Chapter 11 Adventure and Benefits [2]

In the central hinterland, Malin Volt Town, the number of local troops stationed remains at 700, which is a supplementary brigade. Five hundred main battle members, two hundred reserves, many of whom are from militia, but now it's different. Many people choose to take the path of professional soldiers. After all, the kingdom is in a period of expansion. If you have great military achievements, you may be able to get supreme glory for a long time in the future and live a good life.

This is a very simple, direct and correct idea. In the eyes of most people, there seems to be no problem.

With military merit, you can be knighted. There are 20 levels of titles in the kingdom. If any soldier bravely kills the enemy, he can get such a credit, and then grant a title. Even if he is lucky, when it is the turn of land distribution, maybe the senior officials of the kingdom can also draw a large piece of land and take a piece of land. It is used as the exclusive place after the demobilization of members of a legion.

Glory and interests are the driving force to stimulate these men to train and fight bravely. Ideal... Isn't the ideal so simple? Those guys who are shouting for no return, please go to hell. This is not the Paradise Lost, but the Norman Kingdom, a rich country that everyone yearns for.

"Is there any warning? It's just that I really don't know what kind of person came here? After all, the number of airships is inaccurate, and it can't be seen clearly at night. The space scattered out at night is too big. I don't know what it will look like.

The captain of Marinvolt town bit the cassava, and the aroma filled his empty stomach. The watchman was hungry. There was nothing to say. There was some chewy cassava, which was also fragrant when biting in his mouth.

"Anyway, according to the regulations, I can only protect Marinvolt. The rest of the town can only be supported after seeing the request for help. I really hope that the day will come soon. At night, it really makes people feel unsafe."

scratching his head, he seemed to be a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and patted his head fiercely: "You idiot! What depressing words are you talking about!"

There is no need for the guards to report the sound of horses' hoofs. He can also hear that it doesn't matter what these people come in at night. The important thing is that he must guard the town, which is as simple as this.

This is an adventure, but for the benefit and safety of the townspeople, he must do so. Is there no reason? Yes, that is, as a soldier of the Norman Kingdom, from the moment he was sworn in under the banner of the Black Tiger War, there was a contract and sacred mission given by law, which was entrusted to him. Holding a sword in hand, this is the responsibility of the kingdom and the people.

It is not so much an obligation as a strong sense of pride. As one of the powerful warriors of this kingdom, this feeling of pride may be maintained the moment when his body is converge into the coffin.

Then there is a line of big characters written on the tombstone: he was born on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, and died on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year. He is a soldier who is respected and dedicated his glorious life.

Maybe there will be a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and maybe those living comrades-in-arms will say proudly to the tombstone: "Hey, asshole, I didn't expect you to die in front of me!" Damn it!"

Your Majesty... Will he remember himself? Will it?

I'm just a captain, a captain of the local army. However, I am also a soldier of the kingdom, aren't I?

After thinking about it, I felt that I had started to think nonsense again. I shook my head, patted my cheek, and said to myself, "I should be more nervous, shouldn't I?"

Just when it was time to go out, the guards shouted a little nervously, "Report to the captain, the enemy's cavalry is less than five kilometers away from us!"

It looks quite far away. However, it soon became known why the other party dared to sprint so much. They rode two by one, and the horses were spewing air. A large group of black pressure, like tens of thousands of people, and the starry sky above their heads was vast. They didn't know how much pressure they gave people under such a situation.

But the good thing is that many people have seen millions of wars. Many people who have withdrawn from the southern war zone are here in front of the little leader. A few scattered people are talking to each other, and then patting the strong bow at their waist. At night, it is still this kind of remote thing, which is reliable.

One kilometer, it seems that the enemy has not thought about what to do if he can't do it.

Five hundred meters, the strong bow is still prepared. The arrow pot is leaning against the wooden wall, with three pots. There are 30 arrows in each arrow pot. A wave of arrow rain will hit it at any time, but the other party is not a fool. Naturally, he knows how bad such a frontal attack will be. The bows and arrows they also prepared were squeaking, and the sound came through the air, and the beep sound was nailed to the wooden wall. The town is not big, and there are a lot of wooden buildings.

