savior epic

Chapter 117 Proper Offense

Whenever historians and theologians study this day in the future, they will always marvel at the unnamed consul, whose experience is so legendary.

He endured hardships all his life and almost tasted all the sufferings in the world. He revolted twice in his life, one time he failed extremely, and the other time he overturned the world in one fell swoop.

The misfortune of fate accompanied him, but never destroyed him. The curse of the old world attacked him, and he ignored it, only embracing the new world.

It's not that he has never been born secretly, but he has become stronger every time he is born.

Whether it is his arrival or the final sacrifice of this first-generation consul who upholds faith and hope, it is a mystery.

There are various historical materials in later generations, some say that the consul finally died of illness in the barracks, some say that the consul died in the siege of the capital, and even after he cut the first sword on the giant tower with his own hands, he was killed by the Lord. The angels took it away, leaving the new world to all.

In any case, regarding that year, the most valuable textual research is the several long poems left by the second consul Kassel. This old man was over 70 years old when he died, and he was a soul born in this hell.

The key days of that crucial year are recorded in Cassel's long poem:
[The new world is so at stake, and the new faith is so precarious.

But he stood up, the man without a name,
He used to be gentle and rainy,
Now it's rolling thunder,
He let everyone hear:
The people are united and call for liberation!

Red is the sherd of consent,

Black is veto.

vote!Citizens!
Vote!Delegates!
Let red drown black like a storm wave!

No matter how hard it gets,

We still declare war,

Only when the flames of war are rekindled can we be liberated! 】

Cassell's literary talent always impresses rhetoricians. In his description, Alan, who has gone through hardships, must be reborn because of the city-state.

However, the description of war in Kassel's long poems is lacking. It is not so much a matter of Kassel's own literary accomplishment, but rather that the genre of poetry is difficult to describe for ever-changing wars.

Historians and theologians 200 years later can only know from the long poem that the city-state of Alan must experience two major battles afterwards.

The first was the Battle of the Plain of Mir.

"The situation is still very difficult." Wearing a blue and white burqa and chain mail, the man sat in the barracks and said to several people including Kassel, Keke, Kervin and Abdul.

Keke and Colvin, they heard the news of the consul's return from other places, and before the man ordered a war conference, they rode over with their guards overnight.

Hearing the man's words, everyone present nodded.

Kassel said at this time, "We urgently recruited about 3000 people, all of whom are strong and strong, but they don't have much combat experience and are still training in the rear."

"A week, can you complete the basic training?" the man asked.

"It's hard, it will take at least two weeks," Cassel paused, and then said, "But they have high fighting spirit. I estimate that after training, they will be able to complete at least one effective charge. If possible, they may be able to make the first charge." Two rounds of charge."

"For ordinary slave soldiers, this is enough," the man said.

"That's right, 3000 people can frighten [-] slave soldiers by coaxing them." The tall Kekelang said.

And Kervin thought for a moment, then turned to Kassel, "Cassel, can't you recruit more people?"

Kassel shook his head, as if he had anticipated the question, and answered crisply: "Let's not talk about armor, general weapons are not enough, and the logistics are difficult to keep up with. Citizens cannot be allowed to fight against the enemy with pitchforks."

"Okay." Colvin nodded helplessly, and then said: "These days, the king has been recruiting slaves from all over the place."

The atmosphere at the scene was a little heavy. The city-state is only the size of two earldoms, and it is very limited to recruit another 3000 people. Many villages have lost nearly a quarter of their labor force, but the king's slave soldiers can be recruited from all over the place without any equipment. Armor and even weapons are shared by several people.Although it is extremely easy to defeat, it can continuously replenish people.

At this time, the man suddenly spoke.

"No, we don't need to fight them frequently." The man leaned forward, his mail armor rustling.

Everyone looked over.

"Even though they have several slave armies of 2 men, based on the experience of several battles, they can be defeated by our army of 500 men."

"That's right, the consul, that's why we can defend so many castles," said an officer.

"I want to say that we were able to defeat 2 slave legions at once, so can we." The man paused, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Destroy several slave legions in a row."

Everyone held their breath for a moment. It's not like they didn't have similar thoughts, but their intuition and inherent understanding quickly denied it.

"The rout of one legion will affect several legions. According to the observations of the scouts, in order to prevent the slave soldiers from escaping, almost five legions gathered in the Mill Plain."

"Our organizational strength is far stronger than theirs. As long as we defeat a legion within a day, the next step is to clean up the battlefield."

"And the enemy is still waiting for the passage of our surrender resolution. The news of yesterday's declaration of war will not spread so quickly, and the enemy will not be able to mobilize quickly and leave the Mir Plain."

Speaking of this, the man made a gesture, "As long as a proper attack is made, we can defeat the enemy army in one fell swoop."

When everyone heard this, they became excited without realizing it. They had also personally fought against the enemy. A kingdom can mobilize five legions of 2 people, which is based on the fact that almost all soldiers are slaves. , they have to face problems such as low morale and easy defeat.

After a while, the cautious Colvin said:

"But... Consul, even if we defeat these five legions, they will inevitably be reorganized by them. You know, the king's most important thing is slaves."

And this is the most difficult problem facing the city-state of Alan Biyin.

"I know, I know very well, so." The man continued, with a long-planned idea, "We crossed all the way, like a spear, directly piercing the king's heart, before the king is transferred, rely on our organization Ability and morale, use two legions to conquer the capital."

After the incomparably bold words fell, everyone was suffocated.

Go straight to the capital?

"Compared with the enemy, the number of our legions has always been a disadvantage. We cannot rely on countless times to defeat the enemy in exchange for victory in the war. This is absolutely impossible. We must once and for all, use continuous battles to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, and we can no longer mobilize slaves for the king Opportunity."

Hearing this, the tall Keke was excited for a moment. He felt that it was completely feasible, so he stood up abruptly.

"That's right, Consul, go and seek revenge on Myron. I'll cut off his head!"

(End of this chapter)