Although Tehenaut is called an oasis, it is nothing more than a half-dead bush, sparse vegetation mixed with yellow-brown barren earth, like a leprosy sore.

Now, this poor land is more yellow and greener: the combined army of Prince Zedan and Mehmed's tens of thousands of people, the horses' hooves rolling, once again slaughtered this poor land, and the yellow dust and smoke in the sky are like sandstorms in the desert.

Xu Ping'an and those kobolds didn't mention it, and they shrank into the cave as soon as possible, and those 'local city managers' who made up the numbers naturally squatted in the warehouse and trembled.

At the foot of the hill were two lone mercenary units, two Spanish mercenaries led by Captain Diego Alat-Liszt, and a rabble of 1,000 German mercenaries, who had chosen their own name, Müller Christian, who was originally a blacksmith......

Xu Ping'an looked at the more than 3,000 men at the foot of the mountain and felt a headache......

"All of them are thorns, and I can't command them at all!"

Although the nominal military chief is Liu Jingtian, as someone said at the beginning: We don't have a head at all, because we don't choose a head at all when we go out...... Under all kinds of chaos, these two mercenary groups have never met the nominal leader Liu Jingtian a few times!

As a result, the two mercenary groups have always thought that Xu Ping'an is the boss - there is nothing wrong with it, the dog still knows who feeds him and who is the master! Food, drink and salary, this model worker is in charge, what you didn't say, you are the boss!

But to let Xu Ping'an, who is as thin as a bamboo pole and still wears glasses, command these guys who have been 'mixed up in society' since childhood, it is nonsense.

He had tried to merge the two mercenaries into one force to strengthen his strength, but he was too naïve - these unruly fellows didn't like each other, and they started to fight on the first day they met, and the neighbors did it in the past few months, pinching them like cockfights several times, and almost didn't get killed......

Both Diego and Muller patted their chests and said to Xu Ping'an: Dear boss, we are not afraid of god-like enemies, only pig-like teammates! That's right, I'm just talking about those rice buckets next door! As long as we don't mix with those pigs, even if the Pope comes, we will still cut it down!

This is not modest, but all the mercenaries in Europe who come out of the point of interest generally go to Italy to brush up on copies, especially Rome, the fattest dungeon. If you haven't been to Italy to rob the Pope, you're probably left with the mountain artillery on the Nordic side......

What else can Xu Ping'an say? I can only let these two groups of masters stay motionless at the foot of the mountain, and as for taking them into the cave—I'm sorry, I'm afraid of backwater, I don't dare!

As a result, the fortifications and military camps at the foot of the mountain were divided into two camps separated by a wall by these two small legions, and a few hundred meters opposite were tens of thousands of North African turbans.

Prince Ma'mun and Imam Muhammad came out of the nest this time - the last time they lost thousands of musketeers in an ambush in the mountains, this time they came with hatred.

Although there were only a small garrison of more than 3,000 people in this poor camp in front of them, the coalition forces did not dare to be careless: the infidels were cunning villains!

The coalition still sent more than twice as many men to confront these mercenaries: they sent an infantry-based corps, in addition to the common spearmen, sword and shield soldiers in North Africa, as well as a reconstituted musket squad, the weapon was the 'Koizumi brand three-eyed gun' produced by the kobolds, and a few more artillery pieces were placed in front of the team, looking at the standardized appearance of the artillery, it was obviously sold by the undisciplined kobolds!

At the same time, the coalition forces sent several cavalry units to attack from all sides, and soon surrounded the 'castle tower', and now, this small mountain bag is almost trapped on an island.

Xu Ping'an, who was on the top of the mountain, naturally saw everything in his eyes.

While directing the dogheads to squat in every cave with muskets and cannons, he looked at the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain and shook his head: "3,000 infantry against more than 10,000 people, is this not sure to beat the dogs with meat buns?" It seems that a few warehouses will be vacated, and a large number of deserters will definitely come to take refu......ge in a while."

In everyone's different eyes, these mercenaries are still heartless and heartless in the fortifications at the foot of the mountain, and there is not a word of scolding, and I don't know where the courage comes from.

The boss of the Spanish mercenaries, Captain Diego, was leaning against the deer village, sharpening his one-handed sword with a whetstone, while listening to the old fellows with a smile, torturing the nerves of the Germans in a variety of ways:

"Germans, we're paid three times as much as yours! Oh, sorry, I forgot you had to give more than half of your earnings to your duke! That's ten times as much!"

"Why does it stink? Are you eating potatoes again? I've heard that that thing farts when you eat too much!"

"Germans, why are you mercenaries?

(Comrade Marx, the revolutionary mentor, commented that German women generally have bucket waists and national faces, which are daunting, and they are 'dragoons' when they wear military uniforms!)

Because they became enemies on the battlefield more than once, the relationship between the two troops was very bad, but this time the Spaniards had the upper hand in the quarrel, and everyone was in a very good mood!

As for the North Africans in front of him, Captain Diego really didn't pay attention to it. From the Swiss War of Independence to the Thirty Years' War in the German states, the Spaniards were really old at war, although they lost everything......

But when it comes to all kinds of infantry tactics, the Spaniards play leftovers.

Separated by a wall, the fighting spirit of the German mercenaries is also very high - because this time they were really scolded a little harder...... Hell, it's hard for you to argue with it......

Everyone can only repeatedly scold each other's big chin king for being a brain-dead, but who cares about this thing? The counterattack is very weak......

There is Xu Ping'an's credit for this - he heard it from nowhere, Germans love to eat mashed potatoes!

"We must respect national traditions! It just so happens that no one eats potatoes in this era, and there is a serious surplus of ......."

So the poor German mercenary ate ate three meals a day and formed a bad relationship with potatoes...... The conscience of heaven and earth, the staple food of Germany in history became potatoes, and that was two hundred years later...... However, everyone said that the potatoes did taste good, compared to brown bread......

Müller Christian, the head chosen by the Germans themselves, walked up and down the ranks, patting the old guys on the shoulders and cheering them up, "Guys, hold on! As long as we play well this time, the boss will definitely give us a raise!"

Everyone had tears in their eyes and nodded vigorously: "It's actually ten times the salary...... Damn the Spaniards!"

However, the situation is a bit complicated about the salaries of German mercenaries...... The lords of Germany like to sign various deeds of sale with their lords, similar to Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren......

Then pack the lords and sell them to others as mercenaries, and the lord takes a share of the mercenary's salary...... So these poor creatures, the income is very low.

But when you hear about the treatment of Spaniards, you will inevitably have some thoughts...... The mercenaries are still very convinced of Xu Ping'an, the supply of various materials is sufficient, and there is never a shortage of catties or two, and he is a rare and kind employer, so do we also have a chance?

So the question is, the German mercenaries should actually be regarded as prisoners of kobolds, and now they are guilty of meritorious service, so how can they talk about treatment?

Everyone looked at the big North African turban in front of them and narrowed their eyes: "As long as you kill these people, there will be a reason to increase the price!"

Under Xu Ping'an's suspicious gaze, the mercenaries happily ushered in the attack of the North Africans......