Law of the Devil

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Chapter 543 [Mercenary Group (top)]

For “good news” from the imperial side, the commanding authority on the front line cannot refuse. Moreover, both the clergy of the Church and the magician team of the Magic Union bring good morale and excitement to the soldiers.

The pacification of clergy, in particular, has allowed the general to dispel the fear of becoming the enemy's food after the death of the war.

Immediately after the arrival of the first Divine Professionals, they were assigned to the grassroots level of the Guardian on the front line of the defense. After listening to the prayers of those soldiers, the priesthood propaganda indicated that the army of the Empire fought against the evil enemy under the protection of the Spirit, even if the battle died in the sandfield, as long as it fought heroically, the soul could return to the embrace of God after death. This alleviates considerably the soldiers' panic.

As for the Magicians… ordinary grassroots generals are absolutely welcome to the arrival of the Magicians, it is believed that war should be easier with the alliance of these extraordinarily powerful men.

But senior generals like Rostock don't think so. Unlike ordinary soldiers, the attitude of these high-ranking generals towards magician membership is a reserved welcome.

These generals have dealt with magicians and know what these magicians look like! These guys are weird, nasty, disobedient, and participate purely because of their own interests. They are happy that they might give you more energy. If they are unhappy, it would be nice not to mess with you.

Most hateful of all, these guys are still the privileged class, and the military orders could not have commanded and commanded them. So, though they are powerful, how effective is a force that doesn't obey orders at all and doesn't know how to cooperate?

Besides, the first cadets of the School of Magic have graduated. That's what the real empire has cultivated. A team of magicians who obey orders and obey orders! In contrast, senior front-line generals believe that militarized trained magicians are more desirable.

As for… the mobilization of the Knights' Association… in the eyes of such generals as Rostock, it is a joke!

Knights Association? What can they do? A half-baked, half-dead “one of the three former continental organizations”?? What's left of the Knights Association besides a sign?

And that call and employment order, it was a joke!

For the generals of storm regiments such as Rostock, born in the regular army and the most elite of the main battle regiments in the northern part of the empire, they despise the so-called “mercenaries”, especially those recruited after the Knights' Association's call, the vast majority of whom were former mercenary smugglers.

And Storm Legion, to say the least, has been dealing with these smuggling mercenaries all his life! On the one hand, the official army of the town guarding the northern frontier, and on the other hand, the armed smuggling groups poaching, the friction between the two sides has been constant for many years, there is no big hatred, but there is a lot of little revenge!

However, belly defamation in the heart is belly defamation. After all, the three major imperial organizations contribute to the war. For the upper echelons of the Empire, it is a good news for the propaganda of the great book, so the Emperor ordered a piece of paper and asked the front line to cooperate as much as possible.

So Rostock et al. were dissatisfied, but could only do the same: the clergyman who reassured the soldiers was given the greatest welcome, was immediately received on the front line and sent to the ground level of the army to quickly comfort the heart.

And the noble magicians were also treated as dignitaries, but were raised in the main Serry, well served, and the Storm Corps practiced four words on them: respect and distance.

As for the mercenaries recruited by the Knights Association... Huh, far away kicked near the rear second line Air Force stationing base, nicknamed Reserve. Who called the Knights Association the lowest of the three organizations?

In his capacity as Commander of Storm Legion, he had to give face to the Church, to the Magician Union, but not to the Knights Association at all.

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After World War I, the 20,000 pioneers of the Orc Army carefully retreated a distance and then began working.

Beyond the Kabaski line, the human army had no intention of coming out of the city to fight, and the army of the Orcs had begun to build their camps.

Large quantities of timber were transported up, and ten days later, a successive group of Orc troops arrived on the front line, and according to sightings on the walls of the city, there were also reports from the Air Force airship, now assembled some three kilometres north of the line of defense, with more than 50,000 Orc troops. These Orcs also appear to be prepared to fight for long periods of time, cutting down the woods, and one battalion was erected under the work of a strong Orc workforce.

Just for a few days, on the walls of the city, you can clearly see with a telescope the wooden wall in the distance is getting longer and longer, and a simple observation deck of wood is erected, and every day, soldiers standing on the walls of the city can clearly hear the opposite enemy's camp, the heat of the work moving in the sky. The trumpets, the shouting, the cutting, the piling.

According to the observation, a large battalion of Orc troops continued to emerge from the frozen forest, gathered here, like a stream, and finally assembled into a terrible ocean - the Beast Sea!

Ten days later, in front of the Kabaski line of defense, was the outline of an already large camp in the north.

At the forefront are wooden walls of more than two metres in height, with sharp wooden thorns, and on the observation deck, soldiers of the Orcs are on guard with iron bows behind them. One barracks at a time also set up, dense and numb... According to observation messages from the Air Force, the camp has been stretching north and has reached dozens of miles long! Enough to hold hundreds of thousands of enemies - that's just a conservative estimate.

The Orc made all kinds of tools out of wood, a team of carts, loaded with heavy supplies came up from the rear, with food, wood, all kinds of grass plants... more like meat dried from the corpses of all kinds of warcraft!

