Munich has been particularly quiet these past two days.
Life seems to be back on track. People are busy with their work and living step by step.
The topic of the mercenary battle is still going on, but it is much lower than the previous two days. After all, for the Lulian people, this is not something to be happy about. Every time it is mentioned, everyone just
Shaking his head, he sighed.
After a series of moves by the nobles, Leo seemed to be stunned.
This young hero in the hearts of the Lulians is still a bit younger after all. Having just been promoted to earl, he seems to be completely unadapted to the world of aristocrats.
The alliance of thirty-one nobles, more generous salaries and benefits, and the clamor of seeking repayment for favors that are now spreading throughout the city have left this newbie among the nobles with no room for counterattack.
In the past two days, the recruitment office at the south gate has become a decoration.
Except for Landero and more than twenty mercenaries who signed up on the first day, no more people gathered under the banner of the Knights of the Southern Cross.
A knighthood of more than twenty people?
This has become a joke when chatting with nobles from other places.
What's worse is that Leo has not shown up until now. He has not even made any counterattack. This has made the situation one-sided. Even those who have confidence in Leo can only do it at this time.
Remain silent amid the sighs.
If during these two days, everyone was still looking forward to Leo's counterattack, then when several troops appeared at the south gate of Munich at noon on the third day, people knew that this battle would
, there is no longer any suspense.
There were seven armies in total that appeared at the south gate of Munich. They came from the imperial capital, Sinasili, Saxony, Venia, Anthos, Atlan and the province of Pegasus in the central and eastern part of the empire.
Each army is composed of as few as three or five, as many as twenty or thirty noble lords. The total number of seven armies is as many as one hundred thousand.
These armies originally came to participate in the demonic war. However, the war was already over while they were still on the road.
Logically speaking, except for the armies of Saxony, Sinasili and Atlan, which are relatively close to each other, and have already traveled more than half of their journey, they can continue to Lulian for rest and replenishment before returning, others such as the Imperial Capital, Ansos, and Venia
and Peijia's army should return the same way.
However, when people rushed to the south gate of Munich and looked down, they saw a series of military camps and almost all the flags of the southward reinforcements they knew.
If you look closely, you can find that most of these 100,000 troops are from Saxony, Sinasili and Atlan. However, the number of troops in Ansos and other places is very small. Under some heraldic flags,
Down below, there were only three or five tents, and there were only about a dozen people.
Troops from different regions, different distances, and different routes appeared in Munich at the same time, and they were all concentrated at the south gate of Munich, where they should not have appeared. Anyone who is not an idiot will know why.
Sure enough, at two o'clock in the afternoon, dozens of noble carriages with different coats of arms drove out of the south gate of Munich. After a prayer time, news came that the arriving troops of nobles from other places and their families would arrive tomorrow.
In the morning, a grand ceremony of reinforcements entering the city was held.
Its intention is obvious!
At this moment, the city walls were already crowded with people.
People looked at the continuous military camps and the groups of knights with bright clothes and angry horses, pointing and talking.
"******, this is a show of force!" A Lulian civilian cursed angrily, "Who doesn't know what their intentions are? Aren't they just here to support their people?"
"Yeah," another person said: "When we were fighting against the devil, they didn't move so fast. I heard that many of these guys were dawdling on the road, and they would set up camp after walking less than 20 kilometers a day. Really
If we had counted on them, we would have been doomed long ago."
"Isn't that so? You see, even people from Anthos are here now," an old man snorted coldly. "If I guessed correctly, they must have used the Sky Magic Ship to fly to Saxony and then catch up with Saxony."
The army came here together. Moreover, the strongest guys were chosen."
"These guys really spared no effort to compete for soldiers."
"However, although these guys are very annoying, their trick is indeed very effective. Look, isn't that team of knights the heavy armored knights of Venia? And over there, Pegasus' most famous
Dragon Sword Knights. Look at their knights, all of their mounts are seventh-level red-tailed terrain dragons."
"Compared with others, Leo..."
"Alas, it seems he is destined to lose."
"It goes without saying that everyone in the city is saying that the first guys who joined the Knights of the Southern Cross were fools who were deceived, and the next guy to join is a fool..."
"..."
Not far from the crowd, Bolong listened quietly, but looked at Landreaux beside him, his face a little ugly. Around the two of them, there were dozens of high-level mercenaries and mercenary groups from different mercenary groups.
The elders were whispering and looking furtively this way.
"Did you hear that?" Bolong said.
Landreaux nodded calmly, "Of course."
Bo Long couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and raised his voice slightly, "Don't you think it's embarrassing to be called a fool?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed under the city wall: "Look, look carefully! Look at those flags, look at those coats of arms, and look at those people. Not to mention your so-called knights, there are only about twenty of you.
Even if Leo has a bright future, how many years will it take for him to reach this level?"
The mercenaries were silent.
Regardless of which side one leans towards, standing at the top of the city at this moment, everyone has to admit that the shock brought by the scene in front of them is too strong.
Mercenaries and the army are completely different.
Mercenaries are free. They can be in Saxony today and may be in Lullian tomorrow. They have familiar friends in mission halls everywhere, and they can easily sneak into a tavern to drink happily and chat with their rough and rude colleagues.
enraptured.
