Warhammer

She grinned, revealing a seductive smile.

“They will know the truth.”

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"waaaaaaagh!"

The greenskin ambushers rushed out from behind the hills, and the big guys riding on pigs screamed and swung machetes and battle axes on the pigs' backs.

The shaman swung his wooden staff, and a Maoge was staring at it, and it smashed into the crowd, causing panic.

The short and hunchbacked goblin boy pulled the crudely made bow and threw a volley of arrows at the human team. Four or five refugees fell down instantly, and many more were injured.

The spontaneously organized militia, under the command of several mercenaries and defeated phalanx soldiers, hurriedly deployed the most commonly used and classic phalanx tactics.

Several rows of spears guarded the small area in front and on the left and right flanks, with archers and musketeers standing at the back, using the gaps to attack.

The Estalia's tactics have extremely strong defense and impact power in the front, but the most vulnerable point is right behind them. In large-scale troop operations, the deployed legions can block attacks from multiple directions.

However, the phalanx army was difficult to dispatch and turn in time, resulting in it being difficult to respond effectively once the covering forces behind and on the flanks, such as our cavalry, were defeated and attacked by the enemy.

However, after the great development of gunpowder weapons, the main enemies faced by the Estalia were: indigenous beasts of the New World, occasional pirates, and minor frictions from time to time with neighboring countries such as Tyrell and Bator.

There were almost no enemies that could pose a significant threat to the Estalia's phalanx army.

Various war weapons that flowed out of the Empire were very popular among the southerners. As for artillery, the neighbors of Batto (the Round Table Council of Carcassonne) hated it and considered it unwarlike. The conflict with the Tyrells was ruled by the Church of War, which restricted the use of such high-powered weapons to avoid escalation of the war.

With the support of the rat people, and the warlord Gao Maoliang Feilong himself is a very, very rare green-skinned warlord who is famous for "strategy" and "planning" rather than force and cunning. For him, all battles must strive to defeat the enemy with the majority as much as possible, and defeat the weak with the strong. He will ambush and launch a sneak attack if possible, and will never rush head-on.

Before the Battle of the Gedaz River broke out, the warlord himself rode his extremely rare two-headed dragon mount "Dragon's Death" to the Great Wilderness and personally commanded the entire battle.

Using tactics of luring, ambushing and harassment, the reckless, revengeful Estalia people, like prey being toyed with by the most skilled Imperial hunters, gradually entered the graves dug for them by the greenskins.

Under the plague of the ratmen and the fire support of the pirate landers, the exhausted and wounded Estalia people were no longer able to resist the attack of the greenskins, and finally lost in the Battle of the Gedaz River...

After saying so much, it all comes down to one point——

The phalanx is out of date!

Especially when the flanks and rear cannot be secured, tactics have long stagnated after the development of technology...

But tradition is always tradition. The powerful phalanx corps is the embodiment of glory throughout the south. All its glorious deeds have endowed the name itself with a sacred meaning.

The Estalians had almost forgotten that there were other ways to fight besides the clumsy hedgehog tactics.

Although the big guys were angry, they would not choose to directly rush towards the Estalia's spears unless they were particularly angry.

After all, there are other things to chop and hack, so why not?

So the greenskins avoided the hedgehog-like formation and rushed towards the refugee group.

The desperate archers tried to use muskets and bows and arrows to save their compatriots and families, but only a few greenskins fell to the ground, and more rushed forward. Obviously, a massacre would take place.

The commanders shouted at the commanders to keep the formation steady, to keep the formation steady, just as they had experienced in many failed battles before.

With little success.

The morale of the army could not help but waver. After all, most of the able-bodied men who made up this team came from fleeing refugee families. When their own relatives were threatened and exposed to the enemy's butcher knife, they had to continue to maintain a seemingly useless formation.

It's hard to hold back.

Some archers in the back row could not control their fear or worry and turned around to try to leave the formation. Even after being shot with pistols by the commander, more people tried to leave the formation.

Naturally, we should not expect much tactical skills from the hastily formed militia, and this is a slow death in the first place.

Even if they formed a formation and resisted to the end, the greenskins who surrounded them could easily find the weak points and break through the formation.

Destruction seemed to befall this refugee group as usual.

On the statue of the goddess Myrmidia, there was one more drop of blood and tears. The kingdom was crying for her children, who fell on the land where the Estalia people had lived for generations, and in the arms of the glorious kingdom of the Estalia people.

......

But everything will be different because of someone's arrival.

The sound of birds chirping and the flapping of wings passed through the sky.