A few more teams of Orcs have quickly dispersed, searching for all the abandoned villages and towns within hundreds of miles of the area, and gathering back everything they could: stones, tools, even a wheat ear, a sack!

Orcs don't rush to attack… this surprises humans a little. In their view, these monsters are supposed to be brainless, limb-developed creatures, but this revealing patience… is ignorance or deliberate patience?

But humans do not know that it is… after 10,000 years of waiting, the sinners do not lack patience! Ten thousand years to get down. Wait a few more days. What is it?

“These monsters are looking for death.” At a military conference, most of the human leaders made such an assessment.

Moreover, such notions prevailed, as was the case with the majority of generals.

“These monsters are insane. They actually fought us for a long war and a war of attrition... don't they know the consequences? Behind us lies the entire empire as our strategic reserve. But what about them? They have less than a thousand square kilometres of land behind them, and this is the northern frontier of the Empire, where the climate is cold and little food can be grown. And then there's the frozen forest. Even if they can get some food by hunting warcraft, it's impossible to sustain an army of this magnitude by hunting warcraft! We don't know where they are right now, as if they were empty. But the only thing we can be sure of is that they're very, very far from here! This would make it almost impossible to complete the supply line for a long time if they were to supply the army. If these guys really have high intelligence, they should attack us as soon as possible, trying to break through our lines of defense and go inland on the continent to take supplies. Otherwise, they will be consumed here and they will all starve to death sooner or later. ”

The idea of speaking officers was largely shared, and people couldn't bear to laugh at the end of the day: “I bet if they don't survive this winter, they'll starve to death here. ”

“Unless they can eat snow and northwest wind, hahahaha...”

Looking at the attitude of the generals, Rostock frowned deeply: "Gentlemen! ”

When the old general raised his voice, everyone calmed down.

“I don't think we can be blindly optimistic.” Rostock slowly said: "There is a race before us that we do not know at all! We lack knowledge of them. But the problem is, from now on, they're smart, they're technologically knowledgeable, they're tactically knowledgeable... they're confronting us here now, and I don't think they're stupid, but... I'm afraid for another reason, we can't relax. And… the Duke of Tulips once said to me that he suspected that these heterosexuals might have some aerial race capable of flying. ”

“The Duke of Tulips?” The generals were silent for a while, but most of them still looked disapproved. The fame of the Duke of Tulips shocks the ignorant civilian population, but for the most elite generals of these empires - it's just a child under the age of twenty.

“I've decided.” Rostock suddenly stood up: “Twenty days! Twenty days from now, if they don't attack yet, we'll do it first! We cannot expect to wait until the cold winters and let the climate kill them. The fate of the Empire should be in our own hands! Twenty days later, if these guys are still here and want to settle down here, we'll get rid of them ourselves. ”

I have to say, this decision by Rostock was somewhat hasty. But the empire's oldest front-line general, he always had a hidden anxiety in his heart, as if there was a cloud of mist on these strange enemies that prevented him from seeing.

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Mercenaries registered throughout the continent were crowded with a makeshift military camp 20 kilometres south of the Kabaski line of defence.

The Knights Association has opened a monster's head to reward a gold coin. Let the mercenaries of the depression find a way to live. And, from what I hear now, although this reward is not high, it seems that the fighting power of these monsters is lower than that of ordinary warcraft.

We can even kill warcraft, so it shouldn't be hard to kill dozens of monsters and make a fortune!

Of course, there are a handful of registered knights, the kind of samurai who still hold the knight's faith and serve the people. But such people are, after all, a minority.

A kilometre away from this makeshift military camp is the Empire Front Line Air Force Base.

Rostock threw these conscripted mercenaries to General Andrei on the second line, almost like trash, which made Andrei a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't refuse to face his old boss.

Mercenaries from the mainland came to the makeshift barracks, and they didn't need the Empire to provide weapons and armor, as mercenaries and knights, they all had their own equipment, and after coming to the makeshift barracks, after registering in the registry, a lot of people screamed, “Where are you going to kill those monsters?! Where can I find those monsters? When are we going to war? ”

In less than ten days, the makeshift barracks have plugged more than 3,000 people. General Andrei was also lazy enough to ignore the mob, sending only 300 soldiers to maintain order, sending several registrars to register and forming an infantry battalion and leaving them there for the time being.

After a long period of time, the mercenaries held up for a few days in the makeshift barracks, they became somewhat idle. Many began to scream and went to the registry every day to ask questions. Some were impatient and even consciously took people north to try to go north. But no exception was blocked back by the Empire champion of the Kabaski line.

Just that day, outside the barracks, there was a rush of horseshoes.

Outside the camp door, a dozen golden horses flew in, came to the door, the first horseman stopped, made a high-difficulty emergency stop action, the horses immediately sighed, maneuvered up, the horseman looked in front of this “lively" military camp, two thick eyebrows immediately screwed together, whispered: “Shit, is this called a military camp? It's a market! ”

(Second and second later, it will be affixed soon!

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