More than a hundred kilometers away from the border, barbarians from various tribes began to assemble. Such a large-scale army assembly naturally failed to hide the magic reconnaissance of the border guardian mages.

The dense camp tents and the barbarians who came from all sides frightened the reconnaissance mage, and Viscount Namisha received the news immediately.

When hearing the number of tents, the veteran, who had been storms, couldn't help but be shocked. It was only the early stage of the gathering of barbarians. A day later, the number of barbarians from various tribes was completed, and the number of barbarians was even more terrifying than it is now.

Viscount Namicha hurriedly sent an emergency request for help to His Majesty the King of King Rowe.

After receiving the message of asking for help, the king just smiled slightly and wrote back to Viscount Namisha to hold on for two days, and reinforcements from White Fort were about to arrive.

According to the agreement between Baines Twenty-third and the White Dragon Lord, the White Fort army will officially enter the battlefield three days after the war begins.

During these three days, the barbarians could cause certain losses to the Kingdom of Rowe, but they were still within controllable range. During this period, the comprehensive abilities of the four princes will be greatly tested, which is also the test question for Baynes Twenty-third to choose the next king.

On the other hand, the upcoming troops of the overseas archipelago have been assembled. In order to overwhelm the barbarians in terms of military strength, the White Dragon Lord sent out 10,000 ogres, 100,000 werewolfs, and a thousand fishman night walkers, plus the auxiliary soldiers responsible for logistics, the total number is as high as more than 100,000.

In terms of number, the number of White Fort army is far less than that of the barbarians, but in terms of combat power, the army of White Fort and the barbarians are very different.

The lowest threshold for the gnoll troops in White Fort is professionals. With the original racial talent of the gnolls, any gnoll in the army can fight against the middle-level human professions. In large-scale group battles, the well-equipped and prohibited army has an absolute advantage.

Ten thousand ogres are all full of heavy armor, which can be called human-shaped tanks. In terms of melee combat, a four-meter-long standard mace swept across the battlefield. In terms of long-range, these fat men who are generally four meters tall and have amazing brute force thrown spears that are comparable to those of the crossbows.

As for the horse battles that barbarians are best at, the gnoll cavalry riding hyenas are not worthy of barbarians, and the hyenas that act as mounts are also considered a combat unit. The barbarian horses are naturally at a disadvantage in the face of ferocious hyenas.

At this time, the more than 100,000 people had already assembled in the isolated military zone. Large military transport ships were lined up with the docks. Just after the last batch of military supplies were prepared, they immediately rushed to the battlefield.

After the last batch of materials were prepared, the horn of the expedition was sounded.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Amid the vast sound of trumpets, teams of werewolves and ogres gathered together, lined up in marching, walked out of the barracks, and headed towards the large military transport ships on the dock.

On twenty military docks, large three-masted transport ships lined up, swallowing up teams of soldiers, and after filling them, they set sail. The transport ships lined up behind immediately filled the space, everything was in order, like an assembly line on a factory.

Around the large three-masted transport ship that was riding the wind and waves, teams of fishmen paraded back and forth to prevent the transport ship from being attacked.

The highest commander of this military operation, the werewolf, Hog River claw, stroked the blade with one hand, stood at the bow of the flagship ship, and looked at the four dragons ringing flags that were roaring in the sea breeze, and was extremely proud in his heart, so that the Kingdom of Yafiavi was fighting for it.

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After receiving the king's reply, Viscount Namisha breathed a sigh of relief and understood why His Majesty the King took the initiative to provoke the barbarians. With the assistance of the army of the Yafiavi Kingdom, which had excellent combat power, the result of this battle was already destined.

The Kingdom of Rowe will win!

Viscount Namisha strengthened this belief in his heart and immediately began to think about the current situation.

The time of sailing and the time of land marching, it takes three days for the White Fort army to arrive on the battlefield. During these three days, the Kingdom of Rowe will face the angry army of barbarians alone.

The distant water cannot stop the near thirst. In these days, the Kingdom of Loway could only rely on itself. How to preserve its strength to the greatest extent and reduce the losses of the Kingdom of Loway was the problem that this excellent commander thought about.

After thinking about it, the barbarians had an absolute advantage in numbers, but lacked siege equipment, so defending according to the city was the safest way.

But if the city is blindly occupied and guarded, the barbarians leaped across the border and went to the mainland to destroy it wantonly, this situation is not something that Viscount Namixia wants to see.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Just as Viscount Namisha frowned and picked up his pen to plan on the map, a rapid alarm bell rang.

