Not a Witch

"......No."

"And then, what should I do next time, continue to stand there stupidly, waiting for a kind person to save you?"

".....I have no idea."

Looking at the boy, Loren Hill suddenly realized the mood of Mr. Lu Xun back then, that is, mourning his misfortune and angering him.

She is not the kind of Virgin who wants to save everyone. After all, the path of life is your own choice. If you help a lot, sometimes you will accumulate hatred. The other party will also say that this is not what he wants, but you. Forced it to me.

Well, the girl was about to turn around and leave.

"Thank you!" came the boy's voice behind him, his voice was a little depressed and a little eager, as if he was driving on the brakes and accelerator.

Roland Hill turned to look at the boy who wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, his face flushed with anxiety.

"If one day your heart is too uncomfortable and you can't bear it, imagine yourself as a rock without feelings, and it will feel better."

Roland Hill stepped on the gray boots and left the alley. The black robe slowly floated and fell in the sea breeze, leaving only the boy's back.

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In the northern part of the West Wind Kingdom, stratospheric clouds roll across the sky, and only some weeds grow sporadically on the dry Gobi Desert. When the trade winds from the south pass through the mountains and wilderness to reach here, they have long been filtered out of the moist breath from the sea water. It became dry and mixed with the smell of dust.

The sun hangs high, and the scorching sun bakes the earth. Soldiers lined up in neat formations marching forward in front of the battlefield, and then stood still. The high-hanging blue starlight wheat flags were blown by the wind and came from time to time. The sound of flags rolling.

There are two camps in the vast wilderness, with a total of 10,000+ people. The fronts of the two sides stretch from one end of the Gobi Desert to the other end of the sky. The densely packed human heads are like ants on the ground, and they are all over the entire wilderness. The field of vision is endless.

On one side is the allied army of nobles from the West Wind Kingdom. They are led by Wabuk, the Duke of Rock Wall in the north. They have assembled the army of 37 families in the north. Flags of various colors are fluttering in the array. These soldiers are dressed in different clothes. Mail armor, some wear simple leather armor, and a few wear all-steel armor.

They are roughly divided into areas by clan, each clan is responsible for a part of the front, and overall the army in the middle and the edges of the flanks is stronger, while the rest is slightly weaker.

Behind the West Wind Coalition Army is the private army of the Grand Duke of Rock Wall. They wear copper-colored metal armor, reflecting bursts of golden light in the sun.The private army of these crag princes is the famous [Orichalcum Corps] in the north. The armor on their bodies is made of steel mixed with oregano. Although they are heavy, they are also very tough and extremely defensive.The spear and round shield held in the hand were also mixed with a small amount of oregano, and their strength reached the extraordinary silver level.

There is a rare orichallic vein in the fiefdom of the Duke of Yanbi, which is excellent for making armor. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily make silver grades. Unfortunately, the output of orichalcum is not much. Save up this elite army of more than 1000 people.

The soldiers of the [Origanum Corps] are all Sequence 2 or above, and this is also the place where the Grand Duke of Rock Wall is most proud. Relying on the violent extortion in the north, he accumulated a lot of wealth to support such a powerful army.

On the other side of the battlefield, the flags are more uniform, with the pattern of starlight wheat ears. The armor they wear is also made of steel, but there are many inconsistencies and burrs in the corners. It can be seen that most of these armors are It was out of work recently.These warriors were dark-faced, most of them had calluses on their hands from long-term labor, and the clothes on the inside of the armor were also worn and washed white.

The soldiers in the front were holding long spears and shields and lined up in extremely neat square formations. There were only a few archers in the back, unlike the aristocratic coalition that had many crossbows.

The Grand Duke of Rock Wall of this generation rode on a high-headed horse, looking at the rebel army opposite, his gray beard cracked into a smile.

"I didn't expect the rebel leader on the opposite side to be an academic." There was a funny and sarcastic expression on his face.

"Willifer, if you lead troops in the future, don't learn from the other party."

"Why, my father, I think they are so neatly arranged, they should be very strong in combat."

"Strong shit." The old duke uttered a foul language with a look of disdain.

"I despise these stupid people who read and read."

"When I was young, when I was fighting the barbarians, the commander sent by the royal family was the academy who graduated from Emenas."

"It's really stupid to talk about combat plans, logistical maintenance, task allocation, and queuing training as soon as you come up."

"Where does he think this is? Those big-headed soldiers are just here for a meal. You talk to them about glory. They just think about how to make money and how to prostitute women."

"As expected, the people below didn't bother to pay attention to him. After all kinds of orders were passed on, unless he was there in person, he would do as he did to save face for the king. If he wasn't there, who would act foolishly against the sun."

