Chapter 108 War (Part )The vanguard of the Allied forces marched to the hills in front of the Trier Valley. "Damn it, where is the enemy?" The knight on horseback looked into the distance. He did not find any trace of the monsters, but the traps everywhere in the Trier Valley had already made him anxious. Although all kinds of pits, poison arrows, noose, and tripwires only caused the deaths of dozens of people, they made the troops in the front dare only move slowly. After all, their job was not to fight. Before the war, they were just timid and cowardly laborers, or even serfs without personal freedom. The general of the "Legion of Honor" was named Joseph, just a baron. However, he did not even have his own fiefdom, and the so-called "baron" was closer to an honorary title. Joseph was once just the son of a humble carpenter. He was chosen by the Rackman family because of his luck, and received the purest chivalry education. He eventually made a class leap and became an honorary nobleman and the general of the so-called "Legion of Honor". He was always grateful to the Rackman family and often fantasized about dying heroically on the battlefield to repay his family's kindness with the ending a knight deserved. Looking at the timid militia, Joseph was suddenly filled with uncontrollable anger. How dare these insects associate with me! I'm a knight! The nobles who are high above! Thinking of this, he rode his horse directly to the front of the team. "Snapped!"
He whipped the soldiers who dared not move forward until their skin was torn and their flesh was torn, causing them to scream in pain. Joseph roared: "March forward!" "No one is allowed to hide behind!" "The Duke is so kind that he provides food and even pensions to you lowly creatures, is this just to let you waste your time here?" "If these little traps can stop you, then where is your courage? How can you be worthy of the title of the Legion of Honor bestowed by the Duke!" Under Joseph's stern command, the more than one hundred military supervisors also used violent means to urge the soldiers to move forward, so that the entire "Legion of Honor" finally marched normally. Although this army of tens of thousands often suffers from stampedes, at least they will not be stopped by one or two traps. Finally, the view in front of us opened up, the terrain was flat and open, and we finally entered the Trier Valley. "finally reached." Joseph breathed a sigh of relief. Traveling through the hills with complex terrain, the various traps made him feel overwhelmed. These more than 10,000 militiamen had already lost hundreds of people before the battle even started, and the remaining people were a little panicked because of the dead soldiers. He killed several deserters in succession and was able to barely maintain the situation. "This is a bunch of despicable animals. They don't deserve to be called the 'Legion of Honor'." "These guys who have no knowledge of noble honor... they should be starved to death!" Joseph cursed to himself as he rode on his horse. "grown ups……" The messenger's voice was trembling. "what's up?" "Is there another deserter ahead, or another stampede, or another trap? Don't leave everything to me. I'm here to fight for honor, not to be your babysitter!"
Joseph couldn't stand it anymore and said impatiently. "No, neither." "What's that?" "Sir, please...please come and see for yourself." The messenger's voice trembled more and more. Joseph rode forward to look, but was stunned and fell silent. In that flat and open wilderness, there is a mottled torrent of goblins and kobolds. Their movement even raised a cloud of dust. The torrent was endless, rolling in from all directions. There were probably tens of thousands of monsters. There was a faint light flashing in the eyes of those monsters, and they made bursts of noisy roars. Many of these monsters are covered with sparse scales, and the blood bestowed by the red dragon makes their veins filled with a greedy desire for killing and destruction. There were dozens of winged dog-headed men Odd flying in chaos in the air. "This is this" Joseph's hands were shaking as he held the reins. He had imagined countless times that he was charging on horseback on the battlefield, bravely killing the enemy, and eventually dying of exhaustion, sacrificing his life for his family. He was always deeply moved and shed tears, and secretly determined to do the same bravely if he had the chance in the future. But he never thought that the real battlefield would be like this. If you rush into the torrent of this monster, you will definitely be torn to pieces, with no honor or dignity left. "No, it shouldn't be like this." Joseph muttered to himself. For a moment, he even wanted to turn his horse around and escape directly back to the camp. But the monsters had already gathered from all sides and made contact with the militiamen in the front row. Joseph finally came back to his senses from his trance and fear, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Fight! Fight and kill the enemy!" In fact, the tactics chosen by leaders such as Doro and Trump of the Burning Embers were surprisingly consistent with those of Robert of the Allied Forces - all of them let the cannon fodder army lead the way, and the elite troops followed up. This army of ogres and goblins contained more than 20,000 monsters, who were recruited from all over Storm Peak. Only 30% of them had some rare red dragon blood. Due to their smaller size, the fighting power of goblins and gnolls is not as good as that of ordinary human farmers, but they are influenced by the aura of the red dragon, becoming cruel and warlike, and their enthusiasm in fighting is far greater than that of the "Legion of Honor" composed of serfs. "For the Burning Nest!" "For the great red dragon!" Waves of roaring roared from the monster army. On the "Legion of Honor" side, people also blew the horn of attack under Joseph's command. In this way, two large-scale cannon fodder armies intertwined and entangled with each other, announcing the official start of the war.
The ogres and goblins of the monster army attacked frantically, almost charging the enemy without caring about their own lives, even though their opponents were just some farmers. Several kobolds surrounded a human, clawed at his crude leather armor, smashed his head with stones, and stabbed his body again and again with crude daggers. "For the Burning Nest!" A dragon vein goblin threw a short spear into the soldier's body, and when he had no weapon left, he started scratching. Finally, he even pounced on the man and bit him, leaving his face bleeding and howling in pain. The dog-headed man Odd spit out flaming arrows in the air, causing many soldiers' cotton clothes to catch fire, and the whole people turned into burning "fire men". Fire, blood, smoke. There was no tactics to speak of on this battlefield, just the purest and most primitive fighting, and the situation was in chaos. In just the first few minutes of combat, the "Legion of Honor" had lost hundreds of people. People were screaming, wailing, and crying in panic. This cannon fodder army was inevitably heading towards defeat. (End of this chapter)