Chapter 107 War (Part 2)

Earl Matthew Nott of the Principality of Nott asked loudly: "What arrangements will you make for the order of the army's attack?"

When these words came out, everyone held their breath and concentrated. This was also what the noble lords of all sizes in the tent wanted to ask the most.

After all, under the usual feudal system in the North, the army in their hands was the foundation of their existence. No one was selfless enough to want to consume their own strength to win. Many nobles even participated in this war under semi-coercion. Of course, the Rackman family also gave up irresistible benefits.

Robert pressed his hands with white gloves slightly downward and said calmly:

"Everyone, be patient, I will not let your army die in vain."

"This time, the Duke has recruited 10,000 civilians to form the "Legion of Honor". These brave people will be dispatched as the advance team. They will test the strength of these dragon minions for us."

The nobles' hanging hearts finally fell, and no one raised any more questions-it turned out that there were cannon fodders to pave the way.

However, Andre frowned and asked again: "How can we let some civilians be cannon fodder? This is not in line with the heroic and compassionate chivalry."

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed again, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

This fledgling "little lion" is really naive. They are nobles in the north. Who would take these guys called "gray animals" seriously?

But seeing Andre's serious expression, Robert still suppressed his smile and explained:

"Well, they are all warriors who volunteered to go to war. If they die heroically in battle, the duchy will compensate their families with a generous pension."

"It's just that whether they have families and whether the pension can be distributed to them is hard to say." He added secretly in his heart.

Before the war, the "Legion of Honor" may still be farmers in the fields and have not undergone any systematic military training.

Apart from inferior weapons, they had almost no armor or equipment, or in other words, their main job was not to fight, but to feed horses and transport supplies, and to serve as cannon fodder before the elite troops were dispatched.

They were often tenants and serfs under the gentry and landlords, poor people without personal freedom, and not even qualified to own spoils of war. The war exploits and spoils they obtained were often recorded in the name of their masters.

They were just such a group of guys.

They were treated like grass by the nobles in the north.

Andre felt the slightly mocking eyes around him, lowered his head and remained silent.

Robert pointed at the map and continued to make tactical arrangements.

The direct army of the Rackman family, the "Eagle Claw" with more than 8,000 people, sat in the center of the army, and attacked head-on after the civilians had tested the situation.

The "Lionheart Legion" of 3,000 people sent by the Bosque family and the 5,000 reinforcements of the Nott family were divided into the left and right wings, guarding the flanks of the coalition forces after entering the Storm Peak.

The private armies of the noble lords, totaling more than 4,000 people, were intertwined in the coalition army and followed the command of the general, but Robert did not expect him to command them. The reason for separating them was mainly because they were afraid that they would fight before the war started.

The 300 North Wind Eagle Guards were hovering in the air, looking down and observing the situation, waiting for an opportunity to give the enemy an air strike at a key point. But for some reason, the Sixth North Wind Eagle Guards sent out to scout the situation did not return for a long time. It seemed that they encountered some troubles, which gave Robert a headache.

A baron of the Rackman Principality whispered: "My lord, then, what should we do with the dragon?"

"I heard that it is a terrifying existence."

His fiefdom was not far from Storm High Slope, and rumors of the terrible "Flying Flame Dragon" often came from the north.

In those poems, this red dragon was described as the favorite of Tiamat, the incarnation of the Purgatory Flame Demon, the controller of endless flames, the destined destroyer of the Northern Kingdom, and the existence that could burn everything.

Robert sneered.

"Oh, the so-called 'Flying Flame Dragon'?"

"Don't be fooled by the stupid poems of those bards. Both the intelligence of the North Wind Eagle Guard and my prophecy spell can confirm that it is just a young red dragon with a slightly special breath, even smaller than the youth stage."

The wizard "Grey Eagle" was actually in the tent, he said hoarsely.

"This is Lord Schlaude, the chief wizard of the principality. I believe that no one here can match his magic attainments."

Robert continued: "Yes, those so-called poems are probably just the deliberate propaganda of this vain and conceited red dragon."

"Everyone, please follow me."

As if the words were not convincing enough, Robert strode out of the tent, followed by the nobles.

They came to the open space where the baggage was piled.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by a huge object. The object was covered with thick cloth and its shape could not be seen. It was more than two people tall. It took twelve horses and hundreds of civilians to transport this one alone, and there were three of them on display.

They had noticed it a long time ago and were extremely curious about it.

"Everyone, please look--"

Robert winked, and the guards on both sides walked forward and peeled off the thick cloth covering it.

This is a huge, bulky mechanical weapon made of rough black wood and dark gray metal. The boring machine is tall and thick, with an extremely solid iron frame at the bottom, and several metal wheels installed to help it move slowly.

The top is a conical crossbow arrow tube, which is wrapped with iron sheets covered with rivets, and the curved slender crossbow arms are fixed on both sides.

A giant arrow as thick as an arm and more than two meters long lies quietly on the boring machine, with the sharp iron arrowhead flashing cold light, and there seems to be mottled blood on it.

This is a powerful giant crossbow!

"Wow——"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, marveling at this terrible battlefield weapon.

Duke Robert seemed very satisfied with the expressions of the crowd, and explained in a proud tone: "This is a dragon-killing crossbow. Its arrowhead is stained with dragon blood and can easily penetrate the scales of a giant dragon.

"One hundred and forty years ago, General Turner Rackman used it to kill the old white dragon, Glacier Wing, which was ravaging the north. "

He stretched out a finger and shook it deliberately.

"One arrow, he pierced the heart of the evil dragon with just one arrow."

"At that time, the great General Turner only had one dragon-killing crossbow."

"And now, our Rackman Principality has spent tens of thousands of gold coins to find these three dragon-killing crossbows, and hundreds of horses and thousands of manpower to transport them here. I believe you can understand how much effort we have put in and how much confidence I have. "

"As long as the dragon dares to show up, these three dragon-killing crossbows will shoot it down."

Robert's tone seemed determined.

"Flying Flame Dragon?"

"Oh, I want to make it a fallen dragon."