Chapter 109 War (IV)

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

"It shouldn't be..."

"I'm the knight chosen by the Duke."

Joseph rode his horse and stopped not far from the battlefield, watching the "Legion of Honor"'s rapid defeat.

The "soldiers" under him cried and howled and fled everywhere, and those short but extremely ferocious monsters were chasing behind them.

In Joseph's countless fantasies, he should have led the army to charge back and forth, defeated the enemy, and finally received special commendation from the Duke, was granted territory, and became a real noble.

At worst, he would bravely kill the enemy in front of everyone, die in exhaustion, and become a tragic hero recited by the bards.

And now, he led a group of "gray animals" to defeat, and was about to die in this wasteland without witnesses and meaninglessly.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Joseph's face suddenly became fierce, and he made up his mind.

When the crowds of people were fleeing, he jumped high on his horse, went against the flow of people, trampled several people in succession, and even chopped off the head of the deserter in front with a sword.

Joseph held the head of the deserter, his face covered with blood, and roared ferociously:

"See? This is the fate of deserters!"

"You cowards! Animals!"

"Fight! Fight to death!"

At this moment, he was no different from the monster chasing behind him in the eyes of the soldiers.

Joseph's supervision of the battle really had some effect, which slowed down the speed of the crowd's evacuation. Faced with the choice of dying in battle or being killed by the generals, many soldiers still mustered up a little courage to make a final resistance.

But soon, they were overwhelmed by the tide of monsters and fell into a more thorough rout.

Surrounded by dog-headed men and goblins, people could only instinctively flee backwards.

"Go to hell, you monsters!"

Joseph rode on his horse and chopped off the head of a dog-headed man with a sword.

But soon, several goblins swarmed from all directions, jumped on Joseph, hugged his arms, scratched his eyes, and bit his face.

"Bang!"

He actually fell off his horse.

Joseph fell heavily to the ground, pulled off the goblin that was grabbing his arm and stabbed it to death, his face extremely ferocious.

"You damned bastards! Die!"

His voice was hoarse, spitting out of his roaring mouth, and he stood up with the last strength of his body, and actually threw all the goblins off his body.

However, before he could swing his sword, several more goblins pounced on him, and the weight made him, who was already exhausted, unstable and fell to the ground.

He struggled again and again, but this attracted more goblins and dog-headed men to pounce on him with their teeth and claws. Dozens of monsters were like a hill, pressing him down and making him unable to move.

"Go to hell, go to hell"

"Go"

His voice became weaker and weaker, and was finally drowned in the waves of monsters' cries.

"For the Burning Embers!"

"For the great red dragon master!"

The kobolds and goblins continued to chase and kill.

When the monsters gathered in a pile dispersed, only a pool of blood, scattered bones and torn clothes were left on the ground. The emblem of the eagle and sword on the chest of the clothes was soaked in blood, and no one cared.

It was once the symbol of nobility that Joseph was fanatically fascinated by.

But on this bloody battlefield, it was nothing, and even the kobolds were too lazy to pick it up.

Aiden, the leader of the First Regiment of the North Wind Eagle Guard, landed on a giant eagle, strode into the tent, and reported in a deep voice.

"My Lord, the Legion of Honor is being defeated."

"About 6,000 defeated soldiers are approaching our position."

Robert nodded slightly and said calmly: "Only held out for less than an hour, which is about what I expected. The only role of these rabble is to explore the way for our army and reduce some unnecessary losses."

His hands tapped the table rhythmically: "What is the situation of the enemy's army?"

"It's mainly goblins and kobolds, about 20,000 or so, among which there are some dragon minions, but they can only fight this so-called "Legion of Honor", and should not pose any threat to us."

"Very good, it's time to let these stupid and ignorant monsters see-"

"What is a real war."

Robert slowly stood up and walked out of the tent.

Aiden and Schneider followed closely behind.

The "Eagle Claws" wearing gray robes and holding spears and shields lined up in neat rows, forming airtight square formations. The shields in their hands were engraved with eagle feather patterns, and the tips of the five-meter-long spears flashed cold light, like a steel forest.

The war horses neighed, and the cavalrymen in plate armor were ready to charge at any time.

In the sky, hundreds of eagle guards flew around in an orderly manner, alerting the surrounding situation at any time.

In the open space behind the tent, the soldiers worked together to push the heavy crossbow cart and moved forward slowly.

"My soldiers--"

Robert's voice was not loud, but because of the spell, everyone present could hear it clearly.

"The real war is coming, and the enemies we face this time are unprecedented-they are those brutal monsters: goblins, kobolds, ogres and even dragons."

"They may be strong, powerful, or able to spit out terrible flames, but please remember that behind you is the Rackman Principality, where your parents, wives, children, and friends are. The expansion of the red dragon is endless, and the only thing we can do is to fight back as hard as we can to let these monsters know how powerful we are!"

"The Principality has given us many years of peaceful shelter, and you have also grown up under the cover of the Duke. Now, any man who knows how to repay a favor and has blood should know how to repay this favor, fight to the death for the Duke, and fight to the death for the Rackman Principality!"

"For the Duke, for the Rackman Principality!"

Robert raised his silver sword and shouted.

Most of these elite soldiers of the Rackman family came from cities, and were often descendants of urban petty bourgeoisie or small nobles. They received top military education since childhood. This set of rhetoric of "protecting the people around them and repaying the country's kindness" was very contagious in their ears.

So the soldiers also shook their weapons, and the gun barrels made rhythmic sounds on the ground, bursting out waves of cheers like waves.

"For the Duke --

"For the Principality of Rackman --"

This inspiring cheer lasted for a long time, echoing in the army.

However, a layer of haze appeared on Robert's face.

He turned his head to the side and asked in a low voice: "Aiden, why hasn't the Sixth Regiment returned yet?"

Aiden's heart sank, and he quickly replied: "I don't know, but they may have encountered the dragon."

There should be two more chapters in the evening, and 12,000 today