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Commander Vladimir Yakovlevich Sorokin was sitting in the room that was once the living room of the village chief's house. The best, cleanest and only intact room in the village naturally became the commander's living room.
Unlike his subordinates who were keen on chasing and overpowering women, Mr. Sorokin had enjoyed a virgin, the 14-year-old daughter of the village chief. He was satisfied and left the dull-eyed girl to his subordinates with green eyes before resting.
Now, I have absolutely no interest in joining the killing and looting team.
[Smart people who can control their desires and impulses can climb higher.][
Sorokin, who knew this well, strictly controlled his actions, won the favor of every boss with one achievement after another and continued to offer the best war gifts. At the age of 35, he was promoted to centurion, and two years later he was promoted to tribal elder.
Summoned by the Joint Conference - the power body collectively known as [Duma], he was promoted to captain of thousands, with four cavalry centurions under his jurisdiction responsible for sabotage activities in Lapland.
"Your tsar and tribe need you!"
The encouragement with a hint of threat and warning from the Supreme Elder of the Joint Council, Elder Sergey Vladimirovich Vite, seemed to be still playing in his ears. The Supreme Elder, wrapped in a blanket, had a fanatical light in his eyes like an old tree covered with white hair.
Sorokin, who hacked and bit many opponents to death, still can't forget the glare of the knife against his throat. After understanding how tempting the encouragement was and how terrifying the warning was, his stiff neck shook up and down like a puppet.
After walking out of the conference tent, he had become the commander of the cavalry unit [Carrion Crows] disguised as bandits.
Despite the slight horror and discomfort in the process, Sorokin was quite satisfied with wearing the captain's feathered dog-skin hat.
Guys who don't know the inside story will feel that the four centurions and the centurion's dog-skin hat do not match well at first glance. Sorokin himself knows very well that the shrewd elders will never make mistakes in arithmetic. The real highlight of the appointment is not the dog-skin hat.
And the number of subordinates, [Cavalry Commander] and [Secret Sabotage Mission] are.
It is an unwritten rule in the orc army that the cavalry commander is one level higher than the infantry commander. (Humans have different official ranks, but the status of cavalry is higher than that of infantry. Elves, dwarves and dwarfs are not without organized armed forces.
I just can’t afford a cavalry unit, so I don’t have this rule). It’s comparable to a priest who can use magic, but it’s also a good position that’s easy to make money and has room for further development.
[Secret Sabotage Mission] also satisfied Sorokin's appetite. The orc army is not a professional army uniformly affiliated with the royal family or the country. They are closer to the [Primitive Tribal Army Federation], and there is no unified financial revenue distribution management.
The heavy burden of raising an army depends entirely on the wealth created by human beings.
Where do the gold coins come from?
Grab it from human pockets!
Where does the food come from?
Seize the human barn!
Where does the cloth come from?
Take it from a human home!
——To put it bluntly, this army is a collection of ruffians and bandits who rely on robbery and plunder to obtain benefits and maintain military discipline. Their equipment is slightly better than that of intelligent species other than humans.
The work of [Carrion Crow] is not much different from the daily behavior and habits of the above-mentioned orc army. The difference is that the task of this special cavalry is not the logistical work of [on-site dispatch] in the past, but to spread terror and destroy
Military operations aimed at the human camp’s logistics system and social stability.
messing with the human rear;
Attack convoys transporting military supplies and weapons to border areas;
Burn down villages and crops that cannot be taken away;[
Kill every human being in the village of Foresight, causing humanity to fall into terror and unable to extricate itself.
——This kind of fighting method is quite different from simple looting, burning and killing.
