"Your Majesty, with all due respect, you can actually give these cowards a third of their weapons. Then let the living pick up the weapons of the dead. Duke Rucks said fiercely.

It is estimated that he was miserably pitted.

Martin glanced at this great nobleman, who was an acquaintance, and felt that he was still a relatively pure knight. Martin did not disagree: "If it was an offensive battle, I would have considered it." ”

The defensive battle will not work, the defeat will be like a mountain in minutes, and the people behind are simply unarmed, just to deliver food.

Martin glanced into the distance, and from the hill, he could see in the distance that the green line was slowly advancing, and the enemy was about ten kilometers away.

Martin frowned, it was a bit of a perverse.

The guys in the Chaos camp are far more disorganized and undisciplined than those from the Order side. It had only been a great defeat in the morning, and the farthest knights of Bakaria had even pursued it to a distance of fifteen kilometers, so that they could reorganize their rout so quickly?

Carlos said in a deep voice: "In fact, in the morning, Your Majesty, you did not defeat the main force of the orcs. The main orc force is led by the greenskin generals of the Azihan* Slayer. In the morning, he should have led the most powerful group of orcs to defeat our Qinwang army. ”

"Oh?" Martin didn't ask what happened to King Qin's troops, but he didn't ask.

The orc commander is not so stupid as to be so thorough, at a distance of ten kilometers, it is impossible for the soldiers to start running. Running so far away, even an orc would be out of breath.

The charge of the orc infantry often starts only in the last five hundred meters.

Retracting his gaze, Martin swept up the hill and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at the 'soldiers' who were being shouted in line by knights and junior officers not far away.

The race survived, and the nobles did not use the peasants to fool King Keane. Most of these guys are not ordinary farmers. Martin had seen peasant soldiers, honest peasants, with rough and wrinkled skin, and ten fingers covered with dirt.

These guys are a higher class of freedmen, with a martial tradition, and a bit of property. Although the equipment left on their bodies was varied, it was indeed leather armor, and even chain mail and second-hand iron armor in some cases.

They don't lack fighting skills, and perhaps before the last fight, they had a lot of illusions. It's a pity to be frightened by a ruthless and terrible enemy. It's like a newcomer who has just come out of the novice village, and he has to face the ultimate boss all of a sudden, and that terrible gap directly makes them run away in fear.

"Gather them! I'm going to give them courage and weapons!"

Fifteen minutes later, tens of thousands of soldiers gathered at the foot of the hill. Except for the troops directly under the kingdom and the troops of the three major dukes, the rest of the ranks were crooked, barely lined up in dozens of rows.

"I'll help you. The Goddess of the Lake stepped up and gently cast a spell, and Martin felt a breeze swing from him. Lilith smiled charmingly, "The wind will spread your voice." ”

Martin stood at the bow of Vimona's ship, and the golden sky boat easily caught everyone's attention.

Martin's voice, with its supreme majesty and absolute confidence, reached the ears of every Bakaria in all directions.

"I'm Martin Lorraine, your king!"

"I'm standing here today, with the crown. Not because I was born noble!Not because I ruled the country well!But because—I'm the best at killing chaos mongrel—"

Martin shook everyone as soon as he started. A moment ago, no matter how much the generals and officers persuaded and scolded, the soldiers who could not cheer up their spirits began to raise their heads, and their blank eyes had a long-lost look.

Martin snapped his fingers, and from Vimona, a huge and hideous giant head was immediately ejected.

That's Martin Lorraine's proof!

The soldiers' breathing became rapid.

"I wasn't born with courage either! Anyone who knows me knows that I was just a little white face in the royal capital. Let me tell you, in my first battle, I didn't kill a single enemy, and I was so frightened that I jumped into the Rick River, and only then did I pick up a small life. ”

Martin's words made these former deserters subconsciously burst into laughter. But then they realized that something was wrong, because in front of them was their king, who was also known as the strongest hero of Bakaria for a thousand years, a troll killer, a destroyer of Ggent, a conqueror of Slinger, and a pioneer of the wasteland......

That's where the hero aura comes in.

After becoming famous, the troubles of the year were just talking points, and no one would really care about the hero's cowardly past.

But it is this close to the ordinary deeds that makes it more convincing.

"But, in my second battle, I killed four goblins with a single sword. In the third battle, I burned thousands of orcs in one fell swoop!"

Martin waved his hand: "I'm not asking each of you to follow my example. I'm just letting you know that orcs are still creatures, they can hurt, they bleed, they die, and they can be no different from pigs in a domestic corral if you muster up the courage to find the right way!"

Martin's finger pointed to the north: "Of course, you can retreat and run away." But the price of doing so is that the next time you see the orcs, they'll drag your elderly parents out of bed and smash them to death in the middle of the night, tear your wives to shreds, and make your children smell their disgust on their deathbed. I ask you, would you like such a future?"

The louder Martin spoke, the louder he spoke, and by the end, it was a roar.

That kind of shocking speech made every soldier who was still at a loss suddenly have painful convulsions on their faces. Before they knew it, many soldiers had clenched their fists.

"We humans have no escape. I've just returned from the Great Southern Desert, where the nezumi burrow in every human cellar, drag out every coward who is hiding, kill them, pull out their intestines, and wrap them around the altar of the evil god for sacrifice!"

"If you don't want to let yourself and your loved ones die meaninglessly, then summon up your courage, stand up, and fight the enemy!"

As soon as Martin's roar fell, a soldier shouted in a mournful voice: "But...... But we don't have weapons anymore!"

"Weapons?" a smile tugged at the corner of Martin's mouth: "I can give as many weapons as I want!"

In the next second, the space around Vimana was flooded with countless golden waves of water, and in the midst of the water waves, thousands of spears, spears, halberds, and swords were shot out with electricity.

In this way, the rain of gorgeous weapons swept in front of the formation, nailing it to the ground.

"Hooray!"

"Long live Bakaria!"

"Long live His Majesty Martin Lorraine!"

The soldiers cheered, and if it weren't for Martin's lack of order to pick up their weapons, they would have swarmed up.

At this moment, Martin suddenly poured cold water on them.

"Wait!"