Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 362: The Demise of the Traditional Knights
This is a very different kind of battle.

For the Northern Legion that participated in the defense of Waterdeep, most of them didn't even see what the enemy looked like.

The anti-aircraft machine gunner just repeated his daily training content over and over again.

Long bursts of suppression.

Long-term repetitive training has turned their tactical movements into pure muscle memory, ensuring that all soldiers can participate in combat in various emergency situations without thinking, relying solely on instinct.

However, the situation now is not urgent at all. It is even simpler than during training, when aiming is required.

It's not necessary this time. All we need to do this time is to shoot back and forth at the thick fog.

It even made me feel like I was at war.

Only the soldiers deployed at the front of the defense line fired supplementary fire at the Allied knights who occasionally broke out of the fog, but that could not be considered a battle at all.

Because the knights who rushed out of the fog had completely lost their fighting spirit and were seriously injured. They originally wanted to escape, but they rushed in the wrong direction.

The smoke they had laid became an obstacle to their retreat.

Extremely low visibility, huge panic, death everywhere, incomprehensible attacks, even the soldiers with a lot of combat experience lost their minds at this moment.

When they rushed out of the seemingly endless fog with the last bit of luck, enduring the fear and pain of wounds, what they saw was the Northern Legion's defense line right in front of them.

According to the original plan, this was their tactical goal.

Enter the melee range, which is the advantage range of traditional knights and extraordinary people.

But when they really got here, the last bit of luck completely collapsed, and they fell into complete despair, so much so that they even lost the courage to pick up weapons, and became living targets waiting to be shot again.

To be honest, the spell resistance protection that the Mage Corps has given to the knights is indeed effective. When facing spell firearms, they can resist 3 to 5 rounds of damage from the standard rifles equipped by the Northern Legion.

But the follow-up fire they faced was also saturation-type.

In the design of standard rifles, shooting quickly is a higher design goal than shooting accurately.

Compared to the somewhat "relaxed and enjoyable" battle process in Waterdeep, the experience of the coalition forces was a pure nightmare.

With a desire for victory and wealth, they rushed into the fog and became the dead under the anti-aircraft machine guns for unknown reasons.

The purple-red high-temperature elemental flow was enough to penetrate their most sophisticated armor and shoot towards the next unlucky person without stopping.

At the same time, because the attack was too quiet and the roar of the charge drowned out the wails of the wounded, the people rushing behind had already run to the center of the battlefield before they realized the seriousness of the problem.

Everywhere they looked, they saw the broken limbs of their friendly soldiers. They didn't realize what was happening, and they weren't even sure if it was an attack from the Northern Legion, but their instinct told them that they had to escape quickly.

The high temperature of the elemental flow heated the smoke set up by the alchemist into a smoke furnace. Those who were lucky enough not to be hit also had to endure the burning of the high temperature.

To make matters worse, the horses were completely frightened.

Horses are very timid animals, so if you want to train them into war horses, they need to undergo long-term desensitization training.

The coalition's war horses had indeed received desensitization training for traditional battlefields, and fierce fighting and common spells would not scare them.

But the high-temperature smoke flashing red was something they had never seen before.

The panicked war horses, carrying their masters whose lives and deaths were unknown, rushed around in the smoke like headless flies. The nobles who still retained their rationality shouted loudly, trying to organize the remaining troops to retreat in an orderly manner, but the shouts of the few people seemed particularly powerless in the panic.

No matter how hard he shouted, no one obeyed his orders. Instead, the terrified warhorse under his crotch threw him to the ground. Instead of dying at the guns of the Northerners, his internal organs were trampled by the horse's hooves.

The harvest of lives was not limited to the range of the smoke. The main position of the coalition forces was thousands of meters away from the defense line of the Northern Legion. In their perception, this distance was beyond the reach of firearms.

However, the effective range of anti-aircraft fire is more than two thousand meters, and the maximum killing range can reach three thousand meters.

The elemental stream shot out smoke, hitting the soldiers who had not yet joined the charge, passing through one body after another, and reaching the mage and priest corps behind the line.

Even the most experienced mage in the Mage Corps had never seen such an attack.