This was a warning from the soldiers on duty on the city tower. Viscount Namisha was shocked and quickly put down the pen in his hand, picked up the sword placed beside the table, and walked quickly towards the city wall.

Passing through the panicked people, Viscount Namicha climbed the city tower and saw smoke rising from afar, which was the smoke produced when a large number of horses ran.

Based on the range of smoke and dust, the experienced Viscount Namisha judged that the number of enemies was no less than 30,000, and his face was solemn.

"Send the order!"

"Open the warehouse, prepare the arrows and distribute them to the soldiers!"

"Replenish all military horses with high quality forage!"

"Notify the First, Second, and Third Cavalry Regiments! Gather and prepare for guerrilla out of the city!"

“….”

Behind the Viscount, one by one, the commanders took the order, ran down the city wall quickly, and rode their horses to all sides in the city.

As the order was issued, the fat quarrel officer carried a long string of keys and a team of young and strong men with empty hands, opened the doors of one warehouse after another. The young and strong men moved out the war supplies in the warehouse and placed neatly on the wooden cart outside the door.

The supplies on the cart were piled up higher and higher, and the wheels wrapped in iron creaked. After a cart was full, the veteran who was rushing the cart waved the whip in his hand and whipped the butt of the horse pulling the cart.

The horses pulled a loaded cart and ran towards the city wall on the open street, and the cart behind them filled the empty space.

The veteran sat on the edge of the cart and felt that the speed was slow, so he waved his whip. After the alarm bell rang, the residents on the street quickly returned home and closed their doors, so the street was empty at this time, and there was no need to worry about hitting people when the cart ran.

Due to the full load, the slow horse was very slow, and the cavalry riding a steed horse occasionally surpassed the slow horse pulling a cart.

Although it was not as fast as the cavalry, the speed of the slow horse was still faster than that of the hiking soldiers. They crossed the soldiers running along the street, and the carts transporting arrows rushed to the city wall not far away.

Seeing this, the soldiers in charge of logistics quickly divided a team of men to carry bundles of arrows on the chariot, and bundles of arrows were carried onto the city wall by the soldiers.

On the stairs of the city walls, soldiers carrying supplies leaned inward and upward, soldiers walking downward with empty hands rushed downward. The two passed by without affecting each other's actions at all.

A cart was just evacuated, and the veteran who drove the cart waved his whip again, and the horse pulled the cart and ran towards the warehouse again.

Under the tall city walls, horse breeders used bean bran to feed the cavalry's horses. In order to deal with the possible cavalry war, these military horses needed to replenish a lot of energy and ate rare essences.

After the assembly, these knights of the army and horse sat in rows under the corner of the wall, chewing on the jerky that had just been sent with strong wine or water.

Like horses, cavalry also needed meat to replenish their physical strength. They bite the jerky meat in their hands, as if they were the enemy's flesh and blood, and poured a sip of water or strong wine from time to time.

The spicy liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach and intestines. A soldier raised his head and exhaled a white breath, making a satisfying sound.

The soldier's face turned slightly red, and he shook the military kettle in his hand. He listened to the small half bottle of fine wine left, smacked his lips, and hung the kettle around his waist with reluctance.

If it were normal times, he would definitely have to stop drunk, but the battle was about to come, so he must not be greedy for the cup.

Because it is located in the north and the weather is cold, people in the north have a tradition of drinking to keep the cold. It is not prohibited to drink in the border guarding army. However, if you are drunk and cannot go to the battlefield, then the commander will cut off the drunk guy's head to warn him.

After eating and drinking, the soldier pulled out the long sword from his waist and wiped the sword edge with the corner of his clothes, so gentle that he seemed to caress the pretty face of his lover.

Weapons are the second life of warriors. It is the tradition of warriors to wipe weapons before the warriors and pray to the gods they believe in.

Some of them pray that they can defeat the enemy and make achievements and titles, while others only pray that they can survive. No matter how bad they are, they pray that after their death, God will send envoys as soon as possible to pick up their souls to the eternal kingdom.

Above the prayers, the soldiers in the city had no time to pray. They watched the smoke and dust getting closer and closer, and their hearts were pounding. Even veterans could not help but beating faster before going to the battlefield.

At the feet of the soldiers, several bundles of arrows were neatly placed, and a few large stones were piled up at the corners of the city wall behind them. Although the barbarians lacked large siege equipment, there were still ladders with simple craftsmanship, and the barbarians had to guard against the hooks.

