1227 Chapter 1227: High Priest

Most of these retired and laid-off soldiers are people with no background and identity, or they offended their superiors and were squeezed out by latecomers.

They have received certain military training, and with a little training, they will soon be able to integrate into military career.

With the salary of the Blackthorn Security Company, these people who are struggling on the line of food and clothing have no choice at all.

In charge of commanding them is the great magician Standing, who Curry dug from the Magic Legion Retired Officers Club. His strength and talent are not outstanding, and he is extremely good at training soldiers.

Standing does not have high requirements for salary and treatment. He only requires that he can go to the magic tower to practice three days a month. When encountering problems in practice, Amuro can explain them to him personally.

This is also the sadness of most Yeluzi-born magicians. Their teachers are not strong at first, and at most they just lead them to the beginning. If they want to go further, they can only rely on themselves.

Standing is the commander-in-chief of the six outposts on the Dortmund Highway.

Looking at the retreating rebel troops, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the six outposts had a geographical advantage, the actual number was only 1,200 people. In a real fight, he was not fully sure that he would be able to block the attack of the 5,000 rebel army.

"Report to the academy immediately!"

Standing didn't know that the academy had just repelled 10,000 elite rebels, so he was a little worried about the situation of the academy.

As for Chester, he was not worried at all. There were tens of thousands of police forces alone, and tens of thousands of law enforcement forces from various departments, not to mention 10,000 professional troops. As early as a few months ago, this army The army has already begun to equip rifles.

If the rebel army does not have a scale of 100,000, attacking Chester is undoubtedly a dream.

When Luo Anglin arrived at Chester, the first wave of conflicts between the rebel army and the defenders of Chester had already broken out. Without an advantage in numbers, the first wave of attacks was unexpectedly terrifying.

That's right, it was terror. The two sides actually used line infantry to shoot a wave of gunfire. The distance between the two sides was 200 meters. Only the first wave of shooting caused most of the rebels to fall.

A quarter of the soldiers in the Chester Army fell. At this second, the performance gap of the rifles and the training of the soldiers were brought to the limit.

Obviously, although the rifles have been equipped, the two sides still have not mastered the relevant tactics of the rifles, and can only evolve a little bit from actual combat.

If the church or the federal army can transfer officers from the front line to fight the outer continent, it will be another scene.

This method of warfare was too depressing. The rebel army only fired a wave of guns, and then never stood up again.

The war only lasted for three days, and Loangrin issued an order to retreat. The war was frustrated one after another, and morale was low. If the fight continued, there would probably be deserters.

Listening to the report, Aslan shook his head helplessly. The central countries have been at peace for a long time, and this situation in the early stage is also expected. If you want to expand the scale, you must disable one side, otherwise who Nor will they exert their ferocity on the battlefield.

Aslan decided to lead 3,000 elite policemen to raid the rebel camp overnight. This time he only notified Bishop Ella and Garcia.

In the middle of the night, Nomiri and Artoria, who were notified of the sneak attack, had rushed back to join the battle.

After many years, Aslan once again set foot on the battlefield in person.

Three thousand elites followed Aslan and hurried on the road. Aslan cast a large-scale auxiliary magic for them, inspiring and energetic, so that they did not get tired after marching all night. At the end of the team, they were still pulling four 120mm mortars gun.

Aslan is going to take this fight to become famous.

At two o'clock in the morning, the troops led by Aslan had reached one kilometer outside the camp of the rebel army.

"How to attack?" Nomiri asked in a lack of interest.

After making gestures towards the camp, Aslan ordered the artillery battalion to quickly get in place.

The so-called artillery battalion has only four 120mm mortars.

Aslan explained: "Let the soldiers put up a posture, and the artillery will cultivate the rebel camp well, forcing their mentor-level strong men to come out, and kill as many as they can."

Sharon's beautiful eyes widened with disbelief.

"It's that simple!"

Aslan nodded, and said with a smile: "If you are poor, you will use tactics, and if you are rich, you will have full coverage."

"Four cannons aren't considered rich!" Sharon muttered subconsciously.

Aslan pointed to the magic legion that had already lined up in the rear.

Xue Lun suddenly nodded and mourned silently for the rebels.

As Aslan waved his hand, the four mortars fired simultaneously.

The roar of the shells flew by, waking up many sleeping rebel soldiers, and the violent explosion that followed made them wake up as if they had just woken up from a dream. The shells landed on a huge crater, and there was no living person who could stand within a few meters of the huge crater. , leaving only stumps and broken arms on the ground.

Many rebel soldiers couldn't help holding their stomachs and vomiting, and then they heard the roar just now, which scared them to death.

Luo Anglin looked at the falling shells with a livid face. There were not many shells, and the casualties were not as many as imagined, but the blow to the morale of the soldiers was real. With just a few waves of shelling, the rebel army could start deserting.

"Why are you still standing there? Send a mentor-level powerhouse to take the enemy's artillery."

Loangrin had just finished yelling, and immediately a dozen mentor-level powerhouses flew towards Aslan's position.

Those who were in flight, the mentor-level powerhouses suddenly entered an illusion, and before they could break free, electromagnetic bullets flew in, and the mentor-level powerhouses continued to fall from the sky like dumplings.

Altria raised her sword and rushed forward, and after three swords cut off four instructor-level experts, all eleven instructor-level experts who came to destroy the artillery position fell, and a blue light shot directly to the illusion magic arranged by Nuo Mili. It was destroyed, just revealing Arturia standing on the corpse.

"How is this going?"

Loangrin looked at the scene in front of him with an incredulous expression, and his body trembled slightly.

Another eleven instructor-level powerhouses fell, and counting the fourteen who went missing to the Amuro Magic Tower, more than 20 mentor-level powerhouses fell before the rebel army of the Principality of Qier officially started the war. How will he fight the next war?

No, there is no need to fight, the Pope will definitely resend the High Priest to take his place.

That ray of blue light came from the sky above the battlefield, and the one who confronted St. Paul was the Great Mentor-level powerhouse of the Creation Pope, High Priest St. John.

"Hey, it seems that when it comes to the strength of mentor-level powerhouses, our Chester is even better!"

Sao Paulo sneered.

"Very well, I remember that Amuro."

St. John responded coldly, staring at Aslan in the Dortmund army who appeared behind the rebel army.