"Woo————!"

"Woo————!"

The huge metal copper horn, which required two strong soldiers to carry, was set up on the bow of the warship. The naked man took a deep breath and attached the mouthpiece.

A long and deep sound came from the horn, and at the same time, the big man standing behind the horn raised the drumstick in his hand high,

"Dong-dong-dong-dong-"

With the dull sound of drums that beat the beating of the heart, and with the sound of horns, thousands of Ionian Amystan Legions were lined up on the beach on the coast.

The second battlefield was officially opened on the southern coast of Hubei Province, and the attack on the Ionians was launched.

The shouts went straight into the clouds, and the shocking murderous intent gathered. The seabirds lingering on the mast in the distance shrieked in fear and fled away.

The bright sunshine shines directly on the red and black armor, and shines on the ferocious faces of the Noxian soldiers. Looking from the sky, the Noxians are like locusts, waving their weapons and shouting, in twos and threes.

They formed a small team and rushed straight towards the village, which was only a few miles away from the coast and where smoke could be seen with the naked eye.

The sound of the horn stretched for miles, and the signal of war was immediately transmitted to the village.

In the village, dozens of strong men, holding hoes and forks and wearing simple armor, shouted to the old, weak, women and children in the village to retreat north, and ran quickly to the towers and stone houses erected at the entrance of the village.

As early as half a month ago, many people in the village evacuated to the north. Now, apart from some old people who are nostalgic for their homeland, those who remain here are some passionate men who do not want to see their hometown destroyed. There are about a hundred of them.

People go up and down.

Compared to the thousands of Noxian armored torrents, they looked so small,

But they have made up their mind to live or die with the village.

On the coast, the cool sea breeze rolled up the big sails, and a row of four large ships dropped huge anchors. On the huge warship in the center, a large flag stood behind the bow, and two flag bearers worked together to hold the huge wooden stake.

upright,

The large scroll was fluttering in the wind. On the large scroll made of the most expensive silk in Noxus, the words "Amistan" were displayed on it. The light golden texture, if you look closely, was actually made of expensive gold.

Make lines.

Under the banner, a group of people stood at the bow of the ship, surrounding a female general.

The female general wore a thick velvet coat and a bright red cloak wrapped around her body to block the sea breeze. On the helmet made of black stone, there were brocade feathers made of the most precious feathers of the Vastaya Feather Clan. Bright feathers

Swaying slightly with the wind,

The female general, who was about thirty years old, held the bow of the ship with one hand and a crystal telescope in the other, looking at the village in the distance.

The Noxian soldiers rushed towards the village like ferocious beasts,

They pushed away the horse, but fell into a trap that the villagers had prepared, and were stabbed to pieces with huge wooden awls. At this time, the villagers would rush out screaming and holding spears, and they would be unable to move.

soldiers stabbed him to death.

However, these were unable to stop the Noxians' attack at all, and the blood only aroused their bloody nature even more.

The soldiers in the front row held up large shields to resist the arrows coming from the wooden tower. Several soldiers followed up. The Noxian crossbow arrows in the distance took the opportunity to shoot vicious crossbow bolts when the young man on the tower was panicking, seizing the opportunity.

took his life,

The tower was then pushed down by soldiers.

One place after another, compared to the Noxians, the young people in this village based on the coast are far inferior in terms of weapons, armor, and organization.

many,

As soon as they met the man wielding a knife and fork, the ferocious Noxian soldiers chopped him down like a melon or a vegetable.

The blood dyed the clothes red, soaked the ground, and the village was filled with smoke.

After watching it for a while, the female general lost interest, put away the telescope, handed it to the female soldier beside her, tightened her cloak, frowned and cursed: "This is the damn weather."

The crowd gathered behind them parted ways, and the female general led a group of people straight back to the war room in the warship. They warmed themselves by a warm fire and sat on the large chairs with three layers of cushions. They waited until everyone had entered.

After entering the room and sitting down, he said lazily:

"These vulgar island barbarians are simply vulnerable. The military personnel also ordered me to occupy Baru'e for three months. Hmm, if you ask me, it won't even take a month."

"That's right, General. These people are just some improvised farmers and fishermen. Maybe they didn't even touch a sword a few days ago. I really don't know why the military sent us here instead of to Navoli."

A female staff officer sitting at the bottom spoke with contempt, which attracted the agreement of many people in the room, which was also mixed with some people's dissatisfaction with the Imperial Military.

In their view, these people were completely vulnerable, and the Amystan Legion was stationed in the northern border of the empire and had been fighting the barbarians in the north for several years. It was simply overqualified to be mobilized here.

"Maybe it's the idea of ​​some people in the military. Those people have always looked down on us. They think that we have one less organ and two more lumps of flesh than they do, so we should be left on a remote battlefield. We can't even handle these knives.

fisherman."

A female staff officer sneered. Her words aroused the dissatisfaction of more people in the room. The room was in chaos for a while. Several female generals under Amistan's command were scratching their necks, and all kinds of vulgar words were spit out from their mouths.

All dissatisfaction with the Imperial Military.

Standing behind Amystan, the female officer wearing a red and black armor looked at the war room that looked like a street market and couldn't help but frowned.

"Okay!" Amystan, who was sitting at the front, frowned and spoke softly as he listened to the increasingly vulgar words spoken by his soldiers.

As soon as the words came out, the room suddenly became quiet. Everyone seemed to have their necks stuck and fell silent. They all sat upright on their chairs and looked at Amystan.

Seeing this scene, Amystan's expression softened a lot, and he said: "These words, just complain a few words here, we are soldiers of the empire, we should obey the orders of the military, be loyal to the empire, and be loyal to the commander-in-chief.

Your Excellency, this mission was personally ordered by Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, and was directly communicated by the Military Department.

Although the Ionians who reached me are vulnerable, we still cannot take it lightly. Just a few days ago, the Itami battle group was completely wiped out in this sea area. This shows that Ionia is not

It’s as simple as we see, so be alert when you lead troops!”
Chapter completed!