Chapter 115 Attacked!

As the night deepened and the evenings grew colder, even the sword thistles gradually shrank their upright green leaves.

In the camp, ten carriages were connected end to end to protect both sides of the camp.

As for the relatively open front and rear areas, they were surrounded by spiked wooden stakes and chevaux de frise.

After so many times of preventing attacks and pursuits, the villagers have become so skilled at it that they take these protective measures almost subconsciously.

Along the way, many people were attacked by monsters, savages, beastmen and wild beasts.

The night watchman and his bugler were patrolling the carriage enclosure in boredom.

As they walked, the night watchman said with emotion: "Look at us, we were farmers a month ago, and now I am a general."

"Okay, okay, I know you're a general." The trumpeter without a clockwork gun glared at the holy gun with jealous eyes and whispered, "I'm still a young holy general... What's that?"

Seeing the movement in the bushes, the fellow guard holding the horn immediately became alert.

The night watchman looked in the direction he pointed. A beam of light shone through the bushes, and only a flash of gray-yellow fur was seen.

"It turned out to be a rabbit." The night watchman and the bugler immediately breathed a sigh of relief and turned their eyes away, and the light moved with it.

The two men felt relieved and continued patrolling.

Unlike ordinary soldiers, night patrol gunners changed into khaki robes to avoid being accidentally injured by friendly forces due to the darkness.

On his round-brimmed helmet, there was a round wooden cylinder about three fingers thick, emitting an orange-yellow light.

Every time he turned his head, he could see a blurry beam of light moving along his neck.

It was a fluorescent stone placed in a round wooden cylinder.

This kind of fluorite is also a product of alchemy and requires monster bones to make.

During this period, Horn and his companions killed a lot of monsters, and Horn used their bones to make a dozen fluorescent lamps.

Fluorite is a bone stone that can slowly undergo alchemical reactions. In a lightless environment, it requires very little mana and can glow without any imagery.

Of course, the low requirements only apply to the magic power of the followers, and non-wizards cannot use it.

All you need to do is sprinkle a handful of lime powder every one or two hours to catalyze it to absorb magic power.

Its mana consumption is so high that even a person with the weakest mana can use it up almost until dawn.

The only and biggest drawback is that the light is dim, not as good as lamps, but it is better than nothing.

It is small in size, lasts for a long time, does not take up space in the hands, is rainproof and windproof, and its light source is very stable, so it is often used as a lighting device for soldiers on night patrol.

Horn also made a very interesting discovery, that is, the absorption of mana by fluorite actually depends on the distance.

Horn could light up the glowstone from more than five meters away, and it was brighter than normal, and this gunner had to wear it on his forehead for it to work.

At this moment, under the illumination of the fluorite lamp, Horn was sitting at a desk, carefully tracing the images on the tarot cards.

What he depicted was the tower in the Tarot card.

A towering tower was destroyed by lightning, flames appeared on the top of the tower, and two people fell from the collapsed tower.

This is the only image related to lightning, and it may enhance Jeanna's fighting power.

According to Sissi, meditation is an effective way to control magical power, and even witches can benefit greatly from learning it.

Since its invention, Tarot meditation has replaced other messy meditation methods.

It even took away the name of meditation, and people thought that Tarot cards were the only method of meditation.

It was summarized by the legendary wizard Monjiev.

Through collection and experimentation, Monjief discovered and summarized the twelve most effective mental images that can mobilize mana, and ordered the twelve images according to the distance of mana flow and the amount of consumption.

Later, this meditation method was continuously patched, improved and added with new ones by other wizards, forming the current stable twenty-two Tarot cards.

Among them, the magician is the first, the world is the twenty-first, and the fool is the one who takes over the reversal, like an Ouroboros, transferring the first-order world into the second-order magician image, and the cycle repeats.

For wizards, starting from the second generation, the use of spells requires the use of meditative imagery for precise control.

By the fifth generation, it was completely useless. Their mana was so complicated that they couldn't cast spells. They could only use imagery meditation to make the mana flow so that it could be catalyzed by catalysts during alchemy. Nowadays, the most practiced mental imagery by the four legions is the Fool, because it can exercise mana control while putting the least pressure on the soul.

In fact, Horn had some doubts about teaching meditation to the villagers. He was sure to pack up his gun and run away.

What if I teach these villagers how to meditate and they are caught as witch’s followers, devil’s children or wizards?
It’s not anything else, it’s mainly because they are real.

But when he thought about the uncertain future and the dangers they might encounter in the Wild Spider Forest, Horn decided to teach them first.

He just promised to do his best to ensure the safety of the villagers during this journey. It is impossible for him to be a babysitter for these villagers for the rest of their lives.

Like Horn, they are unable to cast spells subconsciously, so as long as they are careful, it is difficult for them to be caught by the demon hunter.

After arriving at Fort Joan of Arc, Horn still had to continue to turn into Black Snake Bay.

By then, those villagers who wanted to stay could stay, and those who wanted to follow him...

If they were still willing to go with him after knowing the truth, Horn would not refuse.

According to Horn's estimation, there shouldn't be many such people. After all, he was playing a joke at the cost of his life.

After finishing the last stroke of the tower, Horn put the stack of tower drawings aside.

He took out a notebook from his arms and began to record his daily life.

That is Horn's diary from the Gulag to the present, used for review.

At the beginning, the number of words was quite large, but later, as the situation became worse and worse, the number of words became fewer and fewer, and in the end it almost became a marching notebook.

From logistics deployment to reconnaissance routes, from camp management to marching formations, how can we move faster? How can we prevent diseases and insect bites? How can we deal with route allocation? How can we determine the current position?

All aspects and everything.

This booklet contains all the pitfalls Horn had encountered, his failed attempts, the experiences he had heard from others, and his summary and generalization based on his previous life theories.

Under the pressure of 1,200 lives in front and the extraordinary knight behind.

Horn was forced to go from being a person who couldn't even organize a spring outing to being able to command 1,200 people with ease.

So people still need motivation to live.

Picking up the pen, Horn fell into deep thought. He had been doing well recently and hadn't made any mistakes, so he didn't know how to write.

"Om-"

The deep sound of a horn cut through the night sky.

"boom!"

"Fizz!"

After the gunshots, there was a hair-raising sound of something moving, and in an instant, the entire camp woke up.

Horn stood up in doubt, heading towards the direction where the sound came from.

The second horn sounded again, but it stopped abruptly halfway through.

Throwing down the pen and paper, Horn put on his breastplate and helmet, grabbed his clockwork gun and cloak, and ran out of the tent.

At this moment, the child soldiers who came to report the news were already waiting outside the door. In the stables in the distance, torches were lighting up one by one and converging towards the scene of the incident.

"Where?"

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out.

"Where?!"

"General Monsay's area."

　p.s. This chapter is a draft. I may have to go out for dinner tonight, but I should still have another chapter when I come back.

　　Don't worry, I'm the stubborn type who only eats with people but never drinks with them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)