A mighty griffin with wings tips as red as fire descended from the sky. It tore a large beast into pieces with its claws and fangs, while using its sharp beak to bite the green-skinned head of a beast that was raising its sword to chop down the delicate body of a young woman holding a baby girl.

He bit its head and pulled it up, then tossed it away with his head tilted.

The young woman, who was still in despair over the fate of herself and her baby, had traces of tears on her pretty face. She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and looked in disbelief at the beast that fell from the sky.

And two, no, one pendant on her back.

The nun released her arm around the boy's waist, jumped off the griffin's back, pulled out her warhammer, spun it twice in her hand, and hurled it hard, knocking over a big guy and saving a young man who was almost having his head split.

He knocked down a big guy who was rushing towards him with a scream with one punch, picked up a short axe and a machete from the ground, and then faced the dozen or so greenskins rushing towards him head-on.

The wyvern roared and rushed into the position of the goblin boy archers. After flying over, it created a large number of goblin boys flying.

Wolves and centaurs soon followed and joined the rescue operation.

The greenskins' momentum of charging slowed down for a moment, and then faded away even faster.

They were ambushed by a more ferocious enemy and destroyed in the wilderness.

Al jumped off the griffin and walked to the young woman who was kneeling on the ground holding the baby. He bent down and gently hooked the baby's swaddling clothes with his clawed gloves.

He, or she, seemed to be still sleeping, unaware that he and his mother had just brushed against the brink of death. He looked very quiet and well-behaved.

Al recalled the time when he and his classmates participated in voluntary work, working with professional caregivers and babysitters to take care of babies.

At that time, I often thought they were too noisy and annoying, but I still had to calm down and be patient to comfort and take care of them.

Now I just feel nostalgic, remembering the times when the children were babbling around me, and they were climbing up and down on the boy as he lay on the mat.

Behind the mask, Al sighed, stood up, and glanced at the young woman's chest, which was a little loose, revealing her beautiful breasts, perhaps because of her previous escape.

Very big.

The mouthfeel is cough, and the feel must be good.

.....

A man remains a boy until he dies!

The boy is loyal until his death. What's wrong with liking breasts?

Following the Griffin Girl, El wandered in the queue that had left the center of the battlefield.

This noble beast held its head high and followed Al proudly, looking somewhat like a queen.

The Wrath Horn Guards arrived quickly and continued to surround the Eternal Chosen, protecting them.

The mounted Sisters chanted holy prayers and followed the Centaurs and Wolves into the battlefield, slaughtering the Greenskins with their flails and hammers.

This band of greenskin thugs scattered across the highlands of the western plains enjoyed the dual services of Chaos and Order and soon fell into defeat. The goblins dropped their weapons and fled, and the big guys turned around and fled when they found that they couldn't waaaagh anymore. They were chased by centaurs and wolves, and it was unknown how many of them could escape alive.

The nuns and some enthusiastic and hot-blooded expeditionary forces and Estalia soldiers who were willing to join the tribal allies, take the initiative to clear out the greenskins, and rescue the people of Estalia began to regroup the refugees and search for the wounded.

Among the militia, those who were unqualified and unwilling to continue to join the army were eliminated, and the remaining people were incorporated into the new legion envisioned by Ai'er: "Mortal Guard" (Mortal Auxiliary Army)

Of course, this name and structure have not been announced to the public yet, and even the Beastmen are unaware of it. It is just an idea in Al's mind.

After all, we already have the four beast warriors of the star system (bushi), so how can we be without auxiliary troops?

In Ai'er's vision of the future battlefield, mortals will mainly serve as long-range fighters. He will vigorously develop gunpowder weapons, combining the beastmen's strange infantry and heavy infantry with humans' muskets and cannons to become the main force of the legion and conquer the world for him until the end.

Of course, the premise is that he can really win people's hearts, otherwise he can't guarantee whether it will appear:

The world's best arquebusier ashigaru went alone to seek the divine choice.

That would be ridiculous, people of the Empire.

He watched from the edge of the battlefield for a while, not to avoid fighting, but simply for deeper reasons. The centaur girl who had been watching from the sidelines for a while came over with the halberd that always frightened El every time he saw it, fearing that it would fall into the hands of one of her offspring.

It's imposing and terrifyingly gloomy.

The attention was divided into two parts, one on Al and the other on Sister Helen.

At the same time, he also glanced at the young woman who was rescued by Al.

Al stood beside the Griffin Lady with his hands on his hips, watching the battlefield. He was thinking about the situation in his mind for a while before he sensed the arrival of his adoptive mother.

