What are the three elements of victory in a medieval environment?

Aaron believes that different historians, military strategists, and politicians will have a hundred answers to this question.

But for now, if you want to win the war, the three most important elements are "food!" Grain! Grain! ”。

In the era when materials were not yet developed, the most important element to maintain the army was food, the size of the Arabel Liberation Army was about 8,000 people, according to the need to consume 3 pounds (about 1.36 kilograms) of bread per person a day, 8,000 people had to eat 24,000 pounds of bread a day, which was still the lowest calculation.

So after more than 20 days of assembly, 800,000 pounds of grain were consumed.

But this is not the real consumption, behind the army there will not only be a large number of auxiliaries, but also farmers, merchants, grooms, craftsmen, and even prostitutes accompanying the army, and then knights, middle and high-ranking officers, wizards, and high-ranking professionals will naturally have a higher standard of rations.

The camp produces 1 ton of human manure and nearly 1 ton of pack animal excrement per day.

Theoretically, the army's food should also include fresh or salted meat, bacon, butter, cheese, tobacco, dried fish and vegetables, and beer, without which Ms. Raul's army might be able to endure for the time being, but the mercenary professionals would have rebelled!

And these are still far from enough, there are also heavy cavalry teams in the camp, and the supplies that these heavy knights need to consume are even more amazing.

The standard armament of a heavy cavalryman is: a short bow, a mounted spear (at least two), a set of chain mail (or plate armor), a polished iron helmet, shin armor, iron gloves, a tasseled robe, two javelins, a half-mounted horse armor mixed with leather and iron, a sword (or axe or hammer or knife or spear), and two horses (at least one horse and one pack horse).

Except for a very small number of noble knights of the kingdom who brought their own equipment and came to participate in the war for military merit, most of the heavy cavalry either needed to pay for a full set of equipment for them, or those who brought their own equipment needed to be hired by Ms. Raul with a large amount of real money.

So Ms. Raul has no choice, this battle, she must fight! Can only be played!

Aaron looked at the dense list of supplies and sighed, he knew in his previous life why some famous people made so many seemingly stupid commands in wars, and many of them were because of huge logistical pressures.

"Go back and get some rest, son of Manuel, this is my first and possibly last lesson for you." Lady Raul flicked her sleeves with a cold expression: "You have done enough for my cause, you can leave with your people now, if I can win this battle by luck, I will guarantee you and Samir a fiefdom knighthood each afterwards." ”

Samir didn't speak, but Aaron walked behind Lady Raul with the hilt of the Sword of the Dark Moon: "My Count? Do you think I, a Viscount of Salian, have come to war and just want the title of Knight of a Fiefdom? ”

"I want more! More, more! Aaron did not hide his greed this time: "It is incumbent upon us to recast the glory of Salian!" ”

"Hey, hey, that's me." Samir also laughed and got up, and the sorcerer put his hands behind his back and sighed: "Actually, Aaron, Millman, you know, my original strength is far more than what I am now. ”

"But, a Heavenly Realm Sect Master, a Demon Sect Master, has messed up my power."

"So, I need a chance to push the envelope."

"Heh, you two guys, you are really ambitious." Madame Raul was not surprised by this, and the beautiful Countess of Arabel straightened her tall body, and she said with a self-deprecating expression, "Like me." ”

"Since you've figured it out, let's go back and rest early, and tomorrow at noon, go out!"

"Yes!" Aaron and Samir withdrew.

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and Millman-Raul clutched the pendant on her chest with her hand, which her second husband had left her.

"Your Excellency, are you there?" Without time to think for long, there was a call outside, and Ms. Raul opened the door of the tent to find several officers standing outside, including the nobles under her command.

The Berserker Han, led by the Berserker Han, carries two swords behind his back, he is a warrior advanced dueling master, if he follows this path, then he will have the opportunity to promote the ultimate class of warriors - weapon master, which is considered to be a full-weapon mastery specializing in melee combat, and is one of the strongest advanced classes for warriors who do not work part-time or touch magic.

"Your Excellency, we see Viscount Aaron-Salian and Samir return......" the dueling master asked on behalf of the crowd, "but, we have not seen anyone else return. ”

Lady Raul's face was grim, like the ice of the Far North, and she nodded cruelly and calmly: "That's right, only they are back." ”

Her answer shook the crowd among the generals.

