Warlord: King of All Clans

After hearing this, Leo sneered and said to Fisher, "The migrant workers in the river bend earn fifteen silver coins a month. It's too cheap to expect people to work for ten silver coins."

Fisher, who had more experience, shook his head and explained, "Ten silver coins are not a small amount. The combat effectiveness of unarmored infantry is not high. They are mostly used as auxiliary troops. Even in frontal combat, they can only fight one or two battles a month at most."

"Take advantage of the slack season in the farm and join the army for a few months to earn some extra money. If you're lucky, you won't even have to fight in the war."

"The ones who really suffered were the ones who received 20 silver coins. Not only did they bring their own weapons and armor, but they also had to rush to the front. In a battle, five out of ten of them would die."

"But according to the rule of splitting the spoils in half, those who survive can still make a lot of money."

Leo sighed, "The population of the North is not large to begin with, and human life is so worthless. What a pity."

A tall and strong young man from the North was raised with great difficulty for eighteen years, avoiding all kinds of natural and man-made disasters before he reached adulthood.

As a result, for a few dozen silver coins, he became cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Fisher disagreed. "Where in the world is there no war? If you don't fight others, others will come and fight you."

While they were chatting, other guests were also whispering.

The mercenaries here are all the lowest-level Northern warriors, and they don’t care where they live.

What's more, after being recruited, you don't start fighting immediately. With an official identity, you can rob legally and get paid after the robbery.

With military pay and extra income, one can save dozens of silver coins a month, which is much more reliable than working as a bodyguard or thug for gangs or caravans.

Leo and Fisher did not lower their voices deliberately during their conversation, and the soldiers next door heard it and were immediately displeased.

The leading officer stared coldly at Leo and the other two. "You are just cowards. You have good armor but only dare to be mercenaries and bully the refugees and bandits. You don't dare to fight on the battlefield. Without merit and reputation, you will never be promoted to a knight and become a superior person in this life."

Leo shook his head and said, "I don't want to achieve anything, I just want to live a peaceful and happy life."

Several soldiers burst into laughter. One soldier got up from his seat and moved closer, reaching out to grab Leo's enchanted sword that was placed on the table.

"Since you want to live and work in peace, give me this sword and I will help you protect your home."

Leo gently pressed the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to have taken root. The opponent pulled hard, but the sword did not move at all.

Seeing this, his companions could no longer endure it and left their seats.

Weir managed to stuff the last bite of pie into her mouth, then hurriedly stood up, grabbed the first soldier's arm, picked him up and threw him.

Compared with the Ilanrado soldier on the opposite side who weighs more than 200 pounds including armor, Pegasus Knight Weir's body looks slender and petite, but her explosive power is amazing.

She lifted the soldier's heavy body with one hand and smashed it hard at the other soldiers who were rushing towards her. Immediately, several armored infantrymen fell into a pile, and two tables were knocked over in a row.

The hall of the tavern was not big to begin with, and after the commotion, half of the guests immediately chose to flee, but the remaining half, all rough and tough Northern mercenaries, insisted on staying to watch the excitement.

The remaining soldiers were horrified and drew their swords, looking at Weir vigilantly.

Weir was not afraid at all and didn't even draw the dagger at her waist.

She was originally the youngest wild hunter in the river bay, capable of teasing large wild beasts, and now she has been promoted to a low-level extraordinary person.

He really doesn't take three or five regular soldiers seriously.

Leo couldn't eat the hard-to-swallow pie, so he just drank two sips of the unpalatable ginger wine to warm his body, threw down a few silver coins, and stood up and said, "Let's go."

If it was a battlefield, there would be no need to hold back, but in this environment, killing people indiscriminately is too bullying, and Leo has no desire to argue at all.

When Weir, who was in charge of the rear guard, also walked out of the tavern hall, a soldier guarding outside blew the horn, and more than 20 cavalrymen rode up at the end of the street.

But what greeted them were two white horses with huge wings, which soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Soon, Leo arrived in Frovald.

In the main city of the Earldom of Freilov, all traces of the orc siege have basically disappeared, and the population has begun to recover.

The port by the Nanmen River was bustling with people, and large quantities of supplies and people were being transported into the city gate.

Leo couldn't help but sigh at the hundreds of years of heritage of the main city. During the last war, most of the population of Frovald were expelled, and a large number of wealthy town residents either went east by ship or went south along the World Tree Avenue.

Now that the war has only been over for a year, a large number of people have returned.

With just a few more years, the prosperity of the Earl's main city will be restored.

Leo was very familiar with this place. He drove his Pegasus directly over the city wall and landed in front of the gate of the Earl's Palace in the city.

Without waiting for the guards to come forward to question him, Count Hermann went out to greet him personally.

"Sir Mondo, brother Leo, I didn't expect you to come in person."

Leo was also very considerate and replied, "My Lord Earl, I rushed here as soon as I received your letter."

Count Herman looked at the two flying horses with envy, "Brother Leo is becoming more and more powerful. I'm afraid your dragon-scale horse will gain a lot of weight."

Leo couldn't help laughing. He had indeed rarely ridden the dragon-scale horse in the past few months.

Fisher completed his mission and left, while Weir went to take care of Pegasus.

They exchanged pleasantries all the way to the living room of the Earl's mansion. After they sat down, Leo told Count Hermann about his experiences.

"Your brother Victor is planning to form a second legion. Although it is a group of mercenaries and farmers, they have a certain combat effectiveness as their numbers increase. You have to be careful."

Herman sneered, "My brother has really grown up. Sooner or later, he will ruin the family's foundation."

Leo was now a qualified Northerner and could understand what he meant.

The North is not like the South. It does not have as much food and supplies to support the human wave tactics, so it has always taken the route of elite troops.

In a city like Isenpol, there are only a thousand soldiers stationed there all year round, and only when a serious war breaks out will they gather local armed forces to form a legion.

Moreover, except for the Earl's main city, the legions formed by local cities were not fully staffed, with only two to three thousand soldiers.

A racial war, a city with a total urban and rural population of more than 100,000 people, only sent out 3,000 people to fight. It sounds outrageous, but it is indeed the actual situation in the North.

Unless you are defending your homeland, you can conscript a large number of men to defend the city, or for long-distance field combat, the elite level of the troops and logistical supplies are far more important than the number of people.

Now Victor of Ilanrado has formed a fully-staffed legion and is already in a state of excessive military spending, but he still has to recruit a second legion. If the battle fails, next year's spring sowing will become a problem.

When the war is over, there will be another famine. According to the nature of the people in the north, once the rule fails, banditry will inevitably occur frequently.

A city that has been operating for a hundred years can decline in the blink of an eye.