War (4)

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

"Shouldn't..."

"I am a knight chosen by the Duke."

Joseph stayed not far from the battlefield on horseback, watching the sharp defeat of "Honor Legion".

The "soldiers" under his command fled in all directions, howling and crying, followed by those short but extremely ferocious monsters.

In Joseph's countless fantasies, he was supposed to lead the army to charge back and forth, defeat the enemy, and finally receive special commendation from the Duke, be granted a territory, and become a true noble.

No matter what happens, he will heroically kill the enemy in front of everyone and die of exhaustion, becoming a tragic hero that Bard has passed down from mouth to mouth.

And now, he is leading a group of "Gray Livestock" to defeat, and is about to die meaninglessly in this wasteland without anyone witnessing it.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Joseph's face suddenly hardened and he made up his mind.

When the crowd was swarming to flee, he jumped up high on his horse and went up against the flow of people, trampling and wounding several people one after another, and even used his sword to cut off the head of the first deserter.

Joseph held up the deserter's head, his face covered with blood, and shouted with a ferocious expression, "Did you see it? This is the fate of deserters!"

"You cowards! Animals!"

"Fight me! Fight to the death!"

At this moment, in the eyes of the soldiers, he was nothing more than a monster being chased behind him.

Joseph's on-the-battle supervision really had an effect, slowing down the evacuation of the crowd slightly. Faced with the choice of dying in battle or being killed by the generals, many soldiers still mustered up some courage to make the final resistance.

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

Surrounded by Kobold and Goblin, people could only instinctively flee backwards.

"Go to hell, you monsters!"

Joseph rode on a horse and cut off the head of a Kobold with a sword.

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

"Bang!"

He actually fell directly from the horse.

Joseph fell heavily to the ground, pulled off Goblin's arm and stabbed him to death, his expression extremely ferocious.

"You damn bitches! Go to hell!"

His voice was hoarse, and spittle spewed out from his roaring mouth. He burst out with the last strength in his body to stand up, and even shook off all the Goblin on his body.

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

He struggled again and again, but this only attracted more Goblin, Kobold to pounce on him with claws and teeth. Dozens of monsters were like a hill, suppressing him tightly and unable to move.

"Go to hell, go to hell"

"Go"

His voice grew weaker and weaker, and was eventually drowned in the wave of monster cries.

"For Ember Nest!"

"For the great Red Dragon master!"

Kobold and Goblin continued to chase and kill.

When the piles of monsters dispersed, only a pool of blood, scattered bones, and torn clothes were left on the ground. The emblems of the eagle and sword on the chest of the clothes were soaked in blood, and no one cared about them.

It was a symbol of aristocracy that Joseph was passionate about.

But in this bloody battlefield, it is nothing, and even Kobold is too lazy to pick it up.

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

"Master Earl, Honor Legion is being defeated."

"About six thousand broken troops are approaching our position."

Robert nodded slightly and said calmly, "We only lasted less than an hour. It was about the same as I expected. The only role of these rabble is to explore the way for our army and reduce unnecessary losses."

His hand tapped the table rhythmically. "What is the situation of the other side's army?"

"Mainly Goblin and Kobold, about 20,000 of them. Some of them are Evil Dragon Claws, but they can only defeat the so-called 'Honor Legion'. They should not pose any threat to us."

"Very well, it's time to show these stupid and ignorant monsters—"

"What is a real war?"

Robert stood up slowly and walked out of the tent.

Aiden, Schneider followed closely.

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

The horses neighed, and the cavalry in plate armor stood ready, ready to charge at any time.

In the sky, hundreds of Eagle Guards were flying around in an orderly manner, always alert to the surrounding situation.

In the open space behind the camp, the soldiers worked together to push the heavy ballista and moved forward slowly.

"My soldiers—"

Robert's voice was not loud, but due to 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: Goblin, Kobold, Ogre and even giant dragons."

"They may be strong, they may be powerful, they may be able to spit out terrible flames, but please remember, behind you is Lakman Duchy, where your parents, wives, children, and friends are. The expansion of 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 peaceful protection for many years, and you have also grown up under the protection of the Duke. Now, any bloody man who knows how to repay kindness should know how to repay this kindness and fight to the death for the Duke, and fight to the death for Lakman Duchy!"

"For the Duke, for Lakman Duchy!"

Robert raised the silver sword high, raised his arms and shouted.

Most of these Rackman Dynasty elite soldiers were born in the city. They were often the descendants of urban petty bourgeoisie or small nobles. They received top-notch military education since childhood. This rhetoric of "protecting the people around them and repaying the kindness of the country" was very contagious in their ears.

So the soldiers also shook their weapons one after another, and the gun barrels made a rhythmic sound on the ground, bursting out waves of cheers.

"For the Duke—

"For Lakman Duchy——"

This exciting cheer lasted for a long time and echoed in the army.

However, a layer of gloom 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 that giant dragon."

There should be two more chapters tonight. Today is 12,000.