When Marin saw the night watchman of the National Order, he was arguing with Anthony about going north - the battle in the north Marin thought that it was a little dangerous, after all, no one knew how many black orcs would be in the camp, maybe a thousand? Maybe two thousand? Or maybe a lot of black orcs have come out of the woods on this recent day.

All in all, Marin didn't want to take the father of the future head of the Gallo family into battle, it didn't matter if the waste in the eyes of the old master died, but it wouldn't be fun if his apprentice lost his biological father before he could be born.

But Anthony looked at me as determined: "We South Farolians have a common enmity with the Black Orcs, we were forced by them to cross the ocean, and now we have the opportunity to kill some Black Orcs, why can't I go." ”

What a mess of the hell, but Marin had no reason to refute him - after all, Anthony was not wrong, the Southern Farolians were the original masters of the Great Wasteland, and the war gangs of the Black Orcs swept the entire Great Wasteland, and their ancestors had to cross the Raging Sea westward, and there was not a single survivor left.

Nowadays in the Church of Justice, many Farolians have volunteered to join the Church as paladins or as squires in order to be able to cut off the heads of the Black Orcs, and in the large families of the South Farolians, it would be a great honor to have a trophy room dedicated to the skulls of the Black Orcs.

"Then I need to have your great-grandfather's authorization, or if you make any mistakes, I won't be able to copy you to explain to your family." Marin can only hope that Anthony's family can help him solve this whimsical groom.

Marin then said goodbye to the Night's Watch and Anthony, and when he returned to the living room, he thought of the question: "By the way, didn't the Night's Watch come to see me?" ”

"He swapped assignments with Miss Lulu." Lilim said.

"There's really a problem with the night watchman, how can he work so childishly." Marlin was a little unhappy - the girl named Lulu was cute, but ...... She's too familiar, and if she hadn't been repeatedly confirmed that she was a girl, Marin would have knocked this guy out of the stratosphere a long time ago.

"No, it's normal for the night watchman to do this, the observers usually observe the target, and if it doesn't match each other, then there is no point in observing, so the observer and the observed are usually selected by each other." Lilim said.

"Lilim, you seem to know a lot." Marin asked out of curiosity.

"Because we have observers in our churches." Lilim turned her head to look at Marin, "It's the Vanon mistress of our southern diocese of Sidney, and she has an observer sister whom I met several years when I was a child, and passed away a few years ago...... A very nice old lady. ”

Hearing this answer, Marin stretched out his hand and patted the little lamb's head, he could see the nostalgia in the girl's eyes, the old lady must be a kind old man, otherwise he would not have let his own girl be so worried.

Following Lilim back into the hall, Marin and the girls could not speak before a messenger from the Church of Justice rushed into the hall.

"Your Excellency Marlin! The legion encounters the Black Orc Warband in Darshak Territory, which is still 100 kilometers away from its destination! ”

Marin's first reaction was that it was at least a dozen kilometers away from his intended camp, and at least sixty kilometers away from the black campman's camp.

"Map." [520] Marin turned to Lilim and then looked at the messenger in front of him, "How is the battle?" ”

Although he was very nervous, Marin asked the messenger in the calmest tone.

"A big win! Excellency! The messenger replied excitedly.

"How about the casualties." Marin continued to ask.

"That has to start with the Wehrmacht being ambushed, Your Excellency." The emissary may have been embarrassed by the mention of the Sidney Wehrmacht, but Marin was truly relieved - the Black Orcs were not as good as their green-skinned cousins in the woodlands, but they were also a force to be reckoned with.

"Say it." Marin nodded.

………………

"What else can I say?" The veteran turned his head to look at his lieutenant and commissar, and the young easterner pointed to the Wehrmacht walking against the woods at the bottom of the hill: "We should tell them that the black orcs can reach under our noses through the woodland, and that they are terrible opponents in the woods except for the elves." ”

"But we've sent signal corps before, boy, have you forgotten what their commander said to us?" The veteran asked rhetorically.

"It's been too long since the Sidneys fought the Black Orcs, and they've forgotten how terrible these demons are, and we're no match for them in hand-to-hand combat! If they were caught off guard again, their entire regiment would have to die. ”

"Then go ahead, young man, and see if he will give you a face as a little worker picket." The veteran said as he patted the young man on the shoulder.

It is a good thing to have a heart and a conscience, but the military commander on the other side does not take these workers seriously at all, among those workers are veterans of the Sidney Guard, there are hunters from the Eastern Kingdoms, there are soldiers of the marksman companies of the northern countries, and there are even elven marksmen.

All of us here are united under the banner of Lord Marin, not by the orders of His Majesty the King.

The Wehrmacht's face had been lost in the past two days, if these Wehrmacht could really listen to them...... How is that possible, it is impossible for His Majesty's soldiers to listen to the command of the factory guards under the command of a great merchant.

Although the Church troops walked on the top of the hill like them, the big-headed soldiers had to follow the road.

It was fine to follow the road, but in the eastern part of the country to their right, under the cover of primeval forest, no one knew if the black orcs would go south—if they did, maybe they would meet here or somewhere else.

The veteran did not know if he would die, but the Wehrmacht of this regiment was afraid that it would not be able to withstand a single wave of charge.

This stupid regimental commander, I don't know which family it is, when the Guards select commanders from the soldiers and military academies, the nobles still use blood as the base point, they always naively believe that blood is the cornerstone.

It is true that high-end sequences and native classes need the support of bloodlines, but on the battlefield, bloodlines do not represent a great being who is good at commanding thousands of troops.

His Excellency Marin has said that the battlefield needs a professional commander, not a fool who wears out thousands of troops with his incompetence.

The eastern cub ran down the slope, and he approached the Wehrmacht team again, but this time he was knocked out of the line without even seeing their commander.

