"Damn! Lao Tzu froze to death, I'm afraid that before he was eaten by those demons of the Burning Legion, Lao Tzu was frozen to death on this defense line. Little John woke up from the cold, and cursed and cursed.

At the same time, he tightened the weapon in hand, a slick dung fork that had been passed down from their family for generations, and even the wooden pole had been rubbed......

Of course, little John also knew that at this time, in order to resist the biting cold of the early morning in the autumn field, he must have put on all the clothes he was carrying, and at the same time hugged a dung fork and shrunk his head, but there was no way to do it!

Under the orders of His Majesty the Emperor and the Lords, and even the priests of the Temple of Light, all the men in the village were pulled into the border defenses, including Little John, who was only fourteen years old.

Even after paying the last silver coin of the whole family as a bribe, the fat conscription officer in the Lord's Mansion still did not discourage Little John from being drafted, and from the fat conscription officer, spitting into Little John's face, Little John knew that this was a holy war related to the survival of the mainland.

So, in the tears of the old lady and the reluctance of his younger siblings, little John carried this ancestral dung fork all the way to the border of the empire, and then was driven to fill in behind a makeshift defensive line, and such a line of defense, John counted it, there were dozens in total, and there was one every other mile.

In the words of the lame veteran in the same village, Hader, who had the most extensive knowledge, this place used to be just an endless wide saline land on the border of the Orlan Empire, and it was rare to be able to build so many lines of defense in a short period of time.

As for the wide and towering walls, as well as the strong fortresses, they are simply not possible to have in a short period of time.

The lords of the empire did not issue it, and the shining armor made them change, not even a spear with an iron spear head, and John Jr. and hundreds of men from their village filled in the second line of defense under the leadership of the lord Baron, and they had to defend a line of defense about two hundred meters long.

The reason why they were asked to defend the second line of defense, instead of being the cannon fodder in the front, John Jr. was not without malicious speculation in his heart, probably because he was afraid that these farmers before them would soon die clean as soon as they engaged the Burning Legion!

After all, no matter how loud the slogans were, the farmers who had not undergone any training, were not an equal-weight opponent at all in the face of the legendary Burning Legion.

And how good it is to put it on the second line, those high-ranking old men, it is estimated that when they are defeated on the first line, they cannon fodder can more or less block it, leaving enough reaction time for a stronger third line of defense.

As for the problem of worrying about the escape of the cannon fodder of Little John, it is also very easy to solve, and Little John still remembers the always kind pastor before the departure, and roared to them with the words of warning: "If anyone dares to run away on the battlefield, his soul will fall into hell after death, and his family will be burned to death." ”

Little John could tell from the veins on the face of the priest that everything he said was true, and that he had done everything he had said perfectly, and that the consequences of such a severe consequence had basically cut off the idea of escape.

Besides, a hundred meters behind the defensive line, an elite unit that has been stationed as a Warlord for a long time is a question of whether it can run out of these heavily armed Warlords with shining swords.

"In that case, it's good that the great war died here, maybe those old men, the promises in their mouths, such as the families of the warriors who died in battle, will be treated and cared for preferentially, if it is true, then the old lady and the younger brothers and sisters may be lucky to survive this winter!"

He had no idea that a cannon fodder army like him, recruited from farmers, small craftsmen, and low-ranking slaves, the Oran Empire had recruited more than 8 million people in one go, and almost all the young men of the entire empire had filled in the border line with that section of 300 miles.

Of course, with such a large-scale conscription, there was naturally no way to prepare weapons for them, so they had to bring their own.

It's not that the dung fork is used well, but it can still stab a powerful demon to death, and it is impossible to provide barracks for so many people, so just let them stay on the defense line day and night, anyway, this kind of weather will not freeze to death.

In fact, to be honest, with the grain reserves of the Principality of Oran, it will not take long for so many large armies to consume, but the high-level leaders of the empire are very aware that there will not be so many people to consume food soon......

Coupled with the rapidly expanding regular army of more than one million troops, as well as the support of the Orc Empire, the Orlan Empire has deployed tens of millions of troops on the border, as well as an iron bucket array composed of dozens of defense lines.

But the actual combat effectiveness of this army, which is mostly composed of peasants and all kinds of unreliable nobles and nobles who serve as officers, is really very unoptimistic; as for the preferential treatment of the families of the soldiers in Little John's fantasy, I am afraid that it will always be a good promise......

After a few jumps in the hug of his family's dung fork, little John felt that his frozen body had regained a little consciousness, and in order to ease his strength more quickly, he walked towards the food supply point.

This is also the only thing that Little John is satisfied with in this war, the empire provides enough hot soup of brown bread and vegetables for three meals a day, and if you are lucky, you can find a piece of oily fat in the vegetable soup, which is an extremely good memory.

Under the fierce gaze of the fat cook, little John Hao didn't care, and pulled out a bread stick longer than his own arm; these cooks were like this, eating a little more, as if they were eating theirs, their faces were full of displeasure, but now little John had ignored them.

With the long bread stick under his arm, little John took out the large iron cup he was carrying, intending to make another cup full of vegetable soup with his own hands.

The wooden spoon stirred nimbly in Little John's hand, and his eyes were so attentive that he did not miss a trace of fat, and at last, a piece of fat half the size of a palm appeared in front of Little John's eyes, which made him almost tremble with excitement.

"Oh my God, what ...... is that," suddenly the fat cook on the other side of the soup pot screamed in an earth-shattering voice, so terrible and high, that little John was startled, and at the same time his arm shook, and the big piece of fat was gone.

Resisting the urge to slap the wooden spoon heavily on the fat cook's face, full of fat meat, little John raised his head and looked up at the sky.

After a few breaths, the long bread stick slid down Little John's arm and fell to the ground, and Little John didn't care about the loss of his breakfast, for all his attention was all about the Burning Legion air army that was all over the sky in front of him.