Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Death.

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

The sergeants coldly examined the gap between the two soldiers and narrowed it bit by bit.

King Golin and his staff were just extremely anxious to feel the bell of death as the hunting team disappeared one step further. They still didn't know what was attacking them until now.

Unknown, death.

Extreme panic spread in the camp.

The people in the camp were 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 King Golin was to send a large number of Golins to collect as usual. Even if they could not bring food, their death was already increasing revenue and reducing expenditure for the camp in a sense.

As long as there were enough Golins who died, they, the senior officials, could survive, and those foolish and stupid fellows would only eat less food.

He was worried that there were too many Golems in his territory and he had no place to deal with them. It would be better to give more food to those ogres who were stronger in combat.

The sergeants did not know about King Golem's vicious way of consuming people.

They did not need to know, their purpose was to consume the people in this camp.

If the sergeants knew, they would definitely applaud King Golem's behavior, which would actually reduce their long consumption stage and smooth out the gap between the two sides bit by bit.

King Golem's purpose coincided with that of the sergeants.

When the people were consumed to a certain extent, the sergeants' plan would enter the first stage directly targeting the camp.

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

He acted too quickly as an ostrich, which gave the sergeants an unreal illusion.

They even made various plans for their actions, but they felt like they were hitting cotton with a punch.

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

Under King Golin's unremitting efforts, the camp was gradually reduced to a thousand people.

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

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

Until this time, King Golin had not even grasped the intelligence of those who besieged them, and only heard those thunderous noises.

Time and time again, round after round.

King Golin slept hard in this environment every day, and woke up every day to raise and strengthen.

Like a turtle in a jar.

They comforted themselves that they could just hide in this newly built camp, and everything would pass.

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

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"Based on this case, it is not a problem to determine most of their fish catch!"

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

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

It was as if 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 greatly strengthened their self-confidence.

Small raft.

Two pieces of wood were placed in parallel, and a smaller piece of wood and hemp rope were used to connect them, leaving quite a lot of grooves in between. The simplest double-wing stable structure prevented the raft from rolling due to the water flow, causing great vibration and shaking.

There were also multiple rudders and hydrofoils between the rafts to ensure that the small raft did not deviate.

Ensure that the raft can rush straight along the water flow at a stable course towards the dam built by the Golins... and the fishing nets they used to catch fish.

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

Without a fixed fishing net, how can they replenish their 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 they are cowards, then they will also be cut off from being cowards.

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 hemp 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 own objection.

"No, no, no, listen to me, we launch five boats, each launching six missiles, this way the chance of success will be higher."

The last sergeant came out to take sides.

"How about this, we launch five boats, each with six missiles, this will definitely solve the problem."