There was a familiar smell of fire oil permeated the air, which made the veterans nervous and shouted, "Guards! Guards! Prepare cold water! Prepare cold water--"

The most shrewd veteran, at this time, also began to be a little nervous and confused. Therefore, a wave of arrows looking for the sound hit him. Everyone did not know the direction, but they saw that there seemed to be a lot of people in the dark pressure. With a poof, an arrow penetrated his throat, and the surrounding wood was full of arrows. .

The veteran died, and the recruit next to him trembled. When he was about to shout, another veteran kicked his calf, and the recruit was paralyzed.

The veteran cursed and grinned, "Which son of a bitch? Don't blame me for not recognizing people!"

With a chime, the knife shone clearly, which made people shudder. And the new recruit was sobbing, "He... he's dead!"

"So what?! Dead! That's dead. It's his bad luck and bad luck! If you don't want to die, kill the people who come to kill us. If you survive, you won't die!"

This veteran is more fierce than many people. It seems that he is usually very powerful. At this time, the squadron captains have begun to arrange. The veteran greeted a group of people and began to fight back.

There are several sharpshooters, but this is only a sharpshooter who has never been to the battlefield. By feeling, there are also a few people who shoot arrows. The sound is endless. Although there is a muffled humming sound and the sound of falling horse, the two sides are holding each other. On the one hand, he was uneasy, and on the other hand, he was a little confused about the situation. They didn't expect that there were many people stationed in this shabby town.

Although it has long known that there are only six or seven hundred people in the town, when it really starts to fight, I am still afraid that the information is wrong. They are soldiers of the Roman Empire, and their self-confidence is still explosive. What's more, the hardships and panic of the Minsk Autonomous Territory are also known. Only when they really grab things can they solve future things. Now, it seems that it is not suitable to consider dangerous problems.

"Two wings cover! Fight!"

These Northern Legion Cavalry of the Roma Empire are not fools. They are elites, and their grasp of the war situation is still extremely accurate. In an instant, the cavalry began to envelop. The two wings were really weak, and the arrow feathers were like stingy ghosts, very few. After the great joy, the cavalry began to attack the gates on both sides, as if the wooden shelves were very unreliable and ready to break at any time.

At this time, the people in Marinvolt Town also woke up. There was no panic that people encountered by the enemy. Instead, the men rose up to guard the city, and the women transported water trucks and trees. This was completely reversed from other countries. For a while, the rangers thought they were attacking a military town.

The fire oil on the wall of the wall was washed down by cold water. Although it still ignited a lot, at least it would not threaten the wall. Cold water kept pouring on it. It seemed that it was not a big problem, but from time to time, someone was still killed by an arrow. The guys who came up were crawling and walking now, and then laughed, thinking that the days of the war were a little ridiculous.

This is to be bold. No one knows what his behavior is, but he just walked dullly. After a long time, it was a little strange. A large area of black pressure came over, and then it was so unresolute and incomplete? Some veterans can't help but slander: These thieves are really disappointing and have no guts!

The recruits are thankful for God. What they are most afraid of is to die here. They have never seen any big world. Before they really become soldiers, it seems that they only have the ability to pray.

Training does not make them veterans and warriors. Only by constantly fighting can those stunned mutiny become stronger. I don't know what will happen in the future.

Norman's personality seems to have a tough side.

"Hahahaha... Brothers, we have to teach these guys a good lesson!"

The swish arrow immediately shot at the sound, but the sound still sounded loudly, and bent the arrow, and shot with the strong bow in his hand very fast. This is a divine archer. On the southern battlefield, he shot many people with a bow and arrow in his hand. He is a person who can be heard of at the regimental commander level.

Pride, faith and contempt made the archer start a counterattack. Of course, it's just a personal counterattack. It's just a joke to expect six or seven hundred people to defeat the enemy who don't know how many people are outside.

Puff, Puff!

The sound of the arrow was transmitted to the tower and immediately encouraged the momentum. The archer did not stop, but calmly ran a distance in the opposite direction. Then he added dozens of arrows in his original position and forward position. There are not a few people who want his life.

However, it was obvious that he had the quality of a veteran. He bowed his head and suddenly stood up with another arrow.

Poof! Good archery!

Another rider fell down, and the people on the wall didn't seem to think this adventure was terrible.