Crossing the fast-flowing Bull River, the assembled orc expeditionary legion, with the momentum of hungry tigers in the mountains, rushed from the Harrell Heights to the nearest transit supply station, Fort Cambert. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is adjacent to the beautiful Skatokting Mountain in the east, and the vast Green Valley Plain in the south, the terrain is mainly mountainous and hilly, with an area of 50,000 square kilometers, and the primeval forest accounts for 50 percent, the cultivated land area is 800,000 hectares, the permanent population is 200,000, and the actual number of inhabitants is only 18,000, including 2,000 standing militia.

The winding gravel road resembles a pearl necklace that connects the neighboring aristocratic realms and the manors by cobweb-dense country roads, making it both the political and economic center of the Cumbert Territory and an important link in the north-south transportation hub.

Baron Cambert, who was related by marriage to the Archduke of Virginie, had recently been so moved by the large amount of war supplies he had hoarded in the Vice-Castle that he had "floated" half of it according to the aristocratic convention, and ate him with a mouth full of oil.

However, His Excellency the Baron also has a deep concern, a month and a half ago, in the battle of the Benniu River in the Manassas area, although the famous general Marsden Weil defeated the noble new army of the enemy Principality of Maryland who made a detour and won the reputation of "Stone Wall", it is a pity that the enemy legions that appeared under his nose and the power of the new weapons surprised the nearby nobles three times a day.

Fort Cambert, which thought it was in the safe rear, suddenly began to disintegrate the sense of security with regular legions facing off the border.

The Olabadhu Mountains are no longer an impassable moat, and the roar of artillery can be heard faintly across the Harrell Heights, and the smell of war is more powerful than anyone's preaching.

Distrust of the Frontier Corps was growing, and Baron Cumbert did not stop reaching out to the war supplies in transit, and the number of "floating" as was customary, became even more.

Although he was the in-law of the Grand Duke of Virginie, with a very special position and a powerful nobleman, the regimental logistics officer in charge of receiving supplies finally had no patience and feared that he could not carry the burden on his shoulders, so he went to Baron Cumbert's castle in person, ignored the warehouse full of grain, and pointed to the number on the list and asked for a check.

At first, he tried every possible way to deny it, but seeing that he couldn't get past it, Baron Cambert was also a little annoyed, so he simply pulled a cold face and retorted vigorously: "The materials that arrive are packed in bags, and the number of sacks must be counted when they are transferred." ”

The logistics officer, who was born as a knight of the manor, was a vassal of the Grand Duke of Virginy, and had no direct subordinate relationship, so he immediately retorted: "Most of the grain bags have traces of thread removal, the lid of the powder barrel is sealed with the residue of secondary melting, and the full sack weighing two hundred pounds according to the standard weight has become shriveled after passing through the Castle of Cambert, and the weight of the powder keg is much lighter. I need an explanation!"

In order to prevent the spread of mildew, the threads are removed and the spoiled grain is dumped, and the well-preserved dry parts are a very normal solution. ”

The logistics officer regretted not bringing the Legion Accountant with them, and let them see the ridiculous face of Baron Cumbert, who was so cunning in defending his greed.

"You'll regret it! If the Frontier Legion is hungry and not well armed, and the enemy takes advantage of it, you will lose everything. ”

The baron raised his hand angrily, clenched his fist and waved it in front of him, "Don't use the assumption of defeat to intimidate me! Hey...... Without General Stonewall, I, Regni Cumbert, would have been able to withstand any enemy that came my way. ”

The logistics officer looked at the shameless baron and sighed at his arrogance and stupid short-sightedness, but it was a pity that he was a powerful nobleman, and the in-law of the sovereign, and the father-in-law of the first heir to the Duchy of Virginy, and unless the matter was brought to court-martial, he could not be harmed by his own wear.

Just when the two of them looked at each other unpleasantly, in a state of silence, and put pressure on each other with their glares and beards, the orc expeditionary legion that swooped down from the heights of Harrell continued to advance towards Fort Cambert.

The ground trembled faintly as the march was formed, and the rhythmic beat of the drums adjusted the pace of the orc warriors, as if it could not withstand this resolute and powerful vibration.

The expeditionary corps was divided into three directions, left, center, and right, approaching continuously, ignoring the hard laborers who seemed to kneel on the ground and picking up the fields that passed through the fields, but if someone, most of them freedmen, dared to light the wolf smoke and beacon of the news, the hundred-man team would inevitably greet them warmly.

In addition to the old man, who was completely tamed by the whip and shackles, the orcs in the prime of life either joined in voluntarily or were carried, and in a daze, someone was stuffed with a short knife in their hands, and stabbed into the overseer's body according to the instructions.

With blood on their hands, even the heavily enslaved orcs had to join the Expeditionary Legion and become part of the "Resistance".

The dew from the bent blades of grass dripping into the small stream, although it splashed many waves, at most a few blisters, and made a few ripples, but it easily blended into it, and made the stream grow stronger.

Ian McCallane watched the expeditionary corps of more than 3,000 people coldly, as if a magnet was constantly absorbing and growing, and couldn't help but cough, attracting the attention of Aldrich Tris, and then whispered his concern.

"More than 3,400 legions, and it didn't take long for more than 600 orcs to be recruited on the spot, and now the estimated number has exceeded 4,000. Terry, what do you think?"

The Virtue Knight was silent at first, but he urged him several times before he spoke his opinion: "Mayne, let's look at it from another angle, this is a good thing!"