Its purpose is to spread terror as much as possible in Lapland, so that humans are always suspicious that they will be attacked by unknown when and from where. Farmers are focused on production and farming, officials are restless, and transportation teams are on tenterhooks. For this reason,
To ensure smooth transportation routes and the harvest, taxation (top priority) and the safety of the common people (incidentally) in the territories under the rear. Noble private soldiers, mercenaries, and Charlemagne's army were dispatched one after another, and at one time troops were mobilized from the border
The encirclement and suppression of the elusive [Carrion Crow] effectively restrained the forces of Lapland and Charlemagne, making it impossible for the defense forces on the border of Lapland and the United Principality of Ross to receive more reinforcements, and was even weakened in order to stabilize the rear. The orcs'
The army was able to continue to frequently cross the border, kill people, steal goods, and loot villages...
Increase troops at the border - empty rear - [Carrion crows] rebel - deploy troops for encirclement and suppression - increased transportation costs, effective border defense - orcs cross the border to plunder - troops move closer to the border - empty again in the rear...
In a vicious cycle, several cavalry teams in Lapland such as the [Carrion Crows] cooperate with the orc army on the front battlefield, like a big saw used for logging, weakening the Joint Council of Tribal Elders of the United Principality of Lapland and Ross.
Helping the elders, who are more cunning than the foxes in the snowy mountains, to design a cesspit filled with feces and urine, Lapland unfortunately fell into it and is now flooded up to his waist. Everyone can see that if this kind of battle continues, the snow in the north will
Sooner or later, the country will be drowned. It is hard to say whether Charlemagne, who is grabbed by the ankle by his allies, will sink.
The human army has set up several exquisite ambushes in an attempt to eliminate the erratic [Carrion Crows] like wolves. However, they have not achieved any results at all. The repeated attacks made them wonder whether the opponent has a powerful fortune teller accompanying them.
After predicting the actions of his own army, he guided the [Carrion Crows] to avoid being hunted.
Among the [Carrion Crows], there are no magic sticks in the palace who cheat and drink, and the reason why they can accurately know the movements of the human army is simple.
No matter when or where, there are still "smart people" among human pagans. For their own interests or other ulterior reasons, they listen to the holy teachings of the Marfa Orthodox Church year after year, wait patiently, and cooperate.
The king of the Duke of Ross from the east came to the west [the land under the sun].
"My lord, the convoy that the boy is in will arrive in front of you in a few days. Please be sure to get rid of this bastard who interferes with our business dealings. Please."
"Oh my, Mr. President, you are too polite. Helping my friends solve their troubles is what I should do. It's just a small thing."
Sorokin spoke to a ruby with a bright luster in a businessman's tone that was inappropriate for his status, and a slightly distorted voice of a middle-aged man flowed from the trembling gem.
"Master Centurion, Siegfried Otto Li Lin is just a young boy, and the guards around him are all hairless little bastards, but these guys still have two brushes. We have thought about it more than once
In order to eliminate this unsightly boy, all the killers we sent out were returned dead. Our industry has suffered huge losses under his successive despicable attacks, and now the only one we can count on is our partners.
My Lord Commander."
The boss of Lumière Carriage Transport Company's watered-up words contained a few thorns that made Sorokin uncomfortable. The commander, who pretended not to hear it, raised his eyes slightly.
The captain's self-cultivation was not deep enough to be aroused by a small businessman. He answered his collaborators in a polite tone that was no different from before:
"Thank you for your advice, Mr. President, please relax. We will treat that naughty bad boy well. There are a few of my subordinates who like children very much. Children feel very good whether in bed or in their mouths."
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"...Yes, is that so? I'll help you."
The merchant's tone lowered a lot, as if he had seen something that made him physically uncomfortable.
"In addition, Mr. President is also very clear. Continuous battles have caused a lot of damage to our weapons, and they are in urgent need of replacement. Mr. Pino of the Iron and Steel Company is also listening, right? I want to know when the additional weapons will be in place? Ah.
, I don’t mean to push, but whether this business can be successful depends largely on the friendship between you and us, right?”
"The items will be delivered to you soon. In terms of price..."
"We are friends."
The orc commander of the Bear Tribe spoke in a long tone, picked out the dirt between his claws, stared at the silent gem who was choked and speechless very sincerely, and said friendly and kindly:
"It is only natural that friends help each other. Talking about money is too emotionally damaging and not interesting enough."[
"...That's, that's. Those are all gifts to witness friendship. We don't talk about money. We don't talk about money."
