Above the swamp, almost instantly, a large army of well-armed and high-spirited troops appeared almost out of thin air.

Centered on the Great Tent of the North Sea Alliance, they blocked almost all the key arteries.

Some of the faster masters were able to pull up a troop from their territory to confront them, but many more were already hijacked in the middle of the road without even returning to their own tribes.

From the very beginning, Edward never thought of just putting his eggs in the same basket.

His thinking is very clear, since he has someone who has money, he should use it all.

Bribing the priests with heavy sums of money, but not fully demonstrating their strength to them, in order to dispel the vigilance of these nervous breakdowns.

And for the chiefs of small tribes, it is to pull their most elite troops in front of them, giving them a sense of safety in the most dangerous times.

For the non-famous chiefs of the large tribes, some envoys were secretly sent to contact them, promising them a better position among the Wiegand tribes......

The priest looked at the female general in iron armor in front of him, and already roughly understood her identity.

Then he asked, "Where is our Lord Edward now?"

"He, he's only going to stay where it matters most, and that's with his army. ”

Jan replied.

In any case, as the political center of the North Sea Alliance, the Great Horde is still the most heavily defended place in the Northland.

Even if it can't get enough soldiers from his vassal tribes, it still has an admirable army stationed here.

When he walked in front of this grand tent again, Edward's heart was a little less apprehensive, and he had added a little more ease, and he looked at the area as if he had become the master of the land.

It was only a three- or four-day journey from Hope Marsh, and in the freezing season, he could have come here very quickly, even with his soldiers, but it was this journey that the Campbells had been walking for twenty years.

Twenty years can change a lot of things, for example, his father, Thoreau, from an ignorant but confident young man, grew into a prince, and from a prince, to death......

And he has grown from an illegitimate child who was looked down upon to a "man with influence in the entire Dilistine continent".

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

An old man's polite cough interrupted Edward's musings.

"Lord Edward, you haven't explained your purpose yet, even if you are an ally of our North Sea Alliance, you should not suddenly appear on our land with such an army without saying hello. ”

"Especially in our alliance in this particularly tense situation. ”

Another old man also added very politely.

Edward's current actions are completely to replace the Alliance, and this matter can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, but these two old men have taken eye medicine at Edward.

In their opinion, Edward would not have dared to go to war directly with the North Sea Alliance under any circumstances. Because compared to the entire North Sea Alliance, Edward's thousands of private soldiers are still a small armed force after all.

At least for now, Edward had only a thousand men in his hands, and they had more than three thousand troops.

The two sides confronted each other in front of the tent, and some of the soldiers had already begun to sharpen their axes.

Edward today did not wear that silk suit, but wore a semi-iron armor like his most elite soldiers.

However, unlike those soldiers, his semi-iron armor was also covered with an additional layer of gray-brown wolf skin.

Although this made him always smell of stinking and roasting, there was no substitute in the entire swamp that was stronger and warmer than wolf skin armor and was also lighter.

"I'm not here to negotiate with you today, I'm just here to get what is supposed to be mine!"

Edward said as he poked his head out of his wolfskin coat.

"I've tried to earn respect in your way, but I've found it," Edward said, gesturing to the side of the tent. "This thing doesn't seem to welcome me. ”

This made the faces of several old people look ugly, but they had not led soldiers in years, and they could set their sights on their juniors: their tribal generals were also composed entirely of famous people, but they were all second sons or concubines (illegitimate children) who had no right of inheritance.

They hope that these juniors can produce such a few heroes and lead the troops to suppress the morale of this arrogant man.

But to their heart, most of them cowered behind the old men, and when Edward the wolf-headed looked at them with a sharp gaze, they even shivered with fear.

The old people greeted the relatives of these people in their hearts, but when they only greeted the ninth generation, they seemed to suddenly remember something, and forcibly held back the words.

This made Edward and his soldiers even more disdainful of the opponent in front of them.

But Edward didn't be happy for long, because he found out in disbelief that the opponent he had just disdained was now constantly thickening his formation in the rear.

It seemed as if they were squeezing more men from a few small neighboring tribes just to be able to defeat him.

Looking at the growing number of enemy troops, Edward suddenly understood what the old men were for.

Standing in front and speaking is just to find a reason to disgust him, in fact, he is fighting hard to buy more time for his army to assemble.

Maybe the words of those old men didn't disgust Edward, but they did.

He decided not to wait for the old men to come up with anything new, but to begin to calm the morale of his soldiers.

"Guards, your opponents are a band of cowards who have never been seen before and have never heard of before! They are three times as numerous as mine, but they do not dare to attack themselves, do you know what this proves? They are afraid of you, and if you stab your sword at their ridiculously thin armor, they will bleed back and die in agony, while your opponent is against one of the most elite soldiers in all Wiegand! Their ridiculous weapons can't even pierce your cloak!"

"Defeat them! We're only going to attack once!"

As a result, the calm snowfield instantly resounded with the sound of trenches like a sky collapse and a tsunami.

