A strange world

Chapter 711 Section 108. Hellfire

Military barracks east of Liberty City.

The chaotic queue fell into silence as Fermi and his guards arrived holding a helmet.

Femi's stern gaze swept across the recruits who puffed out their chests and raised their heads. They successfully applied for the job in the morning, and they have such qualities without any training, which is pretty good...

This recruitment was more exciting than expected. As the news of the "breathing method" spread in the city lord's palace, young people flocked there, and there were even many tourists who were not residents of Free City and mercenaries who wanted to try their luck.

The Breathing Technique is only popular among nobles and high knights. Even many professionals have no chance to obtain it, but Liberty City actually provides it to soldiers for free.

Fermi's Hellfire Legion took advantage of this opportunity and carefully selected a group of young people who were all over 170 centimeters tall and could become combat-ready with a little training.

Handing the helmet to the deputy on the side, Femi stepped onto the high platform.

Thousands of eyes looked at Fermi and his scratched plate armor.

The right chest of his plate armor has two designs painted on it: a drop of red blood and a red rat head. They respectively represent killing more than a hundred ratmen and killing more than ten elite ratmen.

"Many of you still don't know what the Hellfire Legion represents, and now I'm here to tell you!"

"The Hellfire Legion originated from the Second Musketeers of Xingyue Bay in the year 999 of the Saint Laurent calendar. It was officially named in the year 1000 of the Saint Laurent calendar. We have experienced several battles, with ratmen and humans, and experienced the second expedition. , trampling the old king of Ruikaner who betrayed mankind under his feet. But the rat men are still in the north, threatening our people, and the war has never ended. Now, we must prepare for a new war!"

"The Ratmen are the plague, and we are the fire from hell! For glory! For His Majesty Annan!"

"For His Majesty Annan!"

The hoarse shouts of thousands of people echoed throughout half of Free City, and Annan, who was following Francois into the dungeon, trembled inexplicably.

He and Francois ran to the high wall and looked at the military camp in the distance.

"They really love you," Francois said enviously.

"I think it's a bit overstepping..."

After the speech, Fermi asked fifty centurions, chosen at random, to take the stage. Except for the deputy commander selected by Annan and Olmedo together, Femi has all other appointment rights. He told the veterans and new recruits that the breathing method training lasted for three months. After three months, he would re-select fifty real centurions from five thousand people.

In order to distinguish between the "centurion who killed a hundred ratmen" and the "official centurion", he also slightly changed the merits - because the original Hellfire Thousand Soldiers fought everywhere, and almost all the veterans were "hundred warriors". Husband", without the challenge and uniqueness,

The new centurion's meritorious service is a scratch. When a soldier achieves significant results in a battle or action, he will have the right to add a scratch on his blood and rat head.

Olmedo thinks this is good and plans to implement it in the other two legions.

In addition, Hellfire also adopts a brutal competition system, with internal competitions held every few days. The capable ones go up, the losers go down. According to Fermi, the more they sweat now, the less blood they will shed on the battlefield in the future.

Annan originally wanted to stop them, but Olmedo felt that each legion should have its own style. They had been doing this in the months since he had gone south.

For example, the Guards Corps did not have that many crooked melons and cracked dates, and the equipment issued to them by the blacksmith shop was also the most exquisite. The Hellfire Legion focuses on actual combat. In addition to muskets, they are also equipped with a large number of magic artillery. As the deputy, and because the blacksmith shop had insufficient production capacity, the Musketeers Legion chose light and flexible leather armor and truncated magic muskets.

At least so far, Hellfire is the most elite force in Liberty City, not even comparable to the Guards Corps that nominally protects Annan and important officials.

"I thought I saw the arena being built two days ago." Annan looked in the direction of the arena, but was blocked by a tree-stump-like mage tower. "

"Well, it hasn't been put into use yet."

"Then we can arrange a 'Legion Cup' competition for the three major legions to compete. The first game will start in three months. Well... we can also allow private teams to participate, let Evelin cooperate with the promotion, and then sell Tickets and selling team jerseys and merchandise can both promote Liberty City and football and make money.”

"As expected of you."

"Are you scolding me?"

…

The Mirren Kingdom is one of the oldest kingdoms in the southeastern part of the Allen continent.

Stability flows in the blood of this country and is proud of its nobles - this country is older than the calendar of Saint Laurent.

All nobles and politicians have the concept of "stability". The Mirren Kingdom is stable today and will remain stable in the future.

Anyone who wants to destabilize this kingdom will be severely punished by this country. Include novelty—because novelty can also be destabilizing.

Khamis VI didn’t know how the Divine Eye felt that this country had potential, but he thanked the Divine Eye for choosing him and letting him see that the outside world was not so bad, and knowing that the Mirren Kingdom was okay was not a matter of stability; No one wants to invade a small country that has nothing. But I hate the Holy Eye because...

The palace meeting in the early morning was filled with the musty smell of an old man, lifeless and lifeless.

Because it gave the young Khamis VI insight into the truth but remained indifferent.

Khamis VI, whose age was averaged to 65 by the MPs, stood up: "As for the trade in Free City, I think they will bring new blood to the kingdom by bringing cheap specialties."

"I object!"

"I second the motion."

Elderly MPs vomited the rotten egg smell of indigestion.

Look, as long as you do nothing, nothing is good. This is the way of life in the Myron Kingdom.

Today's parliament ended like this. Members left in twos and threes to talk about tonight's banquet...

Of course, the banquet is not destabilizing. How can any noble refuse the banquet?

The young king sat quietly on his throne.

Give up cooperation with Liberty City? How can it be!

Khamis VI personally watched Annan move two rows forward in two years...give him another ten years, and he would dare to sit on the seat of the Thirteenth Supreme King.

He had to find a way... Fortunately, his opponents were a group of old guys who took a while to even think of their own names.

That night, Khamis VI attended the private banquet of the MPs. Those withered hands groping on the delicate skin of the girl made him nauseous, but thinking on the bright side, they were just lustful, not initiating riots everywhere for the desire to conquer. Countless people were displaced.

Khamis VI took the opportunity to pour a lot of wine on the members. At the parliament the next day, he said while the members were still hungover: "I think the arrival of the merchant ships from Free City has destroyed the long-standing stability of the Kingdom of Myron. I propose to refuse to trade with them."

"I object! Wait a moment..."

"I second the motion."

In the end, Khamis VI passed the trade with Free City in a despicable way.