More than a hundred kilometers away from the border, the barbarians of various tribes began to gather, and such a large-scale army build-up naturally could not hide the magic reconnaissance of the mages of the border army.

The dense camp tents and the barbarians who rushed from all sides frightened the mages who were scouting, and Viscount Namixia received the news as soon as possible.

When he heard about the number of tents, the weather-beaten veteran couldn't help but be shocked, it was only the beginning of the barbarian assembly, and a day later, the barbarians of each tribe had assembled, and the number of barbarians was even more terrifying than now.

Viscount Namixia hurriedly sent an urgent message for help to His Majesty the King of Lowe Royal City.

When the king received the message for help, he only smiled slightly, and wrote back to tell Viscount Namisha that he would hold out for two days, and that reinforcements from the White Castle were about to arrive.

According to the agreement between Baines XXIII and the White Dragon Lord, in the early morning three days after the start of the battle, the army of the White Keep will officially enter the battlefield.

In these three days, the barbarians can inflict certain losses on the Lowe Kingdom, but it is still within the controllable range, and during this period, the comprehensive ability of the four princes will be greatly tested, which is also the test question for Baines XXIII to choose the next king.

On the other hand, the armies of the overseas islands have been assembled, and in order to overwhelm the barbarians in terms of military strength, the White Dragon Lord has sent 10,000 ogres, 100,000 gnolls, and 1,000 fish-man nightcrawlers, plus the auxiliary troops in charge of logistics, the total number is as high as more than 100,000.

In terms of numbers, the number of the White Castle army is far less than that of the barbarians, but in terms of combat power, the White Castle army and the barbarians are very different.

The minimum threshold for the gnoll troops in the White Fort is the professional, coupled with the original racial talent of the gnolls, any gnolls in the army can compete with the human mid-level professionals, and in large-scale group battles, well-equipped and forbidden armies have an absolute advantage.

10,000 ogres are all heavily armoured, which can be called humanoid tanks, in close combat, a four-meter-long standard mace sweeps across the battlefield, and in long-range, these fat men who are generally four meters tall and have amazing brute strength throw spears with a power comparable to ballistas.

As for horse warfare, which the barbarians are best at, the gnoll cavalry riding the hyena is not at all worthy of the barbarian, and the hyena acting as a mount is also a combat unit, and the barbarian's horse is inherently at a disadvantage in the face of the fierce hyena.

At this time, these 100,000 or so people had already assembled in the isolated military zone, and large military transport ships lined up at the docks, waiting for the last batch of military supplies to be prepared, and then rushed to the battlefield.

After the last batch of supplies was prepared, the horn of the expedition sounded.

Woooooo

At the sound of the trumpet, groups of gnolls and ogres assembled, lined up in a marching procession, walked out of the barracks, and walked towards the large military transport ship on the dock.

On the twenty military docks, large three-masted transport ships lined up, engulfing one group after another of soldiers, and then set sail when they were full, and the transport ships lined up behind immediately filled the vacant places, and everything was in order, like an assembly line on a factory.

Around the perimeter of the large three-masted transport ship, a group of fishmen parade back and forth to prevent the transport ship from being attacked.

The supreme commander of this military operation, the gnoll man, Hogg Riverpaw, stood on the bow of the flag ship with one hand, looking at the four dragon rings hunting in the sea breeze, and his heart was full of pride, this is the kingdom of Yafi Ive, which it fought for.

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After receiving the king's reply, Viscount Namixia breathed a sigh of relief, and also understood why His Majesty the king took the initiative to provoke the barbarians, with the assistance of the superior combat strength of King Yafi Aiwei's ** team, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.

The Kingdom of Lowe will win!

Viscount Namixia had this belief firmly in his heart, and immediately began to think about the current situation.

The time of the voyage, combined with the time of the land march, it would take three days for the army of the White Castle to reach the battlefield, during which the kingdom of Lowe would face the angry barbarian army alone.

Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, in the past few days, the Luowei Kingdom can only rely on itself, how to preserve the strength to the greatest extent and reduce the losses of the Luowei Kingdom, this excellent commander is thinking about the problem.

After thinking about it, the barbarians had an absolute advantage in numbers, but they lacked siege equipment, and defending the city was the safest way.

But if they blindly defend the city, the barbarians jump across the border and go to the interior to wreak havoc, this situation is not what Viscount Namixia wants to see.

Bang Bang Bang!

Just as Viscount Namixia frowned and picked up his pen to plan on the map, a hurried alarm bell rang.

