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Shimo Navarro rode on a warhorse, holding a knight's sword strapped to his waist, and his expression was invigorating.

In the past few days, he has found himself like a child of destiny favored by fate.

Invincible, invincible.

Wherever the sword pointed, all the human villages were easily breached by him, and the liberated slaves and captive low-class people did not have the slightest intention of rebelling after they were taken under his command.

On the contrary, after they knew that they could become slave owners by killing an enemy, obtain fiefs, and distribute slaves, they were full of fighting spirit, killing and cutting desperately on the battlefield, no worse than those veterans.

What a great fighter.

Three hundred armoured soldiers stood firm around Shimo Navarro, leading a large army that kept moving forward.

In the army, Rhea Rice wore a small hat, a broken knife in his hand, and was dressed in tattered gray clothes similar to that of a farmer.

From a distance, he was just a farmer, without the majesty of the lord of the empire at all.

"Teacher, you're trying to trap me!"

Rhea Rice looked at the big peasant hands with dirt on his hands, and he was mad in his heart.

He is the emperor of the Rhea Empire, and he has always been a white and noble existence since he was a child.

But now, the dirt on his body was at least as thick as a fingernail, his face was covered with dead skin left by the weather, and his hands were no different from those of the peasants.

Just yesterday, he, who could only exert the combat power of an ordinary soldier, was sprayed with blood after hacking to death a few enemies with weapons.

The smell of blood on his body has not disappeared until now.

The filthy, foul-smelling, beggar-like life really made him feel at a loss.

However, he had to endure it, because in addition to him, his own teachers and two legends in China are now the same as him.

That's right, his teacher and the two legends in China have become like him.

Now they were all around him, followed by some of the archdukes who had also mixed in, staggering forward like ordinary cannon fodder peasant warriors.

It can be said that in this team of less than 5,000 people.

There was a lord of the empire, a legendary sage, two legends, and more than two dozen dukes at the peak of the third order directly inside.

If they really wiped out the high-level of their Rhea Empire, there was no one left.

After setting up the plan, the Rhea Legendary Sage immediately decided to be bold after realizing that he was probably not the only one who had thought of this aspect.

So, he left a legendary-level doppelganger in the country to manage the entire empire, and let the two legends declare a retreat, and then pulled over the more than twenty dukes who were most loyal to their Rhea Empire.

And there we went.

After some design, they pretended to be ordinary farmers, and they were easily coerced in.

After a few battles, they have all become soldiers, and some have become ten-captains.

It can be said that now that they have officially joined the Dragon Alliance, as long as the three dragons do not object, no one can deny their identity.

After walking along the mountain road for a while, he destroyed several villages along the way, and took all the people who were not armed inside.

An army of more than 5,300 slowly approached a small town with a three-meter city wall.

Shimo Navarro looked at the hundreds of small squads of militia shivering in the town.

The expression was extremely greedy, and in his eyes, those militiamen were not individuals at all, but military exploits that were walking.

cut them down, and his military exploits are getting closer and closer to the captain.

"Kill!"

"Turn them all into a mark on our heads."

"I'm going to drink in this town today!"

Shimo Navarro shouted.

Because he was once a slave, Shimo Navarro didn't know much about the art of war, and most of the training of the Dragon Alliance was to teach them how to escape quickly.

As for things such as the art of war, which require formal learning and take a long time to master, they are of course not qualified to learn it when they were only slaves when they first learned it.

Therefore, there is still only one tactic for them now, and that is to rush forward in a swarm.

Relying on the fierce combat power brought about by absolute militarism, although this tactic looks quite chaotic, its combat effectiveness is not weak.

Because they all dare to play with their lives, and only a small part of the human soldiers on the opposite side dare to play with their lives.

As long as you kill a tenth of the opponent's soldiers, the opponent will basically collapse, and the war will naturally be won.

Of course, most of their enemies are also some villagers and some small towns, and the regular army of the empire usually runs quickly into the forest when they see it.

An army of five thousand peasants, carrying hundreds of ladders, rushed towards the town in the distance.

Shimo Navarro convulsed inwardly and carried a large ladder with his teacher, and rushed forward quickly with the flow of people.

"Kill!"

"Freedom from slavery is today!"

"Brothers, rush and kill an enemy, and we will not be slaves."

"Fight with them!"

Angry swearing, roaring, all kinds of roars filled the swarm and rushed forward into the peasant army.

As for why they are called peasant armies, it is because most of the fighters are basically farming.

More than ninety percent of the slaves who joined in were serfs, and those who were brought in were basically peasants, as for other tailors, blacksmiths, and other professions, they were quite rare, and there were only one or two in a village, compared with the hundreds of peasants in a village, it was really very small and negligible.

Hence their name may be called the Peasant Army, which means an army of serfs and ordinary peasants.

"Shoot the arrows!"

On the city wall, a hundred soldiers in armor, with four or five hundred ordinary militiamen who were similar to the other party, looked a little flustered and guarded it.

With an order from the centurion on the opposite side, thirty archers out of a hundred soldiers instantly released their bowstrings.

A thin rain of arrows fell from the sky and fell into the dense peasant army.

More than a dozen ordinary warriors who did not even have a piece of armor were shot by arrows in an instant.

He fell to the ground wailing.

Blood stained the ground, but Shimo Navarro had no intention of stopping his attack.

How can there be immortals in war, if you are afraid of death, why go to the battlefield? From the moment you step onto the battlefield, life is already on the table, win or die.