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At this time, there were naturally intelligent and experienced soldiers who knew what the scream meant, and that was definitely not explained by stepping on the air in the hut at night. Besides, the smell of blood in the town is already strong at this time!

However, it was too late.

When the attackers poured into the place called Salt Lake Town, the outcome was already doomed.

Or rather, in fact, when this group of people is eyeing this place, the town is about to bleed. The lord's brother-in-law just let go of the only possible chance of survival~~

Since there was no need to hide, the intruders, who had been prepared for a long time, lit the torches in their hands, set the houses on fire, and created even greater chaos. The rising flames formed huge pillars of fire, and then, because of the wind, they joined into a sea of fire, reflecting the whole night red.

The invaders didn't seem to have a fixed goal, they seemed to have come only to kill, to kill everything living in front of them, to bring death to all life, and of course, to loot every bit of gold, every piece of jewelry, and take everything of value with them, which was also essential.

Wealth, everyone wants! A beautiful woman is what everyone wants! And an unbridled plunder, it can easily take all this into your arms.

In this world, there have always been people who rejoice and some cry. The difference is whether it is naked enough or not!

Laughing, screaming! Shout, help!

Death looms over Salt Lake Town, filled with desperate fleeing people and soldiers chasing and killing. The soldiers of Salt Lake Town resisted, but more of them were exotic soldiers in leather armor and strange helmets, wielding the heavy swords in their hands, and directly slashed the panicked townspeople of Salt Lake Town, and blood flew everywhere. Or the intestines are opened, the colorful intestines are dragged to the ground, and the people who are not dead are crawling on the ground miserably, staining the ground behind them red.

The skillful killers naturally did not feel uncomfortable, let alone fear, they laughed excitedly one by one, and the heavy swords in their hands were stained with blood, wielding them more vigorously, and they continued to slash the living creatures in front of them, even if they encountered only a child who was not as tall as a wheel, or a pregnant woman with a big belly......

Fire, blood, death, killing! The flower of sin blooms here.

Obviously, tonight, the god of death came to Salt Lake Town, bringing with him the appearance of hell on earth!

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the nobles of the surrounding territories approached cautiously with their soldiers, and by this time, the invaders had long since disappeared, leaving only the scorched black of the eyelids and the deathly silence.

Soon, the killing in Salt Lake Town spread like a lot......

"It was someone else's disaster, a disaster that used to be, but if we continue with this trend, one day it will befall us."

- The language of a certain nobleman in Loren

Within a week, Loren City held two meetings in a row. Because of the looming crisis, the time for the call-up was brought forward. The donkey does not draw or leave, and the nobles of Loren City, who have a sense of personal crisis, consciously speed up.

"Array, shield...... Shoot the arrows! On the wide playground, more than 300 peasant soldiers lined up in a neat phalanx, under Raff's command, the tallest one selected at the front knelt down on one knee with neat movements, and resisted the huge shield, while the crossbowmen in the rear raised the black crossbows in their hands, tilted upward, and with the pull of the trigger, the crossbow arrows were shot out in a swarm, followed by an orderly retreat, and another row of crossbowmen repeated the work of their previous teammates.

This is the killer weapon carefully prepared by the tactician Raff - the three-stage shot, the crossbow version. He can proudly proclaim that he is the founder of this tactic!

With Raf's command, the shield soldiers in front of them raised the huge shields in their hands in unison, forming a tight shield wall and pushing forward, behind them were crossbowmen with neat steps, a week passed, this group of peasant soldiers finally had a bit of a regular army flavor.

In this way, Raff is one step closer to the title of famous general!

It's just that Raff has a bit of a headache that the time of the meeting has been pushed forward by a few more days, and there is not much time left for him. Having been on the battlefield, he naturally understands that many of the normal movements that were originally practiced will become completely deformed due to nervousness when they arrive on the battlefield!

"Take out your strength, you bunch of garbage, you don't have much time, if you want to make a contribution~~ If you want to get a reward and be able to come back alive to marry a big ass mother-in-law, then from now on, give me double my efforts!"

Well, big-ass mother-in-law, Raff has a common language with this group of militiamen in this regard, and can talk for three days and three nights.

"My lord, when we go to the battlefield, we really just need to do what we are ordered to survive, and do we have a reward?" A militiaman with a very honest smile asked cautiously.

"Shut up, how dare you question Lord Raff's words!" Interim commander of the militia. Mario, who is also indigenous to the world, angrily scolded.

Mario is in his thirties, and he looks like a member of the Communist Party at first glance, except that he has suffered a penetrating sword wound on his left arm. Even now, my left hand is not strong. But this half-cripple, not long ago, in the contest for the provisional commander of the militia that Raff himself organized, defeated several strong self-nominees in a row, and no one dared to look down on this cripple who had been very silent in the past.

Well, it's time to call the sir.

At this point, Mario, an 'elite' leader who was rarely seen among Li Lin's subordinates (who had served as a knight's personal servant for a while), became the highest-ranking militia in the training camp here except for the night watchman.

Probably because of his own experience, Mario attaches great importance to the hierarchy of superiors and subordinates. When he saw a small mud leg that dared to question the high-ranking knight, he naturally scolded loudly.

Of course, he doesn't necessarily have any bad intentions. Just because the system of this world itself is like that.

But a swaggering Raff didn't pay much attention, he waved his hand, and when the crowd was quiet, he proclaimed loudly:

"Yes, as long as you do what I have taught, and kill the enemy valiantly on the battlefield. The Baron said that the merit of battle is calculated by the head of the enemy, and the head of an ordinary soldier is one silver coin, and the knight is one hundred gold coins! And if someone is lucky enough to kill the nobles of the hostile country, one thousand gold coins per head! ”

With a bang, the entire training ground exploded in an instant.