"President Lumiere, you are really a good friend of us orcs - a very, very good friend."
"Yes...yes, we are good friends. Hahaha..."
"Okay, old friend, wait for our good news."
Captain Sorokin cut off the merchant's dry apology and said goodbye with a sneer.
"I'll do the work, don't worry."
He snapped his thick fingers, and the magic gemstone for general use no longer emitted light, and the deep and cold organic crystal reflected a contemptuous smile that was no longer gentle and cordial.
"A bunch of pig brains, they can't even handle a child."
He spat contemptuously, and the bear looked like he wanted to rinse his mouth in disgust.
It is true that without this group of big merchants to provide food, supplies, and provide route guidance for their attacks and evacuation operations in Lapland, [Carrion Crow] would not only be struggling deaf and blind, but would fall into chaos in a few days.
In a desperate situation without food and supplies, they were finally surrounded and eliminated by the human army. Benefiting from the nature of businessmen who have no concept of country and have no problem doing any business as long as they can make money, Captain Sorokin and his men lived a very comfortable life.
He has made many achievements.
But from the bottom of his heart, Sorokin could not accept this kind of behavior that would sell anything for profit and would not hesitate to fund the enemy and prolong the war in order to maximize profits.
For a few gold coins, not only did he not resist when the foreign invaders came, but he was so happy that he hugged the invaders' thighs with tears in his eyes, cried and shouted that he was willing to lead others to massacre and plunder his own compatriots -
—Who can believe such a profit animal? Who dares to believe that the next time he is betrayed, he will not be the one?
The captain understood what the merchants were doing, but he also harbored deep anger, disgust and...contempt.
[Friend]? Are these trash bastards who stab their own people in the back? Are they worthy?
They are only qualified to be slaves and enjoy the same status and treatment as domestic animals. Prostitutes and thieves are more moral than these bastards, and the dogs who guard the house are not loyal enough to get rid of the bastards.
"We still need these little people now. We are still best friends with the gentlemen from the Chamber of Commerce, you know?"
The warning was spat out disapprovingly, and the three centurions, whose thoughts were not much different from those of the officers, nodded vigorously, and the slightly upward arc of the corners of their mouths looked particularly dazzling.
"Let the soldiers seize the time to wrap up and rest. We will set off as soon as the [gift] arrives. Centurion Belenko, pick a few brains and capable scouts from your men to scout to the southwest and find that there are wings printed on them."
If you mark the carriage, don’t alert the target. Don’t do it for the archer. Come back quietly. Yours, understand?”
Belenko bowed and went out to pick out the scouts. He completely ignored the harsh roars coming from outside the door and the last curses and cries of the women. The remaining three orcs in the room were enjoying themselves.
Calculate an important mathematical question - how much oil and water can a ve company fleet extract?
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"Move quickly! Guys, work harder! Let's all move!"
Second Lieutenant Schroeder brandished an infantry shovel and shouted, and the already boiling surroundings of the horse-drawn carriage convoy's circular formation continued to raise the noise level in decibels with the Second Lieutenant's efforts. The young platoon leader's usually somewhat rigid face was now directly transformed by the large amount of adrenaline secreted.
He became steel. When he encountered a stupid soldier who was slow to react or moved a little slowly, he didn't bother to say hello and just slapped him away.
In the bushes are 35 horse-drawn carriages connected end to end to form the core ring of the entire position, and the outside has become a busy construction site. Rifleman, grenades, snipers, machine gun teams, and mortar teams have all been transferred to engineers, building a
Civil fortifications. Zigzag trenches, traffic trenches, individual bunkers, machine gun positions, flank fire, artillery positions, and bellows-shaped barbed wire fences are being erected around the perimeter...
