Chaos Crown

Chapter 179, the army goes out

For an environment like the Middle Ages, what are the three elements of victory in war?
Aaron believes that different historians, military strategists, and politicians will have a hundred answers to this question.

But for now, if you want to win the battle, the three most important elements are "food! food! food!".

In an era when materials were not yet developed, food was the most important element for maintaining the army. The size of the Arabel Rehabilitation Army was about 8000 people. Based on the fact that each person needed to consume 3 pounds (about 1.36 kilograms) of bread a day, 8000 people would be enough for a day. That's the minimum calculation to eat 24000 pounds of bread.

So over 20 days of build-up, 80 pounds of grain were consumed in this way.

But this is not the real consumption. Behind the army, there must not only be a large number of auxiliary soldiers, but also farmers, merchants, grooms, craftsmen, and even military prostitutes. For professionals, the ration standard is naturally higher.

The army camp produces 1 ton of human excrement and nearly 1 ton of pack animal excrement every day.

Theoretically, the food of the army should also include fresh meat or bacon, bacon, butter, cheese, tobacco, dried fish and vegetables, and beer. The mercenary professionals are going to rebel!
But these are still far from enough, there are heavy cavalry in the camp, and the supplies that these heavy knights need to consume are even more astonishing.

A standard set of equipment for a heavy cavalry is: short bow, lance (at least two), a set of chain mail (or plate armor), polished iron helmet, greaves, iron gloves, a braided burqa, Two javelins, half horse armor mixed with leather and iron, sword (or ax or hammer or knife or spear), two horses (at least one war horse and one pack horse).

Except for a very small number of royal noble knights like Aaron who came to take part in the battle with their own equipment for military merit, most of the heavy cavalry were either Ms. Raul who needed to pay for a full set of equipment for them, or brought their own equipment It requires Ms. Lauer to spend a lot of real money to hire.

So Ms. Raul has no choice, she must fight this battle!Only fight!

Aaron looked at the dense material consumption list and sighed. He knew in his previous life why some famous people made many seemingly stupid orders in wars, many of which were due to huge logistical pressure.

"Go back and have a good rest, son of Manuel, this is the first lesson I'll teach you, and it may be the last lesson." Ms. Raul flicked her sleeves coldly: "What you have done for my career Enough is enough, you can take your people and leave now, if I can get away with winning this battle, I will guarantee you and Samir a fief knight title afterwards."

Samir didn't speak, but Aaron walked behind Ms. Raul holding the hilt of the Dark Moon Sword: "My earl? You think I, a Viscount Salian, came to fight and just wanted the title of feudal knight?"

"I want more! More, more!" Aaron did not hide his greed this time: "It is our duty to recast the glory of Salian!"

"Hehehe, that counts as me." Samir also stood up with a smile, and the magician put his hands behind his back and sighed: "Actually, Aaron, Millman, as you know, my original strength is far beyond what I have now. so."

"But, a celestial suzerain, a demon suzerain, messed up my power."

"So, I also need a chance to break through the limit."

"Heh, you two are really ambitious." Ms. Lauer was not surprised by this. The beautiful countess of Arabelle straightened her tall body, and she said with a self-deprecating expression: "Follow me Same."

"Since you have made up your mind, go back and rest early, and go out at noon tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Aaron and Samir backed out.

There was a moment of silence in the big tent, and Millman Raul tightly held the pendant on her chest, which was left to her by her second husband.

"Your Excellency, are you there?" Without time to think for a long time, there was a call from outside. Ms. Raul opened the door of the tent and found several officers standing outside, including the nobles under her command.

The headed berserk warrior has two swords on his back. He is an advanced fighter duel master. If he goes down this road, then he will have the opportunity to be promoted to the ultimate warrior profession - weapon master. This profession is considered to be full-weapon proficiency and melee combat proficiency, and it is one of the strongest advanced professions for fighters who do not work part-time and do not touch magic.

"Your Excellency, we have seen Viscount Aaron-Salian and Samir come back..." the dueling master asked on behalf of everyone, "But we haven't seen anyone else come back."

Ms. Raul's face was cold, like the eternal ice in the extreme north, she nodded cruelly and calmly: "That's right, only they have returned."

Her answer caused bursts of shock among the generals.

"Your Excellency, under such circumstances, we must face Tu Jin and his army of orc ancestor souls!" The man with two swords took another step forward, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he didn't care about the difference between up and down: "In this case , our chances are not great, without the help of the gods, how can we deal with those ghosts who are not afraid of swords? We will all be defeated by Tujin!"

