The Noxians came, and they came more quickly than expected, as if they had only heard about the fall of Philo yesterday, and today they hit Presidian as soon as they got up.

Even if it's a boat, it's not so fast, is it?

"How can it be so fast, it takes three months for Dad to go to Ignac Village to sell herbs."

The little boy didn't know that these three months had counted the time to go into the mountains to collect medicine.

Ever since he heard the news of the arrival of the Noxians from the village magistrate last night, young Porter had been thinking about this question, but unfortunately he had not been able to figure out how the Noxians had come from another continent across the ocean until dawn.

In the dream, Porter dreamed that a Noxian with a large rat's head spread his eagle-like wings and drifted across the ocean.

"Could it be that it really flew with wings?"

Looking up at the blue sky, the sleepy-eyed Porter rubbed his face and began to get dressed.

By the time Porter sat in the courtyard following the scent of the stew, his father and mother had already begun to eat silently, and if they looked closely, their parents seemed to be full of sadness.

Porter scratched his head, feeling that the atmosphere at home was a little different from before, maybe it was because the Noxians were here?

What a bunch of bad guys!

"Porter, Dad is going on a long trip, you have to listen to Mom at home, don't make her angry, you know?"

"Dad, I've always been obedient, huh? Where are you going? ”

Glancing at his wife, who was hiding his face in grief, the man sighed and told a shallow and pale lie.

"Go to a far away place to collect medicine."

"Tell him, Terry, Porter isn't small...... We should not deceive him. ”

The woman wiped the corners of her reddened eyes, and the strength in her eyes made Terry feel distressed, only little Porter had not yet realized the problem.

"What are you lying to me?"

Sighing, Terry couldn't eat anymore, and the man who hugged his wife looked at his son who was a little dazed, and his voice was low.

"Porter, Dad apologizes to you, he shouldn't lie to you, in fact, Dad is not going to collect medicine, but to go to war."

Porter froze, then remembered the flying Noxian monster with a terrible rat's head in his dream, and then the monster ate his father.

I'll never see my dad again?

The chopsticks fell on the table, and Porter couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and threw himself into his father's arms and cried.

"Daddy, don't go! Daddy, don't go! I don't want Dad to go to war! ”

hugged his son with a handful of snot and tears, and his eyes began to redden,

He's just a herbalist, and he certainly doesn't want to get involved in the war, but if Porter and Narissan can stand up and continue to live in the village, as the only prime male in the family, he must stand up and join the resistance.

As for whether he would win or lose in this sudden war, it was not something he could consider, and perhaps even the omniscient village chief did not know.

In addition to the standing 30,000 Ionian militia, a total of thirty-eight village elders united to form a rebel army to fight against the Noxians who invaded Presidian.

In his opinion, no matter how he said, he could break his wrist with the Noxians, after all, the village chief said that the Noxians were less than 20,000 people.

Judging from the situation in their village, it is not a big problem for a village to make up two or three hundred young adults, and the militia, together with their improvised volunteers, and those martial arts masters, may really be able to drive away the lone Noxians.

"Terry, is there really no way to do it?"

Narissa wiped tears from her eyes, her voice trembling.

"Can you tell the village chief, if we hand over all the money, you don't have to join the army?"

Looking at his wife's sad appearance, Terry was very uncomfortable, in fact, he had tested the village chief last night, but unfortunately the village chief did not leave him any leeway.

Either the whole family moves out of the village or joins the army and goes to war, there is no third option.

"I'm sorry, Narishan, I've already told the village chief, and he rejected me, this matter...... Can't talk about it. ”

"Will the Fuller family also be out of the house?"

Narissa asked rhetorically with red eyes.

Terry sighed, Fuller is the head of the village, except for those relatives who want to make war achievements, how can he let his family go to the battlefield?

Knowing the answer from her husband's expression, Narissan lowered her head silently.

"Knock knock! Specialty! Bring your herbal basket! Ready to assemble! A group of people is waiting for you! ”

Outside the broken house, the old village chief's cheap brother-in-law heard the loud voice, and Teli could only hand over the sobbing son to his wife, and picked up the bag of dry food and herbs that had been prepared to carry the basket, and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm in charge of picking herbs, I won't pick up weapons and go to the battlefield, it's safe, you guys wait for me to come back at home."

