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Chapter 34 War: Putting the Spear in the Mouth of the Enemy

Winter Fortress, the school grounds.

In the early morning, the sun gilded the school grounds, where Noxian veterans and recent recruits gathered.

The two sides just stood there, without any extra actions, the difference between each other was clear at a glance.

The veterans of the Noxus family lined up neatly and silently.And the newly recruited recruits are in a loose formation and their voices are extremely messy.

A high platform was erected right in front of the school grounds, and Charles strode up to it, looking down at the infantry regiment of the Noxus family.

More than 1000 people, the number of people in a grade in the primary school in the previous life, is not as large as the number of people doing exercises on the playground of the primary school.

However, when these more than 1000 people, armed with spears, formed an army column and prostrated themselves at the feet of Shire, a desire called conquest climbed into their hearts.

"Warriors of the Noxus family, do you want to live a good life?" Charles shouted loudly while standing on the high platform.

"Think!" The soldiers responded in unison, but if you listen carefully, you will find that the voices of the recruits are more chaotic and high-pitched, while the voices of the veterans are mixed with a little calmness.

"When we live a good life, some people will naturally have a hard life. The cattle and sheep are in the hands of the orcs in the north, and they will not give them to us for no reason."

Charles continued: "Only by thrusting spears into their mouths can we take their cattle and sheep. This is war."

"War! War!" The voices of the soldiers followed one after another. Charles' statement was very appealing to everyone, so the soldiers became more and more excited.

A good way to quickly increase cohesion is to find a common enemy for everyone. In Winter Fortress, this enemy is easy to find, that is, the orcs in the north. Defeat them, enslave them, and steal their cattle and sheep to live a good life.

"This group of killers linked war with victory, and victory with harvest, and their fighting spirit was immediately aroused. They wished they could take spears to attack the orcs in the north on the spot." Charles complained in his heart.

However, opportunities and risks coexist, although he achieved a victory, a big victory, annexed the Hammer tribe and some centaurs.

But he still has no fault tolerance for defeat, and the life-and-death food problem of Cold Winter Fortress has not been resolved.

It only needs to be defeated once, even if it is only a small defeat, the entire Winter Fortress will cease to exist.

After the defeat, there are no spoils of war, where does the pension for the disabled soldiers come from, what to do with the food consumed in this war, and where the next food for the cold winter fortress will come from, these are all twisted ropes that can crush the cold winter fortress. .

People are a bunch of greedy ghosts. These soldiers seem extremely loyal now, but when Shire can't produce Jinnar or food, they will also turn into ghosts who want their lives.

But just like the sentence just now, risks and opportunities coexist. Last time they defeated the orcs, they obtained iron ore, thousands of tauren slaves, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, and land to be reclaimed in the future.

If he wins again, he will be able to obtain more cattle and sheep, more slaves, and cultivate more land, which may solve the food problem.

After mobilizing the enthusiasm of this group of killers, Charles began to order the Noxus infantry regiment to resume drills.The Noxus infantry regiment exercises every three days, including but not limited to marching, formation changes...

One is to let the soldiers recover from the previous loose state, and the other is to let the recruits quickly integrate. These recruits are not lacking in killing skills, but what they lack is collectiveness and discipline, and this is the foundation of a strong army .

However, there are more veterans in the Noxus family than recruits. Veterans are the backbone of an army. Veterans lead recruits, and the running-in will be very fast. This is war. Those who learn quickly live, and the unlucky and trash die. This is the place where people grow the fastest.

After the group of recruits had been trained, Charles turned his target to his foreign legion, which was the sixty centaurs that Biller had given him before.

For them, it was naturally impossible for Charles to use what he said just now, to set up orcs as enemies for orcs, and lift a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Charles gathered the sixty centaurs in another place, and he wanted to give these homeless prodigal sons a new home.

These sixty centaurs gathered together in a scattered manner, not as energetic as the recruits Shire had just recruited.

The relationship between the two parties was also very awkward. The centaur resisted Shire, and Shire didn't seem to know which direction to cut in for a while.

Now the relationship between the two parties is a bit like a man and woman on a blind date. They both know that they must get acquainted, but as strangers, it is not easy to get acquainted quickly.

The same goes for the centaurs, who were expelled and seemed to be subservient only to the human barons.

And it is impossible for Charles to raise this group of centaurs in vain, and let them be a member of the Noxus infantry regiment.

Charles took out a longbow and asked someone to set up a target 100 meters away.

The sixty centaur looked at this scene with some curiosity, not knowing what this despicable and cruel human baron was doing.

"Who can hit this wooden target?" Charles put the longbow in his hand and looked at the group of centaurs.

The sixty centaurs did not respond, only Charles asked alone, which seemed a little awkward.

This scene made the sixty centaurs feel a little bit of revenge. No matter how powerful this despicable and cruel human baron is, although we centaurs can't beat you, we can ignore you.

Charles was not ashamed or annoyed, and said lightly: "I heard that your centaur race has three advantages that you are most proud of. The first is running speed, the second is superb shooting skills, and the third is It's the courage to be proud of."

Seeing the despicable human baron praising them, the group of centaurs couldn't help puffing out their chests. These three advantages were not boasted by them, but by their centaurs on the Korimian prairie.

In the entire Korimian prairie, except for the Beamon, half-hawks, and bears who have too much natural race advantage, the centaurs can't beat the general races like goblins, wild boars, and tauren. Overall prevails.

It's just that in the small place of Winter Fortress, the tauren tribe has the upper hand. If it weren't for the fact that the Tauren Hammer tribe has a large number of people and iron mines, and their centaur tribe was found the location of the camp, they were proud to run and shoot If you can't perform well, it's not certain who will win.

But in the next second, the cruel and despicable human baron's cold words attacked their most proud racial self-confidence.

"From my point of view, you centaurs also meet the first requirement. They run fast. When they are deserters, they run faster than the tauren."

Charles threw the longbow on the ground and mocked: "You dare not shoot at a 100-meter wooden target. This is the superb archery you are proud of. You are really a bunch of trash. No wonder your patriarch doesn't want you.

I hereby swear that if any of you can hit this wooden target, I take back my words and appoint you as leader of the crowd. "

The discrimination against the centaur race and the insult to them made this group of centaurs extremely angry, and their spirit was scolded by Charles.

After a while, a centaur came out. He looked at the despicable human baron with hatred, bent down to pick up the longbow, and aimed an arrow at the wooden target in the distance.

(End of this chapter)