It seems to be an element, so why is there no spell fluctuation? Why can it attack from such a distance? Even if it is a high-level spell that can achieve this effect, why is the frequency so high! Doesn’t the legendary wizard of the North cost money?

If you don't understand what it is, you naturally can't make an effective defense.

The priests also tried to heal the wounded, but the wounds that were pierced and burned were far beyond the reach of ordinary healing techniques.

The disaster of the vanguard finally led to the complete defeat of the entire front.

Escape to the south!
This is their only thought now.

Seeing the soldiers fleeing, the supervising team wanted to stop them, but they were immediately overwhelmed by the crowd. Countless punches and kicks from all directions knocked him unconscious.

The rigid supervisory team was still performing their duties, while the smart supervisory team had already blended into the fleeing crowd and ran with them.

The reward for a battle is just a few dozen silver coins. What's the point of risking your life?

When the entire front started running, new problems arose.

The marching line of an army of 100,000 is too long. The group lined up on the high ground is only the first to arrive, and there are still more than 10,000 troops behind them.

The remnants of the defeated army were desperately fleeing southward, while the legion, unaware of the truth, was still advancing northward. The people on the battlefield were still waiting for their support. Even if they did not get the support and could not gain any credit, they had to at least catch up with the progress of looting the city and get some benefits. Otherwise, it would be too much of a loss to be recruited this time, so they were also very anxious.

Two waves of anxious people rushed towards each other. They came from different territories, belonged to different lords, had different flags, different commands, and different accents. Due to the urgency of the situation, some people even did not speak the common language, but spoke the minority language of their hometown directly.

In the chaos of tens of thousands of people, there were many casualties. The dialect was incomprehensible, but the screams were common. Finally, everyone realized that this was a major defeat, turning the original chaos into a complete collapse.

The coalition was falling apart, and only a few nobles were able to flee with a few close confidants, but most of them became scattered sand, fleeing blindly in this strange land.

At the same time, on the position outside Waterdeep.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Drogo looked at the fleeing coalition forces and felt more relaxed than he had imagined.

They actually prepared secret weapons to use in case the cavalry rushed to their close range.

"This side faces the enemy" Happy Thunder.

Not a single one was used.

I don’t know whether the commander on the opposite side with fancy armor died here or not.

I have to say, the nobleman looked pretty cool when he gave his pre-battle speech and then led the charge.

If you didn't know, you might have thought that the people coming were the Rohan cavalry, led by Théoden.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the open ground was littered with corpses.

Drogo glanced over and saw that there were probably several thousand people.

It's a bit of a pity. They are all labor force. These strong and healthy people are good candidates for working on assembly lines or construction sites.

Even though Waterdeep was attracting more people, it was not catching up quickly.

Moreover, many of the people here were conscripted men captured by Sutton and had no loyalty to the coalition forces.

With a little ideological education and good treatment, they can soon be transformed into the new force of the Northern Legion and quickly replenish the manpower.

So, the battle is not over.

Next comes the joyful process of capturing prisoners.

The coalition forces can decide when to start the battle, but it is up to Drogo to decide when to end the battle. Drogo and Figosin have made a careful plan on how to capture as many prisoners as possible.

Two thousand soldiers of the Northern Legion were divided into teams to search the area south of Waterdeep.

The coalition forces are all outsiders who are unfamiliar with the environment here. It would be easy for them to get lost while fleeing, and they have to avoid the main roads, so they will inevitably be dispersed and unable to form an effective counterattack force.

However, to be on the safe side, if you find a strong resistance force, you can use the equipped rune to summon the orc team on standby at any time.

The task of the prisoner-catching team is only to find them, not to bring them back. After tying them up, they will be coated with a special potion, the smell of which is very obvious to dragons.

Later, the couriers who are off duty will catch them back in piles.

If the prisoner is a transcendent and has a chance of escaping from his restraints, you can use a teleportation scroll to directly send him back.

Because the positioning of the teleportation scroll is not particularly accurate, in order to avoid the prisoners being sent back being crushed together and causing unnecessary additional damage, they will be tied with magic balloons before being teleported, floating in the air, and then teleported back.

The idea was proposed by Drogo, who was inspired by a game that was not finished but was still fun.

Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain

Although Drogo's balloon cannot float all the way back by itself like in the game.

The Northern Legion soldiers present quickly separated into teams, mounted their horses, and headed towards their respective target areas.

The opportunity for thousands of people to chase tens of thousands of people is not always available.

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night.

Outside a remote village, in a horse farm's warehouse, next to a pile of hay, Sir Willy was shivering.

He was so cold and scared.

How did that happen?

Not long ago, on the battlefield, he used the teleportation stone to escape, but he did not completely run out of the legion's range and happened to land near the team that was still advancing.

So the whole process was a huge chaos with the front team squeezing the back team.

In the chaotic escape, his weapons and cloak were squeezed off and he managed to escape with great difficulty.

After running into the jungle in one breath, I realized that I was lost.

I had no idea where I had lost the map, so I could only roughly identify the direction of south and walk along it.

It's definitely right to go this way.

He was a nobleman, but he had fallen to the point where he didn't even have a horse.

What a shame.

When he returns to Dronburg, he must reorganize his forces. This defeat was only due to his lack of understanding of the opponent's weapons. After he has figured it out, he will definitely conquer the North!

Along the way, he threw away his expensive armor, which was a life-saving weapon on the battlefield, although it did not play a big role on the battlefield in the north. Outside the battlefield, when running away, a full set of armor weighing dozens of kilograms would be a burden.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw some people, a strange little village.

He just felt like his legs were not his own.

But he didn't dare to stay overnight at the villagers' homes, because who knew whether these villagers were leaning towards the north.

I had to hide in a warehouse next to the horse farm and spend the night there.

Unexpectedly, he was not the only one hiding here, there were also several defeated soldiers.

He's not a knight loyal to the Willy family, but he doesn't look like a lowly soldier either.

"Do you know where this is?" Sir Willy asked in a low voice.

"Of course I don't know. Just run south."

"It's all that stupid commander's fault, otherwise we wouldn't be in such a miserable state now."

Not many people in the coalition had seen Willy in person, and now that he was without armor or cloak, and even without his weapons, he was unrecognizable.

Several defeated soldiers expressed their dissatisfaction with the commander in vulgar language.

Hearing this, the person involved was naturally very unhappy, but he was too embarrassed to reveal his identity, "The commander also has his own difficulties."

"He has no reason to be miserable! He might have already teleported away to who knows where."

"Okay, stop making noise, there's movement!" The only soldier who still had a weapon suddenly said.

He was looking through the gap in the warehouse door, vigilantly observing the situation outside.

"It's a team from the North."

After hearing what he said, the rest of the people panicked.

"How many people are there?" Willy asked hurriedly.

"Less than ten."

"Then can we go out and give it a try?"

As soon as these words came out, all the other soldiers looked at Willy as if he were a fool.

"Don't you know how powerful they are? We had more than 30 people before, and we had all the weapons. When we encountered a small team like this, we thought we had the advantage in numbers, so we fought back."

The person who spoke seemed to have not yet recovered from the fear at that time. "I have never seen a team that cooperates so well. They are just like one person. Their movements are extremely fast and their shooting is terrifyingly accurate. It seems that they will never make mistakes. They are too calm to be human."

"The results of it?"

As soon as Willy finished asking, he realized what was happening and, looking at the few people left present, he knew the result.

"Then what do we do?"

"Run separately, as many as you can."

"Run apart? No, you can't leave me behind. I'm a noble," Sir Willy said excitedly, "You swore an oath to protect the nobles. This is your duty and honor!"

Several soldiers were silent, but their anger was not difficult to see.

In silence, the Northern Team was getting closer and closer. At this time, the soldier with the weapon spoke up, "You go first, I'll hold them back."

"Really?" Sir Willy asked excitedly, "I pledge my family to give you an honorable funeral and provide for your relatives. What is your name?"

The warrior did not answer, but rushed directly to the gate and ran in the direction of the Northern Team.

"Put down your weapons!" the squad raised their guns in warning.

Under Willy's astonished gaze, the soldier threw away his weapon and fell to his knees.

"Don't kill me! I'm reporting that there's a noble deserter right there!" He pointed in Willy's direction.

(End of this chapter)