The only thing a wife who cried all night could do was to watch her husband fade away until he disappeared in front of him.

……

Because there are too many people, there is naturally no comfortable carriage to sit on, and the villagers who do not have horses can only walk on their own legs, and no one is stupid enough to wear straw sandals when going out on the expedition, most of them are middle-aged croppers, and the soles of their feet may be numb, but they will not be red, swollen and blistered.

The 275 mixed troops with their own affairs simply lined up three lines outside the village, and followed the 'general' Nairhardt, who was riding a tall horse and wearing silver armor and a majestic sword, towards the village of Gruss in the southwest.

Nairhart didn't tell his men anything, except that he had to arrive in the village of Gruss before dark, or else he would have nothing to eat.

Knowing that I could have a meal in Gruss Village, the team was a little more eager to walk.

The flat dirt road in the woods was fairly easy to walk, and soon it was time for lunch, and the village chief's brother-in-law, Nairhart, drank a small wine and nibbled on roast chicken, and the man with dry food refused with vigilance, and the man without dry food and the clever man set his sights on the well-known good man.

"Brother Terry, I left too quickly and didn't bring dry food, I see you brought so many wheat cakes, can you share a piece of my belly? I'll definitely pay you back in the future. ”

This is the gangster in the village, the guy who was ready to eat and drink from the beginning.

"Brother Speciale, I know that you are kind, usually you help me with herbs to bandage my wounds, it just so happened that I finished eating the steamed buns on the road, and I have to walk so far in the afternoon, I don't think you can eat so much, you share half of me, and my life on the battlefield is yours."

This is a negative man who hides a bag of dry food in his chest and begs for food with his benefactor, and the words in his mouth are not as tasteful as Narishan's fart.

In addition to these two strong men, there were many people who looked at him, and he found with some sadness that the eyes of these people were as amused as those of Nerhart on horseback.

Yes, to see such a good show on the boring road, of course, you have to cheer the scene, as for the love of selling herbs at a low price, to say something unpleasant, people don't know if they can come back alive, who cares how many good things you have done?

It stands to reason that a good person like himself should be helpful, but if he really handed over such a little dry food in his hand, what would his Narissa and Porter do if they died of starvation on the battlefield?

Thinking of this, Terry hid the bag of dry food in his arms, picked up the lawn mowing sickle from the medicine basket, and his face was a little wooden.

"I left in too much hurry, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, so I brought some more dry food, what did I eat for the two of you? You want me to starve to death, don't you? ”

The man who originally looked very good at bullying suddenly stiffened his face, and picked up a bright scythe, and the gangster and Laizi glanced at each other, and there was a strange feeling of 'I didn't wake up'.

couldn't figure out what the sudden change was, so the two could only smile, turn around and leave with a gloomy face.

Nairhardt sat on his horse and looked down at the farces, pursed his lips and smiled disdainfully.

Except for the usual talkative Terry suddenly breaking up, there were no additional episodes along the way, and General Nairhardt, who had a great talent for commanding troops, arrived at the village of Gruss near the branch of the Phantom River in the middle of the night, successfully scaring the militia general, who was sleeping with the beautiful village girl in his arms.

The village of Gruss is much larger than the village of Brad, built on the mountain, with its own quarries and mines, with a population of about 10,000, and belongs to the transportation arteries of the north and south, and is more of a village than a stone town.

The 'Nerhart Army' who arrived at the meeting point late at night naturally had nothing to wrap their stomachs, and the chef who cooked would not wait until the third watch in the middle of the night stupidly.

Seeing that his subordinates had already shown cannibalistic eyes, after consulting the militia general Trollope, General Nairhart could only order his subordinates to have enough food and clothing, and he took out beef jerky again and dipped it in wine, enjoying the food with a noble attitude.

The 'Nairhat Army' spontaneously selected a dozen people who 'could cook' and rushed into the kitchen.

The chefs who have been passed on to the truth of the nine turns divide some leftovers and potatoes and carrots left over by others in the evening, rub them into the pot and add water to cook, although they are maroon red ghost things like the three major pots of alchemy potions, they fill their stomachs, and as for whether they will be sparse against their companions at night, they can only smell and know people.

