Two hundred men marched in columns, the latter soldier grabbed the belt of the previous soldier because many were night blind.

Winters was at the front, and when he was about two hundred meters away, he took out a copper rod and slightly stimulated the light technique and shook it on his head a few times.

The dark green light is not very eye-catching at night, but the militia behind can see it clearly.

The column unfolded into a horizontal line, and everyone slowed down and lowered their bodies.

When there were about fifty meters left, the militia with good eyes could already see the Heds walking in the camp.

The large army lay on the ground and stood by, Winters continued to touch forward with the little hunter.

Winters has also changed into a full set of armor, wearing Hed's iron helmet, and his face is covered with plaster. Except for the cat's waist trotting posture, he looks like Hed from a distance.

When I walked in a zither, there was a subtle "rattle" sound, but fortunately I was not noticed.

The outermost circle of the Heds camp is a carriage, which is a bit similar to the carriage array.

However, the Hudders' carriages were all two wheels, and Winters escorted the baggage team all the way, and it was obvious that these were all single carriages.

Behind the carriage are tents, and there are no trenches, chest walls, and fences.

Stepping between the simple tents, Winters immediately changed into a walking posture with his head held high, as if he was going home.

Bell followed the second lieutenant with fear, swallowing his saliva, constantly looking back and looking back to the way he came.

Winters patted Bell on the shoulder in a big way, signaling the little hunter not to be nervous.

At this moment, Winters missed the old pirate Gold a little, who was a good bluff.

The two of them walked all the way and walked to the inner circle of the camp and suddenly realized.

There were countless horses in front of them, either chewing or resting, in groups of thousands, without neighing - the Heds' ability to train horses is really terrible.

Winters was stunned for a moment.

This is the layout of Hurd Camp: the carriage is on the outermost, and the tent is wrapped in horses.

The Hudds would take their horses out of the camp for food during the day. If there were enemies around them, they would rush into the camp at night, otherwise they could stay outside at night.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "[Hed] Hey! What are you doing?" A Hudder man came over and said in annoyance: "[Hed] No horses are allowed in the night camp, do you think you have a long life?"

Winters raised his hand and shot Nahuds to death with a flying arrow technique. Since he had touched this, he didn't need to hide anymore.

The horses heard the sound and looked up at Winters.

Their ears fluttered, their eyes blinked, and they looked small and cute, with only kindness and calmness in their eyes.

In front of him was a pony with a white star on his forehead. Winters reached out and scratched the horse's forehead, and the pony was gently rubbed.

"I'm sorry." Winters apologized secretly, then crushed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and a short roar broke out from his throat: "Woooo!"

Compound magic activation, Qi transformation technique, Wind control technique, and sound amplification technique.

The roar of magic increased by the magic exploded in the center of Hed camp, and the liquid in the bottle was instantly vaporized, and rolled towards the horses under the action of the wind control technique.

Winters was dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

The star-spotted pony was frightened and ran away with his legs raised.

All Hedma was as crazy as if he was no longer docile, fleeing to the distance, knocking over everything, trampling on everything, and destroying everything.

This is a complete version of "Scared Beasts" - Winters now has an unlimited supply of beast feces and urine.

Watching thousands of horses running around in scattered, Winters felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment: this may be the most amazing "shocking beast" of all time.

Horse, actually very timid.

Once frightened by exceeding the threshold, the horse will enter a state of extreme mania, and even the gentle horses on weekdays will become extremely aggressive.

Hedma's instinctive fear of beasts was awakened by Winters, and all acquired training would be suppressed by the impulse to escape.

They just want to run now, running for no reason.

This emotion can also be contagious, and even the horse who is not frightened will blindly follow the frightened horse.

The tents in the camp were overturned one after another, and the Huds were frightened, and the shouts of despair came from all directions: "[Heds] The horse was shocked! Run! The horse was shocked!"

A shocked horse can be called trouble; a hundred shocked horses are terrible; what about a thousand?

What about ten thousand horses?

At this moment, no one was more desperate than the Heds in the camp.

Bell took out more than a dozen porcelain bottles and was still clumsyly splashing around.

Winters pulled the silly boy and ran: "The horse rushed over!"

Some horses broke through the chariot formation and escaped from the camp, and some horses that rang around like headless flies rushed back.

The militia outside could hear clearly the movements in the camp.

Ish jumped up and shouted, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woo woo woo woo!" The two hundred men shouted and rushed towards Hed camp.

[Note: They want to shout for killing, but they bit their mouths and could only make a "whimper" sound]
Chapter completed!