Chapter four hundred and eighty-ninth called battle against attack
The two grand captains were not in a hurry to order a strong attack. Apart from the fact that there were firebirds and bone dragons wandering outside the town, their regiments were also quickly deployed in sequence.
The shield soldiers were at the front, followed by the spearmen, and then the archers. The loud chants came one after another, exaggerating the tense atmosphere of the approaching battle.
Not to mention ordinary mercenaries, even the Demon Power Guards looked solemn when they looked at the two awesome-looking super beasts.
The firebird was only the size of a thrush. It landed on a crooked tree and combed its wings slowly, but no one dared to underestimate him. The feathers condensed by flames were proof of its great strength.
On the ground, the bone dragon lay at the entrance of the town, its eyes were burning green flames, and as it looked, a breath of the undead filled the air. The mercenaries it swept across felt their spines tingle, as if they were suddenly in a cold winter.
"What kind of virtue and ability does this guy have? He actually got two super beasts?"
The leader of the savages would be jealous to death. If he had this strength, he could have owned a large territory and become a grand duke.
The chants became louder. It was not that the mercenaries were fearless, but they were using this method to dispel the timidity in their hearts. They were able to fight against the super beasts and form their formations without collapse, which proved their elite qualities.
Dwayne Johnson rode on a Sherman, holding the Fox of the West flag representing Downton, and walked out of the town. Behind him were three hundred ogre warriors wearing helmets and armor.
Then there are the ordinary ogre soldiers.
"puff!"
Seeing this group of natives carrying mace clubs and stone hammers inlaid with iron nails, the savage leader couldn't help but laugh.
"This is really shabby and shabby!"
The usually taciturn Indian leader also made a rare joke. He was actually deliberately belittling the enemy and cheering up his subordinates.
In their hearts, the two captains were a little envious. With the size of the ogre alone, if he trained a little and was willing to invest in equipment and armor, he would be able to dominate even if he was just a cannon fodder.
“It’s so delicious.”
"Wild nature is difficult to tame and difficult to discipline."
"There are also racial conflicts. These ogres will cause trouble when they come out, but if they are locked up in a military camp, they will definitely riot if it goes on for a long time."
Several deputy commanders and staff members whispered, analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the hilly native legions. In fact, this is a cliché. In the final analysis, it is still a question of cost-effectiveness. They have no dungeons, and every copper in their wallets is spent with blood and sweat.
How can the money earned be spent on hilly natives whose loyalty is questionable? It is not as useful as cultivating human soldiers.
“There’s money to burn!”
Rob curled his lips. The others believed it, but then they became excited. After capturing Downton, wouldn't his wealth belong to them?
Behind the ogres is the Bugbear Corps, about 500 of them, all captured by Johnson when he robbed the ogre tribe.
These guys are generally two meters tall, with big shoulders and round waists. They are also good-looking, but it is a pity that they are not in the eyes of the two major mercenary groups.
The ignored bugbears tried their best to straighten their chests and abdomen, and put on a powerful posture, but it was a pity that it was useless, because one by one, armed to the teeth, the tin cans came out of the town.
The barbarians appeared, and Downton obtained 1,500 sets of warrior light infantry armor and 800 sets of heavy infantry armor from Polusna's armory, which were enough to arm these polar warriors.
"What's going on? When did that civilian get another regiment?" The savage leader's expression darkened because he sensed a dangerous aura from this regiment.
Although there was no neat queue or unison of footsteps, the silent posture and the pair of slightly dark red bloodshot pupils on the armor all revealed a heart-stopping aura.
Gudu!
The mercenaries all swallowed their saliva in unison.
This is the standard equipment of the St. Judrania Empire. It was designed by a top tailor master. It has both beauty and defense. The black armor has sharp edges and corners. Under the calm and low-key appearance, it is the kind of empire that has tens of thousands of people.
The dignified beauty of years of history is integrated into it.
"I, Di Polo, are actually equipped with standard equipment? Where did he get it from?" The staff couldn't help but exclaimed, staring at the chest of the armor.
There should have been imperial emblems there, but they were all scratched at this time.
"Private buying and selling of arms is a capital crime!"
Cramer roared, but everyone knew it was fart. If a small lord did this, he would be dead. But with Downton's current power, who is qualified to punish him? Even the Duke of the West doesn't take him seriously.
Already.
"Could it be that Saint Laurent sold it to him?" Rob asked. Everyone had already obtained detailed information about Downton, and he had a good relationship with Andrea.
"Why do I think this looks like Saint Jutland-style military armor?" A staff officer from Jutland couldn't help but muttered.
"Never mind the origin, how sure do you think it is?" There was such an additional variable, which made the leader of the savages feel very bad.
The staff officers did not answer immediately, but stared at the group of soldiers carefully. In their left hands they held a warrior double-layered tower shield as high as half a man, in their right hand a battle axe, and a warrior dagger hung on their waist.
