As long as he can break through this town of 2,000 people, his soldiers will increase by 1,000, and as long as the casualties do not reach more than 1,000, the casualties are worth it.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Hundreds of ladders were erected on the walls, and the walls of the walls were filled in densely.

All of a sudden, the town's walls were full of holes.

Four or five hundred ordinary militiamen, desperately trying to push these ladders down.

However, there were too many ladders, more than they were, and they tried to do as much as they didn't.

Shimo Navarro bites the rusty, filthy iron knife to his mouth with the same mouth he used to eat delicious pastries.

Like an ordinary soldier, he stepped on the surrounding ladders and climbed up desperately.

The three-meter wall was not very high, and if he could use his extraordinary strength, he would be able to jump off in less than a second.

Even if you eat an ordinary soldier now, as long as you give him ten seconds, he can climb up.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out.

A soldier in front of him, who had just climbed the city wall, was kicked down by a soldier before he could slaughter and get rid of his status as a slave.

He fell straight from under the three-meter-high wall.

But three meters is not too high, and he can't be killed by falling.

Shimo Navarro pursed his lips and continued to crawl forward.

As soon as he climbed the city wall, a soldier, who looked more elite, struck at him with a long sword.

Without hesitation, Shimo Navarro took the knife in his hand.

There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

His knees suddenly lowered, the long knife was at his side, and his body rushed forward quickly.

The soldier on the opposite side didn't react at all, and a large hole was split on one side of his waist.

Blood gushed and wet his cheeks.

At the same time, the peasants pretended to be his teacher, and the peasants pretended to be four or five third-order pinnacles also came up.

With the strength of ordinary people and the courage not to be afraid of death, everyone killed the past like a group of tigers facing a group of sheep.

The soldiers and ordinary militia on the city wall were instantly torn apart.

There was a big opening, and a steady stream of peasant troops rushed up, and in the blink of an eye, the city walls were already full of peasant troops.

The two sides fought together.

The soldiers and militia are desperate to drive this group of guys down and protect their property and their families.

In the eyes of the peasant army, soldiers and militiamen are military feats, and if they kill one, they can get rid of the status of slaves and become human beings.

In order to become a human being, what is a bad life?

If you kill one, you will earn it, and if you don't kill it, you will just die like the slaves who were exhausted to death before, and it is not a loss.

After all, they had died senselessly, and now they were dying on the battlefield like warriors.

He died with the glory of a warrior.

Rather than dying as humble as a slave, dying with the glory of a warrior is the best ending in their lives.

As the battle intensified, Shimo Navarro had already killed five of his enemies, and his entire body was already soaked with blood.

Now he is no longer the pampered lord of the empire, but a true warrior.

Blood, fighting, glory!

Humble slaves, hungry peasants, cunning merchants, proud aristocrats.

Countless things that he had never experienced before kept passing by him.

His mind is undergoing a most brilliant metamorphosis.

And this transformation is his chance to break through the legend.

An hour later, when the casualties exceeded 30%, the militia and ordinary soldiers completely collapsed.

They are to protect their families and their property, so they can fight so fiercely and fearlessly, even if the casualties reach 20%, they still persist.

But they are still just ordinary soldiers and ordinary militiamen, and thirty percent is already the limit.

This has reached the standards of the elite legion.

Only 500 militiamen and soldiers remained, and they jumped off the city wall and ran towards the interior of the town in a panic.

The mighty peasant army pushed open the gate, and countless warriors rushed in frantically.

They began to massacre on a large scale, and anyone with a weapon, or something like a small wooden stick in their hand, would be targeted for massacre.

The town of 2,000 people was in complete chaos.

Countless people began to resist fiercely.

Now, less than twenty-five years after the dragon is gone, the combat power of ordinary people is still quite good under the teaching of their parents and relatives.

In the face of the peasant army that wants to slaughter the town, of course they will not stand and let them kill, and the rabbit can bite if it is in a hurry?

Not to mention that they still have the power to resist.

Of course, this is because they do not understand that as long as there is something in their hands they will be included in the massacre, and nothing will not be included in the massacre.

If they knew, they would never have put up a fierce resistance.

It is a pity that because of military merits, no one in the peasant army is willing to spread the news.

The fire rose into the sky, and the roar of fighting resounded throughout the town.

An army of 5,000 completely stormed the town and fought with those who were resisting inside.

Shimo Navarro rode proudly into the town's main road.

Looking at the soldiers around him who were gaining military merits, the smile on his face couldn't stop.

When a slave kills an enemy, he is promoted to soldier, earns two slaves, and a fief that can feed a population of ten.

When a soldier takes his two slaves and kills ten enemies, he can become a captain of the ten and gain the command of ten soldiers, and at the time of harvest every year, ten soldiers have to give half of the harvest of their families to the ten commanders, that is to say, the income of the ten masters, if you subtract half of the harvest to be given to the centurion, his income is five times that of ordinary soldiers, and at the same time that he and his sons and wives are fed, the remaining grain can be used to feed ten more slaves.

And the centurion with his ten slaves, ten soldiers, and twenty slaves of all the soldiers, a total of more than forty people kill a hundred enemies, he can be promoted to a centurion, every year the centurion can get half of the ten's annual harvest, and give half of his income to the thousand-captain, the income is five times that of the ten-captain centurion, and the slaves that can be supported are also five times as before, that is to say, his food can fully feed fifty slaves, and the centurion can also perform blood sacrifices.

And the centurion took his fifty slaves, ten tens, and a hundred slaves in their family, a hundred soldiers, and two hundred of their slaves, a total of four hundred and sixty to five hundred troops, and killed a thousand enemies, and the centurion was able to rise to the rank of thousand.