As a veteran and the deputy platoon commander of the 6th Platoon of the 6th Company of the 6th Regiment of the "Armageddon Orc Hunters", Captain Pavio de Barak did not know why he and his three squads of recruits were transported to a dirty and backward backward town while taking a shower.

Although his head was dizzy and he couldn't remember many things clearly, with his keen sense of smell cultivated in the rain of bullets and bullets for many years, he still led his subordinates to grab clothes that could cover key parts from the pedestrians passing by him for the first time, and then, under the guidance of a certain voice, rushed into the dock not far away, and came to a sailboat that had just docked.

Unlike other classes or heroes recruited by the system, not only was a new directive in their minds about allegiance to the new lord, but their memories were irreversibly damaged, leaving only a few fragments and experience of the battle.

Heroes of other races, such as Repp or Pesti Scourge, are systematically recruited to the Stone, and as humans and rat men, they will be controlled by the power of the underworld, and they will be very unreasonably loyal to a greenskin, but their own memories and past experiences will not be affected in any way, because they themselves are from this world.

But this was not the case with Bavio and his men, who had only a few fragmented memories, a vague memory of being part of a legion full of honor and glory, and then only knew one thing, and that was to obey the new commander in front of them.

This has become deeply ingrained in their bones and has become instinct with the summoning.

In addition, the class is also different from the hero, although it has the same independent thinking ability, but the former does not have the setting of "loyalty", they only know how to obey orders, neither bother with why they are here, nor will they ever question the orders of the lord, and they are the most reliable subordinates.

"Armageddon hunters, teach these fools what it means to command!"

So when Brienne heard this order, the orc hunters who came to the side of the ship immediately obeyed unconditionally, and Bavio took the lead, rushing from the plank to the ship, and then taught the group of guys on the opposite side who seemed to be fierce but were actually weak chickens, as he had taught the recruits countless times before.

How can you tell who the enemy is? It's very simple, those who don't give way, those who hold weapons, all put them down.

Since the commander didn't say kill the enemy, then he won't kill him, but it will definitely make the opponent lose the ability to resist.

The same is true of the other soldiers who rushed up, although they were nominally recruits of the legion, but in fact they were all carefully selected elites from other units, so they naturally knew how to control them.

A good soldier doesn't ask why, he doesn't ask how, he just needs to complete the task as quickly as possible.

Yin damage despicable combat skills, skillful and neat squad cooperation, coupled with indomitable momentum, soon the mercenaries in the downtown with superior numbers collapsed, dozens of people standing in the front were lying on the deck, and the others also reacted when they saw this, and threw away their weapons and squatted on the ground, for fear of being targeted by these fierce and vicious strong men.

From the moment Brienne shouted that sentence, everything happened between lightning and flint, like a violent tornado whistling by, and then it was all over.

In just a few minutes, there was no target in front of the orc hunters, but they did not stop there, but naturally took off the clothes and weapons that could be worn on themselves from some mercenaries rolling on the ground, but they didn't seem to be able to look at it, only a few of them took axes, hammers, giant swords, and other two-handed heavy weapons, and in their hands they were like carrying a branch, effortlessly.

These soldiers are all two-meter-tall, muscular hunk men, and there are really not many clothes that fit, like the biggest, Bavio, who snatched a pair of trousers from a red-haired mercenary, and barely put them on, with a large section under his ankles.

After making sure that the enemy had been completely resolved, the shirtless and scarred captain roared, and thirty soldiers dressed in the same mess as him quickly lined up in three rows, their eyes facing straight ahead, their hands behind their backs, and their faces resolute, looking like the elite of rigorous training.

"All of them, stand upright! Salute! ”

Boom! Sixty long legs, barefoot or shoeed, smashed together on the deck, and thirty human soldiers from the Warhammer 40K world stood in front of Brienne, saluting their new commander in unison.

Brienne nodded, her face long gone, she was so happy that she walked into the middle of the soldiers, ignoring the slightly surprised glances of the others, pinching this one's chest muscles, patting that one's buttocks, looking like a horny young woman visiting a duck shop.

She also probably guessed that this special unit could not come over fully armed.

It would be an exaggeration to ask them to bring their own large-caliber pistols and rifles, as well as the famous "Skinners", it would probably be an epic team, and as long as there was enough ammunition, it would be possible to destroy the entire "Nunn".

Second, it is conceivable that the system is this unreasonable call from another space, the more things it brings, the more energy it consumes, she doesn't think that the system will be so generous, if you have that ability, it is better to directly have more people.

As it turned out, it seemed clear that they were all bare-assed.

But even so, everything that happened just now has proven that this is a group of fierce beasts with strong physical fitness and combat experience, which is too important for her next plan.

At this time, Rip, who had not yet figured out what was happening, also walked up, looked at the mercenaries who were wailing everywhere, and asked cautiously:

"Cloth ...... Miss Renee, what's going on? ”

The blonde mercenary smiled like a flower, and the lie came as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Haha, these are the warriors of our Lordaeron Kingdom, they probably think that someone is going to hurt me, so they are a little excited."

Lordaeron? Who are you fooling, isn't this all made up? Also, you Lordaeron don't wear clothes and pants? At first glance, it was just robbed from the street, and when I got on the boat, I wanted to continue to rob it, isn't this a bandit!

Rip rolled his eyes, and it took a lot of effort to control the expression on his face, and he also knew that there were many people here, and it was not the place to talk.

Brienne knew what he was thinking, and casually explained.

"They...... Well, it took a bit of a way to get here, so dress ...... It's a bit casual, you leave this alone, go and go with the captain to go through the formalities of entering the city, procure fresh water and supplies, by the way, and their clothes, weapons...... Forget the weapons, hurry up, don't delay tomorrow's trip, and talk about the rest when you come back, and this bunch of fools on the ground, Fitandila, you take someone to drag them all down, don't be embarrassed here. ”

She wasn't ready to ask Rip to punish these troublesome mercenaries again, no matter how they were her own subordinates, this meal was unforgettable enough, of course, those few small leaders who took the lead would definitely not stay, and they would all be thrown off the boat later.

Since they are so capable, they will fend for themselves, but those few who are rolling around with their balls are estimated to have been lying in bed for a long time.