The past two days in Muni City have been particularly quiet.

Life seems to have gone back on track. People are busy with their work and live their lives step by step.

Regarding the topic of the mercenary battle, the heat continues, but it is much lower than the previous two days. After all, for the Lulians, this is not something to be happy about. Whenever they talked about it, everyone just shook their heads and sighed.

After a series of moves from the nobles, Leo seemed to be stunned.

This young hero in the eyes of the Lulian people is still a little younger after all. Having just been promoted to earl, he seems to be completely unaccustomed to the world of nobility.

The union of thirty-one nobles, the more generous salary, and the sound of the gratitude that is now spreading all over the city have made this rookie among the nobles have no room to fight back.

In the past two days, the recruitment office at the south gate has become an ornament.

Except for the first day of Landero and more than twenty other mercenaries who signed up, under the banner of the Southern Cross Knights, no more people gathered.

A knightly order of more than twenty people?

This has become a joke when chatting with nobles from other places.

And to make matters worse, Leo hasn't shown up until now. Not even the slightest action to fight back. This has turned the tide of the situation. Even those who have faith in Leo can only remain silent in a sigh at this time.

If, in the past two days, everyone was still looking forward to Leo's counterattack, then when at noon on the third day, several troops who had arrived at the south gate of Muni City, people knew that there was no longer any suspense in this battle.

There were seven armies that appeared at the south gate of the city. They came from the imperial capital, Sinasir, Saxony, Venia, Anthos, Atlanta, and the province of Pega in the east-central part of the empire.

Each army consisted of as little as three or five and as many as twenty or thirty noble lords, and the seven armies together numbered as many as one hundred thousand.

These armies were originally here to participate in the demon war. However, while they were still on the road, the war was over.

It stands to reason that except for the relatively close armies of Saxony, Sinasiri and Atlanta, which have already traveled more than half of the journey and can continue to Lulian to rest and replenish before returning, other armies such as the imperial capital, Anthos, Venia and Pega should return the same way.

However, when the people poured up to the south gate of the city and looked down, they saw a series of military camps and almost all the flags of the southbound reinforcements they knew.

And if you look closely, you can see that most of these 100,000 troops were people from Saxony, Sinasirian and Atlanta. The number of troops in Anthos and other places was very small, and under some heraldic flags, there were no more than three or five tents, and the number was only about a dozen.

Armies from different regions, from different distances, and from different routes, appeared in Muni City at the same time, and they were all concentrated at the south gate of Muni City, which should not have appeared, as long as they were not idiots, everyone knew why.

Sure enough, at two o'clock in the afternoon, dozens of noble carriages with different coats of arms drove out of the south gate of Muni City. After a prayer hour, the news came that the foreign nobles and the troops of their families would hold a grand ceremony of reinforcements entering the city tomorrow morning.

Its intentions are clear!

At this moment, the city walls were already crowded with people.

People looked at the barracks and the teams of knights in fresh clothes and angry horses, pointing and talking.

"******, this is a show of power!" a Lulian civilian scolded angrily, "who doesn't know what they are up to?

"yes," said another, "when we were fighting the demons, they weren't that fast. I've heard that many of these guys are on the road, and they set up camp after walking less than 20 kilometers a day. If we really had counted on them, we'd be finished. ”

"Isn't it? You see, even the men of Anthos are here now," snorted an old man, "and if I'm not mistaken, they must have flown through Saxony in an empty magic ship, and then caught up with the Saxon army, and came here together." Moreover, the ones who are still the strongest are still chosen. ”

"These guys, in order to compete for the source of soldiers, really spare no effort. ”

"But, as annoying as these guys are, they do have an effective trick. You see, that group of knights, isn't it the Heavy Knights of Venia, and over there, the most famous Knights of the Dragon Sword, Pega. Looking at their knights, all of them are seventh-order red-tailed terrain dragons. ”

"Compared to others, Leo ......"

"Alas, it seems that he is doomed. ”

"Needless to say, isn't it said in the city now that the guys who first joined the Southern Cross Knights are fooled fools, and the next guy to join is a fool......"

“......”

Not far from the crowd, Bolong listened quietly, but his eyes looked at Landelo beside him, and his face was a little ugly. Around the two of them, dozens of high-level mercenaries and mercenary group leaders from different mercenary groups were whispering and peeking at this side.

"Hear that?" said Bolong.

Rondello nodded faintly, "Of course." ”

Bo Long couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and his voice raised slightly, "Don't you think it's embarrassing to be called a stupid?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the city wall: "Look at it, look at it! Look at the flags, look at the coats of arms, look at the people." Not to mention that your so-called knights are only about twenty of you, and even if Leo has a bright future, how many years will it take him to reach this level?"

The mercenaries were silent.

No matter which side they leaned towards, standing at the head of the city at this moment, everyone had to admit that the shock brought by the scene in front of them was too strong.

Mercenaries and armies are completely different.

Mercenaries are free, they can be in Saxony today, and they may be in Lulian tomorrow. In the mission halls everywhere, they all have familiar friends, and they can casually go into a tavern and drink happily and chat with those rough colleagues.