"What happened later?" asked Willief, the old duke's son, curiously.

"Later, he learned to be smart. He asked the king to supervise the team, supervise the training of the people below, arrange formations, etc., and he was barely able to practice."

"It's a pity that there's no use for birds. Once on the battlefield, life and death are in the blink of an eye. Whoever's mother still controls the formation, it's just that I'll cut a few more times if I'm good at it. If I'm hurt by someone, I'll run back. The overall front is not scattered, and slowly the opponent makes dumplings, and basically wins."

"What if you can't beat it?"

"If you can't beat it, run away, silly boy." The old father looked at his son with a mentally retarded look.

Willief was silent, turned his head to look at the army on the opposite side, and asked after a while, "Then how did you defeat the barbarians."

"Although that commander was too naive, he couldn't hold back that he was indeed a genius. With the strength of Sequence 7, he directly smashed through the enemy's formation, picked the head of the opposite leader on the tip of his spear, and then the barbarians fled, otherwise the battle would be real. Hard to say."

"So I said, I want you to teach your grandson well and send him to study at Emenas. Don't be like you, thinking about fancy things all day long. Strength is the only truth."

"And the leader of the rebel army on the opposite side is that he doesn't have any great skills. He thinks he has read a few books, so what kind of formation does he have? Look at it, when the fight starts, the crowd is crowded and chaos will suddenly arise. Who would stand stupidly? In the same place, in order to maintain the formation, I was beaten in place, hahaha.”

Chapter 62 The Mountain Copper Sheep

Pullman rode behind the dense army formation, holding a long telescope in his hand to observe the situation on the opposite side. He was wearing black armor, with a navy blue cape behind him, and his sturdy figure showed thick muscles.

"Do you have to fight here? Pullman." asked a handsome man next to him, riding a white horse.

"Of course." Pullman put the telescope down, then called the messenger beside him, and began to give some orders.

"Why, are you worried about my decision?" Pullman turned around and asked after he finished his instructions.

"For some, according to the current situation, if they hide in the mountains, consume and harass their logistics, and then ambushed, the casualties will be much smaller." The companion calmly analyzed.

"I understand what you mean. It is estimated that you are scolding me in your heart, disregarding everyone's life for the sake of fame and glory."

Pullman looked at the friend and smiled.

"But war is not just war, it is more of an extension of will."

"Since we took action, we have mobilized many people to go to various counties and provinces to declare, to tell those who live in misery and oppression, tell them this ideal, stand up and fight, and jointly create an equal and happy country."

"But it turned out, you know, that it didn't work out well."

"Tolan, you should have seen those scenes. Some people wake up from morning to night, work day and night to make ends meet, and finally die of exhaustion in the stinky ditch. They have already reached this point, but they are still numb and never resist. ."

"Yes."

"Actually, those people are not stupid, but they are too desperate, as long as they see a little hope, it will not be like this."

"But the nobles have the training path of the extraordinary sequence, and they also have a lot of resources. One Sequence 1 can beat a dozen ordinary people. If they resist, they may die faster. The repeated experience over the years is like a spell. It locked their hearts firmly and became extremely docile."

"What if we defeated these nobles in the mountains? That would only send a signal that we couldn't beat these nobles originally, and we just relied on the location to make a sneak attack. We were lucky enough to win.

"Maybe you and I both know that's not the case, but in the eyes of others it's the way it is."

"Only by defeating the West Wind nobles in an upright manner on the battlefield where the enemy is favorable and when the opponent is fully prepared, can all doubts be eliminated."

"And such a victory will turn into a loud thunder, igniting a long-silent flame in people's hearts."

"So, no matter how many sacrifices there are, we must not take a step back."

"Go on, go on, go on, until we die, that's what we believe in, what we choose, what our destiny is."

"Then, let's start." Pullman waved his hand, and the ancient and desolate horn began to sound.

The horn is made of ancient animal bones, and it has been passed down for many years. With the sound of the horn in the center of the army formation, the horns of the insurgent army also sounded one after another announcing the attack.

The soldiers under these blue flags held long spears and round shields. The guns were about three meters long. The dense spear tips pointed to the sky, like patches of dense forest. The soldiers standing in the formation could not even see the sky. Because in front of his field of vision is a group of closely arranged gun barrels.These fighters stretched for nearly 5 kilometers and formed a formation nearly [-] meters thick.

There are about 12 formal troops on the west wind side, and about 1 peasants who are temporarily recruited to be responsible for logistics and sundries.The rebel army has more than 7 troops, and the rest of the auxiliary personnel is about 2.

