A strange world

Chapter 1237 Chapter 159. Free City’s Helping Hand

"The Guards have maintained the security of Liberty City, allowing us all to walk around the streets with confidence without worrying about harassment from thieves, vagrants, and gangsters..."

The maid Abby counted on her fingers, completely unaware of Losey's increasingly painful expression.

"See? Liberty City needs you more than anywhere else."

Annan and Abby, who looked troubled, waved their hands: "You said it very well, this is none of your business."

Abby held her skirt and ran out. Annan looked at Losi, who was not stable at all: "Have you given up this time?"

Losey was still muttering there: "It's too unfair to only use Fermi people. Why not let the Guards Corps compete with Hellfire and send out real elites."

"Losie..."

Annan's tone became stern: "War is not a game. Maybe in your eyes, just licking your fingers, the rat men in the distance are lining up to die, but have you ever thought about why the rat men are feared by all living things? How can we drive straight into the north and let us flee, and why can the coalition formed by the empire only be able to stop them? "

"You are the legion commander. In addition to leading your soldiers to glory, your mission is to keep them alive. You won an epic victory, but no one survived, and countless people lost their loved ones... This is what you want to see ?”

Losi was silent, no longer as excited as before.

Annan did not stop, he continued: "This is why I chose Fermi instead of you. He climbed out of hell and knew that survival is more important than military exploits."

So Fermi and Losi are the same age, but he has stability that Losi does not have - and so does Kerrian. Annan guessed that he must have experienced many life and death moments during the year he returned to the North alone.

"Losie, find a fiancée."

The sudden change of topic stunned Losi: "Master Annan, I, I don't understand..."

"With a wife and children, you can experience what responsibility is..."

Luo Xi felt that it made sense, but because of the look... Lord Annan said this, he always felt something was awkward.

After walking out of the city lord's mansion, Luo Xi suddenly realized something - does this mean that people like him are in Annan's eyes? Just like his child?

Fermi quickly selected a hundred elite musketeers, all veterans of the Battle of Hell Mountain.

As they arrived at Fenris Pass through the portal, the militia they had raised from behind also arrived at the camp.

The crowded militiamen stood in the open space. If they didn't wear shabby cotton clothes and didn't hunch their necks and look around, they might be able to boost their morale.

But now the militiamen, armed with either farm forks or wooden sticks, only annoyed the officers at the pass.

The commander of the Northern Resistance Army couldn't help but question Marshal Galkin: "You want a group of militiamen who wet their pants when they see rat men to defend the front line!?"

Marshal Galkin did not want to waste time explaining: "You just need to obey orders."

"Can……"

"Pazzini, don't forget who taught you to be a commander."

Facing his teacher and commander, who was also a legendary warrior, Pazzini had no choice but to bow his head in submission.

"yes……"

"Pazzini, Master Galkin certainly has his own intentions for doing this." said the deputy commander who appeared outside the door.

Commander Pazzini did not appreciate it and walked out of the map room with a cold face.

The deputy commander looked away indifferently and reported to Marshal Galkin: "We have recruited a total of 7,000 militiamen, but...Pazzini's concern is right. They have never been on the battlefield and rashly went to confront the rat people head-on. It's easy to cause trouble..."

Marshal Galkin muttered: "Can't you even hide behind the city wall and pull the trigger?"

"It can't be done." The deputy commander smiled bitterly, "Let alone the militia... Even if we recruit new recruits from the legion, their performance will not be much better..."

Fenris Pass is turning into a meat grinder as the Northern Resistance and the Skaven become increasingly aggressive.

The magic shield that night seemed to have angered the rat people - or they thought they had a chance to break through the pass, and they began to charge with a mixed rat tide at any cost, occasionally mixed with assassin rats that came in from the tunnel.

The city wall was no longer the only line of defense, and the Northern Resistance Corps was suffering increasing casualties.

This is because the terrain outside the pass is not suitable for the ratmen to push the catapult up, otherwise the casualties will only be more severe.

"Then let the mage give them the blessing of courage."

Marshal Galkin made up his mind to send these militiamen to the front line. To this end, he personally received a hundred soldiers sent from Free City.

The deputy commander who followed him was skeptical and scrutinized at first, but he found that these soldiers who used "magic guns" as weapons did have an iron-blooded temperament that only elite soldiers have.

He couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Grand Marshal Galkin came to the elite soldiers of Hellfire and asked their leader: "What is your name?"

"mark."

Centurion Mark said with a hideous scar on his cheek.

"Very good, Mark. I will hand over the west corner of the city wall to you and your recruits. If the rat men are allowed to set foot on the city wall... I will ask your Lord Annan to take responsibility."

"If the Rat Man wants to climb over the city wall, he must first jump over our corpses." As he spoke, the centipede scar on Mark's face seemed to come to life.

"Your life or death is not important. What is important is whether the city wall is still there." Marshal Galkin tilted his head and said: "Gru, look at them."

"yes."

Marshal Galkin walked away without looking back after he finished speaking. Deputy Commander Gru walked to where he was standing before and said in a gentle tone: "Lord Galkin has no prejudice against you, but the situation is getting worse."

"But don't worry, we can still hold on. You have three days to train the 8,000 militiamen. It's not often that the marshal trusts someone so much, so perform well."

Deputy Commander Gru said half-truthfully.

They can hold on because the pass now gathers nearly half of the kingdom's defenses, and the worsening situation refers to the supply problem.

In particular, it is said that a rat tide broke into the kingdom from the west side the night before, and they might cause trouble behind the pass.

The pass, which is already short of food, might be even more difficult.

Deputy Commander Gru made a mistake - he thought that Marshal Galkin's indulgence of Annan was a favor.

But in fact, it was appreciation.

When the news of food shortage gradually spread in the camp, the soldiers of the Northern Resistance Corps were worried. When the old patriarch was about to go to the rear to deliver food, a portal was opened in the camp, and endless carriages drove out--

"Annan Reeves..."

Germa looked at the grain carts driving out with a complicated expression, thinking of their original conflicts.

Very naive, how did he say those stupid things at that time?

Now he is a champion warlock with a great reputation in the whole Middle-earth, and he...

"You shouldn't compare yourself with Annan Reeves." The old patriarch next to him seemed to know the inferiority in Gema's heart and spoke.

"Are you saying that we just took two different paths?"

"I mean you are far worse than him."