Chapter 118: South of the mountain, next to the river, there is an orphanage
The sound of the horn resounding through the night sky seemed to shake the sticky clouds.

"Uuuuuu——"

The members of the Holy Gun Company who were originally sleeping in the carriage, no, near the armored vehicle or even in the armored vehicle, immediately jumped up, put on their breastplates and helmets.

They filed out of the tent, and the grass trembled with the sound of their footsteps.

The Holy Gun Company members jumped into the chariots skillfully, picked up their weapons, and stood in the positions they had rehearsed beforehand, arriving at the chariots and taking their positions before everyone else.

The rest of the Black Hats and Guards gathered in formation at the sound of whistles and ran towards the carriage.

Amid the sounds of disassembly and assembly, tall and thick wooden walls rose up on all the chariots.

The oak armor was connected to the truck bed below, about three meters above the ground. The jumping spider could only jump as high as a person and could not cross it.

But for the soldiers in the truck, it just reached their chest.

Some gaps under the carriage and at the wheels were blocked with soil in sacks to prevent jumping spiders from crawling in from underneath.

As for the spaces between the carts, spiked wooden stakes were inserted to prevent jumping spiders from crawling through.

Two sturdy soldiers holding black wooden shields half a person's height were blocking the way. Behind the shields, four long spears or lances were sticking out, pointing diagonally into the air.

The gunners placed the clockwork guns on the gaps in the oak armor, and the auxiliary gunners immediately took a bag of stone bullets and iron sand and stuffed them into the muzzles.

The flailmen and spearmen around him picked up their weapons one by one and stood in their original positions.

Hold the torches and glowstone lamps high to illuminate everything.

The iron chain connecting the cart swayed, then gradually stabilized, and the noisy sound gradually subsided.

After the busy day, the camp suddenly became quiet.

Apart from the whistling of wind in their ears, there seemed to be no other sound. Sweat began to appear on the hands of both the Imperial Order Company and the Holy Gun Company.

The wind pulled the flames from the torches this way and that, and it blew through the cracks in armor, helmets, and carriages, carrying the smell of resin and grease into the forest.

In such a quiet environment, everyone was waiting quietly.

Every tiny sound will be amplified countless times, including the sound of flowing water in a distant mountain spring and the sound of your companion swallowing saliva.

The forest is so quiet, and there are no noisy birds around. It is very different from the Blackbone Swamp.

Amid the sound of the horn, the giant spiders were also getting restless.

Their legs were paddling on the ground restlessly, their bodies were swaying sideways from side to side, and they took a step forward or two from time to time, and then a step back or two from time to time.

But they still did not attack, as if they were waiting for something.

The strange ringing in their ears made Horn and Jeanna cover their ears, but Carrie, who was covered in plate armor from head to toe, frowned.

But the rest of the villagers seemed not to hear it and still stared straight ahead.

"Here it comes!" someone shouted.

The ground shook, the grass and trees swayed, and scarlet spider eyes crawled from the darkness into the light.

They did not rush up all at once, as if they knew that would only interfere with each other.

"Wind it up," Horn shouted.

Above the battlefield, the creaking sound of gears turning was heard constantly.

"Hold on, don't move!" Horn shouted from behind the spiked stakes and the big shield, "Follow my command!"

Twenty Dharma-searches, ten Dharma-searches, five Dharma-searches...

Among the hundreds of jumping spiders, a dozen or so jumping spiders suddenly jumped up.

"put!"

Amidst a blast, a dark shadow burst out from the front end of the ten clockwork guns, and hundreds of broken bullets shot out from the barrels and scattered in all directions.

Immediately, four or five jumping spiders screamed as their heads were smashed by stones and iron sand, and a foul fishy smell spread like a whirlwind.

Two or three more were knocked to the ground by the swing of spears and flails, their shells shattered and they screamed.

In an instant, the ground was covered with jumping spiders lying on their backs, twitching and struggling.

There were banging sounds on the oak armor plates, and the remaining jumping spiders all crashed into the erected wooden walls.

One jumping spider was lucky and one of its legs grabbed the edge of the armor plate. Just as it was about to exert force, a dagger swung down and chopped off the leg.

"Load." Rudilo shouted to the javelin thrower on the side. If the auxiliary musketeer did not have time to reload, the first priority would be the javelin thrower on the side.

The javelin thrower immediately leaned over, picked up the paper bag of iron sand and stone bullets on the ground, stuffed them into the gun barrel, and used a wooden stick to poke the firing rod and the stone bullet back together.

"Get out of the way!" Rudilo roared, moved the gun barrel away, pulled out the clockwork key, and a black shadow pounced out and knocked the jumping spider that jumped high into the sky to the ground.

Rudilo felt dizzy and gritted his teeth to make way. The auxiliary gunner immediately took his place and began to turn the clockwork key.

He picked up the sedative, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, and the dizziness immediately lessened a lot.

With a cough, Rudilo tapped his chest, drew his dagger, stood in the front row again, and pierced the abdomen of a jumping spider with one sword.

At the connection point on his side, the faces of the two large shield soldiers were livid, and there were constant banging sounds coming from the shields.

