Chapter 210 Fighting for Military Merit

  Just like the secret book that Ace gave to the swamp kobold tribe at the beginning, it can change the form of the race, transforming ordinary kobolds into swamp kobolds with crocodile tails and crocodile scales that can dive.

  They changed from centaurs to horse-headed men.

  Thousands of years, they slowly multiplied and spread with the Calbes Mountain Range as the direction of expansion.

  When Ace unified the entire swamp, they joined them without hesitation.

   Over the years, relying on sufficient food, only 50,000 to 60,000 people were left after being killed by humans, and they grew rapidly.

  Relying on the military merits gained by being brave and not afraid of death, they have changed from 50,000 to 60,000 to the current 3 million in the past ten years.

  The entire race has returned to its heyday.

Faced with the temptation to obtain everything by obtaining military merit, the only legend of the horse-headed people, after exhausting their efforts, allowed half a million horse-headed people to appear in the queue for the expedition, instead of serving as logistics soldiers behind. You can't even see the shadow of it, and you can only be driven as a slave at will.

  So just after climbing out of the tunnel, he didn't even dare to take a rest. Without hesitation, he led his army towards the direction where the bonfire was burning.

   As a result, it was still a step too late.

   "Boss, should we rush forward? No matter what, we have to bring some military achievements back."

   "Otherwise, we won't even have a chance to drink soup when the big troops arrive."

   "Don't forget how those extraordinary legions used the big to bully the small in order to grab military merits on the battlefield. When they arrive, we can only smell the military merits."

   Behind the horse-head nobles, a second-tier horse-head hero in iron armor looked at the densely packed human army on the city wall, clenched the scimitar in his hand, and said hesitantly.

  Siege of a city, especially a castle that has been fully prepared, is not an easy task without four or five times the strength of the army or a large number of extraordinary people.

   In this wave of killings, all five thousand clansmen may stay here, and what they get in return may be just a little more than one thousand military achievements.

  The loss is too great, and the exchange ratio is quite unacceptable for Ma.

   But in the face of the fact that only military meritorious individuals can reproduce indefinitely and expand their own race, exchanging 5,000 horse-headed men for more than 1,000 military merits is a very cost-effective behavior.

  Anyway, whether it is a dark legend or a third-tier noble, they will not let go of such an opportunity.

  The horse-headed nobleman thought for a while, then said to the three horse-headed heroes in disappointment, "It's too late."

   "Siege requires ladders, we don't have time to build ladders."

  The horse-headed nobles turned their heads and looked towards the distant mountain with rumbling sound behind them, and saw densely packed troops of various races rushing forward desperately, howling like ghosts and wolves.

  The original mountain path was densely packed, and many soldiers were constantly pushed down the hillside.

   That crazy look, afraid that it won't be long before they have to run in front of them.

  That time is not even enough to hit the ladder.

"Hurry up!"

   "Trolls, hurry up!"

   "The military merits will be lost if you are late, and you may be slaves for the rest of your life."

   "With military merit, you are a slave owner. With military merit, you are a nobleman. With military merit, you are an extraordinary person. Whatever you want, the whole race will thank you for your military merit."

   "Come on."

On the mountain path crowded together, a troll noble, relying on his fat and thick body, was desperately squeezing around with a mace in his hand, pushing countless soldiers of the same dark race down the hillside. Open the way for your own soldiers.

   Not only is he doing this, some third-tier dark nobles are also doing the same thing.

  The whole scene was extremely chaotic.

  Although they were chaotic, their speed was extremely fast. In just ten minutes, they arrived under the castle and joined the horse-headed army.

  On the castle, the third-tier human nobles looked at the densely packed dark race army that almost covered his sight.

  Especially the dozen or so murderous dark nobles in front, their hearts could not help but thumping.

   Calculating casually, he, a small castle with only 10,000 troops stationed, unexpectedly ushered in an army of 70,000, and 14 dark nobles.

  As for the human legend who just watched the play and a dozen other third-tier nobles, they left as early as the moment his battle was over.

  The reason why they came was to find out what the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Alliance army was like. When they knew what the combat effectiveness was, they naturally left.

   As for guarding the castle, this is his responsibility.

  The higher-ups gave him a death order, and he could not retreat half a step until he lost 80% of his troops.

  After losing 80% of the losses, they withdrew to the surrounding mountains, joined some small troops stationed in the mountains, and continued to kill and wound the opponent's army.

   In short, it is to do everything possible to delay the opponent's attack speed and buy time for the blood sacrifice in the rear.

   In order to test the combat effectiveness of the opponent, the troops had lost more than 2,000 troops, and now there are only more than 7,000 troops left.

   Logically speaking, it can be defended.

  But when he thought of the opponent's desperate attitude on the battlefield before, he became a little uncertain.

  The other party is not only ordinary soldiers who are fighting for their lives, but also those extraordinary people are also doing their best. The other party's dozen third-tier nobles are not afraid of death and rush forward. He really can't stop it.

  The human third-tier nobles are worried.

  But the fourteen dark nobles below were quarreling.

   "Our troll clan is the most powerful, and I want five thousand human heads inside."

   "The rest of you scumbags."

  The troll aristocrat was lying on the ground with a body as high as four meters, and said angrily.

  Just now, a weak Tier 3 tauren nobleman gained military merit by himself and was about to become the commander of a thousand commanders, so he was ignored at all.

  Rushing all the way, he and his army were pushed down the hillside, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

   He was so angry that he wanted to chop the opponent into a hundred dollars.

  However, this can only be thought about. The other party's military skills are higher than his. If the other party hits him, he can't fight back. Although he doesn't have to obey his orders, the other party can humiliate him severely.

   Don't be cowardly, he will be bullied to death.

  So now he has a stomach full of anger, and his desire for military merit has reached its peak. Even if all the five thousand troops under him die here today, he will still get one thousand military merits to make himself a thousand commander.

   "What are you thinking? There are only 7,000 human beings up there, and you need 5,000. I can only smell the smell."

   "I gave you a face, right?"

  An ogre with a five-meter long ax in his hand turned back without hesitation.

   Then he said: "I want 3,000 for the military merit from above, and the other 4,000 are yours."

  (end of this chapter)