"Yes, we don't have much chance of winning." Ms. Lauer nodded coldly.

There were boos and sighs from the generals.

"But we still have to fight." Countess Arabelle looked at her generals with her sharp eyes: "Gentlemen, is it good to be a lost dog?"

The faces of all the generals were already filled with shame and anger. They let out a cry of unwillingness and nodded heavily.

There are no second chances and everyone knows that retreating now is impossible.

"So, get ready." Ms. Lauer nodded.

"The only thing I can guarantee is that either we will have a celebration banquet together in Arabel City, or we will die together at the gate of my city!"

"Arabelle, belongs to me, and can only belong to me!"

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Valley Calendar 1361, at the end of February, in the outskirts of Arabel.

"Toot~ toot~ tooo~"

The horns of the human coalition resounded around the city, and under the command of Mirman Raul, Countess of Arabelle, the recovery army began to gather.

The hobgoblin wolf cavalry and gnoll guards who were scouts quickly got the news. After all, the mobilization of more than 8000 troops could not be hidden from the orcs in Arabelle. One after another, urgent messages were sent to the orc tent. middle.

In the big tent, a tall, thin and slender orc with a mohawk head, a white keel helmet, and a long javelin behind his back knelt in front of the statue of Gruumsh, the main orc god.

This orc is not like many orc warlords, who are abnormally strong and tall, looking like a giant bear. On the contrary, this orc has a slender and healthy body, with streamlined tendons from head to toe. The eight-pack abs are full of battle scars left by knives, guns and sticks.

"Command, get ready to fight." The orc ordered to his subordinates, "Assemble Gruumsh's army!"

"Assemble the army of Inavo!"

"Assemble Bagru's goth beast rider brigade!"

"Send the Cave Mothers to assemble, and the White Hands to assemble."

"Assemble the Ogres, assemble the Bonecrusher Brigade."

"Slaughter the slaves and feed all Gruumsh's people."

The orc officers came out one by one, and the whole city became restless. The arsenal was opened, and weapons made by the orcs were distributed to the orcs. Gathering under the leadership of the leader, their roars were higher than the waves, and the waves of the tsunami called "Gruumsh" surged, and the killing sound shook the sky!
Orcs are born to kill, plunder, and destroy!
The roar outside became louder and louder, but the tall orc kneeling in front of the Gruumsh statue remained calm. After thinking for a long time, he noticed that the chief gnoll was still kneeling behind him, so he said softly: "Very well done, Kao Dick, stay like this, serve me, and when the war is won, I will give you real freedom, and I will also set aside a piece of land as your tribal activity area."

The orc's words didn't sound like an orc's. Compared with an orc, he was more like a well-mannered human nobleman.

The Gnoll chief named Kaudick greedily dripped saliva from between his teeth on the spot. He immediately lowered his head, nodded repeatedly, wiped it with his hand and then backed out.

The chief gnoll was already fantasizing about how he would sweep the forest with the support of the great orc khan, and would truly sit on the throne of the leader of the gnolls in the Cormyr region.

The vibration outside became louder and louder, but inside the big tent, only the orc Khan was left kneeling in front of the statue of the main orc god Gruumsh.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his Father God.

Orcs are a race created by the orc god Gruumsh.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods gathered to carve up the whole world. Gruush, one of the most powerful gods, also participated in this event. The gods decided to divide the territory by drawing lots.

Gruumsh drew the "mountain" first, but Moradin, the main dwarf god, said that the mountain had already belonged to the dwarves.

Gewush then drew the "forest", but the people of Corellon, the lord of the elves, had already occupied the forest. As the father god of the elves, Corellon, who was in a mixed camp, of course would not let his children move out of the forest.

So the lottery ended, Gruumsh got nothing, and became the laughing stock of the gods.

Gruumsh declared war on the gods in anger, but Corellon destroyed one of his eyes.

Therefore, the orc race that Gruumsh created in his own image began to declare war on all races in the world in the name of one-eyed anger. They vowed to destroy all races, enslave and replace them.

This is a never-ending, never-ending holy war!
"Tuggin! Tukin! Tukin!"

Gradually, the battle cries of the orcs came from outside, they were calling Khan's name.

The tall orc in the camp continued to pray, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the voices from the outside world.

"Tuggin! Tukin! Tukin!"

The orcs continued to call his name.

