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"Go forward! Go forward! Follow the front and line up!!"[
"Asshole! Can't you tell the difference between left and right?!"
"You idiot! Where are you going and what are you doing?!"
"Damn it! Listen to me!!"
Locke's ears were filled to the brim with all kinds of abuse, roars, and complaints. Occasionally, among the devastating noise, he could still distinguish the whistling of a whip tearing through the air, the crisp sound of skin and flesh in close contact with various objects, and a few other sounds.
Screaming for mercy.
【Why is it like this?】
The waiter turned his eyes and looked around, experiencing the huge gap between his beautiful imagination and reality. The sense of dissonance and depression forced the young man to regurgitate a frustrated sigh from his stone-heavy stomach, settling questions in his abdomen.
In front of the young man who sighed silently and shook his head, a group of people wearing armor, leather armor, and ordinary cloth were walking on the dusty road.
It can only be called [crowd].
It’s hard to describe it as [Army].
It's too different from the awe-inspiring title that follows.
With dull eyes, dissatisfaction and even resentment, the crowd that barely maintains discipline and obedience by just scolding them with whips puts on military uniforms, picks up weapons, and forms a queue. It is not an army at all. If you can barely describe it, it may be driven away by the foreman.
The images of hard laborers or serfs are more appropriate for this marching team whose queue is on the edge of chaos and order.
After replacing the sickles, pitchforks, drill poles, and hammers with swords, shields, and spears, and then putting on soldiers' clothing, these people still look more like farmers than soldiers. These simple resets don't look very good.
The volunteers were the main component of the second crusade against the Niflheim Valley, and their work content was changed from cutting wheat and planting fields, building bridges and roads to killing Pointed Ears.
The armies described in the biographies of knights and poems that Locke read always maintained high morale. Relying on their pious and firm faith, they kept moving forward, killing ferocious pagans and orcs who slaughtered believers who did not deserve the people, even if they encountered strong enemies.
The last moment of a tenacious battle.
The young attendant witnessed the real army with his own eyes...
There is no so-called comparability at all. The last expedition team organized was much more pleasing to the eye than the group in front of me.
[They should at least be trained for a while.]
The opinions that I couldn't spit out were whispered in my stomach and then sank back.
——We don’t have that kind of time anymore! The count doesn’t have the face either!
Pierre's anxious and resentful answer revealed everything, leaving no room for refutation.[
The chilling autumn wind opened the gap between the armor and the cotton fabric, and a chilly chill passed over the restless body. His heavy steps stepped on the withered yellow leaves, making a "rustling" sound.
[Winter General] is getting closer and closer to Agen Tolaton. If the banditry in the Niflheim Valley is not solved this time, the next cleanup will have to wait until the beginning of spring next year. The bad guys are tightly protected by the snow-covered mountains.
The guys will become more difficult, and it will take more sacrifices and pain than now to eliminate this group of point-eared bandits.
No one likes to pay more to achieve their goals. Even though the glorious knights have always been very gentlemen, they still don't want to suffer unbearable losses when fighting heretics. The premise of defending honor with one's life is that it is worth the money, at least to win from the enemy.
The guy who takes his own life demands a high enough price, not the other way around.
At present, the new tactics and weapons of the Pointy Ears are still defensive in nature, which shows that their strength is not enough to support an attack. But what about when their strength is accumulated enough to take down Agen Tolaton?
This is a wild world. There are no rules of war in wars between different races. There are no international treaties signed by major powers but rarely observed. The only rules are the simple laws of the jungle. Humans will loot and massacre the fortresses and cities they conquer, and the orcs will also
Doing the same thing? What about elves?
No one dares to imagine how the victimized party will retaliate against the previous perpetrators, and generally they don’t want to think about it. After similar signs appear before their eyes, human beings know in their hearts what will happen.
A disaster.
Military, political, religious, property, civilization...disasters in all aspects, all kinds of collapse.
"We will not let the barbaric heretics enslave our children even if we die! Under the protection and guidance of the only Supreme Mother Goddess Marfa, we will surely defeat the evil race!!"
