Grandi, a human boy, is an ordinary soldier under the command of Lord Duke. Whenever faced with war, the duke would gather the knights and squires to join the vast sea of people with the farmers of their respective estates and weapons on their backs.

Grandi is the eldest boy in the family, and his parents have two younger sisters and two younger brothers, but unfortunately neither the youngest boy nor the girl survived to be 3 years old.

This was Grandi's first time in battle.

In the past, Grandi's father was drafted into the army, and the boys, who had not yet grown up, had to stay at home and work as farmers. Every time the father returned safely and securely, and brought with him the linen and bacon that the gentlemen had rewarded.

"Dad, when I grow up, I'm going to fight for the Duke!" Grandi said as he ate the fragrant bacon. His dad just smiled and smoked his pipe, taking the occasional sip of ale.

"Stinky boy, this kind of good thing is not your share."

On an expedition the year before last, my father never came back. Only half of the soldiers from the same village returned.

Without the harvest of his father's war, Grandi, as the eldest child, had to go to the fields every day to dig and feed the family.

"Let's hurry up and fight!" Grandi thought to herself as he watched his meager gains being taken away by Master John's men.

As long as you fight, you can eat enough.

One night, Grandy and his companions deliver firewood to Lord John's mansion. It is said that all the people in the neighborhood will attend Lord John's banquet tonight, and the warm fire will burn until the next morning.

"It's a big deal!" A messenger stumbled into the banquet hall, "The orcs are coming!" The Duke of Richeliu orders the mobilization of the entire army! ”

Grandi heard the commotion and screams in the banquet hall, and his companions' faces were bloodless. But his heart was filled with heat: "Finally the war is going on." ”

Armed with the spears and shields that Master John's butler had stuffed, the villagers silently followed behind Master John on horseback and headed towards the place where the sun was rising.

"You, big man, yes, that's you." Venerable Young Master John pointed at Grandi of Muna with a horsewhip, "Come and lead me the horse." ”

In this way, Grandi became the young master's groom and personal soldier. He was born tall and had a lot of style when he put on chain mail and a helmet.

In order to ensure that the army of farmers they paid for would not be revolted, the nobles and squires also sent some clansmen into the army, most of whom were literate and even knights.

The Grand Duke of Richeliu commanded the whole army, the minor nobles served as colonels, and the squires commanded their former tenant farmers and now soldiers as lieutenants.

After passing through one pass after another, the morale of the soldiers, who were getting farther and farther from home, gradually began to fluctuate. As an army of dirt buns, leaving home is undoubtedly a scary thing.

Upon arrival at the Hearthfort, the soldiers were sent to defend less than 500 meters from the vicious orcs. After leaving the fortified black stone walls, the camp was under heavy assault for several days, and the deep trenches under the earthen walls were almost filled with corpses, and the stench of rain poured them out.

The brave Grandi was so reluctant that he stabbed the orc warriors who rushed up the earthen wall to the ground with his spear three times in a row, and cut off their heads and piled them aside.

At this time, Master John duly wrote a letter and sent it back to his hometown, and read it to the tenants before sealing it, in which he praised them and asked him to waive part of the rent of these families; A few of them performed well, and Young Master John asked his father to instruct the housekeeper to change a piece of fertilizer for them; As for Grandi, who was particularly good in battle, Master John also asked the family to tell him about his family, not to find any tenant girl, but to find him a girl from a rich peasant family, and when he returned home in the future, he would have to get a share of the errand of collecting rent and dividing the land.

In that case, what else is there to say? No one would want to hurt a cold hair of Young Master John unless he stepped over his Grandi's corpse. Even if they were unfortunately defeated, Grandi would never leave Master John and run away—neither would the other people who came with him, even if they were not as grateful as Grandi, but if Master John had any strengths and weaknesses, they would be beaten up if they fled home, and then go to the master to receive severe punishment.

After strengthening their determination, the soldiers fought very tenaciously. Although their fighting skills were very clumsy, they had strong walls, and Grandi felt that the orcs were not afraid to rush no matter how many times.

"I'll tell you," said one soldier, nibbling on his own potatoes, "I'm lucky to be on my way today." That orc brute's axe is going to hit my head. Shoot a bow and arrow from the turret, like this! ”

The soldier gestured: "Just like that, I shot him in the head, and he fell into the trench." I also brought an unlucky egg with me along the way. ”

The others were not interested in talking to him and were eating their baked potatoes to themselves. The soldier squeezed beside Grandi: "Hey, I said, big man, if I can take the opportunity to cut off his head, will Master John reward me with two good pieces of land?" ”

Grandi was about to speak when a strange roar was heard in the sky, and the soldiers on the tower screamed. Before Grandi could stand up, his body suddenly shuddered, and the soldiers and a large amount of dirt and gravel in front of him flickered by, and a rock the size of a house rolled over, and his companions, who had just gathered together to eat potatoes, disappeared without a trace.

Panic and chaos engulfed the outer camp in an instant. The orcs paid thousands of dead and wounded, and the fortified camp that they had not been able to take for days collapsed in an instant. The archers, who had been so successful the other day, jumped from the bow tower in desperation, and ran back like crazy.

"What's going on?" Grandi grabbed a guy and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Won't you see it yourself!" The man shook off Grandi with one hand and turned his head to run, taking off his armor as he ran, for fear that he would run slowly.

Grandi climbed up the crumbling earthen wall to see what was going on, and another boulder flew in, and the fleeing soldiers on the wall not far away flew into the sky along with the earthen wall beneath their feet.

"It's ...... What ......"

Several hill-like figures walked towards this direction with heavy steps, their backs hunched, covered with brown or white hair, their long arms hanging down to their feet, and their mouths as big as those of a carriage with sharp white teeth sticking outward.

Farther away, several identical figures lifted huge stones and threw them at the camp, and after each piece hit the camp, the place where it was hit was as if it had been plowed over, and all the people and buildings disappeared.

Grandi turned and jumped off the high earthen wall, pulling his legs and running.

"Whoop————" A long roar, mixed with the screams of countless people, and the earth fell from the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, Grandi saw a giant beast sweeping over the earthen wall with its long forelimbs. The two-meter-thick earthen wall was lifted away like a toy, and countless people were torn to pieces of minced flesh.

Hundreds of routs cried and fled under the walls. Fearing that the orcs would take the opportunity to break the door, the soldiers who fled crowded in front of the heavy gate, and no matter how they beat it, the escape gate was not moving.

The survivors who had arrived at the back crowded over, desperately trying to squeeze forward. The wide drawbridge was packed with people in the blink of an eye, and the survivors were squeezed off the drawbridge and into the moat like dumplings, making a plopping sound.

The first to fall struggled to surface, and a pair of big feet landed on their heads. The trenches, which were 5 meters deep, were filled with undulating heads in the blink of an eye, and the cries for help were terrible.

Grandi was physically strong, and although he was not squeezed down, he was also hit by elbows in front and back. "Get out of the way!" The sturdy former farmer pushed a group of people around him into the water, jumped towards the bank of the moat, and jumped into the crowd.

"Give us a rope!" The remnants of the defeated army crowded under the walls shouted, "All right! ”

Grandy shouted with his head tilted along with the soldiers, and he could see Prince Commodus standing on the wall, his brilliant blonde hair blown by the breeze.

There was no rope to put down the whole time.