It is so well-armed that if one's own mercenaries bite it, a few of their teeth will be broken.
"Huh? These aren't barbarians, are they?" Kramer called out, "Look at their battle axes?"
"I, Di Polo, where did these barbarians come from?"
"Why would they give Downton a fight?"
"It's not easy to deal with. I guess they are the ones we met this time."
The staff officers couldn't figure it out. Barbarians were the best fighting slaves, so except for the areas north of the frozen soil of the North, they had almost captured all the slave traders. It was difficult to see them. Moreover, with their natural character of plundering,
Nor will he surrender to a human being.
Although the barbarians are relatively conservative and retain the tribal style of dressing, they are not idiots. They wear armor and are happy to see their teeth but not their eyes.
When the warrior suits were handed out, the barbarians were excited and caressed the armors. Many people expressed on the spot that they wanted to pass them on as family heirlooms, and at the same time they were even more devoted to Downton.
In the Western Continent, iron equipment is always valuable, especially for these races that cannot smelt and forge. Obtaining a set of equipment is the greatest wealth left to future generations.
Behind the barbarians was the Orc Foreign Legion. At this time, they all looked envious. They ignored the mercenary group arrayed a hundred meters away and stared at the armor on the barbarians. They almost couldn't pull their eyes out.
When they saw this scene yesterday, half of the orcs immediately said that if they got a set of armor, they would die to serve Downton.
"You can go grab it. The loot you get after killing the enemy with your own hands belongs to you. I don't want any commission."
According to the rules of the mercenary world, these people must hand over 30% of the trophies they get to their employers. After all, it was the employer's main force that defeated the enemy, but Downton was too lazy to take it.
In fact, Downton was angry that these guys didn't work hard, otherwise with his generous character, he would never be stingy with this thing. However, he didn't say anything, as long as the orcs performed well, he would reward the warrior suits.
Downton came out riding the Green Goblin. Next to him were Andrea and Rosicky, and behind them was a magic group of nearly a hundred people.
In order to avoid suspicion, Hannah blended in among them.
"I didn't realize that Downton actually hid such a surprise force." Vieri curled his lips and felt slightly sad. The power Downton had shown had already surpassed his family.
Fanny was silent. She had lost her last sense of superiority in front of Downton.
"Don't underestimate it, I really chose the wrong person!"
Hannah sighed. Downton had grown up too fast, making her feel that her first ten years of life had been in vain.
"This boy, how many other trump cards have you hidden?"
Standing on the second floor of a private house, Melissa stared at Downton's back and grabbed the curtains so hard that her knuckles turned white. She felt that she had been cheated.
"Just a meal and a few thousand gold coins made a group of barbarians follow you wholeheartedly?" Andrea heard Downton's introduction, but she still felt a little unreal. Downton's character was also unreal.
That's great, "But aren't you afraid of being cheated?"
"You will only lose a few thousand gold coins by cheating, but if you succeed, you will get a loyal subordinate. As for this regiment, to be honest, I have never thought about it." Downton was very happy. With the addition of the barbarian army, he
The real trump card does not need to be revealed immediately.
"Downton, do you dare to compete head-on with my regiment?" The leader of the savage group lightly knocked on the horse's belly and stepped out of the crowd. Then he stretched out his hand to shout at the team behind him, "You don't need to use the Guards regiment, as long as the ordinary regiment fights,
Do you dare?"
"What tricks is this guy playing?" Jackson frowned, "Master, don't be fooled!"
"An attack? If you send the same number of people, I will agree!" Downton replied loudly.
"Haha, I think you are also a person, why are you so naive?" the savage leader mocked, "If I attack with all my strength, the number of people will be more than this."
"Promise him!" Rosicky reminded in a low voice.
"Okay, I don't care. Just don't get too anxious when the time comes." Downton shrugged his shoulders, "Then prepare yourself. How about the battle starts in three minutes?"
"no problem!"
The savage leader returns.
"How can you agree?" Jackson complained.
"Use your brain, okay? If we attack with all our strength, the barbarian army will still have to deal with the opponent's army, but there are no Firebirds and Bone Dragon raiding formations. Once there is a mistake, it will be doomed." Downton rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I believe that with the strength of the barbarians and ogre corps, we can crush them." Rosicky clenched his fists, "If my prediction is correct, they should want to get rid of us trash first, and then concentrate all
Force against the Firebird."
"They must think that our purpose is to clear out the trash fish first and then attack the firebirds!" A staff officer laughed, their tactics are not that simple.
"Can you ensure that the regiment will win?" The two captains frowned. They didn't pay attention to the ogre regiment at all. The trouble was with the barbarian regiment.
"No problem, we are working together with multiple arms." The deputy commanders were full of confidence, "Look at those guys, they can't even arrange the most basic battle formations!" (To be continued...)