“Don’t be scared.” Victor thrust his spear forward and knocked down a jumping spider, “Don’t forget Rudilo, that lucky boy.

Whoever kills more giant spiders will have priority in getting the Holy Gun!"

The armored vehicles were like the Great Wall, and the jumping spiders were like monsters, constantly crashing into the armor plates of the vehicles.

The screams of the jumping spiders, the officers' commands, and the dull sound of flails breaking shells were all drowned out by the continuous sound of gunfire.

The chains connecting the chariots rattled, and the wheels and axles under the carriages made a wail of breaking.

The fighting on the front line was more intense than anyone expected.

"Look, what is that?"

When they saw the creature the words referred to, everyone couldn't help but choke. After running over the bushes, a giant blue-gray spider that was larger than a cow raised its upper limbs.

The fangs, as thick as forearms, kept colliding in front of the mouth, as if two long swords were rubbing against each other.

It was demonstrating to Horn and his group.

A bolt of lightning shot into his mouth, splitting his fangs and leaving them hanging on the side of his mouth.

The bull spider let out a painful howl, and its hateful eyes immediately fixed on Jeanne.

Spreading its eight legs, which were thicker than its thighs, the bull spider rushed straight towards Jeanne, with mud waves rolling.

Even brighter lightning rose from Jeanne's body, and the surrounding soldiers had to move away because their hair stood on end.

Intense flashes of lightning cut through the night sky, illuminating everyone's eyes, and the little jumping spiders squeaked in pain.

After the lightning flashed, the bull spider lay prone on the ground, but its body was still sliding on the ground, making a palm-deep trench in the mud.

For the first time in the fight, beads of sweat appeared on Jeanna's forehead.

Where on earth did these giant spiders come from?
Horn could see that the trees in the distant forest were still shaking, which meant that more giant spiders were heading this way.

"And, and more!"

"Look, look over there, there's another one over there."

More and more bull spiders emerged from the forest, four, eight, sixteen.

They hid in the dark bushes and trees, watching the tiny upright insects with indifference.

The largest bull spider took the lead, crushing the bushes again and charging towards the carriage.

If this hit a chariot, even with its oak plank armor, it might not be able to withstand it.

The faces of the soldiers on the chariot he was aiming at gradually turned pale.

Amid the sound of gunfire, Horn picked up the long-lost Ferdinand longbow.

"Hold your head and lie down!"

Horn's voice came from behind Viktor, and he immediately did as he was told.

The next second, it was as if a banshee was screaming at close range.

The short spear shot from Ferdinand's longbow whistled past Victor's head, and his clothes were blown up by the strong wind, making crackling sounds.

The short spear pierced the night sky and went straight into the bull spider's chest, and blood and flesh swirled back along the spear shaft.

Raising its head, the bull spider screamed, its body twisting and struggling, trying to get rid of the spear.

But the more it struggled, the more its flesh was torn, and the deeper the spear penetrated, making it impossible to break free.

When Victor stood up again, the bull spider had entered a state of death convulsions.

The bull spiders, who were originally eager to try, stopped for a moment as if they were hesitating after seeing the miserable condition of their two companions.

But the strange tinnitus sounded again, and the rest of the jumping spiders immediately began to attack more frantically.

The bull spiders immediately continued to rush towards Horn and others.

"Beep, beep, beep -"

Just as Horn took the second spear and prepared to fire again, a strange and clumsy flute sound began to sound out of nowhere.

The sound of the flute was not pleasant, and was even a little harsh and out of tune.

But precisely in the midst of such flute sound, the original vague tinnitus immediately melted away like ice and snow.

"This sound is..."

Horn looked in the direction where the flute sound came from.

That's Carrie.

She was fully armed, but she held a piccolo in her hand.

The unpleasant and out-of-tune melody flowed out from the simple bone flute, filling the mountain path like flowing water.

Horn could see clearly that it was not the beastman's bone flute, but the bone flute he had found earlier in the killer rabbit cave.

But the magical thing is that under the unpleasant flute sound, the bull spiders and jumping spiders that were originally charging and jumping seemed to be put under a spell and stood there in a daze.

They seemed to have no idea where they were or who they were. After wandering there for a while, these giant spiders actually began to retreat one after another.

"This is……"

Horn had heard it before. What a familiar tune.

He had been able to hear this song often since he met Carrie.

Carrie has been practicing this piece of music ever since she got the flute from the lycanthrope.

At this moment, as if welcoming this grand performance, Carrie played this song with the rare bone flute.

She had sung it countless times, a tune Horn knew by heart.

"On the south side of the mountain, next to the river, there is an orphanage..."

"They are smart and pious, they are pious and smart, and there are elves flowing in their bodies..."

"Blue orphans, oh, you need to be careful..."

"Hunters and demons are hiding in the green forest. Let's run for our lives!"

Amid the rustling sound of their bodies rubbing against trees and grass, the giant spiders retreated like a tide, as if nothing had just happened.

Facing Horn, Carrie forced a smile: "Horn... Papa, I remember now."

(End of this chapter)