Chapter 366 The Tide of Resistance (Part 2)

"Yes, I am the third daughter of the Xingzhuo family." Zhuoflan nodded, "Without their help, I might...maybe have died."

"Where is the elder and others?"

"The patriarch said he wanted to live and die with the spirit tree, so he didn't escape with me."

Everyone was silent for a while. The enemy had now completely occupied the tree boat. The elder's fate was undoubtedly grim.

"But the hope of Silver Star is still there - everyone, we should cheer up and drive the Imperial people out of the Silver Star tree boat." Zhuoflan slightly raised her tone, "This is not a lonely battle, Noah Tree The boat is not far from us!"

"Noah...can he really defeat the Empire?"

"We can't do it alone, but we also have a powerful ally." Heim said while cutting the binding rope. "They are willing to accept the World Islanders. There, some islanders have already landed on land and worked with them. Living in the city.”

A safe and permanent place to live – that makes most people raise their heads.

There were murmurs among the crowd for a moment.

After all, the long period of wandering has made both the tree boat and the islanders on it exhausted.

"That continent is still more than a hundred nautical miles away from us, but for the distance traveled by the exile, this distance is just a short distance." Zhuoflan continued, "So we need to recapture the tree boat and recapture what belongs to us. Our spiritual tree, and then control it to the west to end this escape journey completely!"

She glanced at the fire in the distance. The patrol was approaching. "Everyone has seen that the reinforcements only have a dozen or so people, but including you, there are hundreds of people. If we rescue all the people around us, we will be a team of a thousand people. And there are more than 1,000 people captured in the square. There are so many, we are not short of manpower!”

"What should I do with weapons...?" a voice from the crowd asked.

"Of course we are asking for it from the imperial people - using their weapons to recover their blood debt!" Zhuoflan said without hesitation, "There are unattended swords and spears in the camp now. You can choose to pick them up. , fight the enemy with Noah and Jinxia allies, or choose to continue to kneel here and be enslaved by the Empire. They are coming, no matter how many people are willing to follow, I will not escape again."

After saying that, she turned around and got into the tent, picked up a scimitar, and then walked to Qianzhi and others.

"You have worked very hard." The little girl said with a grin, "The young master sometimes doesn't have the courage."

Till translated the sentence for her and added, "Thank you, you have been a great help to us."

"No...I should thank you." Zhuoflan shook her head, "I was actually...very scared. But that lady made me understand that the rescue team brings hope, and if you want to truly win, you must Everyone must muster the courage to fight against the enemy together.”

She wasn't lying. The hand holding the knife was trembling slightly which was the best proof.

Even so, she didn't take a step back.

The elf who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face stood up first and walked into the camp.

Then more people followed suit.

There was no obvious communication between everyone, but judging from their looks, most of them were holding their breath. In the past, there was no hope, but now that there is a shelter not far away, everyone's mental state has become completely different.

After all, few people really want to be slaves.

What's more, most of the people who enslaved them had blood feuds in their hands.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

"Why are all those damn pointed ears standing up?"

The imperial team on patrol had noticed something strange in the camp. The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly, "Where are the ropes on your hands? Everyone kneels down, holds their heads with both hands, and no one moves!"

The reason why they didn't fire immediately was not charity, but rather they didn't want to lose the goods in vain.

It's just that these elves are different from before.

Instead of following the orders with pale faces, they rushed towards the patrol!

"Seeking death!" The captain pointed his knife, "Fire -"

The loud gunfire instantly broke the tranquility of the night!

But these bullets were blocked by a wall of ice.

I saw an "ice surface" rising diagonally from the flat ground for no apparent reason, with the end extending all the way to the top of the patrol's head. Faced with this unexpected situation, the soldiers were stunned for a moment. After just a moment of hesitation, the elf had already run across the long ice and jumped down from above them!

The islanders were armed with short knives, long swords, spears and spears...as long as they were usable weapons, they took them over and stabbed their enemies without caring about them taking advantage of them!

The soldiers fought back hard, but facing an opponent ten times their size, they were almost instantly overwhelmed by the charge!

A shrill warning whistle sounded at the ceremony venue—

The army and pirates were awakened from their dreams. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and walked out of the tent reluctantly. Until this moment, most people in the empire still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. In their opinion, it was probably because one of the troops discovered the prisoners who were trying to escape, but they couldn't catch them, that they staged such a battle.

The situation with the elves was completely different. With the leader, the number of people participating in the group operation increased rapidly. After just two camps were captured, the number of resisters already exceeded 500, and they were growing like a snowball with no sign of stopping.

The Jinxia reinforcements have also entered the free blocking stage.

Their targets are those iron knights or other demon possessors who are difficult for ordinary people to deal with.

Qianzhi showed her powerful fighting power as a living dead.

Few people would pay attention to a child who looked only seven or eight years old. When she came to the front, the living dead's powerful body function was enough to crush all the defenses of the imperial soldiers. Every time she punched, she could leave a hole in the opponent's body. Even if she was wearing iron armor, her internal organs would be injured due to the dents of the armor.

Although the musket could hurt Qianzhi, she was weak to other senses except taste. Occasionally being hit by bullets only hurt her slightly, and could not stop her short and swift steps. Wherever the living dead went, there was a bloody storm.

However, the heaviest blow to the imperial army was not Qianzhi, but the combination of Shanhui and Kong Xuanzi. The former transformed into a giant tengu and rushed through the crowd, while the latter lay on Shanhui's back and attacked the opponent's commander with sword skills - anyone who wore armor different from other soldiers was his priority target.

This made the enemy's several attempts to organize a defensive line unsuccessful. Either the assembled team was dispersed by Shanhui, or the commander lost his head inexplicably. If the formation cannot be effectively formed, the maximum power of the musket cannot be exerted. The scattered gunshots can only play a negligible role in the face of the increasingly dense crowd.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the sacrificial field was already in a boiling state!

The pursuit and victory along the way made the imperial soldiers forget something, that is, although the elves' abilities cannot be used directly in combat, a considerable number of them are real demon holders. Once they are caught in a close combat, their reaction, strength and ability to resist attacks are all above ordinary people, and the imperial army is the disadvantaged party.

"Support, we need support!"

"Quickly notify the elite stationed in the tree spirit, the elves here have lost control!"

"Come on, send a message to the midnight horn-the sacrificial field troops are about to collapse!"

The pigeons carrying the notes for help were released one by one, and they flew towards the direction of the warship according to their habit.

And these messengers became Olina's midnight snack.