The rapid sound of trumpets echoed through the camp, the roars and shouts of the centurions filled every corner, the soldiers who heard the order to assemble urgently did not even have time to put on their protective gear, they almost finished as they ran, and a few of the guys ate the remaining half of the baked potatoes in their mouths.

But when these sounds were compared to the desolate sound of war drums at the Tallinn Pass, everything was insignificant—as if it were only in the wind, looming, but even the sound of the earth trembling under their feet, stirred in everyone's ears, and a thick and terrifying atmosphere pierced their hearts like sharp knives.

The soldier standing on the top of the watchtower only stared blankly at the horizon, shaking the bell rope in his hand desperately, and he didn't even know how long it had been, and a pair of eyes full of fear stared at the white wasteland in the distance.

Beyond the pass in the distance, on the road that had long been completely covered by snow, it was like a black "shadow" moving in the distance, dense and messy but unwavering steps, and the vast momentum was almost rushing to the face, as if locusts were crossing the border, advancing in the direction of the camp in the snow.

The barbarian warriors in the ice and snow held short spears and hand axes, constantly beating their shields, roaring as if they were intimidating, and the barbarian cavalry and tribal leaders on their horses were even more proud of the tribal totems in their hands, shouting wildly to boost the morale of the surrounding tribal warriors, the mixed sound was full of wild power, and even could make people feel suffocated.

And in the dense crowd, the six-headed troll moved forward with a slow pace like a moving tower. Thick nostrils spewed smoky white gas. With every step, it was as if the whole earth trembled with it. A low roar.

At the front of the entire barbarian army, a dozen priests rode on their ancient chariots, wielding two white bone hammers in both hands, beating fiercely on the bloodstained human skin drum, with a heavy echo, with a desolate and murderous momentum, strange and savage.

When you see the six-headed trolls, it's not just the soldiers of the Banner Legion. Even the mercenaries of the Silver Blood Mercenary Regiment were equally frightened, trembling, screaming and screaming of fear everywhere, even the shields and weapons in their hands were unstable, shouting to escape, and many devout believers immediately fell to their knees in the snow and prayed to the gods they believed in.

These warriors from the West Coast and the Misty Sea of Lund have seen the black bears of the mountains and the wolves of the steppes, but they are all insignificant compared to the trolls of the Vast Lands—the sheer size of their stature that makes anyone feel insignificant. It's just vulnerable!

Only the cavalry of the Knights of the Sacred Tree remained calm, and even their horses were extremely stable. Not going as crazy as the mounts of the other cavalrymen, the knights who came from The Hague Castle with Eren were very ashamed, and they paid tribute to the proud elite knights of these kingdoms with a bit of reverence.

"It's not surprising, there are also troll lairs near the Blood Cliff, and occasionally we will find a way to round up these monsters, so it's no surprise. A young knight of the sacred tree waved his hand a little embarrassedly: "These trolls are actually very timid, and the slightest sound will anger them, but if there is a fire and a loud noise, it can scare them away or make them panic. ”

"Do you hear that, these monsters are also flesh and blood, and they will be afraid of death!" Repinus on the side took the opportunity to yell at the frightened recruits: "When these monsters are lying on the ground, they are not much taller than you!"

"At the end of this battle, all the surviving recruits will receive twice their salary, those who have won the title of the enemy will receive thirty percent of the spoils, the wounded will receive twice the pension, and the dead will receive three times!" Repcinus's cheeks trembled unnaturally: "Fight for Turin, fight for Lord Edward Witwood, all of you can make a fortune, kill all these barbarians, and their things will be yours!"

These almost naked temptations of money made the chief centurion feel that all the insistence in his heart had begun to disappear, but he had to admit that Lord Edward's method was really useful, and the morale of the recruits, who had just been scared half to death by the trolls, suddenly stabilized, and they all showed greedy and excited faces.

On the other side, Edward was also using similar tricks to stabilize the Lund pirates, and the price was higher - although there was no military pay, the loot could get half of the loot when it was counted, and it was exchanged for gold and silver!

Edward, who had completely solved the morale problem, finally relieved the trumpeters to blow the marching horn, and the reorganized soldiers walked out of the camp one by one, and slowly spread out their formation in the open space outside the wooden wall. Light infantry armed with bows and crossbows also took to the wooden walls, ready to meet the enemy.

The legion's auxiliaries had set up their ballistas at the very edge of the camp - so that even if the enemy attacked under the wooden walls, the stone cannons would fall on top of the barbarians' heads, and if the enemy attacked the camp, they would not need these siege engines.

"All the legionnaires lined up on the left flank, raised their banners and prepared for battle—Lebinus, the soldiers of the First Banner Regiment stood on the far left!" Edward, on horseback, galloped back and forth on the wasteland outside the camp, and ordered the officers one by one: "Donner, take the Lund warriors on the far right, attack at the sound of the trumpet - I want you to rush to the front!"

"You won't be disappointed!" the heroic captain of the guard waved the battle axe in his hand fiercely, and the leader of the Lund mercenaries roared at the Lund warriors like an angry black bear, "Let these barbarians of the vast land see the power of the Misty Sea!"

Without paying much attention to his captain of the guard, Edward looked at the face of Shirell on the side, and his eyes were extremely solemn: "The right flank of the legion will be handed over to you, please hold the line no matter what-no matter what!"

"Don't worry, even if it's ......"

"Even if we are defeated, the blood of silver will protect you from here!" Before Shrell could finish speaking, Robin, the little man who had always stood beside her, immediately grabbed the words and stared at Edward's face very directly, although he was still so respectful, but the provocation even a fool could see: "We will definitely not fail our employer!"

"You've proven it. Edward smiled politely at him and nodded, "So I don't doubt that at all - the right wing will be handed over to you!"

Looking at his "undoubted" figure leaving, Robin, who was supposed to be imposing, lowered his head in annoyance and gritted his teeth fiercely - this guy's posture is not nervous at all, it is just like the "mockery" of the winner, which makes people unhappy.

But even if the morale is high, the disparity in strength still exists - after a few battles, not only the Battle Banner Legion, but also the Silver Blood and the Lund Warriors have suffered a lot of casualties, and after deducting the light infantry in the camp, the infantry phalanx arrayed outside the wooden wall is simply pitiful compared to the army of the Red Horse Clan!

Glancing at the Turin front from afar, even the Grand Chief of the Red Horse, who was originally annoyed by the annihilation of his strikers, couldn't help but laugh at this moment: "Look at these damn Turin dogs, our samurai can break their shield wall with just one charge!"

"Let me go!" The excited Abiu immediately rushed to say: "Give me two thousand people, and I will let them understand the power of the Red Horse Clan!"

"No, we're going to make them completely desperate - we're going to scare these Turin dogs out of their guts, and then we're going to drain their blood. The Great Chief of the Red Horse smiled cruelly, opened his arms and waved down fiercely: "Crush them——!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment ——!!!!" (To be continued. )