Chapter 511: Obstruction, the Mao Mao's Debut

The guard tower at the south gate of Changmai Cunzi is relatively large; underneath is a wooden gate, and above is an enclosed wooden structure that can accommodate over ten people standing or sitting. Higher still is a platform accessible only by an internal staircase, allowing three or five people to defend the gate by relying on its height and protection.

Of course, if this place were left to the villagers of Changmai Cunzi to defend themselves, they could naturally fill the entire perimeter wall, including the space at the gate. But the Defeated Soldiers cannot; their numbers are insufficient. The manpower assigned here at Changmai Cunzi is only thirty-some people. Being able to arrange about ten people on the north and south walls of the village already shows that these soldiers pay relatively close attention to the importance of the guard posts.

Therefore, in reality, when that soldier using a Soldier Bow retreated into the south gate guard post while firing, there were only two people here, including him.

It looks like they are short-handed, but these two people directly closed the wooden gate of the guard post and locked it from the inside, so they were not afraid of these enemies who suddenly appeared outside.

"What's going on? Where did these people pop out from?" The soldier who retreated to the gate guard post was still shaken; his hand, which had been steady while firing just moments ago, was now trembling slightly. He lay against the small wooden window of the guard post, carefully peering at the enemies approaching with shields raised.

The other soldier who had been on duty here spat out a mouthful of phlegm and cursed, "Pah, how would I know? Enough, look at your hand shaking. Go ring the alarm bell; leave this to me. Those people won't be able to get in. Once everyone else comes over, we'll wipe them all out!"

After speaking, he took out his Soldier Bow and, relying on the small wooden window on the wall of the guard post, raised his bow to fire outward.

Swish—

One arrow struck the calf of a shield-bearing soldier, causing the soldier to fall to the ground and wail.

The team approaching the gate guard post immediately stopped, then dragged the wounded man back to the previous wall guard post, relying on the waist-high wooden wall there to block the enemy's arrow fire.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

A clear and loud metallic clanging sound transmitted from the guard post on the south gate, each burst more urgent and tense than the last.

But these two soldiers could not get reinforcements in the short term, because not only were they constantly sounding the alarm, but the north gate of the village was also constantly sounding the alarm, and after only one round of ringing, the alarm signal suddenly cut off.

"Archers, fire! Suppress them!" In the farmland outside the south gate of the village, Priest Bata'er stood in the most conspicuous spot in the front row, shouting loudly at the archers behind him.

The archers stood behind two shield-bearers who were still outside the village wall, carefully poking their heads out and aiming precisely at the open small window on the south gate guard post, attempting to shoot arrows inside.

Could one say their attack was effective? The enemy was still braving the rain of arrows to continuously suppress the attacking team of Warriors on the wall.

But could one say it was ineffective? The enemy's shooting and arrow-firing from inside to outside had clearly slowed down significantly; they were obviously terrified by the arrows occasionally shot into the room.

But the situation could not just remain in a stalemate like this.

The guard soldier on the east wall of the village was already hunched over, lowering his profile to move quickly from the southeast wall to provide support. Although there was only one person, and the other two had run to the east gate guard post of the village, the more people who came to support, the more intense the enemy's resistance using the gate guard post would be.

"Priest, don't get entangled and fight them head-on, let the Long-haired Lynx Beastmen make their debut!"

From a distance of two or three hundred meters outside the village, Jier's shout suddenly came.

Priest Bata'er looked back; in the distance south of the village, Warrior Jier was letting his warhorse trot, wandering further south of the village. Although the distance from their battlefield was somewhat far, it was clear that the predicament here had been seen by Warrior Jier, who had provided his suggestion.

The Priest knew he did not have the skill to lead people in battle, so facing Warrior Jier's suggestion, he immediately supported and executed it.

Several Mao Mao capable of close-quarters combat were currently squatting obediently behind nearby field ridges, avoiding potential stray arrows. Only their leader—Yongqi Maomao—confident in its own abilities, poked out half its body, observing the entire battle situation with its shrewd eyes.

One could tell from the way it slightly shook its head that the current battle situation did not satisfy it.

"Yongqi Maomao! Please strike immediately and take the south gate guard post ahead! I beg you!" Priest Bata'er shouted toward the direction where the Mao Mao were; he was truly at his wit's end, to the point that he even said such words as "I beg you" at this moment.

Yongqi Maomao nodded, then turned its head slightly to meow softly at its companions hiding behind it.

Immediately, the five Mao Mao leaped out of the farmland where they were hiding, lowered their bodies, and even used both hands and feet, moving forward quickly just like real cats.

They did not charge straight toward the south gate guard post, but instead dispersed, and each Mao Mao constantly changed its position and posture in small increments, advancing forward in a dazzling manner.

Facing such rapid advancement and the displacement and evasion during the advance, even Priest Bata'er, who had issued the order himself, was startled, let alone the others standing beside him.

