The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 75 Why is the baron laughing?

"Stop it! Stop it all for me!"

Flores roared hoarsely, "Five times! I'll give you five times! Get out!"

The strong men spread out a little while grinning, but they still booed around him.

"My lord baron, the commission will be doubled five times, what about the deposit?"

Flores glanced at them with a livid face. After a short silence, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "For this army! I have even mortgaged the family castle! If I lose the battle, all of you Don't even try to get it!"

Hearing this, the faces of the mercenaries also darkened.Flores was also afraid of driving them into a hurry, so he immediately promised.

"In this way, after defeating the soldiers of the Daistar family and breaking through Three Rivers City, I will allow you to make up for the losses in Three Rivers City!"

"That's a big city with more than ten thousand inhabitants!"

His words were full of provocations, "Think about it, a big city of 1 people! I'll give you three days to do whatever you want except killing people and setting fires!"

It sounds tempting, but why would a female mage get cash?
The mercenaries sneered together.

"But I just want to wake up with my lord Baron!"

A burly man with a bare chest winked at Flores, and the other mercenaries immediately burst out laughing.

"What are you thinking Billy, with your small body, you are not the baron's favorite at all."

"Who doesn't know, our respected Baron Flores has always only married young ladies who weigh more than three hundred pounds."

"You can't stand Billy!"

After a while of yin and yang, the mercenaries who didn't get the cash still left. There was no way, just like Flores said.

He is now bankrupt. If he can't win this battle, he will certainly jump into the river, but the mercenaries will not be able to receive the final payment.

On the way to leave, the mercenary named Billy became more and more angry, and couldn't help swearing viciously.

"Damn Flores! Dogs look down on people! I'm going to sleep with you sooner or later!"

"Huh? Brother, serious?"

A muscular man with a stern look came over, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"How about together?"

"How about adding me?" Another handsome man with red hair and long eyelashes came over.

"And me! I also want to play with his VAN!"

A rogue wearing a black half-hood came out of nowhere.

"It turns out that everyone is like-minded!"

The four strong men looked at each other, nodded firmly, and said in unison:
"Sleep him!"

Naturally, Dragon would not know how many crouching dragons and phoenixes were hidden in a small army of 5000 people.

He did not launch an attack for the next two days, fearing that Flores' army would disperse before the battle began.

At noon on the fourth day, on the border of the territory, the standing army of the Daistal family finally arrived at the enemy.

"What weapon is that?"

Flores, who had strengthened his vision with divine magic, stared at the 150 soldiers holding needle guns a kilometer away.

Although he used prophecy to predict the victory or defeat of the war after being attacked by Dragon two days ago, the result was still the same as before, only seeing the Star Castle hidden in the mist.

Who knows this omen?
It was too late for him to find a mage who was proficient in the School of Prophecy, so he could only bite the bullet and go for it.

"Damn petitioner, I am His Majesty's priest! How dare they fool me like this..."

He raised his hand in resentment, called for messengers, and ordered the serf soldiers to attack.

Soon the more than 1000 serf soldiers who survived the night attack, under the threat of steel knives in the hands of the standing army, took all kinds of messy weapons, picks, dung forks, or simply sharpened wooden sticks, and swarmed at the muskets. Soldiers attack.

But their offensive speed can only be said to be a walk.This is also understandable. People who usually don’t have enough to eat still want to kill with a stick after running 1000 meters?
Even the serf soldiers in the magical world can't do it, and it's not the five tiger generals of Tieba, they are not so fierce.

"Let them come here! Don't shoot!"

Old Baker was very angry, he didn't want to scare the snake away, it would be bad if Flores scared him away.

The serf soldiers walked slowly. They walked the distance of 1000 meters for more than ten minutes, and they still had 100 meters to go.

But old Baker didn't want to wait any longer, "Listen well, only three shots are allowed!"

"The enemy army breaks up and immediately ceases fire. If anyone shoots indiscriminately, I will kick his ass hard!"

"Squat down in the first row and raise your guns!"

When the old Baker gave an order, the musketeers in a 3×50 formation immediately started to move, half kneeling, raising their guns, and loading bullets.

"put!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!
"put!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!
"put!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!
The 11 mm caliber brass bullet was shot from the muzzle, easily piercing through the serf soldiers less than 100 meters away.

The three rows of soldiers fired alternately. Although the connection was a bit chaotic, most of them fired as soon as they loaded the bullets without waiting for orders, but at least they didn't kill their own people.

One round shoots 150 bullets, and some bullets can even penetrate two or three people.After three rounds of shooting, the serf soldiers directly felled more than 300 numbers.

The battle damage was close to one-fifth, and the remaining thousand or so people immediately dispersed, trying their best to escape, and dispersed the last supervisory team.

Some nervous musketeers shot subconsciously, and Old Baker just kicked when he went up.

"Cease fire! Wait for the next wave!"

While Flores was reorganizing the army, Baker Sr. seized the opportunity to boost morale.

"You see! Flores' army is easier to deal with than rabbits! Reload, aim, shoot, and they're done!"

"This time we wait for 300 meters before shooting!"

"There will be no danger!"

1000 meters away, Flores, who was observing the firepower of the needle gun, let out a long breath.

So it's just a crossbow that doesn't need to be wound?
Then there is nothing to fear!

As long as the serf soldiers are used as shields, the whole army will surely win.

The attack that fell from the sky did not appear again, it seemed that it was just a giant dragon passing by and causing damage.

Thinking of this, Flores was in a good mood, and waved his hand vigorously.

"Cut down the ten fastest deserters!"

"Collect the rout!"

As soon as the order was delivered, the standing army in charge of supervising the battle immediately went up, hacked to death a few idiots who ran the fastest without thinking, and then smashed them with the back of their knives, and quickly reorganized the serf soldiers.

This time, in order to better organize and control the serf soldiers, Flores directly tripled the number of supervisors, and the [-]th fully armed standing army guarded the serf soldiers in their early thousand.

After the serf soldiers came various mercenary regiments. They were lined up in large or small arrays, most of them had professional grades, and they would kill wantonly when they got close to the position of the Musketeers.

After the mercenary regiment, there was a standing army raised by Flores 50 years after receiving all the taxes. It was well equipped, with chain armor, helmets, and fine steel weapons. It was no worse than the soldiers of the Destar family.

Finally, there was Baron Flores, protected by some thirty horseless cavalry, and less than ten spellcasters.

There were originally more than ten, but many left after the night raid. There was also an unlucky bard, who was so happy with the prostitutes that he didn't even care about the alarm bell, and was directly shot by the rocket The fried body was smashed to pieces, and only a few taels of meat remained on the whole body.

Looking at the boundless [-] troops under his command, Flores was overjoyed and smiled up to the sky.

The men with good eyes immediately stalked and flattered him.

"Why are you laughing, Lord Baron?"

Flores stroked his slick mustache, and said proudly: "I laugh at that old Baker for being scheming, and Catherine for being unwise."

"They have sharp weapons. If they rely on Sanhe City for defense, our army will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

"But in this plain, three thousand to seven hundred, I have the advantage!"

"This battle will be won!"

(End of this chapter)