On October 26, 218 years in the Roland calendar, the northern orcs broke through and destroyed Cachino, the first military fortress of mankind, and the Knights of Glory were completely annihilated, and after 96 years, the pace of full-scale southern invasion began again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The world was shocked!

On 29 October, after an overnight military conference, Edward VI ordered Count Reis to move the entire province of Snots to the south, and at the same time sent the Southern John's Army and the Eastern Stormwind Army to rush to the north.

At the same time, the recruitment of nobles and reservists in various places has begun, and on October 30, the first reorganized legion was completed, and the 30,000 reservists recruited in the autumn will rush to the banks of the Rhine as the first echelon to stop the orcs.

As a dangerous river across the north and south of the empire, this natural ditch even determines the fate of future wars of the human empire, and it is not possible to open an effective line of defense along the long river bank.

In other words, before all the troops requisitioned by the empire were in place, the only thing the empire could rely on was this new army that had been trained for less than a month and had never even smelled blood.

The eyes of the whole world are focused on this group of newcomers, and under the leadership of Iron Shield, veteran Krees, this new soldier with the responsibility of stopping the orc vanguard has embarked on a journey...

Province of Snouts, Fort Watsen.

Fort Watson, built in the northwestern part of the province of Snots and west of the Cachneau Mountains, is a medium-sized castle of both military and civilian use.

Because the western part of the Cachino Mountains intersects with gentle terrain, there are a few sheep intestine trails that can barely cross the mountains, and from time to time, small groups of orcs will cross the mountains to harass the southern towns, in order to be able to send troops to exterminate them at any time, and at the same time greet the Cachino Fortress, the empire has established a city here.

However, the once magnificent and prosperous city was now empty, and when Carlos's troops returned to Eisenburg, all that was left for Kane was the empty streets, and the inhabitants of this city had already begun to move southwest.

After a brief packing, the unit set off again.

Throughout the process, Brigadier General Carlos issued orders in an orderly manner, like a cold machine.

It's just that at the time of parting, he stayed in front of his mansion for a long time, and then, he set a fire with his own hands, turning this manor that he had lived in for half his life into a sea of fire.

The flame that burned red Carlos's resolute countenance, and the flame seemed to burn into his blood, into his bones, the flame called hatred.

By the afternoon of the next day, Carlos's forces had caught up with the southbound crowd, mostly residents of Fort Watson, and ordinary people who had gathered in the towns along the way, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

Ordinary civilians, old and weak, women and children, leaving the homes for which they have spent their lives, leaving only a little simple dressing.

Everyone's face was shrouded in anxiety, confusion and other looks.

At noon on the third day, tragedy struck.

A group of orcs numbering in the hundreds suddenly burst out of the forest on the east side and attacked the middle of the group.

Fort Watson has only 10,000 permanent troops, and the relocation team composed of hundreds of thousands of people can only patrol back and forth to maintain basic law and order.

When the orc team broke in, the already tired and unarmed civilians had no room for resistance.

By the time Carlos arrived, the orcs had already set off a killing storm in the ranks of the humans.

Orcs worship hunting and killing, and for them, humans are prey, rations!

This small group of orcs was quickly wiped out by Carlos's army, but the pain left behind lingered for a long time.

Mutilated corpses littered the field, blood stained the land, survivors cried over the bodies of their deceased loved ones, calling their names over and over again, heart-rending cries with despair and wails composing an elegy from hell under the sky.

Brigadier General Carlos ordered to speed up the pace.

Although their route to the south was along the southwest of the Cachino Mountains, contrary to the direction of the Orc's current attack on the center, no one could predict when the Orc's follow-up troops would enter the fortress, and once the Central was no longer satisfied, they would expand to the east and west, as exemplified by the Orcs who attacked the previous team.

The team was a little faster, but the effect was still not great, after all, the main elements that made up this team were ordinary civilians, old and weak women and children, and they were carrying luggage.

The orc attack occurred again on the fourth day, but fortunately the patrol was nearby and did not cause too many casualties.

When the southward migration team passed through a town, one of the old men in the group suddenly asked to leave the group and stop advancing.

This is because in this town, which has moved south in advance, he met a childhood friend, another old man, this is a lonely old man, his legs and feet are inconvenient, he does not want to be tired, and he stays alone in the town.

No matter how much his children tried to dissuade him, the old man refused to take another step, he didn't seem to believe in the ferocity of the orcs, and he disdained the description of his children doing their best, he always said that he was just an old man, and the orcs would not do anything to him, not to mention that the deep mountains and wild forests here, the orcs could not reach so far.