"What is that!!??"

This was a Warrior who had been startled after noticing something darting past his side when he wasn't paying attention.

"That's too absurd, right?"

This was the exclamation from a Warrior who had turned his head to see the entire process of the Mao Mao receiving the order and launching the attack!

Gulping, Priest Bata'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva; if the Mao Mao hadn't been charging at the enemy, he wouldn't have known how to dodge such high-speed, dazzling battlefield maneuvers at close range.

"But the problem is, how will they climb the several-meter-high wall, and the gate guard post itself?" Someone couldn't help but ask; this was also the answer the Warriors all wanted to know.

The next moment, they found out.

Compared to the wall that required two humans to cooperate as a platform to climb successfully, the village wall, which was much taller than the Mao Mao—who were much shorter than humans—did not pose any obstacle to the Mao Mao at this moment.

The moment they approached the village wall, the Mao Mao exerted force with their hands and feet, extending the sharp claws they had kept hidden in their furry paws.

These sharp claws, which were not very important to the current Long-haired Lynx Beastmen, actually had one important function besides gaining an advantage in unarmed brawls: climbing.

Don't forget, the Mao Mao tribes were all in vast forests; there were trees everywhere and long mountain ranges. Using claws to climb trees and mountain rocks was actually an important way of survival.

It could even be said that young Mao Mao who could not climb trees early on to hide had a hard time growing up normally in the harsh, life-or-death forests. The Mao Mao had too many fierce Monsters to avoid in the mountains; climbing trees and mountains was a very good way to hide.

It was even far more important than their current tribe's large-scale cave-digging for survival.

Thus, facing the village wall, which was several times their height and simply a towering, solid wall, these Mao Mao flicked their tails against the ground, and the entire Mao Mao leaped two meters upward. Then, using their hands and feet, they utilized their sharp claws to borrow force while climbing the wooden wall. In just an instant, the five Mao Mao ran in one breath to the top platform of the gate guard post.

At this time, the three Defeated Soldiers in the gate guard post hadn't realized this point; one of them was using a bow and arrow to suppress a group on the wall, while the other two were likewise using bows and arrows to suppress other attackers in the farmland outside the gate.

None of the three noticed the staircase in the middle of the gate guard post; after all, when all the enemies were suppressed in the distance, it was impossible for anyone to be behind them, right?

But the Mao Mao jumped down from the staircase that had never been closed.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Five Mao Mao, each made a "thump" sound when landing.

They held various main combat weapons that were appropriately sized for them—which were actually human Daggers. One by one, their eyes were wide open, their pupils were thin, the whiskers on their faces were twitching, and their battle intent was high. Their tails were raised high behind them, and they issued pre-battle hisses at the three extremely surprised Defeated Soldiers inside the wooden guard post.

"Woooo-hiss-he—"

And the reaction of the Defeated Soldiers who saw these Mao Mao was unexpected: "What's going on?"

"Where did these Lynx Beastmen come from?!!!"

"I knew it, the alien races cannot be trusted!!!"

The Defeated Soldiers' surprise had just ended when the Mao Mao pounced on their chosen opponents. Yongqi Maomao dealt with one alone, and the other two enemies were dealt with by two close-combat Mao Mao each.

The Defeated Soldier targeted by Yongqi Maomao seemed to have some understanding of the Mao Mao; he directly smashed the Soldier Bow in his hand forward, took the opportunity to draw the Long Sword from his waist, and without thrusting, slashed directly at the Yongqi Maomao rushing toward him.

But Yongqi Maomao was agile; it first lowered its body to avoid the Soldier Bow, then slapped the ground with its tail, and the entire Mao Mao abruptly dodged the Defeated Soldier's direct slash.

It flicked its tail again, and the entire Mao Mao sprang directly upward; because Yongqi Maomao's tail had enough strength, it actually dashed onto the ceiling of the room in an instant.

"Where did it go?"

This Soldier lost track of the target in a moment of carelessness; the Yongqi Maomao were simply too agile, and in the confined space at close range, it was too easy for them to evade the Human's line of sight due to their own height and stature.

Yongqi Maomao held a Human Dagger in its mouth, used the claws extended from its hands and feet to crawl a few steps along the wooden ceiling, while its tail had long since flexibly wrapped around its waist.

Just like that, Yongqi Maomao climbed to the top of this Defeated Soldier's head.

While this Defeated Soldier was still shaken but deciding to support his other companions first, Yongqi Maomao retracted the sharp claws extended from its hands and feet and dropped silently from the enemy's head.

In the split second in the air, it transferred the Dagger from its mouth to its hand.

First, its feet landed on the Defeated Soldier's shoulders, then one of its hands gripped the Dagger and stabbed into the enemy's right eye, while the left eye was clawed by the sharp claws extended from its left hand; with a squelch, both eyes of this Defeated Soldier were destroyed.