Because it was too late, the Nerhart army, who had not been assigned a place to be stationed, could only sleep in an empty warehouse, but General Nerhart lived in a private mansion in the town by virtue of his status as a 'general'.

Lying on the straw in the corner of the warehouse, he always felt that the two beggers at noon were going to behind him, so he leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, holding the dry food bag in his arms in one hand and the sickle in the other, squinting and falling asleep.

In fact, Terry really caught the thief who wanted to steal the dry food bag, it was none other than the gangster who was unsuccessful in begging for food and had been hungry for a whole day.

"What do you want to do?"

The sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, and Pan, whose heart was beating violently, rolled his eyes hard to glance at the sickle in the medicine picker's hand, and slowly released the dry food bag with an embarrassed smile.

"It's okay, I just wanted to see you...... Ha, I'm leaving. ”

Watching Pan tiptoe around his sleeping fellow villagers to return to his position, Terry suddenly felt that this battle was so boring, just beware of his own people was enough to consume all his energy, how could he unite to face the Noxians?

Because he was almost touched on the butt halfway through, for fear that the gangsters with a strong sense of revenge would stab him, he basically didn't sleep all night, and Nerhart, who was bent on making meritorious contributions, went crazy and got up earlier than the iron rooster in the village, and he could only stand in the assembled team before the sun rose to listen to the damn relational instructions.

With dark circles under his eyes, he clenched his scythe impatiently, and then froze.

Anyway, since joining this rebel, have you become more and more irritable?

Standing on the high platform of the town square, having received the will of General Trollope, Nairha deliberately pulled out his long sword with great strength, and the sword drawing technique that he had secretly practiced dozens of times played a huge role at this moment...... At least the heavy steel longsword did not become an indiscriminate and hurtful 'throwing sword' at the moment of unsheathing.

"Warriors of Brad Village! I! That is, the great General Nairhart officially announced! I'm going to lead you to General Troope's Third Reserve Army! Become the glorious Ionian Rebel! Join General Trolope in banishing the savage Noxian barbarians!

From the moment I put on this armor, I knew the weight on my shoulders, the savage and ferocious Noxians wielding butcher knives against us Ionians, and I often reflected on how I could lead you to stand up to these barbarians,

Then I realized that it was my indomitable will and molten iron that made me choose to take up arms......"

Many people dozed off at the continuous fart of the general of the household, and some of the sturdy men who coveted the village chief's little wife secretly scolded the village chief for seeing that he had set his eyes open, and actually chose such a pretentious fool to be the leader of the resistance army for his own happiness.

As if sensing the dissatisfaction of the crowd, Nairhart could only regretfully end his personal speech before his debut.

"Ahem...... Next up is a lecture by General Trollope! Everyone applauds and welcomes! ”

In the sparse applause, the black-faced Trollope slowly walked up to the high platform,

The big war is coming, how can there be time to talk nonsense?

I have already said that I will come down after a few simple words, and it turns out that this stinky fool can still nag more than the grandmother in front of the door of the fucking Kalmar Temple,

If it weren't for the fact that Nairhart was the brother-in-law of the village chief of Brad Village, he would have used the long sword in his hand to open the stinking and long footcloth, so that he would understand the consequences of talking nonsense on the battlefield.

Idiots who only know how to perform should really think about how they can be, I'm afraid it's not Brad's old immortal head and dizziness, and he stabbed his eyes that shouldn't have given such a waste a chance.

Suppressing his anger against Nerhart, Trollope spoke loudly.

"I'll just say a few words to you!

The army of the Noxians is expected to arrive in the Central Plains in a week's time, and they will crush the army of Gruss!

Our Third Legion is a reserve army, and its mission is to establish a defensive line in the rear before the Noxians come in! By the time the First and Second Army retreated, we had to complete the most basic defenses! Together with the martial arts on Dragon's Back Mountain, fight against the Noxians!

Ladies and gentlemen! The village of Gruss is the last barrier of Presidian! There is no way back for the Presidians!

Before the Noxians retreat, we must fight to the death! ”