This was a warning from the soldiers on duty on the castle tower, and Viscount Namixia was startled, and hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, picked up the sword placed on the side of the table, and walked quickly in the direction of the city wall.

Passing through the panicked people returning home, Viscount Namixia ascended the castle tower and saw the smoke and dust raised in the distance, which was produced by the running of a large number of horses.

According to the range of smoke and dust, the experienced Viscount Namixia judged that the number of enemies was no less than thirty thousand, and his face was solemn.

"Pass the order!"

"Open the warehouse, prepare the arrows, and distribute them to the warriors!"

"Replenish all the horses with the best forage!"

"Inform the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Cavalry Regiments! Assemble and prepare to go out of the city for guerrilla!"

“......。 ”

Behind the viscount, one by one the heralds received the order, ran quickly down the city wall, and galloped towards all sides of the city.

As the order was given, the fat quartermaster carried a long string of keys and led a team of empty-handed young men to open the doors of one warehouse after another, and the young men took out the war materials in the warehouse and stacked them neatly on the wooden cart outside the door.

The materials on the cart were piled higher and higher, and the wheels wrapped in iron sheets creaked, and when a cart was full, the veteran who drove the cart waved the leather whip in his hand and whipped it on the butt of the horse pulling the cart.

The horses, pulling the loaded carts, trotted down the empty streets in the direction of the city walls, and the carts behind them moved forward to fill the vacant spots.

The veteran sat on the edge of the cart and waved his whip when he felt that the speed was slow, and when the alarm bell rang, the residents of the street hurried back to their homes and closed their doors, so that the street was empty at this time, and the carriage did not have to worry about hitting people.

Due to the full load, the speed of the horse was very slow, and the cavalry on the horse, from time to time, overtook the horse pulling the cart.

Although inferior to the cavalry, the horses were still faster than the soldiers on foot, and they passed the bands of soldiers running along the streets, and the carts transporting arrows rushed to the city wall not far away.

Seeing this, the soldiers in charge of logistics hurriedly divided a team of men to carry bundles of arrows on the carts, and bundles of arrows were carried by the soldiers and carried to the city wall.

On the steps up and down the city wall, the soldiers carrying supplies leaned on the inside and up, and the soldiers who went down empty-handed ran down the city wall quickly, and the two passed by, but did not affect the other's actions in the slightest.

As soon as a cart was emptied, the veteran who drove the cart waved his whip again, and the cart ran in the direction of the warehouse.

Under the tall city walls, horse breeders fed the horses of the cavalry with bean bran, and in order to cope with the possible cavalry battle, these horses needed to replenish a lot of energy and eat the rare essence in normal times.

And the knights of these military horses, after they were assembled, sat in rows under the corner, and ate the freshly delivered dried meat with liquor or water.

Like horses, cavalrymen also need meat to replenish their strength, and they bite the dried flesh in their hands as if they were the flesh of the enemy, and from time to time they are poured with a sip of water or spirits.

The spicy liquid ran down his throat and into his stomach, and a soldier threw his head back and exhaled a white breath with a sound of satisfaction.

The soldier's face was slightly red, he shook the military kettle in his hand, listened to the small half bottle of wine left, smacked his lips, and hung the kettle on his waist with a reluctant face.

If it was in normal times, he would definitely get drunk and rest, but the big war was coming, but he must not be greedy.

Because it is located in the north and the weather is cold, the northerners have a tradition of drinking to keep out the cold, and it is not forbidden to drink alcohol in the border army, but if you are drunk and can't go to the battlefield, then before the enemy comes, the commander will cut off the head of the drunk guy to make an example.

After eating and drinking, the soldier drew the long sword at his waist and wiped the blade with the corner of his coat, so gentle that it seemed to caress the pretty face of a lover.

Weapons are a soldier's second life, and it is a tradition for warriors to wipe their weapons before battle and pray to the gods they worship.

Some of them prayed that they would be able to defeat their enemies and be knighted, some only prayed that they would survive, and no matter how bad they were, they also prayed that after their own death, the gods would send messengers as soon as possible to receive their souls to the eternal kingdom.

Above the praying soldiers, the soldiers in the city did not have time to pray, they watched the smoke and dust getting closer and closer, and their hearts were pounding, even the veterans could not help but beat their hearts faster before going to battle.

At the feet of the soldiers, several bundles of arrows were neatly stacked, and there were several large stones piled up in the corners of the city wall behind them.

With the help of a well-developed chain of command, the Midoran Fortress, where Viscount Namisha was located, was ready for battle.