Before the Soldier could even feel the pain and reach for his head, Yongqi Maomao performed a backflip, using its tail to cushion the landing in advance, and the entire Maomao landed silently behind the enemy.

Taking advantage of the moment the Defeated Soldier went mad from having his eyes destroyed, it gripped the Dagger tightly with both hands and stabbed directly from behind the enemy into the hollow behind his knee.

The Defeated Soldier's Armor basically only provided effective protection for the front of the body, and in places like the hollow of the knee, the elbow, and the armpit—these traditional weak points of Armor—the protection remained weak.

Basically, there was only the base layer of thick cloth of the Armor for protection; those slightly better off at most replaced the thick cloth with Leather Clothing and pants, but compared to Metal Armor Plate, the protection was still much worse.

Yongqi Maomao thrust hard with both hands, piercing directly through the protection of the Defeated Soldier's pants and mangling the hollow behind the enemy's knee. It then pulled hard to one side and used the force of its own retreat to pull the Dagger out.

"Ah! Damn cat! Damn alien! %%￥!!"

Because his eyes were destroyed and he was going mad, the Defeated Soldier immediately lost his footing due to the sharp pain in his left leg, but before he could do anything, there was another sharp pain in his right knee; now he could not stand at all, so he could only kneel on the ground, holding his Long Sword in one hand and sweeping wildly left and right, while supporting his body with the other hand, struggling to crawl toward where his blinded companions were.

But the next moment, his right hand holding the sword felt a sharp pain, two fingers were cut off, and his Long Sword immediately fell to the ground.

This Defeated Soldier struggled to grip the fallen Long Sword with the three fingers remaining on his right hand, but the next moment, his right thumb was also severed by the follow-up attack.

Having lost his thumb, the Human lost the ability to hold things; this Defeated Soldier wailed and cursed, trying to support his body with his right palm and reaching out with his left hand to pick up the fallen Long Sword.

But he groped back and forth several times where the sword had been, yet he could not touch his Long Sword.

"Ahhh! You damn little devils! What kind of tricks are you playing? What kind of tricks are you playing? Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

He suddenly remembered he had a Steel Dagger on his person, but when his left hand reached toward the right side of his belt, he still grasped at empty air.

Now he completely collapsed, falling to the ground, his arms and legs flailing wildly around him; it seemed this random thrashing did hit Yongqi Maomao once, but that was all. The next moment, Yongqi Maomao used its tail to coil around this Defeated Soldier's Long Sword, using its strong and powerful tail like a Human arm, and swung the Long Sword down to stab.

With a squelch, the Long Sword accurately stabbed into the throat of this Defeated Soldier with its tip, and severed the Soldier's neck from top to bottom.

This Defeated Soldier, with blood streaming from his eyes, clutched his throat with his hand and struggled for a while before finally dying completely.

As for the fighting on the other two sides, the battle here was going more smoothly because two melee Maomao were coordinating with each other, one Maomao baiting the enemy and one Maomao attacking.

After successively wounding the two Defeated Soldiers here, these two Defeated Soldiers, who were closer together, stood back-to-back, attempting to use this method to fend off the agile offensive of the long-haired lynx Beast.

But this method might be effective in a place with more space; in this gate guard room that was barely over two meters high, it was not very useful.

The melee Maomao would flick their tails and, combined with the force of their legs jumping, could easily leap to the ceiling and launch an indefensible attack directly from overhead. Or, they would lower their bodies, making their already short stature low enough that the Human Defeated Soldiers would have to bend over to reach them.

Added to this were the alternating attacks of the four melee Maomao from front, back, left, and right; the Defeated Soldiers were parrying left and right, unable to attend to one thing without neglecting another, and simply could not cope with the Maomao's offensive.

So, by the time Yongqi Maomao had solved one Defeated Soldier alone, the battle on the other side of the room had basically already entered its second half.

The Defeated Soldiers' leather Boot were pierced by the Maomao when they found an opportunity with their Daggers, and the wounds on the soles of their feet were deep enough to see bone, with blood flowing like a river. One Defeated Soldier had blood on his face, and half his face was even sliced open, revealing the gums underneath that had also been slashed. The fresh blood gushing from the slashed cheek stained most of his chest red.

The other Defeated Soldier was even more miserable; he was suddenly ambushed by three Maomao using their tails, which hooked the edge of his Shield, and the Maomao exerted force together, actually pulling this Defeated Soldier to the ground.

Even though this Defeated Soldier immediately tried to get up, his left hand holding the Shield was severed at the wrist by the Maomao with Daggers during that brief moment.

A large amount of blood flowed from the severed wrist, especially in this tense battle; the Defeated Soldier's heart was beating violently, which instead pumped more blood out from the severed wrist, making this Defeated Soldier's face turn pale and his lips lose all color.

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