Chapter 108 War (Part 3)

The vanguard of the coalition army marched to the hills in front of the Trier Valley.

"Damn, where are the enemies?"

The knight on horseback looked into the distance. He did not find any traces of the monsters, but the traps everywhere in the Trier Valley had already made him anxious. Various pits, poison arrows, lassoes, and trip ropes, although only causing dozens of deaths, made the front troops dare only move slowly.

After all, their job is not to fight. Before the war, they were just cowardly civilians, or even serfs without personal freedom.

The general of the "Honour Legion" was named Joseph, just a baron.

However, he did not even have his own fiefdom. This so-called "baron" was closer to an honorary title. Joseph was once just a son of a humble carpenter. Because of his good luck, he was selected by the Rackman family and received the purest chivalry education. He finally completed the class leap and became an honorary nobleman and the general of the so-called "Honour Legion".

He was always grateful to the Rackman family, and often imagined that he would die bravely on the battlefield and repay the family's kindness with the ending that a knight deserved.

Looking at the timid militia, Joseph suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger.

How can these insects be with me!

I am a knight!

A nobleman who is high above!

Thinking of this, he rode his horse directly to the front of the team.

"Snap!"

He whipped the soldiers who dared not move forward, and their skin was torn and they screamed.

Joseph shouted angrily:

"March forward!"

"No one is allowed to hide behind!"

"The Duke is so kind that he provides you lowly creatures with food and even pensions, just to let you waste time here?"

"If these small traps can stop you, then where is your courage? How can you live up to the name of the Honor Legion bestowed by the Duke!"

Under Joseph's strict orders, the more than 100 military supervisors also urged the soldiers to move forward by violent means, so that the entire "Honor Legion" finally marched normally.

Although this 10,000-man legion often had stampedes, at least it would not stop because of one or two traps.

Finally, the front suddenly opened up, the terrain was flat and open, and it was finally considered to have entered the Trier Valley.

"We are finally here."

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

Marching in the hills with complex terrain, all kinds of traps made him exhausted.

The more than 10,000 militiamen had lost hundreds of people before the battle began, and the remaining people were a little panicked because of the dead soldiers. He killed several deserters in succession and barely maintained the situation.

"This group of despicable animals, they don't deserve to be called the 'Legion of Honor'."

"This group of guys who don't understand the honor of nobles at all... They should be starved to death!"

Joseph cursed secretly while riding on horseback.

"My lord..."

The messenger's voice was trembling.

"What's the matter?"

"Is there another deserter in front, or another stampede, or another trap? Don't leave everything to me. I'm here to fight for honor, not to be your nanny!"

Joseph couldn't bear it anymore and said impatiently.

"No, none of them."

"What's the matter then?"

"My lord, please... please come and see it yourself."

The messenger's voice trembled more and more.

Joseph rode forward to look, but was stunned and fell silent.

In the flat and open wilderness, there was a mottled torrent of goblins and dog-headed men.

Their march even raised a cloud of dust.

This torrent was endless, rolling in from all directions, probably tens of thousands of them, with dim lights flashing in the eyes of those monsters, and making waves of noisy low roars.

Many of the monsters were covered with sparse scales, and the blood given by the red dragon made their blood vessels full of greed for killing and destruction.

There were also dozens of winged dog-headed men, Erd, flying in the air.

"This is..."

Joseph's hand holding the reins trembled a little.

He had imagined countless times that he would charge on horseback on the battlefield, bravely kill the enemy, and finally die of exhaustion, sacrificing his life for his family.

He was always moved by it, shed tears, and secretly determined to be brave and righteous in this way when he had the opportunity in the future.

But he never thought that the real battlefield would be like this.

If you rush into the torrent of monsters, you will definitely be torn to pieces, without any honor and dignity.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

Joseph muttered to himself.

For a moment, he even wanted to turn his horse around and flee directly back to the camp.

But the monsters had already surrounded them from all directions and came into contact with the militiamen in the front row.

Joseph came back to his senses from his trance and fear, and shouted with a trembling voice: "Fight! Fight and kill the enemy!"

In fact, the tactics chosen by the leaders of the Burning Embers, such as Doro and Rump, were surprisingly consistent with Robert of the coalition forces - all of them let the cannon fodder army lead the way, and the elite army followed.

And this army of dog-headed men and goblins has more than 20,000 monsters, who were recruited from all over Storm Peak, and only 30% of them have some rare red dragon blood.

Due to their smaller size, the combat power of goblins and kobolds is not as good as that of ordinary human farmers. However, they are infected by the aura of the red dragon and become cruel and warlike. Their fighting enthusiasm is far better than that of the "Legion of Honor" composed of serfs. ".

"For the Burning Nest!"

"For the great red dragon!"

Waves of roars sounded from the monster army. On the "Legion of Honor" side, people also blew the horn of attack under Joseph's order.

In this way, two large-scale cannon fodder corps were intertwined, declaring the official start of the war.

The kobolds and goblins of the monster legion were attacking crazily, almost regardless of their own lives, attacking the enemy, even though their opponents were just some farmers.

Several kobolds surrounded a human, clawed at his crude leather armor, hit his head with rocks, and stabbed his body with crude daggers again and again.

"For the Burning Nest!"

A dragon-veined goblin threw a short spear into the soldier's body, scratched it as it had no weapons in its hands, and finally even pounced directly on the man and bit him, making his face dripping with blood and letting out a painful wail.

The kobold Erd spit out flaming arrows in mid-air, causing the cotton clothes of many soldiers to burn, and their entire bodies turned into blazing "fire men".

Fire, blood, smoke.

There are no tactics at all on this battlefield, just the purest and most primitive fighting, and the situation is chaotic.

In just the first few minutes of contact with the battle, the "Legion of Honor" had already lost hundreds of people. People screamed, wailed, and cried in panic. This cannon fodder army was inevitably defeated.