"Your Excellency, in this case, we will definitely have to face Tujin and his army of orc ancestral souls!" The two-sword man took another step forward, his brows were tightly locked, and he didn't care about the difference between the top and the bottom at all: "In this case, our chances are not great, without the help of the gods, how can we deal with those ghosts who are not afraid of swords?" We're all going to be defeated by Tukin! ”

"Yes, we don't have a big chance of winning." Ms. Raul nodded coldly.

There were bursts of boos and sighs among the generals.

"But we're still going to fight." Countess Arabelle looked at her generals with her sharp and sharp eyes: "Gentlemen, does it feel good to be a mourning dog?" ”

The faces of all the generals were filled with shame and anger, and they let out unwilling cries and nodded heavily.

There is no second chance, and everyone knows that it is impossible to retreat now.

"So, get ready." Ms. Raul nodded.

"The only guarantee I can give is that either we will have a feast together in the city of Arabel, or we will die together at the gates of my city!"

"Arabel, it belongs to me, and it can only belong to me!"

…………

1361 A.D., on the outskirts of Arabel.

"All woo ~ all woo ~ woo woo ~"

The trumpets of the allied forces of humanity resounded around the city, and under the command of Millman Lauer, Countess of Arabell, the Restoration Army began to assemble.

The goblin wolf cavalry and the gnolla guards who were scouts quickly got the news, after all, the troop movement of more than 8,000 people could not be hidden from the orcs of Arabelli, and one after another urgent news was sent to the orc's tent.

Inside the tent, a tall, slender orc with a Mohican head, a white keel helmet, and a long-pole javelin stuck in his back knelt in front of the idol of the orc god Geush.

This orc is not pervertedly strong and tall like many orc warlords, looking like a giant bear, on the contrary, this orc is slender and fit, his body is full of streamlined tendons from head to toe, and his eight-pack abs are covered with battle marks left by knives, guns and clubs.

"Command, prepare for battle." The orc commanded his subordinates: "Gather the army of Geush!" ”

"Assemble the army of Enav!"

"Assemble the Goss Rider Brigade in Bagru!"

"Assemble the cave mothers, and the white hands assemble."

"Assemble the ogres, assemble the bonecrusher brigade."

"Slaughter the slaves and feed all the people of Gush."

The orc officers came out one after another, the whole city suddenly became agitated, the armory opened, and weapons made by the Warcraft were issued to the hands of the orcs, and teams of orc warriors gathered under the leadership of the orc officers, their roars rose higher and higher, and the sound of the tsunami called "Geush" swelled up, and the sound of killing shook the sky!

Orcs are a race born to kill, plunder, and destroy!

The roar outside grew louder and louder, but the tall orcs kneeling in front of the statue of the god Geush remained calm, and after thinking for a long time, he noticed that the gnoll chief was still kneeling behind him, so he said softly: "Well done, Caldecott, keep it like this, serve me, and when the war is won, I will give you real freedom, and I will set aside a piece of land for your tribe's activities." ”

The orc's words were not at all like those spoken by an orc, he was more like a well-mannered human nobleman than an orc.

The gnoll chieftain named Caldecott greedily dripped a trace of saliva from between his teeth on the spot, and he immediately hung his head, nodded repeatedly, wiped it with his hand, and withdrew.

The gnoll chief was already fantasizing about how he could sweep through the forest with the support of the Great Orc Khan, and would truly sit on the throne of the gnoll leader of the Cormier region.

The vibrations outside became louder and louder, but inside the big tent was only the orc Great Khan kneeling in front of the statue of the orc god Geush.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his Father.

Orcs are a race created by the orc god Guush.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods gathered to divide the whole world, and Guush, one of the powerful gods, also participated in this event, and the gods decided to divide the territory by drawing lots.

Geush drew the "mountains" first, but the dwarven god Moradin said that the mountains belonged to the dwarves.

Geush then drew the "forest", but the people of the elven god Corellon had already occupied the forest, and as the father of the elves, Corellon, of course, would not let his children move out of the forest.

So the draw ended, and Geush got nothing, becoming a joke among the gods.

In a fit of rage, Geush declared war on the gods, but was defeated by Corellon and lost an eye.

So, in the name of the wrath of the One-Eyed Eye, the orc race created by Geush began to declare war on all the races of the world, vowing to destroy them all, enslave and replace them.

This is a sacred war that will never stop and will never be extinguished!

"Tukin! Tukin! Tukin! ”

Outside, the battle cries of the orcs were gradually heard, and they were calling the name of the Khan.

The tall orcs inside the tent continued to pray, seemingly oblivious to the outside world.