"He is a child with courage and determination, although there is some unexpected kindness, but at least he does not see death without help." The elf who came over said in his hoarse voice.

This elf is a standard marksman, and I heard that he has adventured with Lord Marlin before, and is a survivor of encountering the Chaos Squad at that time.

In any case, a good hand who could send bullets to the center of the target five hundred yards away, with him, the veteran dared to let himself poke his head out of the trench and look out—even if he was killed by the other side, he knew that this elf would help him avenge him.

"Do you mean I'm not going to save you when I die, you damn long ears." The veteran gave him a blank look.

"No, I've seen the kindness of you short-lived species, but your kindness doesn't have a second time, and he does." The veterans and elves laughed at each other's races with words.

"He's back." The dwarf who came from behind glanced at his military chief and chief marksman: "Speaking of which, I have never been able to understand the so-called face of human beings, isn't it that we mud-legged people are better at walking, and you don't want to think about it, how can we guys, if we are not good at walking, come to Fort Carter from such a far away, these southwesterners who have never even been to the north and are still using bolt muskets, what qualifications do they have to make fun of us as workers' pickets." ”

"At least the pickets, Bigfoot, it's good that they didn't compare us to bandits under the nouveau riche." The veteran replied with a smile to his logistics officer's complaints, and watched his political commissar walk back: "Although it is a little merciful, at least there is no obsessive-compulsive disorder, otherwise this guy will make a fuss, and we will probably have to go down and fight with them...... Damn, my foul mouth. ”

The veteran and his officers on the top of the hill saw the young man stomp his foot, then turned and walked back to the Wehrmacht.

"Long ears, that's what you said, at least you didn't see death and didn't save it?" The dwarf scolded a mother in a low voice: "He's almost stupid himself...... How did he stop. ”

The elf squinted his eyes, then was absorbed by the reflection in the woods.

"There is light in the woods...... Black Orcs! After speaking, the elf raised the gun in his hand without hesitation: "Target the edge of the woodland!" ”

………………

As the head of the regiment, Ron Salman feels that he has lost all the face he can lose in his life in the past two days.

Two days ago, when he had just received an order from the military headquarters to follow the Church army to the north to exterminate the Black Orcs, the only thing the Salman family had to feel was that the time was coming—his regiment had just been equipped with a new bolt rifle, and although he had paid half of the money himself, this five-round musket was far superior to its predecessors in every respect compared to the old single-shot musket.

Black Orcs? The kind of person who holds a cold weapon and starts running towards his target from a few hundred steps away?

May the Lord have mercy on them, and may their heads be hard enough, otherwise a missing head would be worthless, and the Farolians would not accept the unfortunate ones who are missing most of the back of their heads.

When he arrived on the battlefield, his regiment would defend the flanks of the Church Army, and although the Black Orcs were not afraid of death, these demons could not take advantage of the new muskets and bayonets.

And then Ron's dream was shattered when it did.

Because on the first day, the whole army had traveled nearly seventy kilometers, and his regiment was two thousand four hundred, and nearly four hundred people were left behind, and if it weren't for Ron Arima, Ron was sure that he would have fallen behind - he couldn't walk at all.

The regiment he trained so hard couldn't walk the church army where everyone was like a dragon, after all, everyone had eight steps per capita, but why couldn't even the Marin factory guards!

Those are just workers! It's just a civilian wielding all kinds of tools!

Why did they leave for a day, and a total of three people were left behind!

One was a scout who broke his foot and neck while crossing the river.

One was a medic who was accidentally killed by the wounded soldier while treating the Wehrmacht's wounded, and Ron went to see it, and I have to say that the other party's personnel were right to wear gas masks, and the smell made Ron dizzy at twenty paces.

There was also a bear man who had broken his leg and was carrying the cannon on his back when he was going up to the top of the hill, and he had nothing to do with it, and the unlucky man was shoveled to the ground and was now sitting on the back of the horse.

"Three hundred and eighty-seven people against three people, faced with the fact that there are more than a few more than the other side, Ron asked himself more than once, what mistake did he make, to lose the face of the Salman family in front of the world."

His Excellency, the cursing Commander, noticed his lieutenant approaching.

"How many people have been left behind?" Now he is desperate, and it would be good for him to lose a little face.

"No, it's the other party's people who are here again." The adjutant wiped his own forehead with a handkerchief, and then sighed with some despair.

"He's been promoting their ridiculous theory that the Black Orcs might have burst out of the woods again?" Ron gritted his teeth and angrily asked his lieutenant to blast the young man away - this is still a hundred kilometers away from the target, could the black orc fly over?!

Do they have griffins?! Or is there a horse?!

Can't you bandits under the name of the outburst be quiet and die?!

Ron was furious as he turned his head to look at his lieutenant, my lord, who had finally gotten that little bastard away!

It made Ron a little better.

But before he could be any happier, he saw the young man who had turned away stomp his foot...... He's back!

Ched Maria! He couldn't care more about his own feet! Why did he insist on his ridiculous and crazy theory, there were no black orcs here! There could be no ambush either! The entire Darshak Territory hadn't seen a Black Orc in three hundred years!

Cursing at this point, Ron saw the young man pause suddenly.

He pressed his hand to the holster.

What does he want to do?!

Ron also pressed his hand to the holster - does this damn civilian want to rebel?! Is it because no one wants to hear his alarmism?!

Then Ron saw the nouveau riche bandits on the top of the hill start raising their guns.

Then he heard the elf shouting—because the guys were repeating.

Woodland edge?!

"Black Orcs!" The young man's voice had sharpened with fear, but instead of running, he drew his gun and pointed it behind Ron's men.

Not to intimidate them?

Ron turned his head, and in confusion and confusion, he saw the huge black orcs rushing out of the woodland.