Even if the limbs of the slaves were all cut off, the priests, scholars, and scholars who could heal would not even look at them.

will even think that the other party has polluted his eyes and slap him to death.

But once a recipient of military merit accidentally has a little finger cut off, just go over and say it, and in a short time four or five priests and scholars will come together to help him heal him.

The treatment is one day and one place.

Now that they all have military merits, not to mention missing arms, even their ears, eyes, limbs, and the middle leg have been cut off, and a group of scholars and scholars can also restore you.

"Kill me with a meow!"

"A bunch of garbage, run faster for me!"

The five thousand horse-headed men were out of breath, and under the command of their centurion, they ran forward desperately.

Just now, I heard the shouting of killing on the opposite side, and at the moment of shouting and killing, they were always excited, seeing that there was a battle exploit, even if they had just come out of the tunnel and did not rest well, they also ran forward desperately with bright eyes.

The third-order horse-headed nobleman is the one who is desperately driving his army forward.

Wiping the sweat on his head, he heard the shouting and killing from a distance and seemed to stop, and he was so anxious that he was angry.

"A bunch of waste humans, this fucking meow hasn't even been for half a day, why is it gone?"

"That group of minotaur waste, I can fight a group of people, and the powerful human beings won't be able to resist for half a day."

The horse-headed nobles scolded and scolded.

Treading on uneven roads, waving his whip, desperately driving his own people forward.

Suddenly, in the distance, the roar of excited cows kept coming.

He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly squeezed away the countless horse-headed people lined up in front of him to the front of the line, only to see at the end of the rough and uneven road.

A large group of jubilant and murderous Minotaur armies were wrapped up and down their bodies, and they walked towards them in a mighty manner.

On their waists, one after another represents the existence of military exploits.

"The goddess of fate is above, I'm too late."

The horse-headed nobleman fell to his knees in pain, not caring at all about the elite rock under his feet, and his intestines were about to turn blue.

Why didn't he swing the whip a little harder? The harder you fight, the faster you can run, and there will be a little chance to grab military merits.

Now, looking at their ghost appearance, all the military exploits they can grab must have been robbed.

The Minotaur nobles took the lead in the forefront, and the whole cow was extremely proud.

The nostrils rushed to the front of the horse-headed nobleman, and with a whip in his hand, he whipped it.

Smack.

The horse-headed nobleman, a whip mark appeared on the face of a horse.

"What do you see? Don't let Lao Tzu get out of the way, roll to both sides. ”

"Don't you see that I have so many military merits, and I am going to become a thousand-commander?"

"You centurion, give me whatever cool it is, go wherever it is."

The Minotaur nobles were rampant when they gained power.

Not polite at all.

A wave of anger instantly rose from the hearts of the horse-headed nobles, and the horse's teeth were clenched, but in the face of the other party's military exploits one after another.

He coaxed.

Without hesitation, I came to both sides of the road.

Absolute militarism is a system of rules based on the idea of the military.

One of the most basic systems of the army is that the orders of the superiors and the subordinates must obey them, and it is commonly known as the duty of soldiers to obey orders.

The other party has more military merits than him, and he may become a commander after today, and the two are no longer at the same level.

Before he became a commander, he couldn't shoot at the other party at all, and could only be beaten passively.

Seeing that their bosses were all frightened, the five thousand horse-headed men hurriedly lowered their heads one by one and squeezed both sides of the road.

Don't dare to block the other party's path at all.

The Minotaur nobles, with their own troops, swaggered down the hill with a circle of horse-headed people and drove away.

The army of 5,000 horseheads was so angry that their eyes were red, but they didn't dare to resist at all.

The backs of the Minotaur army disappeared, and the anger of the horse-headed nobles was completely unbearable.

"Waste, it's all because you ran too slowly, so I couldn't grab the military merit, so I was humiliated like that."

The horse-headed nobles were a few hundred lashes against their fellow clansmen around them.

Almost killed a few horse-headed warriors.

After the battle, the army of 5,000 horsemen continued to advance.

After being bullied by the minotaurs, their inner anger was burning and crazy, and they wanted to bully them back all the time.

However, in the face of the existence of more military merits than them, it is not easy to fight or something, you have more military merits than them, so you can bully them.

Otherwise, it would be a provocation of the rule of absolute militarism.

And to provoke the rule of absolute militarism is to provoke Your Majesty, to provoke the ninety-one legends who have benefited from the rule of absolute militarism.

The thighs are too thick, and if you tie them all together, you can't pull off the leg hair.

And the one hundred and eleven officers and soldiers who lead them are also the beneficiaries of the rule of absolute militarism.

It is impossible to give up on your good future because of a little anger.

Faced with the fact that they could become slave owners by cutting off the head of an enemy, and they could also obtain the benefits of land, they did not want to give up one by one.

After all, as long as they climb one ladder after another according to His Majesty's rules and obtain one military merit after another, they will be able to get everything they want step by step.

Slaves, land, glory, transcendence, power, everything, as long as their military exploits are sufficient, will be delivered to them by the rules of absolute militarism.

In the face of all kinds of temptations, unless they have a hole in their brains, they will ruin their good future because of a little thing.

After more than an hour, the mighty army of horse-headed people came to the foot of the small castle between the two mountains.

Looking into the distance, bows and arrows, crossbows, bed crossbows, boulders, city walls, and a dozen trebuchets make up a small castle.

An army of five thousand horseheads looked left and right.

Is this horse enough?

It's obviously not enough.

The horse-headed nobles raised their feet to the battlefield strewn with corpses, looking at the blood-stained land, their eyes full of disappointment.

Obviously, the previous shouts of killing came from the humans in the opposite castle who had killed them, and the battle with the minotaurs came face to face.

It didn't come out after the Minotaur went to siege the city.

Tens of thousands of years ago, because of the southern grasslands, there was a heavy snowstorm that had not been encountered for 10,000 years, the grass died, and countless centaurs were starved to death.

In order to survive, some centaurs made their way to a remnant of the predominantly mountainous Kalbes mountain range.

Coming to a mountainous environment, the four hooves born for the grassland were not very useful, so in order to survive, they took refuge in a giant dragon and obtained from him a special spiritual secret that would allow them to transform from centaurs to horseheads.