed out of the large army. They bypassed the caravan and rushed towards the escaped guys!

One chases fast, and the other escapes quickly!

But after all, there was no time to escape. This team of gobrons grabbed their kind and directly cut off their heads with a knife, and then dragged the bodies back!

There was a cry of 'Ula Ula' in the large army, which sounded like human cheers!

"Gotoes always like to bully their compatriots more than to bully other creatures," Dihaas muttered, "There are hundreds of gobto tribes in the desert, ranging from tens of thousands to several. If they unite, the number will be less than several empires, but it is precisely because of their disunity. , so it is always at the bottom of intelligent creatures.

"They seem to be different from the dignites around several other empires," Bosk said. "At least those dignites are much better and organized communities!"

"It's different!" Dihas retorted, "This place is poorer than other places - it's really at this point, not to mention gobstins, human beings won't be much different!"

The govists drove away the wanderers and did not attack the caravan. Instead, they separated two people and ran back. The rest of the govres replaced the roles of the wanderers and watched from afar around the caravan.

These godins are no longer interested in cloth strips, or they don't care about these wooden cakes - they are stronger and have a bigger appetite, and they are ready to eat the caravan in one bite!

This tribe seems to be not small. Judging from the situation that they ran back to report the news, there are more gos waiting to be dispatched.

Although this more than 1,000 front team is not a big threat, Bosk is still ready to face the enemy head-on.

There are some tall stone pillars in the desert, and only 20 or 30 people can hug them and go straight to the sky to reach the dome. However, these stone pillars exist alone, and few of them appear together.

Although it is rare, it is!

Bosk is now choosing such a place: four stone pillars are together, and a bulge in the middle, which seems to be rocky. After the caravan approached, a simple camp was set up here.

"Let's camp here first and then observe how to deal with this situation!" Bosk ordered.

The caravan quickly surrounded the carriage and relied on the stone pillar to lead a simple fence.

"Tap how many arrows are left, and then see the enemy's combat effectiveness!" Bosco told Garlock, and the giant nodded and walked straight out of the fence.

The gosman approached step by step outside the fence and didn't hear his footsteps until more than ten meters away.

A relatively tall gosman came out and began to approach the caravan.

"Wo!"

An arrow flew out and nailed it to the ground!

"Ah!!"

All the goblin began to shout and then retreated.

Garlock appeared outside appropriately, and he rushed into the enemy alone.

The spirit was dumbfounded at the first time.

It can be said that the govron did not guess that such a few caravan would take the initiative to attack! According to their philosophy, there are so many more people than the other party now. According to the general practice of the caravan, they are defending and waiting for their own attack, which is exactly what the tops dislike most.

The gobls have repeatedly failed in battles with humans and lost many soldiers each time. Although they provided food to the tribe, they did not like the feeling of rushing up first - almost all the previous ones are dead.

These gos were still waiting, and more warriors from the tribe joined, and then rushed up to kill all the human beings.

One person rushed out?

They can't understand!

So when Garlock rushed in front of him, they were almost stunned.

The gobler in front of him was directly divided into two pieces by a giant's sword. At this time, the other gobler dispersed and took a weapon and rushed up.

Garlock roared, and the flame sword emitted a red light, completely chopping in the gobump! Undoubtedly, his strength and speed are not comparable to that of the gobium, and he is even more infused with a huge sword to instill fighting spirit and stimulated flame damage - this can only be said to be a massacre!

Even if there is a slaughter, there must be a sequence, but there is none here.

The gobrine was surrounded layer by layer, or squeezed by the gobrine behind, Garlock killed layer by layer, and the ground was filled with the blood of the govrite into a quagmire.

But the situation quickly changed. The silly goblets were no longer attacking, but many goblets began to swung their bodies and attack Garlock's calves.

This is a despicable trick - but it does work!

Garlock found this trick after the gosman almost cut off his calf. He roared and kicked it out directly.

But you can't always fight with the independent tricks of the golden chicken, can you?

Garlock began to retreat, and Bosk also came out with dozens of mercenaries to meet him.

"There are too many," Garlock returned to the camp and said, "I guess I'm too tired to kill - there are too many guys!"

At this time, there was a noise outside, and a voice came: "Now or you don't think they are too much - come out and have a look!"

The crowd gushed out of the tent and accompanied Elder Regis to watch a black gobion running in the distance.

"God," a mercenary shouted, "I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of gobin!"

Everyone's faces were black and scary, but Bosk laughed!

"Now let's start defending!"