1407 Chapter 1408: Hawks

From the Principality of Soros, the German knight with blue eyes and brown curly hair was wrapped in a blanket, leaning next to the heating lamp that was heated by hot kerosene, looking at the soldiers from the Republic of Qiel with complicated eyesight, while he The few remaining soldiers sat not far away, mostly in a daze.

Until now, this noble knight still seems to be in a deep dream. He woke up from a nightmare and fell into a strange and strange new dream.

In this new dream, as chariots made of steel whizzed by, huge explosions and deadly flames fell from the sky, he and his soldiers were rescued by those who called themselves Zaku Knights of Armor, whose equipment and fighting style were amazing. He opened his eyes.

As a son of aristocrat with a deep family background, he has always been proud of being well-informed. He also understands the emergence of new weapons and rifles, and he also specifically responds to the emergence of rifles. This is their Duchy of Soros. The author has a source of self-confidence not to use a rifle.

But the fighting power brought by these soldiers from the Republic of Qier made Devin understand that he had always been a frog in a well.

They also got weapons like rifles, but they didn't play the slightest role in the battle against the evil giant.

I heard a long time ago that this new type of weapon, the rifle, was introduced from the Outer Continent, and Chester was the first city to mass-produce the rifle.

Only then did the German knight realize one thing. After several years of development, Chester has evolved a larger weapon system.

The ridiculous thing is that until a month ago, the Principality of Soros was still complacent about the newly developed vindictive shield. From now on, he no longer needed to worry about the damage caused by rifles, but unexpectedly encountered an army stronger than the Rifle Corps.

Their proud vindictive shields are vulnerable in front of evil monsters. Their claws have the effect of destroying demons, and their vindictive shields are like paper paste in front of their sharp claws.

The German knight laughed at himself, and footsteps came from the side. A young man with blond hair came to the heating lamp and sat down next to Devin.

"How is the injury?"

"It's already recovered, and my physical strength has recovered by about 80%."

Devin didn't hide his gratitude: "Thank you for the magic potion."

Mentor nodded: "You're welcome, it's not something expensive."

Devon kept smiling, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff.

In the federal army, even professionals can only be allocated two bottles of magic potions for each battle, and each bottle is only half a mouthful! Only dare to drink when you are about to be beaten to death.

Ordinary soldiers don't even have magic potions, they don't even have the most common hemostatic medicine. How can it be like the army of the restoration of the country? Even ordinary soldiers wear hemostatic powder and topical disinfectants.

The so-called topical disinfectant is actually a medical disinfectant, which is similar to medical alcohol, but it is extracted from a very common magic material in the central plains, and the cost is very cheap, so it has become one of the emergency kits for soldiers. one.

Hemostatic powder and disinfectants are actually cheap industrial products, but in the eyes of Devon, they are very precious magic potions.

After a moment of embarrassment, Devin forced himself to change the subject: "Where are we going next?"

"Moving to the direction of the Orinoco River, our warships will meet there, and then we will join the First Corps in the river bank area. After all, we are just a border patrol force, and our firepower is not enough to fight against the large forces of the Godly Legion."

The corners of Devin's mouth twitched even more when he heard about Border Patrol and the lack of firepower.

He cursed secretly in his heart: "If you don't brag, you will die. Such an elite armed force is just a border patrol force."

There is no big problem with Mentor's words. The troops they belong to are indeed border patrol troops, but they are mobile elite troops. This is an elite that can provide reinforcements or maneuvers to the border situation as soon as a war breaks out.

In the case that the Restoration Army is unable to equip Zaku heavy armor on a large scale, their patrol mobile team equipped with four Zaku heavy armor can prove its combat effectiveness.

Mento took a sip of the soup and said, "Let's not talk about that, according to your judgment, how long do you think it will take for those godly troops to reach the border?"

"If they don't sleep, I'm afraid they will arrive one day, and this is also because most of them can only walk, and there are no horses and vehicles for their huge bodies."

Devin couldn't help shivering as he recalled the impressions those terrifying monsters had left on him.

"But I don't think their main force will attack us. Their goal should be the main city of St. Brunel."

"The main city of St. Brunel, their goal is the Principality of Kremt." Mento frowned: "...I hope that city can hold out until the main force of the Principality arrives."

In fact, Mentor had no interest in the Principality of Soros and the Principality of Kremt at all. He even wished that the two countries would fall completely and all the nobles would die. In that case, the Republic could justifiably expand its territory.

Nowadays, there are quite a few people who have the same idea as Mentor. They have reached the point of blindness towards the strength of the National Restoration Army. These young officers and soldiers are very supportive of the expansion of the Republic, and they are the complete eagles of the Republic. faction members.

They never let go of anything that could start a war and expand the country.

The reason why Mentor led the army into Soros Principality at that time was not to show kindness to save people, but to clearly understand the situation of Soros Principality and whether the Republic had a chance to take advantage of it.

As a proud nobleman of the Principality of Soros, the German knight immediately spoke subconsciously: "The main city of St. The Magic Tower and the powerful Church Templars and Judgment Knights can withstand the attacks of those monsters."

Mentor just glanced at him indifferently, and said calmly, "Is that a church-dominated city?"

German met Mentor's gaze and said firmly, "That's the territory of the Principality."

Mentor said with a disdainful smile, "I believe even more in the church's determination to resist to the end. As for nobles, to be honest, I have never thought highly of nobles."

Obviously, Mentor is also a knight in heavy armor conferred by a low-level professional. They have long been used to the disgusting face of the nobles. When the battle situation was slightly defeated, they began to arrange for the private army of the family members to evacuate, and they had to speak righteously to the soldiers. Fight to the end, but at the critical moment, he can run faster than the magician can fly.

When you are really in danger and need to work hard, you still have to rely on them, young peasants and middle-class youths from clean backgrounds, to support them.