Crown of Chaos

In an environment like the Middle Ages, what are the three elements for victory in war?

Aaron believes that different historians, military strategists, and politicians will have a hundred answers to this question.

But for now, if you want to win the war, the three most important elements are "food! Food! Food!".

In an era when materials were not yet developed, the most important factor for maintaining the army was food. The size of the Arabelle Liberation Army was about 8,000 people. Based on the fact that each person needs to consume 3 pounds (about 1.36 kilograms) of bread a day, 8,000 people would be enough for a day. To eat 24,000 pounds of bread, this is still the lowest calculation.

So after more than 20 days of gathering, 800,000 pounds of grain were consumed.

But this is not the real consumption. Behind the army, there must not only be a large number of auxiliary soldiers, but also farmers, businessmen, grooms, craftsmen, and even prostitutes accompanying the army, and then higher-level knights, mid-to-high-level officers, wizards, high-level For professionals, the standard of rations will naturally be higher.

The army camp produces 1 ton of human feces and nearly 1 ton of pack animal excrement every day.

Theoretically, the army's food also includes fresh or bacon, bacon, butter, cheese, tobacco, dried fish and vegetables, as well as beer. Without these, Ms. Raul's army may be able to tolerate it temporarily, but those The mercenary professionals are going to rebel!

And these are still far from enough. There are also heavy cavalry teams in the camp, and the supplies these heavy knights need to consume are even more astonishing.

A standard set of equipment for a heavy cavalry is: short bow, lance (at least two), a set of chain mail (or plate armor), polished iron helmet, greaves, iron gloves, a set of braided robes, Two javelins, a half-horse armor mixed with leather and iron, a sword (or axe, hammer, knife or spear), and two horses (at least one war horse and one pack horse).

Except for a very small number of noble knights from the kingdom like Aaron, who brought their own equipment and took the initiative to participate in the battle for military merit, most of the heavy cavalry either required Ms. Raul to pay for a full set of equipment for them, or they brought their own equipment. It would require Ms. Raul to spend a large amount of real money to hire.

So Ms. Raul has no choice. She must fight this battle! You can only fight!

Aaron looked at the dense list of material consumption and sighed. In his previous life, he knew why some famous generals made many seemingly stupid commands in wars. Many of them were because of the huge logistical pressure.

"Go back and have a good rest, son of Manuel. This is the first lesson I teach you, and it may also be the last lesson." Ms. Raul flicked her sleeves coldly: "What you have done for my career That's enough, you can leave with your people now. If I can win this battle by chance, I will guarantee that you and Samir will each have the title of fief knight."

Samir did not speak, but Aaron held the hilt of the Dark Moon Sword and walked behind Ms. Raul: "My Earl? Do you think I, a Viscount of Salian, came to join the war, just want the title of a fief knight?"

"I want more! More, more!" Aaron did not hide his greed this time: "It is our duty to rebuild Salian's glory!"

"Hehehe, count me in." Samir also stood up with a smile. The magician clasped his hands behind his back and sighed: "Actually, Aaron, Millman, you know, my original strength is far more than what I am now. so."

"But, a heavenly sect master and an evil demon sect master messed up my power."

"So, I also need a chance to push my limits."

"Oh, you two guys are really ambitious." Ms. Raul was not surprised by this. The beautiful countess of Arabelle straightened her tall body and said with a self-deprecating expression: "Follow me. Same."

"Now that you have thought about it, go back and rest early. We will go out into battle at noon tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Aaron and Samir retreated.

There was silence in the big tent for a while. Milman-Laure held the pendant on her chest tightly with her hands, which was something left to her by her second husband.

"Your Excellency, are you there?" There was no time to think for long. A call came from outside. Ms. Raul opened the tent door and found several officers, including nobles under her command, standing outside.

The leader of the berserker man carries two swords on his back. He is a duel master who has advanced to become a warrior. If he follows this path, he will have the opportunity to advance to the ultimate profession of a warrior - weapons master. This profession is considered to be all-weapons proficient and specializes in melee combat. It is one of the most powerful advanced professions for warriors who do not work part-time and do not touch magic.

"Your Excellency, we saw that Viscount Aaron Salian and Samir were back..." the duel master asked on behalf of everyone: "But, we didn't see anyone else coming back."

Ms. Raul's face was cold, like the eternal ice in the far north. She nodded cruelly and calmly: "Yes, they are the only ones who are back."

Her answer caused a burst of shouts among the generals.

"Your Excellency, under this situation, we will definitely have to face Tujin and his army of orc ancestor souls!" The man with two swords took another step forward, his brows furrowed, not caring about the difference between up and down at all: "In this case , Our chances are not great. Without the help of the gods, how can we deal with those ghosts who are not afraid of swords? We will all be defeated by Tujin!"

"Yes, our winning rate is not high." Ms. Raul nodded coldly.