The guards surrounded Ai'er and walked over, making room for these two (plus a griffin), the unique core of the tribe.

The boy skillfully held his adoptive mother's hand and then looked into the distance.

The battle was almost over, and humans and beastmen were cleaning up the battlefield together.

Although he has seen it many times, the victorious ending always makes Al reminisce about it.

He hoped that he could always be like this, having plenty of leisure time to watch the battlefield after each battle.

The refugees cried quietly, expressing their sadness, excitement, and gratitude for being able to survive.

Beastmen rescuers, led by the shaman, are helping to treat the wounded and care for the refugees.

Before this trip, Ai'er specifically ordered the Centaurs to march quickly and brought back a group of smart and agile ordinary beastmen. After all, the negotiations were between high-level officials.

If the negotiations fail, the worst that can happen is that the two sides turn the table over and start a fight, but communication at the grassroots level has always been the most important.

It is possible to let the angry-horned beast kill people, but what it would gain is probably more awe from humans. Even if it could gain gratitude for saving its life temporarily, it would be worn away due to the huge difference and lack of communication. After all, Al himself is a human being.

He never felt reassured about the level of human morality in this world.

Later conversion is necessary;

Beastmen, humans, even dwarves, high elves, vampires, and tomb racks are all my people! The Eternal Gods choose everyone equally, love and protect them - I don't believe in the faults of the Four Gods!

Only with the same beliefs can there be basic protection. Even if there are all kinds of birds in the forest, the dwarves and elves are at odds, the high elves are in civil war, and humans can even sell themselves...but the new four gods will not be merciful, or incompetent in dealing with betrayal.

The Human Cavalry Corps (Mortal Auxiliary Army) was sent out by Ai'er for reconnaissance. These people now recognize the tribe, or at least recognize the strength of the tribe, so Ai'er can barely be considered half of their commander.

Of course, the main reason is to prevent them from showing their faces in front of the refugees, so as not to take away their emotions of gratitude and closeness, making the refugees more psychologically inclined to help their beastmen, adding weight to El's subsequent plans.

The bodies of the greenskins were gathered together and burned, and at the same time a piece of land polluted by their blood had to be cleaned up. This task was handed over to the human cavalry later.

The nun came back carrying a war hammer and threw the body of a burly green-skinned giant onto the pile of corpses.

"The situation in Marus is very bad. The siege by pirates and greenskins has exhausted the defenders."

"Their fleet launched an assault, taking advantage of the heavy rain and briefly repelling the pirate fleet. They transported a large number of people out of the city by boat and fled north to Bilbarri."

Al nodded, turned his head to look at the miserable group of refugees, and said, "It seems that they were not completely successful."

"Yes, there are dead spirits among the pirates. They used underwater undead and sea monsters to attack the fleet fleeing northward. Most of the ships had to run aground or abandon their ships and flee to the shore. In order to cover their retreat, the Marus fleet sank in the Vast Ocean."

The elder sister sighed.

Al was silent for a moment.

"They are warriors who fight to the death for their people, which fits my impression of soldiers."

"If possible in the future, I will erect a monument for all the sacrifices and brave men who fought against darkness and evil."

Al had thought of the inscription, so he copied it...

The elder sister asked curiously, "What is your impression of the army? Strong? Brave?"

El shook his head, looking at the silent and solemn Legion of Angry Horned Beasts, who rarely communicated with each other without orders, and the Estalia Auxiliary Army, who were excited and enthusiastic, as if they had won a glorious victory.

He shook his head and said:

"I haven't felt their presence for a long time."

After all, the Human Union has unified the entire blue planet. Before he left, there were only three types of armed forces left: the space force of the honor guard, the aerospace fleet, and the engineering corps.

Even routine public security has been handed over to AI, and humans are only responsible for situations that AI cannot handle.

But what Al said about his impression of the army came from before he was born.

The Eternal Chosen murmured:

"They are a group of Puritans in life and spirit, the bravest people in a country and a group. When they appear anywhere, people can feel safe when they see them."

"Incorruptible, chaste, brave, good at fighting, but peace-loving, because peace is the expectation of the masses and the guarantee of a good life."

"Our faith in the people will never be easily shaken."

“They came out of the masses and will return to the masses, taking the fate of the masses as the highest instruction, and under the leadership of the vanguard, always charging ahead of all difficulties.”

"They are very conscious. Even if... they will..."

After Al finished speaking, he came back to his senses, looked at the thoughtful and somewhat doubtful elder sister, and said with a smile: "My legion, it is enough to do half of this."

"You asked me before how I could rule the Southern Kingdom and integrate all the tribes."