Edward's infantry marched forward in tight formation, like a Prussian army larger than the Great Prussian, and their weapons were the usual lethal power and powerful two-handed axes.

In the sunlight, the soldiers on the other side could even see the glint on the blade of the axe.

No one doubts the power of these axes, and everyone knows that if you touch something like this, you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover.

Some of the famous soldiers threw their short spears, but they did not release them at the right time.

The poor spears simply flew into the air at the feet of Edward's soldiers, and then they had lost their power.

The inaction of these soldiers naturally earned him a scolding from his commander.

Their thin leather armor and rabbit hoods suddenly had a few more whip marks on them.

"What are you doing here! Is someone who can't even throw a spear a soldier?"

But Edward's troops remained on deaf ears, and they only obeyed Edward's orders, and their master ordered them to advance, so they advanced.

On the other hand, the tribal leaders of the famous families made a mess at the critical juncture.

"The enemy is getting closer and closer, we should attack, rush forward, and kill a wave of their arrogance!"

A general with thick arms said.

"No, only brainless fools would think only of charging, we should have made their heads on our lines bleed. ”

This time it was a diminutive man who spoke, and when he said this, his legs were still shaking.

"Cowards! Only cowards would concentrate on hiding behind the lines!"

This time it was not the first general to speak. It's another guy who has a grudge against the short man. And the reason for the enmity was that his beautiful wife gave birth to a baby as short as a dwarf general, and after he went to the patriarch for comment, he became a general inexplicably.

The dwarf knew he couldn't scold this guy, so he tried to find his former opponent.

But when he looked behind him, he found that the place where the people were still standing was empty.

It was at this time that the commander of their wing finally gave the order to "throw the spear......

And just as the dwarf raised the spear in his hand, he found that the familiar figure appeared in front of him again......

This forced him to relax his throwing spear.

Just as he was about to shout an insult, a spear from behind pierced his body, and he only had time to let out a scream before he bled to the ground.

It's just that he was far from alone in screaming at this time, so when his comrades around him found the spear behind him, they only thought that he was injured by the loss from the other party.

The brave general was only clothed in a leather coat, but he took a heavy sword left behind by the Great Prussians.

Relying on the sword in his hand and the brute force in his body, he no longer knew how many wooden stakes he had cut down with his own hands.

He believed that his enemies would be cut to the ground by himself in the same way as the stakes that had been erected for practice.

Until suddenly a spear made of iron head flew in front of him.

The spear pierced his thick throat and pinned it to the ground.

After a brief period of confusion, dozens of "courageous" soldiers led by the somewhat reckless general finally did not even touch Edward's army, and were already tied into hedgehogs and rolled to the ground.

But their actions were not entirely futile, at least, if Edward's army continued to advance straight, the corpses that fell to the ground would inevitably affect his ranks.

The famous commander who noticed the fighter, a bald man who looked quite obese, roared loudly with all his strength at this time, and ordered the tribal generals under his command to arrange manpower to fill the positions of the dead soldiers, and quickly arrange them into a neater row.

"Raise your spears and destroy the rebels!"

The fat man blushed and continued to shout.

It was only after he gave new orders that the generals with their own intentions trained their infantry in their own way, and by the time they actually raised their spears, Edward's army had already undergone a new change.

Led by heavy axemen in iron armor and crocodile skins, they calmly bypassed the corpses standing in front of them, and they continued to advance from a dense row to a straggler's formation.

Behind them stood rows of pitchers armed with primordial shields and iron spears.

When the famous army started the first round of spear throwing one after another in a panic, these pitchers had already held the second iron gun in their hands.

As soon as the general in charge of the spear-throwing team gave the order, they threw their weapons at the enemy.

Moreover, because the iron spears they threw were far more powerful than the bone spears thrown by the famous troops, and the timing of the throwing was more neat, although they did not have the upper score in numbers, they actually suppressed the famous troops with their backhands for a while.

Knowing that their bone spears were too light, not only were they inferior to the iron spears, but they also had no range, so instead of throwing their weapons at the spear-throwers who were hiding behind their shields, they aimed at the axe-bearers who seemed to be easier to hit.

But the axemen that looked bulky and closer weren't as easy to hit as they thought.

On the contrary, after they widened the distance between each other and stood in two or three rows of skirmishers, the positions they could stand on became more flexible.

Most of the bone spears fell into the air, and even the throwing spears that hit these axemen failed to hit their vital parts.

The slain axemen only slowed their pace slightly, and after pulling out or breaking the bone spears that were hindering their movements, they were able to move on as if nothing was wrong.

But the iron spears that were thrown out caused great damage in the elite army that stood in dense formation.

Because they were standing in too tight a position, those spearmen could basically hit the enemy's target with enough force to throw out, and in an instant, nearly a hundred warriors fell in the famous army.

The fat commander couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Since retreating to this northern swamp, most of the enemies encountered are primitive people who have no iron and are tactically chaotic, and all of them are proud famous warriors who use their relatively good formations and equipment to crush the enemy, like this kind of one-sided situation, it is really the first time.

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