Many young elves were hunters or farmers before joining the army. After undergoing hellish intensive military training, they have full experience in how to properly repair the ground and build solid civil fortifications. In addition, the trees behind them
There was sufficient wood available, and an arc-shaped defensive position that semi-surrounded the core position of the convoy was being formed in an orderly manner.
There were about 150 elves accompanying Li Lin on his trip. With the efforts of so many elves with sweat and physical strength, it took most of the day to complete the preparations for the war. After lunch, the weapons hidden in the carriage were distributed, and they were trained according to the rules of the military academy.
As a result, the rookies who had just stepped out of school began to carefully maintain and inspect their weapons.
"When are those hairy bastards coming?"
Groyne unscrewed the screw cap at the bottom of the wooden handle, took out the pull ring, and neatly stacked the one in his hand with other grenades on the edge of the trench. He looked around at the empty plain and the guy who was giving it to the big guy not far away.
Covered by his camouflaged comrades, the grenadier started chattering excitedly.
"The fourth time, William, the fourth time. Even if you ask the fifth or sixth time, the answer is still [ask the hairy bastards]."
First Class Sergeant Koenig fiddled with the 4x scope. After confirming that the focus was off, the sniper covered the front and rear sections of the black cylinder with protective covers and shook his head to express his dismay.
There was no head that could be exploded in the crosshairs. After a little disappointment, ConAgra fired the gun, confirmed that the box was filled with bullets, then locked it again and turned off the safety.
It's a good rifle, and the scope is not bad. Konig fully expects his gun to be tested with him in actual combat to prove its worth - using holes in the enemy's heads.
"I hope there will be more mongrels so that my Martha can finally have her fill."
Machine gunner Sergeant Goltz and his two followers - Gingshe, who was carrying a spare barrel and a telescope hanging around his neck, and Heinz, who was carrying a suitcase, checked the tightness of the tripod and whether the chain was tightly connected.
With a rippling expression on his face, he clearly told his colleagues how much this machine gunner who gave his guy a female nickname really loved his gun.
[The sergeant must have been holding that loaded thing while sleeping!]
More than one elf grumbled like this in his stomach. In the military academy, Li Lin taught them that "guns are the second life of soldiers". The unlucky ones who neglected to maintain or damaged their firearms would be punished by bunny hopping around the playground 20 times with their rifles held high.
You have to keep shouting "This is my gun! This is my wife!". There are very few people who are as unreservedly devoted to their weapons as the sergeant.
This trip is of extremely great significance. In order to ensure a smooth trip, the elves took out all the good things from the bottom of the box.
Five years not only produced these strong rookie recruits who lacked actual combat experience but had solid training and quality. Through the accumulation of research, the fruitful results of the small-scale magic industry system were also reflected in the hands of these soldiers.
It was none other than a toy hidden in the carriage box and now being cared for and cared for by the soldiers—a carefully designed and manufactured murder weapon.
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small theater time
Special guest Sorokin: Elf Tubalu - yours, not the real soldier's!
Extras: Mao Xiong: I, the King of the Great Prince of Rus, have come to the human country to build a royal paradise and establish coexistence and common prosperity!
Brunhil: (——-b) A group of furry bears, or Master Wang... Mr. Li Lin, are you sure the author didn't mean anything?
Li Lin: The author didn't shoot anything in the knee with his eyes closed, he just meant to fire the map cannon...
Brunhil: Don’t let the archers come back quietly...Why are the centurions so ignorant of taking part in fun? At least stick out your thumb and say "High! It's really high!"
Li Lin: But we don’t have a water pump? We can’t just have a bunch of furry bears carrying buckets and try how much water the elves’ trenches can hold, right?
Brunhil: Today’s topic is research on personal names. Who is the prototype of Elder Sergei Vladimirovich Witte, the highest elder of the Orc Tribe Joint Council? Tips: 1. It is better to only search for the surname at the end of the full name.
; 2. Is he from the Mao Xiong family or white? The person in charge of the house is called the Tsar. Readers, please grab points! Grab the semen! Grab the reward!
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