Black Dragon Kingdom

As long as this small town of 2,000 people can be breached, the number of soldiers under his command will increase by at least 1,000. As long as the casualties do not exceed 1,000, the casualties are worth it.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hundreds of ladders were erected on the city wall, and the dense mahjong walls were filled up.

All of a sudden, the city walls of the town were full of loopholes.

Four to five hundred ordinary militiamen desperately tried to push these ladders down.

However, there are too many ladders, more than their number, and their efforts are almost as good as none.

Shimo Navarro bit the rusty and dirty iron knife on his mouth with the mouth he used to eat delicious pastries.

Like an ordinary soldier, stepping on the surrounding ladders to climb up desperately.

The three-meter city wall is not high. If he can use his extraordinary strength, he can jump down in less than a second.

Even if he eats an ordinary soldier now, as long as he is given ten seconds, he can climb up.

"ah!"

A shrill scream sounded.

A soldier in front of him had just climbed up the city wall, and before he had time to kill the Quartet and get rid of his status as a slave, he was kicked down by a soldier.

He fell straight down from the three-meter-high city wall.

But three meters is not too high, and he can't fall to his death.

Shimo Navarro curled his lips and continued to crawl forward.

As soon as he climbed up the city wall, a soldier who looked more elite came to kill him with a long sword in his hand.

Shimo Navarro held the knife in his hand without hesitation.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Both knees suddenly lowered, the long knife lay across his side, and his body rushed forward quickly.

The soldier on the opposite side didn't react at all, and a big gash was split on one side of his waist.

Blood gushed out and wet his cheeks.

At the same time, his teacher disguised himself as a farmer, and four or five peasants disguised as the Grand Duke at the peak of the third rank also killed them.

Everyone used the strength of ordinary people, with a courage that is not afraid of death, and killed them like a group of tigers facing a group of sheep.

The soldiers and ordinary militiamen on the city wall were instantly torn a big hole.

There was a big hole, and a steady stream of peasant troops rushed up. In the blink of an eye, peasant troops were everywhere on the city wall.

The two sides fought together.

Soldiers and militiamen desperately wanted to drive this group of guys out and defend their property and family.

However, in the eyes of the peasant army, the soldiers and militiamen have made military achievements one by one. If they kill one of them, they can get rid of their status as slaves and become masters.

In order to become a master, what is a bad life?

Killing one is a profit, and if you don't kill it, you will just die like the exhausted slaves before, and it is not a loss at all.

After all, they died meaninglessly before, but now they died on the battlefield like soldiers.

Died with the glory of a warrior.

Rather than dying humblely like a slave, dying with the glory of a warrior, this is the best ending in their life.

The fighting became more and more intense. Shimo Navarro had already killed five enemies, and his whole body had already been soaked in blood.

Today, he is no longer the pampered master of the empire, but a real warrior.

Bloody, fighting, glory!

Humble slaves, starving and skinny peasants, cunning businessmen, proud nobles.

Countless things that he had never experienced before passed by him non-stop.

His soul is undergoing a most brilliant transformation.

And this transformation is his chance to break through the legend.

An hour later, when the casualties exceeded 30%, the militia and ordinary soldiers completely collapsed.

They are in order to protect their families and their own property, which is why they fight so bravely, even if the casualties reach 20%, they still persist.

But they are still just ordinary soldiers and ordinary militiamen, 30% is already the limit.

This has reached the standard of an elite army.

There were only 500 militiamen and soldiers left. They jumped off the city wall and ran towards the inside of the town in a panic.

The mighty peasant army pushed open the gate, and countless soldiers rushed in frantically.

They started a large-scale massacre, as long as they held weapons, or as long as they held something that could threaten their lives, such as a small wooden stick, they would be listed as the targets of the massacre.

The small town of 2,000 people was in total chaos.

Countless people began to resist fiercely.

Now that the giant dragon has only been away for less than 25 years, the combat effectiveness of ordinary people is still quite good under the teachings of their parents.

Facing the peasant army who wanted to slaughter the town, of course they would not stand and let them kill them. How could the rabbit bite people when it was anxious?

Not to mention that they still have the power to resist.

Of course, this is because they don't understand that as long as they have something in their hands, they will be included in the massacre, and if there is nothing, they will not be included in the massacre.

If they knew, they would never mount a fierce resistance.

It's a pity that no one in the Peasant Army is willing to spread the news because of military merits.

The fire soared into the sky, and the roar of fighting resounded throughout the town.

Five thousand troops rushed into the small town and fought with the resisting people inside.

Shimo Navarro rode proudly into the main road of the town.

Looking around at the soldiers who were gaining military merit one by one, the smile on his face couldn't stop.

When a slave kills an enemy, he can be upgraded to a soldier, get two slaves, and a fief that can feed ten people.

A soldier takes his two slaves and kills ten enemies, and he can become the commander of the ten men and gain the command of the ten soldiers. When harvesting every year, the ten soldiers must give half of their own harvest to the commander of the ten men. , that is to say, the income of the commander of the tenth, if the half of the harvest to be given to the commander of the centurion is subtracted, his income is five times that of the ordinary soldier. While feeding himself, his son and his wife, the remaining grain It is perfectly possible to raise ten more slaves.

And the ten commander brought his ten slaves, ten soldiers, and twenty slaves of all the soldiers. A total of more than forty people killed a hundred enemies, and he could be promoted to a centurion. The chief can get half of the annual harvest of the ten-husband, and give half of his own income to the thousand-soldier. The income is five times that of the ten-squad and the centurion, and the number of slaves he can support is also five times that of before. That is to say, his food It is completely capable of feeding fifty slaves, and the centurion can still perform blood sacrifices.

And the centurion took fifty slaves of his own, ten centurions and a hundred slaves in their families, a hundred soldiers and their two hundred slaves, a total of four hundred and sixty close to five hundred troops, After killing a thousand enemies, a centurion can be promoted to a thousand commander.