"Rescuing enslaved orc laborers in the manor farmland, and recruiting blood on the spot to transform into warriors, means that the expeditionary legion can be replenished with a steady stream of soldiers, as long as the material consumption can keep up, it is too beneficial for our next plans. ”

Ian McCallane is not stupid, and with a slight turn of his head, he understands that Aldrich Triss means something.

As a member of the nobility of the Duchy of Maryland, the legions confronting the Duchy of Virginie on the border included the knights and armed soldiers of the family, and because of the opposing factions and the fact that he was defeated and lost in the Battle of the Benniu River, he naturally stood in the array of saboteurs.

The Orc Expeditionary Legion, formerly a slave, dispersed into small units to avoid surveillance, gathered an army in the Manassas region, and brazenly entered the Duchy of Virgini, not only to recapture the vast amount of supplies that had gathered the blood and sweat of their compatriots, but also to take the opportunity to rescue the enslaved people.

As for Ian McCallen's purpose, on the surface, it was to sabotage the transportation of war materials in the Duchy of Virginy, and to interfere with and affect the Frontier Army, but in fact it was to smash the pot and sell iron, and he did not hesitate to overdraft and borrow, and pressed all the capital, a big gamble with his own life as a stake, and won the earth-shattering feats of fame.

Aldrich Tries's mind is much simpler, in the name of helping his friend Ian McCallane, stir up the situation when the war is gradually cooling.

Since both sides are busy with the autumn harvest and other related matters, grain storage and repair of armor, of course, they must take the initiative to attack, so that the opponent is in a passive situation.

The third-party force, the Orc Steel Tribe, rises in the gap between the two sides, and due to the characteristics of all the people, the ruined ruins cannot be farmed at all, let alone resume production.

There is no soil that can take root, there is no fundamental plate for sustainable development, and in the eyes of top strategists with a holistic vision, they are just a pawn that can be used, and they can be allowed to sit on the throne.

Aldrich Triss at first only used the orc expeditionary legion from the land of the mountains as a fulcrum that could pry the tide of the war, trying to attack the supply transit point of the Duchy of Virginie, causing a neck-choking suffocation on the transportation line on which the border legion depended, trying to tear a gap in the remote corner of the front line, and change the strategic disadvantage of the coalition forces of Middle-earth countries after the war.

When he saw the scene of the expeditionary legion easily replenishing troops in farmland and crops, he couldn't help but think of the total number of orc laborers in the southern principality of eight million, and the "permanent population" of all principalities was only more than nine million.

Even if only one percent of them is siphoned off, the plantation economy that uses slaves will be stuck, the price of hard labor will increase, and slave traders and slave catchers will rush to the Black Continent frantically, and as for the hunting of orcs from the countries of Middle-earth, the danger will become extremely high due to the ubiquitous war, and the profits will not be enough to make up for the losses.

How to instigate the orc laborers of the plantations to flee the south, Aldrich Triss already had a relevant draft in mind. It's just that the southern principalities still continue to maintain the plantation economic system that remains of the old era, scattered in the countryside and towns, and all of them are stubborn fortresses, except for the fierce war that shatters all the existing order, I am afraid that the flame of resistance that has just been ignited will be quickly extinguished by the strong counterattack of the slave owners in the embryonic stage.

"Hmm...... If the orcs want to break free from the fate of enslavement, they need a leader like Spartacus, who has extraordinary personal strength, unstoppable charisma, superb military literacy, and iron will, and will carry the faith of liberating their enslaved compatriots throughout their lives. ”

Thinking of this, Aldrich Tris shook his head slightly, unless a miracle happens, living at the bottom of society, without relevant education, without the experience of cultivating from childhood, no matter how large the group of orc laborers is, it is a rare exception to have a few qualified military commanders.

However, the orcs from the Black Continent, their shamans have a secret inheritance, in the way of blessings and singing, to the ignorant orcs whose minds are blank, to carry out the ritual of wisdom enlightenment.

If it weren't for the hard work of maintaining ancient traditions and being sent to the battlefield by slave owners, the orcs would never have amassed strength in the war and risen strongly to become a striking third-party power.

Ideas collide constantly, sparks of inspiration are fleeting, and there is a lack of key information and intelligence to piece together a complete plan, let alone a layout.

"At present, the war situation is complicated, and the forces of all parties have generally formed two camps, but they are not monolithic internally, and they all have their own interests, so they can only take one step at a time, and first turn the rear of the Duchy of Virginie upside down. ”

At this time, the watchtower militia of Cambert Castle finally spotted the advance of the orc expeditionary legion, and they were terrified, but they still insisted on their duty, blowing the horn and horn to sound the alarm.

The Frontier Regiment Logistics Officer and Regni Cumbert looked at each other, especially the former, and wanted to slap himself twice, and his crow's beak worked again.

The two of them glanced at each other, and rushed to the wall in unison, looking at the tide of thousands of brown figures, and the baron's face became very ugly when he saw the more dangerous mortars, without the familiar large siege equipment.

The castle guards, who had not experienced war, and the militia with only basic training, hurriedly gathered their weapons and equipment and became a mess, and if the orc traitors attacked now, Cumbert Castle would soon fall.

Fortunately, the psychological quality of the baron's personal guards was strong enough, and they could barely suppress the uneasiness in their hearts, and quickly entered their posts, and the attendants presented longbows on both sides, and carved arrows were placed on the strings of ox tendons, and the extent that they were half opened, as long as the enemy stepped into the range, it was a dozen rounds of rapid fire in a row.

Chieftain Kruren Stoneheart noticed that the Legion's vanguard was within range of the bow and arrow, and immediately raised the totem scepter and slammed it, causing the forbidden orc warriors to stop.