The Orc Khan still didn't respond. As a unique Orc Khan, Tujin had learned to be calm in his childhood wandering in the ice and snow. He knew very well that the boiling and fresh anger in his own race was both The key to victory is also the poison of failure.

He knows when to guide the outbreak of this force, and he also knows when to forbear and make concessions.

Among the orcs, there are not many beings who can be favored by Gruumsh and Rusek at the same time, not many at all.

But Tujin did it. Therefore, his intelligence attribute is not only higher than most orcs, but even better than many anthropologists!

"Great one-eyed, our Father God, please give me strength!"

"I will dedicate this great holy war to you, as I have promised."

"The orcs are destined to become the masters of all things. The mortal world is just our hunting ground!"

After the last prayer, Tujin got up at last and stepped out.

Outside the big tent are hundreds of strong orc guards who are fully armed to the teeth. Seeing the tent open, thousands of orcs outside the tent suddenly burst into shouts like mountains and tsunami. This is their khan. From a small tribe to a large tribe with more than 8000 orcs and more than 1 retinues, everything was brought by Tujin.

This is our Khan!
Tujin's tall, thin and vigorous figure always brings them the confidence and endless strength to win.

Under the watchful eyes of more than 2 creatures including orcs, goblins, kobolds, giants, ogres, and trolls, the Great Khan of the Orcs stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He was going to give a speech.

The more than 2 orc coalition forces fell silent immediately.

"Today, we stand here! Standing on the land of the orcs, above the city of Arabel, on this land poured with our blood and honor! Behind me is our city, the last of our tribe. light!"

"In front of me, stood a race, a race moaning in humiliation! After the end of the ancient war, we lost our freedom, and the elves drove us around like domestic animals. The humans of Netheril Trampling our lives, orcs, this race favored by God the Father, how did it end up like this?"

"Tell me, children of God the Father, children of Gruumsh, do you want to die like heroes on the battlefield and join the army of God the Father in the underworld, or do you want to hide in the desert, hide in In the mountains, like the prey in the cave, are you in constant fear?"

"Gruush! Gruush! Gruush!" The orcs were boiling, and he raised the weapon in his hand. From one end of his sight to the other, there was a sea of ​​boiling green.

"Life is very important, but there is always something more important than life in the world, and that is freedom, the freedom that belongs to us orcs!"

Tujin roared loudly, his fangs gleaming in the sun.

"As long as there are human beings outside our territory, the freedom of orcs will not exist! As long as human beings are still rampant in the world, the freedom of orcs will not exist! As long as the high walls of humans are still blocking our battle axes, the freedom of orcs will not exist! No! As long as human magic troubles us, there is no freedom for orcs! As long as we can't roam around at will, killing their young, and sleeping all over their females, there is no freedom for orcs!"

"Orcs never need life. What we need is a living space, a living space that belongs to us orcs! This living space has never been obtained through prayer and negotiation, but through blood and battle axes. !"

"Tell me, my warriors! Who is it that prevents us from eating enough and having enough females?" Tujin shouted loudly.

"It's human!"

"Who wants to invade our land? Want us to bleed?"

"It's human!"

"Who is it that prevents us from hunting wantonly in the mortal world and bringing destruction and killing to every inferior race that has invaded our living space?"

"It's human! It's human! It's human!"

"Humans are responsible for everything, and it's their fault to kill them all!" Tujin looked at his army with satisfaction.

"Kill~kill~kill!" The shouts of the orcs ignited the air in early spring, and endless anger had enveloped the entire army.

"Very good! I, Tujin, your khan, will stand shoulder to shoulder with you today, fighting for the survival of our orcs, and fighting for our freedom. We will kill all these humans until we kill all the elves, Kill the dwarves, in this process, we will bleed and die, but when our souls go to the kingdom of the father god, we can tell the father god that we have not lost face for you, we are fighting for the freedom of the orcs !"

"Now, let us unite and fight for the land that belongs to the orcs, for the ancestors who were slain by the elves, by the Netherilians, by the Cormyrs, by the dwarves, for our race, for the Horde Fight for the suffering of our ancestors, and fight for our children and grandchildren to be able to hunt freely in the country and enjoy our freedom!"

"Orc, stand forever! Orc, never be a slave!"

Tujin stretched his fist to the sky, and the orc war drum made of mammoth skin beat accordingly. Amid the sound of desolate horns, the orc army marched out of the city to form an array.

The war is coming.

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