The infantry wore standard chain mail, and the cavalry also stood beside their horses, and because the enemy was a barbarian, most of the border troops of the Kingdom of Lowe were light cavalry, and the most common infantry and auxiliaries accounted for the other half.

At this time, in addition to the emergency force and the reserve force, the infantry stood on the city wall, standing with the supreme commander of the border troops, Viscount Namixia, watching the barbarian ranks getting closer and closer.

The barbarian team has appeared in the field of vision of the soldiers, tens of thousands of barbarians on horses scattered and rushed straight towards the Midoran Fortress, the sound of horses' hooves shook the sky, looking at this posture, it seemed that they wanted to surround the Midoran Fortress.

However, this is not the case, the cavalry will raise a lot of dust when running, if you run in a long line, the knights behind will inhale a lot of dust, and no one can stand it if they inhale dust for a long time, so the formation of the cavalry when rushing is as much as possible in a "one" shape.

Oh oh ~ !

It didn't take long for the soldiers on the walls to hear the characteristic battle cries of the barbarians in the sound of horses' hooves.

Viscount Namixia's face was solemn.

"Order the first, second, and third knights to go out of the city and disperse into the wilderness. ”

"Yes!"

As the order was delivered, the back door of the Midoran Fortress was opened, and the three knights who had been named rushed out and ran towards the vast mountains and forests of the Kingdom of Lowe.

The Kingdom of Lowe set up five military fortresses on the border with the barbarians, and 100,000 border troops were scattered in the five forts to protect the interior of Lowe to the greatest extent.

The Midoran Fortress is the middle of the five fortresses, and it is also the command center of the border troops, and there are six cavalry regiments in the Midoran Fortress, each with 2,000 cavalry regiments.

On weekdays, six knights take turns patrolling the border to prevent small groups of barbarians from infiltrating the interior to wreak havoc.

But at this time, the attack of a large number of barbarians, which was already in a weak position and dispersed forces, was undoubtedly stupid, and Viscount Namixia concentrated all six cavalry regiments.

The barbarians lacked siege equipment, but their strength was superior, and Viscount Namixia speculated that the barbarians would adopt a strategy of besieging but not attacking, blocking the border troops in the city, and then sending barbarian detachments to bypass the city and plunder the villages on the border of the Kingdom of Lowe, forcing the defending army out of the city to meet the battle.

Instead of being forced out of the city to face the battle, it is better to divide a part of the troops in advance and disperse into the mountains and forests of the country to attack the barbarian detachments passing by, and the cavalry hidden in the mountains and forests can also deter the enemy.

The remaining troops in the city are enough to defend the fortress, and the remaining three regiments of cavalry serve as a strategic deterrent, and when the White Fort army arrives, it can also flank the barbarians who infiltrate the kingdom.

Viscount Namixia sighed, although there was a scattered cavalry deterrence, there were too many villages inside the kingdom to protect it at all.

Fortunately, the villagers were notified in advance and went to the nearest city for refuge, but the monk could not escape the temple, and the remaining villages were inevitably ruined by the barbarians.

Outside the range of the crossbow arrows, the barbarians stationed their horses, lined up, screaming and waving their weapons.

Due to the different tribes, these barbarians have different weapons, the most common are axes, scimitars, spears, and it looks like a ragtag army, but the combat effectiveness of this ragtag army should not be underestimated.

There is a reason why barbarians can become a pest in the north, they are physically strong, good at riding, come and go like the wind, and have a fierce fighting style, they dare to bite monsters in the wilderness when they are crazy, and ordinary people are really not their opponents.

In the distance, a barbarian drove his crotched horses away from the ranks and ran toward the fortress of Midoran.

At the foot of the gates of the fortress of Midoran, the sturdy barbarian with oil paint on his face reined in his horse, and looked at the people on the city wall with contempt for the people who drew their bows.

"I am the chief of the Muro clan, the chief of this great army, and I will call your chief to come out and talk!"

On the city wall, Viscount Namixia said loudly.

"I'm the Supreme Commander of the Frontier Army of the Kingdom of Lowe—Namsia Simir!

"Namixia?!I've heard of you!"

Perma Khan's tone suddenly raised a little, and he asked angrily.

"Who gave you the courage! How dare you slaughter the people of Sandonal! Do you dare to go out of the city and fight me to the death?!"

"Don't dare!"

Viscount Namixia's natural tone made the barbarian chief choke, and he couldn't say the lines that were originally drafted.

The scene was very awkward for a while.

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