But when performing tasks, most of them are dispatched in the form of small teams. There are many mercenaries who even work alone all year round and do not keep company with others.
Even for some very large S-level missions, when several mercenary groups work together, they each form a small team and only cooperate when necessary.
To put it bluntly, mercenaries are always in disarray.
Even the most well-organized and disciplined mercenary groups do not have the ability to fight collectively. This is the essential difference between them and the army.
The mercenaries themselves know this very well. Therefore, when they decide to join the war against the demons, their first thought is to join a strong and trustworthy army. On the battlefield, only such an army is the best choice.
Guarantee of victory.
No one will play with their own lives.
If an army is not strong enough, then if you join it, the future outcome is almost foreseeable.
Not to mention fighting against the demons, even in the turbulent political whirlpool of the Solan Empire, there may be no survivors.
But what does a truly powerful army look like?
In the past, everyone has heard many legends about the army. How they broke through the enemy formations, how they galloped and were invincible. Many mercenaries knew these famous armies very well. Those classic battles were often talked about with excitement.
, or get red-faced.
However, it was not until now when we stood on the city wall and saw the heraldic flags that everyone realized that what they knew before was still too superficial.
The real army is what you see in front of you.
It is this kind of situation that is spread out in front of you, filled with boundless chills; it is this kind of military camp that is just a simple tent, and it is just a team of knights galloping, and it exudes the smell of cold steel; it is this kind of distant feeling.
Looking at it, it's like a silent war drum that beats the heart and makes the blood pump violently!
When the forest of lances line up neatly, pointing to the sky. When the war horses begin to gallop, from small steps to long strides. When the thunderous sound of horse hooves is deafening. When the oncoming wind blows over the body. When the enemy formation is in
My eyes zoomed in, as the lance pierced the flesh and the horse's hooves trampled the corpse...
Let me ask, who doesn’t want to be one of them?
And are these things that a so-called knighthood that still exists in fantasy and exists in notices in deserted recruiting offices can possess?
As Bolong said, even if Leo has a bright future, how long will it take for him to build a truly powerful army?
Among the armies under the city, which one has not experienced hundreds of battles? Which one has a long history and tradition, and has accumulated many glorious victories?
Just like the old horse among mercenaries.
Without years of adventure experience, without the experience of walking between life and death again and again, without the scars on the body and the pain of loneliness, hunger, and losing companions, who has the right to call himself Lao Ma?
For a moment, everyone turned their attention to Landero.
As the first and currently only group of people to join the Knights of the Southern Cross, everyone wants to know what Landero is thinking right now.
In his heart, did he have any regrets, even a little bit?
"To be honest," Landreaux said, meeting Bolong's gaze, "I can't answer your question. I don't know what Leo will build the Knights of the Southern Cross into, nor do I know the future of this Knights.
how."
Under everyone's surprised gaze, he paused, and then said firmly: "But what I know is, don't look at Leo with the same eyes as ordinary people."
"Hey..." Bolong sneered.
However, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Landreaux: "What I am saying is not empty words, but what I and many people here have done with our lives when they came out of the abyss alive.
The awareness of coming back.”
As he spoke, Landero turned his head and looked around.
In the crowd, the faces of the several mercenary captains were not very good-looking, but the mercenaries who had fought side by side, Olivia, Wood, Sanchez, Xia Zuo... everyone looked at him with their eyes.
, full of recognition that only they understand.
A smile appeared on Landreaux's lips.
He knew that during this period, they had been arguing with their companions in the mercenary group, and had been trying to persuade everyone to join the Knights of the Southern Cross. Although judging from the current situation, their voices were very weak, but every time they
No one gave up.
"You weren't there at that time," Landro looked at Bolong and the other mercenary captains and said, "You don't know that when we were at our most desperate, we saw Leo take down that level 12 demon.
The mood I felt when he was taken away. From then on, we spent every minute and every second fighting for him."
"Of course, you can't know how we felt when we saw him coming back sitting on the devil's shoulders. Do you know what that is? That is all your hard work and fighting, and it is not in vain. And your expectations
, what we got in the end was a miracle.”
"Indeed, Leo is very young. If I had married early, my children would be almost as old as him. Among us mercenaries, a young man of this age is just a rookie. But, you touch your heart and ask seriously
Ask yourself, is he really a rookie?"
"When you faced the thousands of demons outside the abyss and felt desperate. When those demons suddenly retreated, didn't you feel happy and happy? Although you have not seen him fight with your own eyes,
But all of this was brought about by him.”
This was perhaps the longest thing Landero had said after leaving the abyss. So much so that Bolong and others were unable to recover for a while.
"I am not worried at all about the future of such a person." Finally, Landreaux looked around, then pointed at the army under the city, and said loudly, "I trust him far more than I trust these people! No matter what their flags carry,
Whatever glory we have, that is all in the past. The Knights of the Southern Cross will be the future!"
After saying that, he took a deep look at Bo Long, squeezed out of the crowd, and strode away.
In the crowd, Olivia, Wood and more than a dozen mercenaries looked at each other and followed them one after another. On the city wall, only a few mercenary captains were left looking at each other in silence. . . . .(