During the departure ceremony, Count Agentolaton pulled out his wand and made a grand oath. The nobles and knights who were moved by emotion responded one after another, pulling out their wands and swords and pointing to the sky. The passionate oath of "If you don't win, you would rather die" was shaken.
The atmosphere and the crowd.
The crowd who had not gotten along well with the grumpy soldiers before now burst into cheers. The new expedition team not only shoulders the important task of protecting everyone's safety, but also has many relatives, fathers, and sons in this 800-person team.
A wave of blessings and prayers for the victory and the safe return of their loved ones poured in.
In addition to trust and family affection, there is another reason that no one admits to cheering for.
Compared with the Mother Goddess who is [who is] and [is unable], this army in front of her is one of the more realistic supports for Ajan Tolaton. Only when they eliminate the damn pointed ears, will the days of fear end, [War
Only when the tax is collected will the collection be stopped, and the items that were forcibly purchased can be cashed based on that piece of paper.
No grasshopper on a rope can escape the heavy blow of failure.
In fact, the Knights Templar who attended the expedition ceremony are also relied on by the civilians, and are responsible for the last barrier of the Agen Tolat Pass. Everyone should treat different guardians equally. They should be concerned about whether they will go bankrupt due to military failure.
Rather than caring about whether the pointy ears would surprise the town, the ignorant people only gave their cheers and blessings to the expedition team protecting their investments. Many of the monastic knights of the church had very strange expressions at that time.
On the other hand, they were given too heavy responsibilities and expectations. The expedition team added unnecessary psychological pressure to their appearance. After the mental encouragement cooled down for a while, the pitchforks in their hands were replaced by swords, and they were far from qualified.
The recruits immediately showed various bad signs such as restlessness, depression and even desertion. The leading officer who supervised the recruits Danzi had to use a flexible whip, a solid scabbard, and a simple slap to coach these idiots who had maintained the heat for three minutes, and the situation was a little better.
get better.
What is even more worrying is the attitude of Count Argentolaton, who personally serves as the commander of the expedition team, towards various signs of instability.
The earl, who personally led the troops on the expedition, ordered the supervising officers to severely punish the soldiers who violated military discipline. Further instructions, such as reorganizing the formation and adjusting the position of the new recruits, were not mentioned at all.
The noble earl was not interested in dealing with invisible potential dangers. In the mind of the earl, a few idiot farmers had some confusion - this kind of "little thing" was not as important as arranging the camping site.
The Count of Agentolaton never expected that civilians who had touched weapons for a few days could take on the responsibility of the main force of the battle. That important task could only be handed over to the knights directly under the Count. The honor of the post-war victory and the gold mines of the valley belonged only to the great nobles.
The magician, specifically—himself.
The under-trained recruits have two tasks - to trigger the despicable trap with pointed ears. The magicians, including him, observe the specific phenomena, analyze the mysteries, and then discuss how to destroy the mysterious trap;
After sacrificing yourself and completing the data collection, make sure you still have enough troops to capture the Pointy Ears lair.
The earl, who had carefully studied the experience of the previous tragic defeat, also brought out the most elite troops under his command - 50 gryphon knights, who were responsible for aerial reconnaissance and annihilation of ambushers. Under the supervision of elite knights riding domesticated flying dangerous species,
Cowardly ambushers will have somewhere to hide and will become steaming fresh food for the gryphons.[
The Earl was very satisfied with the solid strategy he had formulated. With the power at hand, any form of resistance from Pointy Ear would be crushed and crushed.
The honor of the [Conqueror of Niflheim], the gold mines, and the serfs all belong to the wise Count Agentolaton after this crusade——
Filled with pride and excitement, the count added new items to his inventory.
It must be like this, there won't be any surprises.
As for the belief and blessing of the Mother Goddess... Apart from prayers and the need to use these words to inspire the soldiers' fighting consciousness, it can only be said that this high-level pentagonal wind and fire dual-attribute magician of the operational system has a limited belief in gods.
Just as he thought.
The Mother Goddess who only appears in religious classics and stories is not a good person who responds to requests. She is a smart Mother Goddess who only stands on the side of the winner.