It was impossible for the large army to stay and wait for them, and the children tried to persuade them again, but they angered the old man, and finally after being greeted by the crutch, he could only tell the old man to hide and wait until the day when the empire returned.

The old man finally dissipated his anger and went to the house with his childhood friend.

When the army reached a hillside, the town they had just left suddenly burst into flames, and the whole sky was red.

Orcs wreak havoc in a place mostly killing, rarely set fires, and on this hillside you can clearly see that there is no trace of orcs in the direction of the town...

Everyone suddenly understood why the old man was stubbornly unwilling to leave...

His children knelt on the hillside, crying like weepers, and Kane happened to be standing beside him, and he could never forget the cry of grief.

The speed of the team is much faster.

Because more and more elderly people and people with leg and foot problems refuse to move on, no matter how persuasive their relatives are, these old people always insist on their stubbornness.

As a last resort, Carlos could only send a thousand-man army alone to take charge of this team.

Everyone knew what it meant to walk with a group of all old people who could travel no more than 20 miles a day.

However, these thousand soldiers never complained, and when they received the order, they only silently carried out the order.

Before parting, they hugged and said goodbye to their comrades, and at the end of the three-minute period, the southward migration team split into two parts, moving farther and farther away until they could not see each other at all.

Carlos, hovering on the hillside, took a deep look at the group behind him that had faded into obscurity, and let out a long sigh of helplessness.

He sighed: "Without sacrifice, there is no victory..."

The team marched for another four days and finally arrived in the city of Bradit.

Located at the western source of the Rhine, Bradit is an endoscopic city, a long way west of the Rhine, but it is possible to cross the Rhine and travel inland to the south.

Since the empire decided to set up a defensive line on the Rhine, it naturally became a defense area.

With the walls heightened, new recruits recruited, and various strategic materials hoarded, after the Carlos army entered Bradit, all kinds of preparations began to be in full swing.

The smoke of war began to slowly fill...

Bradit City, Barracks, Second Training Ground.

"Smack!"

Lifting the fist luck, the pale white light full of fist punched on the training stake in front of him, and after a crisp sound, the fist power exploded on the stake, and the brown stake turned dark yellow.

"Whew!~"

With a breath of turbidity, Kane put away his fist, picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped the sweat oozing from his body, glancing at the training stake that had turned dark yellow, his eyes glowing with joy.

I could only barely play pale yellow before, but it seems that the hard training in the past few days has achieved a lot of results.

This training stake is blessed by magic, and after the blow, it will produce three different color changes according to the strength of the blow, red, orange, and yellow, and is a magic equipment specially used for 'swordsman' training.

Swordsman, refers to the special group of people who have mastered the Dou Qi, the same as the magician, the Dou Qi is also an innate special talent, but compared to the rarity of the magician, the proportion of this part of the population is higher, about one in every thousand newborns will have the Dou Qi seed.

According to the recognized rank of the Saint Laurent Empire, swordsmen are divided into apprentices, bronze, silver, gold, earth, sky, stars, moonlight, sun, sanctuary, and god of war, and each rank is divided into three ranks: lower, middle, and upper.

"Dark yellow! is amazing, and judging by the degree of condensation of your fighting spirit, dude, you are about to be promoted to silver, right?" A chuckle of slight admiration suddenly sounded from behind.

Kane looked behind him, only to see a young man of his own age walking behind him, with a standard imperial navy navy uniform, brown curly hair, and a playful look on his face.

Although the uniform was brand new, it had obviously not been washed for a long time, and it was stained with a lot of mud, and the brown curls were a little messy, giving people a lazy and informal image.

"Well, the upper bronze. Nodding, Kane smiled: "Hello, my name is Kane, the former Second Army of the Northern Army..."

"Northern Army?" Before Kane finished speaking, the young man was suddenly stunned for a moment, his expression became a little strange for a while, and he said in surprise: "You are from the Northern Army?

Kane didn't understand the meaning behind his strange expression, and subconsciously wondered: "Yes, the Northern Cachino Fortress Defense Legion, what?"

"Uh... It's nothing," the young man said.

"There was nothing strange about it, he was just curious about this famous incompetent legion. However, before he could finish speaking, a haughty and frivolous mockery suddenly sounded from behind

An arrogant young man walked up and sneered unabashedly: "After all, it occupies the most advantageous geographical location in the entire continent, and the majestic castle that the empire has built with all its might, and can still let those brainless green-skinned pigs enter, and ordinary legions really don't have this ability!"