Farming in the Magical World

As they ran forward and drew closer to the castle, the Grummans finally saw the guards crouching behind the moat.

But they didn't stop; instead, they became even more excited, howling louder, as if trying to scare away the thin Andrews opposite them. This wasn't the first time they'd done this, and they believed the outcome would be no different this time.

Soon, the Grummans who were running at the front had approached the trench, and then with a mighty leap, they jumped to the other side. The Andrews, on the other hand, seemed to be stunned and squatted there without moving, which made them even more excited and shout even louder.

Soon, they were blocked by those strange wooden stakes. Just as they were about to throw these obstructive stakes into the ditch to clear a path uphill, they discovered that the stakes were actually tied together with ropes, and they couldn't move them for a while.

Just then, a loud shout of "Stab!" came from the other side.

Suddenly, the An'Andean people who had been squatting opposite them stood up, and one of them raised a strange, large shield, from which spears were constantly thrusting out with a hissing sound.

The Grummen felt a jolt, followed by a sharp pain. Looking down, they saw that spears protruding from behind the shields of the opposing side had pierced their bodies. As the pain intensified, their vision went black, and they collapsed.

Some of the clever ones saw spears thrusting out from behind the shields, twisted their bodies to dodge, and grinned maliciously. Just as they were about to throw their weapons to kill the cowards who only knew how to hide behind their shields, they did not expect that there was not just one spear, but that there seemed to be an endless stream of spears thrusting out.

The next moment, he was pierced through the heart by more than one spear, his eyes wide open, and he fell backward unwillingly.

The war progressed so quickly that neither side had time to react before many corpses lay in the trenches.

Gavin, standing behind the shield, didn't have good vision. His nervousness made him grip his weapon tightly. He mechanically thrust his red-tasseled spear as instructed, thrusting and thrusting endlessly, his mind completely blank.

Tim hadn't expected that these Grummans would stand there like targets, being poked and prodded by his teammates, completely oblivious to the danger.

When the rest of the Grummans arrived at the trench, the first group had already turned into corpses and fallen into the trench. But they didn't realize what had happened and, driven by inertia, leaped over the trench.

What awaited them was still shields and a continuous stream of red-tasseled spearheads from behind them, along with the constant "plop plop plop" sounds of red-tasseled spears entering bodies.

Fortunately, this group of people were prepared before they jumped. Many of them instinctively dodged the protruding gun barrels after landing. When they turned around to jump back, they found that they couldn't get any momentum without a running start and fell headfirst into the trench.

Upon seeing the enemy fall into the ditch, the front-line soldiers pointed their guns downwards and thrust them towards the top of their heads.

The scene, resembling a line of executions, left Lanny dumbfounded. He had thought that these howling Grummans, looking so arrogant, would at least manage to break through with one or two people. He even subconsciously moved closer to Tim, but he never expected to see a pile of corpses on the ground.

"Stop! People in the back, don't push! Stop!"

"There's a ditch! A ditch! A ditch!"

At this moment, the Grummans behind them reacted and stopped in front of the trench. Only one or two unlucky ones were pushed down by the people behind them and fell into the trench.

Seeing a rare opportunity, Black Tiger stepped forward and fired two shots, earning two more battle merits.

Seeing Black Tiger's actions, the Grummans who had stopped shouted and threatened from across the trench, but Black Tiger didn't even glance at them and retreated.

"stop"

Tim noticed that the Grummen had stopped trying to cross the trench and immediately ordered his men to stop what they were doing.

Once the formation was somewhat organized, they shouted "Javelin Thrower!"

Four or five men in the squad stood up, raised their red-tasseled spears, and threw them with all their might at the enemy less than five or six meters away.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A whooshing sound came from the air, and seven or eight red-tasseled spears were seen embedded in the soil on the other side, followed by a scream from the other side.

However, since Tim had shouted first, the team members couldn't execute the attack instantly. The Grummans on the other side were somewhat prepared and retreated seven or eight meters in a rush. Only two unlucky guys were stabbed in the thigh, fell to the ground and groaned, and were dragged back by their tribesmen.

Petrov, who was on horseback, was immediately alarmed upon seeing this. He spurred his horse and charged forward, shouting, "Stop! Stop! Come back!"

Unfortunately, he called out too late. By the time he arrived, more than a dozen tribesmen were already lying in the trench. He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he looked at the guards opposite him as if he wanted to tear them to pieces.

"Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows!" Petrov, having spent some time wandering the North, realized he couldn't get close and immediately thought of bows and arrows. The other Grummans then reacted, taking out the bows and arrows they carried on their backs and firing sparsely in their direction.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Shields, quick, prepare the shields!"

Tim noticed that the enemy had pulled out a bow and arrow, so he immediately shouted for the people holding shields to raise them. The team members behind him also instinctively hid behind their shields as instructed.

Then a series of aggressive sounds came from the ranks.

These Grumman arrows were not equipped with iron arrowheads. When they hit the iron plates of the shields, they bounced off and fell to the ground. Only when they hit the hardwood parts at the edges did they penetrate deeply.

"Ah... ...ah... ..."

A scream rang out from the guards, startling Black Tiger. He turned around and saw a member of the second squad who had been shot in the thigh and was lying on the ground screaming.

Fortunately, his team reacted quickly and dragged him into the shield's coverage area, thus saving his life.

Hearing the shouts, Petrov on the opposite side finally noticed Tim, who was directing from behind the crowd. He swung his giant axe and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "So it was you! You coward!"

Tim looked at him with a cold smile, his scars on his face becoming even more grotesque. "I haven't even gone to seek revenge on you yet, and you've already shown up. Today, I'll make you pay with your life for the master."

It turned out that the scar on Tim's face was the work of Petrov's giant axe. Now that the two enemies had met, they were extremely hostile. If Lanny hadn't noticed something was wrong and grabbed him, he probably would have already mounted his horse and charged away.

"Uncle Tim, calm down, calm down! The guards still need your command!"

call!call!call!

Tim took a few deep breaths, finally calming down. He looked at the two sides in the battle and suddenly exclaimed, "This is troublesome!"

Lenny didn't quite understand. Wasn't everything going smoothly? Where was the trouble?

Seeing his bewildered look, Tim explained, "We lack ranged weapons, and the castle can't supply enough for so many people. If they just keep shooting arrows from a distance, we'll be in trouble!"

Lanny had the same concern, but he had to reassure Tim, "Didn't I tell you before? They wouldn't dare stay long; there's a large noble army following behind them!"

Tim countered, "Can you guarantee that the noble army will arrive within three days?"

Uh! Lanny was speechless.

He hadn't really considered this point. As long as these guys surrounded the castle, problems would arise within a few days. The biggest problem wasn't food, but rather drinking water.

Unbeknownst to him, Albert across from him was also discussing the matter with Petrov.

"Petrov, we have to retreat. We can't take this place in a short time!"

“No,” Petrov refused resolutely. “More than a dozen of my people have died. I must avenge them. That coward on the other side is nothing to fear. As long as I storm the castle, they will have to flee.”

Albert actually agreed with this point. The trench was small and could only stop people on foot, not on horseback. As long as the few of them rode in quickly and dragged down the strange wooden stakes behind it, the shields and spears on the other side would be no threat.

But he didn't want to take the risk. Since the castle was already prepared, it wasn't worth attacking it head-on. It would be better to search a few villages along the way. His goal wasn't revenge or plunder, but to find the master's biggest threat, Melissa.

"A large noble army is following behind you. Do you want your entire clan to die here?"

Hearing Albert's words, Petrov was stunned for a moment, and wavered slightly, but after glancing at Tim opposite him, he was still unwilling and gritted his teeth and said, "No, we have to try. If we back down like this, I can't explain it to my people!"

Albert sighed, knowing he couldn't persuade him otherwise. He looked around at the terrain again and came up with a solution.

"Then you should do this..."

Albert had already realized that the castle's guard force consisted of only about thirty people, which was absolutely impossible for them to protect such a large area around the castle.

His solution was proposed precisely for this purpose.

There were no natural defenses around the castle. Although Lanny had ordered his men to dig trenches and build barricades in front of the main gate, and had cut down all the trees around it, there was no protection on the sides and back of the castle.

Although there is a height difference between the castle and the surrounding walls, it is not easy to enter the castle's backyard, but it is still possible to climb up slowly.

They only needed to have their men move around the castle; they didn't even need to launch an attack. The defenders inside would have to react, and the number of people at the main gate would naturally decrease. It would be much easier for him and Petrov to ride into the castle during this opportunity.

It doesn't matter if the people in the castle don't react. Those who rush in only need to stand firm, and then it will be a situation of being attacked from both sides, which is very similar to the situation at Falling Dragon Ridge.

He believed the outcome wouldn't be too far off.