The Earl's opponent's thoughts were quite similar to his. On the point of disrespecting the gods, the commanders of both warring parties had some common thoughts. If the relevant people in the church knew about it, they would not know what kind of wonderful expressions they should make.
"The total number of enemy troops on the ground is about 840, reconfirmation is complete!"
Private Fritz clung to the safety rope that fixed his body to prevent him from falling. The thick rope was a little uncomfortable. The scout, who was tightly packed in winter clothes and looked like smoked ham, repeated to his superiors.
[Sound Isolation Barrier] prevents sounds from spreading beyond the range of the effect. Even if you shout, you don’t have to worry about being heard by someone who shouldn’t hear it. Corporal Bell’s pointed ears wrapped under thick earmuffs are almost covered.
A deafening roar could be clearly heard in the freezing cold wind.
"With the addition of 50 gryphons, it's close to 900."
The retractable monocular telescope was stored in the fur coat. The white mist coming out of the mouth was blown away by the cold wind at a height of 4,000 meters in an instant. The black dragon's body was tilted at an angle of 60 degrees to the ground and returned to the level.
The situation is corrected together.
The scenery seen when sitting on the dragon's back changes from the yellow and green interlaced land painted with lines of activity like a colony of ants, and small dots like floating flies, to the normal state, with tightly fitting black scales, flat fleshy wing coverings, and sharp horns.
As the theme, the sky is so vast that the minds of residents on the ground are magnified, filling the field of vision.
The scenery away from the mundane disturbances is certainly magnificent and beautiful, but the elf passengers, who wrap their bodies tightly in thick and dangerous furs, are only focused on their tasks and preventing themselves from freezing to death, and have no leisure and leisure to appreciate the wonderful scenery.
Under the high tension of the impending war, few participants would enjoy that luxury, especially the defensive Elf side.
"The moving speed is about 7 kilometers per hour. At this speed, they can reach... the Dora 4 (or 4) area before dark. Lord Nidhogg, please report to the Commander-in-Chief."
After Bell's trembling words mixed with the up and down collision of his teeth, the ridges with long tubular horns undulated a few times, and the black dragon, which soared through the atmosphere relying on the omnipotent power of Mana, began to communicate with the distant place.
The columnar crystal attached to the dragon's forehead shone, and the power that defied the magic theory was assisting Nidhogg to establish a mental connection with his master, and the collected information was immediately shared with the rear.
"900...nearly 900 troops..."
Through the goggles, he looked down at the line of human beings crawling like caterpillars made of pieces of meat of different colors. The 11-year-old private, who had never seen human beings several times more than the number of residents in the village gathered in one place and acted in unison, swallowed his saliva.
The cold wind whistling in my ears couldn't cover up the clear "dong" sound.
"Are you nervous? Boy!"
"No...no!!"
Fritz responded with a flustered and angry response to the evil-minded commander's provocative words, and there was a slight hint of tension in Fritz's tone.
"It's the first time I've seen so many humans. It's... a bit chaotic."
"Oh, that's a normal reaction, kid. No one sees 900 armored beasts running toward their home and doesn't react at all."
The corporal's explanation was inexplicably sharp, but when it comes to the human army, which elf would give a positive evaluation?
"To be honest, I was scared at first. Even if 900 pigs were slaughtered, everyone would be exhausted. But this time... I'm afraid no one will have a chance to show off."
"Well?"
The private made a suspicious sound, and the young corporal, who had participated in his first black market tour, pursed his lips into a strange smile under his cold-proof mask.
"It means that the whole village is an audience today, and there is only one leading role!"
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small theater time
Brynhildr: There have been no human guests so far, which has troubled readers.
Li Lin: Today we specially invite Rock Knight to give us a preview of the next issue. The voice is in the preview part after the opening video OP.
Locke: The humans who finally took control of the Elf base finally launched a general attack! A black-haired humanoid mobile phone suddenly appeared in front of us! The guy who demolished three Gundams with just one shot with his bare hands was the ace! My friends were killed one after another.
Also, will I—will I die?
Li Lin: Ah, I won.
Locke: Chapter 2! Shocking Mountain!
Li Lin: It’s a heavy fog! You really want to kill your father-in-law!