But when it comes to missions, most of them are dispatched in squads. There are many mercenaries who even live alone all year round and do not associate with others.

Even for some super-large S-class missions, several mercenary groups work together, that is, they each form a team, and only cooperate when necessary.

To put it mildly, mercenaries are always a plate of loose sand.

Even the most well-organized and disciplined mercenary regiments do not have the ability to fight a collective war. This is the essential difference between them and the army.

The mercenaries themselves know this. Therefore, when they decided to join the war against the demons, their first thought was to join a strong and trustworthy army. On the battlefield, only such an army is the guarantee of victory.

No one would joke with their lives.

If an army is not strong enough, then, throw yourself into it, and the future outcome is almost predictable.

Not to mention fighting the demons, even in the stormy political whirlpool of the Solan Empire, there may be no bones left.

But what does a really strong army look like?

In the past, everyone had heard a lot of legends about the army. Listen to how they break through the enemy formations, how they gallop across the enemy, and how they are invincible. Many mercenaries are well aware of these prestigious armies. Those classic battles are always chatting with eyebrows and dancing, or fighting for red faces.

However, it was not until standing on this city wall at this moment and seeing the heraldic flags that everyone realized that what they knew before was still too superficial.

The real army is what it looks like in front of you.

It is this kind of boundless slaughter that spreads out in front of the eyes; it is this kind of military camp composed of simple tents, and this kind of knight squad that only gallops on horseback, exuding the smell of cold steel; it is this kind of silent war drum that looks like it has been beaten to the heart and has blood in its veins!

When the riding spears of Rulin are neatly arranged, pointing diagonally to the sky. When the war horse began to gallop, the small steps became big steps. When the thunderous sound of horses' hooves is deafening. When the oncoming wind blows through the body. When the enemy formation is enlarged in front of the eyes, when the horse rifle opens the flesh, the horse's hooves trample over the corpse......

Who wouldn't want to be one of them?

And these are the things that a so-called knight order that is still in fantasy and still exists in the notice of the deserted recruitment office?

As Bowon said, even if Leo has a bright future, how long will it take him to build a truly powerful army?

Isn't this army under the city experienced in a hundred battles? Isn't that one of these armies with a long history and tradition piled up with one brilliant victory after another?

Like an old horse among mercenaries.

Without years of adventure, without the experience of walking between life and death again and again, without the scars and loneliness on his body, hunger, and the pain of losing his companions, who is qualified to call himself an old horse?

For a moment, all eyes were on Rondelo.

As the first and only group of people to join the Knights of the Southern Cross, everyone wondered what Rondello was thinking right now.

In his heart, there is no regret, even a little bit.

"To tell you the truth," Rondello said, meeting Bollon's gaze, "I can't answer your question." I don't know what Leo will do with the Knights of the Southern Cross, or what the future holds for this Knights. ”

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, he paused, and then affirmed: "But what I do know is, don't look at Leo with the eyes of ordinary people. ”

"Hey......" Bo Long sneered.

However, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Rondello: "I am not talking about empty words, but about me, and many people here, when they come out of the abyss alive, use our lives to bring back the understanding." ”

As he spoke, Rondelo turned his head to look around.

In the crowd, the faces of several mercenary captains were not very good-looking, and those mercenaries who had fought side by side, Olivia, Wood, Sanchez, and Xia Zuo...... Everyone's eyes met him, and their eyes were full of recognition that only they understood.

A smile tugged at the corners of Rondello's mouth.

He knew that during this time, they had been arguing with their fellow mercenary groups, and had been trying to convince everyone to join the Southern Cross Knights, and although their voices were weak in the current situation, none of them gave up.

"At that time, you weren't there," Rondelo said, looking at Bo Long and the other mercenary captains, "You don't know how we felt when we were in our most desperate moments, when we saw Leo luring that twelveth-level demon away. Since then, every minute and every second of our lives has been fighting for him. ”

"Of course, you can't know how we felt when we saw him come back from sitting on the devil's shoulder. Do you know what that is? That's all your hard work and fighting, and it's not in vain. And what you expect is a miracle in the end. ”

"It's true that Leo is young. If I had been married early, the children would have been almost as old as him. Among our mercenaries, a young man of this age is just a rookie. However, you touch your heart and ask yourself seriously, is he really a rookie?"

"When you are outside the abyss, in the face of thousands of demons, you feel hopeless. When those demons suddenly retreated, did you not rejoice, did not rejoice? Although you did not see him fight, he brought all this. ”

This was perhaps the longest thing Rondello had said since he left the abyss. So much so that Bolong and the others couldn't come back to their senses for a while.

"For such a person, I am not worried about the future. Finally, Rondello looked around, then pointed to the army beneath the city, and exclaimed, "I trust him far more than I trust these people! Knights of the Southern Cross, will be the future!"

After speaking, he took a deep look at Bo Long, squeezed out of the crowd, and strode away.

In the crowd, Olivia, Wood and a dozen other mercenaries glanced at each other and followed. On the city wall, only a few mercenary group leaders were left looking at each other and were silent...... (To be continued.) )