After the military order was passed on, a middle-level officer began to make the final mobilization. In fact, they were not sure themselves. The people present were the first time in their lives to experience such a grand battlefield.But no matter how nervous they are, this emotion cannot be expressed. They are the backbone and backbone of the army, and the courage of these soldiers.

"Everyone!" A roaring voice called from the officer's mouth.

"Straighten your chest and look straight ahead."

"Grasp your shield and hold your spear straight."

"Work together, move forward!"

These officers don't tell these soldiers that if you win, you will live.This will only make the soldiers hesitate and sway their will.

War is a matter of countless deaths, and any naive fantasy will be shattered by the bloody reality impact. Rather than let the soldiers get lucky, it is better to let them accept this cruel reality from the beginning.

But even so, they also had reasons to move forward. Unlike those aristocratic private armies who took money to do business, these shabby warriors had the consciousness of mortal death from the very beginning.

The silent formation began to move, they shouted slogans, and marched forward neatly according to the rhythm of the slogans, the cold spears began to move forward like a city wall, and the crude steel armor and spears were constantly shaking as they advanced, and it was like a shimmering wave. of the ocean.

The West Wind Coalition Army on the opposite side saw this terrifyingly neat scene, and there were bursts of tremors from the ground, and they felt terrified.

"Hey, hey, no, aren't they just hillbillies?"

A veteran in full steel armor, watching the marching forward, felt a little panic in his heart. Isn't it just a common peasant uprising? Those guys would make a fight every few years. so great.The other small families around even swayed a little, and the formation began to sway.

"Bow and arrow, let go!"

The longbow battalion on the west wind side gave an order, and the projectile arrows flew high, streaked across huge arcs, and then poured down like heavy rain.

"Raise your shield!"

The officer accompanying the army gave a loud order, and the black cast iron round shield was raised towards the top of the head, layer upon layer like fish scales, the arrows fell on the shield, making a ding ding dong pounding sound.Most of the bows and arrows were blocked by the shield, and a small number were shot through the gaps in the round shield and inserted into the arms and shoulders.But even so, the soldier who was shot insisted, and did not put down the shield in his hand.

After the rain of arrows, some soldiers fell, and the vacant positions were immediately filled by the people behind, and they continued to move forward.

With a terrifyingly neat stride, these warriors marched against a rain of arrows.

"Foolishness." The old duke shattered, and then let his cavalry begin to prepare.

The army of the west wind separated from the middle, and the cavalry in the oregano armor filed out of it. The delicate patterns of the bronze reflected golden light in the sunlight, and the horses under the crotch neighed.

There is a triangular flag hanging on the long bronze lance, and the flag on the red background has the pattern of the golden goat head. The totem of the cliff goat is the family emblem of the duke family of the rock wall. , smash through the rock and never look back.

These armored cavalrymen wear tight oregano armor, and the warhorses under the crotch are also covered with tough armor pieces. When walking, the armor pieces collide with each other, making a crisp sound, like a wind chime announcing death.

The leader of the legion raised the golden broadsword, pointed to the sky, and swung it down heavily.

"Goat of Orichalcum, charge!" The wind chimes rang, and the hoofs sounded like thunder.

Chapter 63 The ideal land that is approaching

These knights in oregano armor lined up in a triangle-like formation on the Gobi Desert from slow to fast. As the speed of the war horse increased, the scenery beside them receded rapidly, and the black cloak on the back also followed the horse's speed. Ups and downs, rolling in the gale, like waves.

The charging knights brought up billowing smoke and dust in the wilderness, and the steel horseshoes slammed into the ground, digging out potholes in the ground, and the dull sound shocked the soldiers on both sides.

Orichalcum is an extremely thick metal, a small piece is heavier than gold of the same volume. These cavalry are all 2 bronze knights of the war sequence. This position focuses on strengthening their own physique and bones, otherwise they will not be able to wear them. Such heavy armor.And the warhorse under the crotch is also a special breed of some monster bloodlines. With the special ability of the bronze knight, part of the weight is directly transferred to the earth, so as not to be overwhelmed.

An Orichalcum cavalry running with all his strength, its overall quality is no less than the small truck in the previous life, so thick and sturdy, it slammed into the enemy line like a giant hammer.

"The back row is slow, and the distance between every two teams and the front row is three meters!"

"The two wings advance, the middle is slow, and the triangle is inverted."

As the flag at the rear waved, the middle-level officers on Pullman's side began to quickly adjust their formation, and the front line in the middle gradually became an inverted V shape to better meet the impact.