"Tukin! Tukin! Tukin! ”

The orcs continued to call his name.

The Orc Khan still did not react, as a different kind of Orc Great Khan, Tukin had learned to calm down in his childhood wanderings in the ice and snow, and he knew very well that the boiling and vivid power of anger within his race was both the key to victory and the poison of defeat.

He knows when to direct the eruption of this force, and he also knows when to properly forbear and make concessions.

Among the orcs, there are not many existences that can be favored by both Geush and Jouse, not at all.

Tukin did, and as a result, his intelligence was not only higher than that of most orcs, but even better than many anthropologists!

"Great one-eyed, our Father, please give me strength!"

"I will dedicate this great holy war to you, as I promised."

"Orcs are destined to become the masters of all things, and the mortal world is just our hunting ground!"

After one last prayer, Tukin finally got up and stepped out.

Outside the big tent are hundreds of strong orc guards who are fully armed to the teeth, seeing the tent open, thousands of orcs outside the tent suddenly burst out with a tsunami-like shout, this is their khan, from a small tribe, to a large tribe with more than 8,000 orcs and more than 10,000 servants, everything is brought by Tukin.

This is our Khan!

Tukin's sturdy figure always brings them the confidence and endless strength to win.

Under the gaze of more than 20,000 creatures such as orcs, goblins, kobolds, giants, ogres, and trolls, the Great Khan of Orcs stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and he was about to speak.

More than 20,000 orc coalition troops were suddenly silenced.

"Today, we stand here! Stand on the land of the orcs, on top of the city of Arabel, the land we have watered with our blood and honor! Behind me is our city, the last light of our tribe! ”

"In front of me, standing is a race, a race moaning in humiliation! After that ancient war, we lost our freedom, the elves drove us around like domestic animals, and the humans of Nethrel trampled on our lives at will, how did the orcs, a race favored by the Father, end up like this? ”

"Tell me, Father's people, children of Guush, do you want to die like heroes on the battlefield and join the Father's army of the underworld, or do you want to hide in the desert, in the mountains, like prey in caves, and live in fear?"

"Geush! Geush! Geush! The orcs were boiling, and he raised the weapon in his hand, and from this end of his sight to that end, there was a boiling green ocean.

"Life is important, but there is always something more important in the world than life, and that is freedom, the freedom that belongs to us orcs!"

Tukin roared loudly, his fangs reflecting the light in the sun.

"As long as there are humans outside of our territory, the freedom of orcs does not exist! As long as humans are still rampant in the world, the freedom of orcs does not exist! As long as the walls of humanity are holding back our tomahawks, the freedom of the orcs will not exist! As long as human magic is still bothering us, the freedom of orcs does not exist! As long as we can't just go around herding around, killing their cubs and sleeping all over their females, the freedom of orcs doesn't exist! ”

"What orcs need is never life, what we need is a living space, a living space that belongs to our orcs! This living space was never obtained by prayer and negotiation, but by blood and tomahawks! ”

"Tell me, my warriors! Who is it that keeps us from having enough to eat and drink and have enough females? Tukin shouted.

"It's human!"

"Who is it that wants to encroach on our land? Want us to bleed? ”

"It's human!"

"Who is it that keeps us from hunting wantonly in the mortal world, bringing destruction and slaughter to every inferior race that has invaded our living space?"

"It's human! It's human! It's human! ”

"All the responsibility is human beings, and it is their fault to kill them all!" Tukin looked at his army with satisfaction.

"Kill~kill~kill!" The cries of the orcs set the air of early spring on fire, and endless rage had enveloped the entire army.

"Excellent! I, Tukin, your Khan, will stand side by side with you today to fight for the survival of our orcs, for the freedom of our orcs, we will kill all these humans until we kill all the elves, we will kill all the dwarves, in the process, we will have bloodshed, there will be death, but when our souls go to the Kingdom of God the Father, we can tell the Father God that we are not ashamed of you, we are fighting for the freedom of the orcs! ”

"Now, let us unite and fight for the land that belongs to the Orcs, for the ancestors who were slain by the elves, by the Nesshrels, by the Cormirs, by the dwarves, for our race, for the suffering of the tribal ancestors, for our children and grandchildren to be able to hunt freely in the kingdom and enjoy our freedom!"

"Orcs, stand forever! Orcs, never slaves! ”

Tujin stretched out his fist to the sky, and the orc war drums made of Mengqi skin beat with it, and in the desolate sound of the horn, the orc army marched out of the city and lined up.

The Great War is coming.