Black Dragon Kingdom

The black army is mighty and mighty, along the path in the forest, heading towards the small town in the distance with great morale.

Shimo Navarro was riding on a war horse, holding a knight's long sword tied to his waist, with an extremely excited expression.

In the past few days, he found himself like a child of destiny favored by fate.

Invincible, invincible.

Where the long sword pointed, all human villages were easily breached by him, and the liberated slaves and captured lower-class people had no intention of rebelling after being taken under his command.

On the contrary, after they knew that by killing an enemy, they could become slave owners, obtain fiefdoms, and distribute slaves, each of them was full of fighting spirit, desperately killing and hacking on the battlefield, no worse than those veterans.

Really good fighter.

Three hundred soldiers in armor guarded Shimo Navarro's surroundings firmly, and led the large force to keep moving forward.

In the large army, Rhea Rice was wearing a small hat, holding a broken knife in his hand, and wearing a tattered gray coat similar to that of a farmer. His face was ashamed, and his originally fair face was also under the influence of magic at this time. Under the circumstances, he became no different from those farmers.

From a distance, he looked like a farmer, without any dignity of the lord of the empire.

"Teacher, you are trying to trick me to death!"

Rhea Rice looked at the big farmer's hands covered in mud, and felt extremely frantic in her heart.

He is the emperor of the Rhea Empire, and he has always been a pure and noble existence since he was a child.

But now, the soil all over his body is at least as thick as a fingernail, his face is covered with dead skin left by the wind and frost, and his hands are no different from those farmers.

Just yesterday, he, who could only display the fighting power of an ordinary soldier, was sprayed with blood after hacking to death a few enemies with weapons.

The bloody smell on his body has not disappeared until now.

Dirty, stinking, and living like a beggar really made him feel at a loss.

However, he had to endure it, because besides him, his own teacher, the two domestic legends, were all like him now.

That's right, his teacher and the two domestic legends have all become like him.

Now it is surrounding him, followed by some grand dukes who also sneaked in, swaying forward like ordinary cannon fodder peasant soldiers.

It can be said that among this team of less than 5,000 people.

There is a master of the empire, a legendary saint, two legends, and more than two dozen dukes of the third-order peak directly in it.

If they really wiped out all the top executives of their Rhea Empire, there would be no one left.

After the legendary saint of Rhea made a plan, he immediately decided to be bolder after realizing that he was not the only one who thought of this aspect.

Therefore, he left a legend-level avatar in the country to manage the entire empire, and let the two legends declare retreat, and then pulled over the twenty or so peak-level dukes who were most loyal to their Rhea Empire.

Just set off.

After some planning, they pretended to be ordinary farmers, and they were easily coerced into it.

After several battles, they have all become soldiers, and some of them have become commanders.

It can be said that now they have officially joined the Dragon Alliance, as long as the three dragons do not express any objection, no one can deny their identities.

After walking along the mountain road for a while, several villages were destroyed on the way and all the people without weapons inside were engulfed.

More than 5,300 troops slowly approached a small town with a three-meter wall.

Shimo Navarro looked at the shivering hundreds of small groups of militiamen in the town.

The expression was extremely greedy. In his eyes, those militiamen were not individuals at all, but soldiers who were marching one by one.

After killing them, his military achievements will be getting closer and closer to Chief Wan.

"kill!"

"Turn them all into a brand on our heads."

"I'm going to drink in this town today!"

Shimo Navarro shouted.

Because he used to be a slave, Shimo Navarro didn't know much about the art of war, and the training of the Dragon Alliance mostly taught them how to escape quickly.

As for things like the art of war that require formal study and take a long time to master, they are of course not qualified to learn as slaves when they were studying.

So now they still have only one tactic, and that is to rush forward in a swarm.

Relying on the sturdy combat power brought about by absolute militarization, although this kind of tactic looks quite chaotic, its combat power is not weak.

Because they all dared to risk their lives, but only a small part of the human soldiers on the opposite side dared to risk their lives.

As long as one-tenth of the opponent's fighters are killed, the opponent will basically collapse, and the war will naturally be won.

Of course, most of their enemies are also some villagers and some small towns. The regular army of the empire usually runs to the forest quickly when they see them.

An army of 5,000 peasants, carrying hundreds of ladders, rushed towards the distant town in a swarm.

Shimo Navarro twitched in his heart and carried a big ladder with his teacher, rushing forward quickly with the flow of people.

"kill!"

"Freedom from slavery is today!"

"Come on, brothers, kill an enemy, and we are no longer slaves."

"Fight with them!"

Swearing, roaring, and all kinds of roars filled the peasant army in a swarm.

As for why they are called the Peasant Army, it is because most of the soldiers are basically farming.

More than 95% of the slaves who joined in were serfs, and the slaves who came in were basically farmers. As for other occupations such as tailors, blacksmiths, etc., they were quite rare, and there were only one or two in a village. The number of hundreds of peasants in a village is really so small that it can be ignored.

Therefore their name can be called Peasant Army, which means an army composed of serfs and ordinary peasants.

"Let the arrow!"

On the city wall, a hundred soldiers in armor and four to five hundred ordinary militiamen who were similar to the other side stood guarding it with a panicked expression.

With an order from the centurion on the opposite side, 30 archers among the 100 soldiers instantly let go of their bowstrings.

A thin rain of arrows fell from the sky and fell into the densely packed peasant army.

A dozen ordinary warriors who didn't even have a piece of armor were shot by arrows in an instant.

He fell to the ground howling.

The ground was stained red with blood, but Shimo Navarro didn't have the slightest intention to stop attacking.

There are no immortals in war. If you are afraid of death, why go to the battlefield? From the moment of entering the battlefield, life has been put on the table, either win or die.