With the help of a complete command system, Midolan Fortress where Viscount Namicha is located is ready for combat.

The infantry were wearing standard chain armor, and the cavalry also stood beside their war horses. Because the enemy was a barbarian, most of the border guards in the Kingdom of Loway were light cavalry, and the most common infantry and auxiliary soldiers occupied the other half of the share.

At this time, in addition to the emergency forces and backup troops, the infantry stood on the city wall, standing with Viscount Namisha, the highest commander of the border guards, watching the barbarian team getting closer and closer.

The barbarian team had already appeared in the sight of the soldiers. Tens of thousands of barbarians riding horses scattered and rushed straight towards the Midolan Fortress. The sound of horse hooves shook the sky. Judging from this posture, it seemed that they wanted to surround the Midolan Fortress.

However, this is not the case. When the cavalry runs, they will raise a lot of dust. If they run in a long queue, the knights behind will inhale a lot of dust. No one can stand it. Therefore, the formation of the cavalry when they rush to go is as shaped as one.

Oh oh oh ~!

Not long after, the soldiers on the city wall heard the barbarian-like battle cry among the sound of horse hooves.

Viscount Namisha had a serious expression.

"Order the first, second and third knights to leave the city and scatter into the wilderness."

"yes!"

As the order was conveyed, the back door of the Midolan Fortress opened wide, and the three knights named came out one after another and ran towards the vast forests of the Kingdom of Rowe.

The Kingdom of Loway set up five military fortresses on the border with the barbarians, and 100,000 border guards were scattered among the five fortresses, protecting the mainland of Loway to the greatest extent.

The Midolan Fortress is the middle of the five fortresses and is also the command center of the border guard team. There are six cavalry regiments in the Midolan Fortress, each with two thousand cavalry regiments.

On weekdays, six knights rotate to patrol the border to prevent small groups of barbarians from sneaking into the mainland to destroy.

But at this time, the large barbarians attacked, and their actions of being weak and dispersing their power were undoubtedly stupid. Viscount Namicha concentrated all six cavalry regiments.

The barbarians lacked siege equipment, but their strength was superior. Viscount Namisha speculated that the barbarians would adopt the strategy of siege but not attacking, blocking the border guards in the city, and then sent barbarian teams to bypass the city, plunder the villages on the border of the Kingdom of Rowe, and forcing the defending troops out of the city to fight.

Instead of being forced to go out of the city to fight, it is better to distribute some of the troops in advance and scatter into the mountains and forests of the country to attack the passing barbarian teams. The cavalry hidden in the forests can also intimidate the enemy.

The remaining troops in the city are enough to defend the fortress. The remaining three cavalry regiments serve as strategic deterrent. After the arrival of the White Fort army, they can also attack the barbarians who infiltrate the kingdom.

Viscount Namisha sighed. Although there were scattered cavalry intimidation, there were too many villages in the kingdom and they could not be protected at all.

Fortunately, the villagers were notified in advance and went to the nearest city to take refuge, but the monk could not run away from the temple, so the remaining villages were inevitably ruined by the barbarians.

Outside the range of crossbow arrows, the barbarian team was stationed in horses, lined up, screaming strangely, waving the weapons in their hands.

Because they come from different tribes, the common weapons of these barbarians are different. The most common ones are axes, scimitars, and spears. They look like a miscellaneous army, but the combat effectiveness of this miscellaneous army cannot be underestimated.

There is a reason why barbarians can become a traitor in the north. They are strong, good at riding, come and go like the wind, and have a ruthless fighting style. They dare to bite monsters in the wilderness when they get crazy. Most people are really not their opponents.

In the distance, a barbarian drove the horses under his crotch out of the line and ran towards the Midoran Fortress.

Under the gate of the Midoran Fortress, the strong barbarian with oil paint on his face stopped his horse and looked at the people pulling bows on the city wall with contempt.

"I am Permahan! The chief of the Muro clan! The leader of this army! Ask your chief to come out to talk!"

On the city wall, Viscount Namicha said aloud.

"I am the highest commander of the border guards in the Kingdom of Loway - Namisha Simir! Have something to say!"

"Namixia?! I've heard of you!"

Permahan's tone suddenly rose a little higher and he asked angrily.

"Who gives you the courage! He dares to massacre Sandonal's people! Do you dare to go out of the city to fight to the death with me?!"

"Don't dare!"

Viscount Namisha's natural tone made the barbarian chief choke, and he couldn't say any lines that were originally good at writing.
Chapter completed!