There were bursts of boos and sighs from the generals.

"But we still have to fight." Countess Arabelle looked at her generals with her sharp eyes: "Gentlemen, is it good to be a bereaved dog?"

The faces of all the generals were filled with shame and anger. They screamed unwillingly and nodded heavily.

There were no second chances and everyone knew that retreating now was impossible.

"So, get ready." Ms. Raul nodded.

"The only thing I can guarantee is that either we have a celebration banquet together in Arabelle City, or we die together at the gate of my city!"

"Arabelle, belongs to me and can only belong to me!"

…………

Valley calendar year 1361, late February, suburbs of Arabelle.

"Duwu~duwu~wuwu~"

The horns of the human coalition resounded around the city, and under the command of Countess Arabelle Millman-Raul, the Liberation Army began to gather.

The hobgoblin wolf cavalry and the gnoll guards who were scouts quickly got the news. After all, the mobilization of more than 8,000 troops could not be hidden from the orcs in Arabelle. Urgent news was sent to the orc tent one after another. among.

In the big tent, a tall, thin orc with a mohawk, a white dragon bone helmet, and a long javelin behind his back knelt in front of the statue of the orc god Gruumsh.

This orc is not like many great orc warlords, who are abnormally strong and tall, looking like a giant bear. On the contrary, this orc has a slender and muscular body, with streamlined tendons from head to toe. The eight-pack abs are covered with battle scars left by swords, guns and sticks.

"Send the order and prepare to fight." The orc told his subordinates: "Gather the Gruumsh army!"

"Assemble the army of Yinavu!"

"Assemble Bagru's Goth beast rider brigade!"

"Command the Cave Mothers to assemble, and command the White Hands to assemble."

"Assemble the ogres, assemble the Bonecrushers."

"Slaughter the slaves and fill the bellies of all Gruumsh's people."

The orc officers came out one after another, and the whole city suddenly became agitated. The armory was opened, and weapons made by Warcraft were distributed to the hands of the orcs. They gathered under the leadership of the police, their roars became louder and louder, and the tsunami sound called "Gruush" surged up in waves, and the killing sound shook the sky!

Orcs are a race born to kill, plunder, and destroy!

The roar outside was getting louder and louder, but the tall orc kneeling in front of the statue of Gruumsh remained calm. He thought for a long time and noticed that the Jackal chief was still kneeling behind him, so he said warmly: "Well done, test." Dick, keep like this and serve me. When the war is won, I will give you true freedom and set aside a piece of land as your tribal activity area."

This orc's words simply didn't sound like those spoken by an orc. He looked more like a gentle human nobleman than an orc.

The jackal chief named Caudick greedily dripped a trace of saliva from his teeth on the spot. He immediately lowered his head, nodded repeatedly, wiped it with his hand and then retreated.

This gnoll chief is already imagining how he, with the support of the orc great khan, will sweep through the forest and truly sit on the throne of the gnoll leader of the Cormyr region.

The vibrations outside became louder and louder, but inside the big tent, only the Great Khan of the orcs was kneeling in front of the statue of the orc god Gruumsh.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his father.

Orcs are a race created by the orc god Gruumsh.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods gathered to carve up the world. Gruumsh, one of the powerful gods, also participated in this event. The gods decided to divide their territories by drawing lots.

Gruumsh drew "mountain" first, but the dwarf god Moradin said that the mountain already belonged to the dwarves.

Gruumsh then drew "Forest", but the people of the elven god Corellon had already occupied the forest. As the father god of the elves, Corellon of the good camp would certainly not let his children move out of the forest.

So the draw was over, and Gruumsh got nothing and became a laughing stock among the gods.

Gruumsh angrily declared war on the gods, but was inferior to the gods and Corellon destroyed an eye.

Therefore, the orc race created by Gruumsh in his own image began to declare war on all races in the world in the name of the one-eyed anger. They vowed to destroy all races, enslave and replace them.

This is a holy war that never stops and never goes out!

"Turgeon! Turgeon! Turgeon!"

The war cries of the orcs gradually came from outside, and they were calling Khan's name.

The tall orcs in the camp continued to pray, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the voices outside.

"Turgeon! Turgeon! Turgeon!"

The orcs continued to call his name.

The Orc Khan still did not react. As a unique Orc Great Khan, Turgeon had long learned to be calm during his childhood wandering in the ice and snow. He knew very well that the boiling and vivid power of anger in his race was both The key to victory is also the poison of failure.

He knows when to lead the explosion of this power, and he also knows when to be patient and give in appropriately.

Among the orcs, there are not many beings who can be favored by both Gruumsh and Ruseko, not at all.

Turgeon did it. Therefore, his intelligence attribute is not only higher than that of most orcs, but even better than that of many human scholars!

"Great One-Eye, our Father God, please give me strength!"

"I will dedicate this great crusade to you, just as I promised."

"Orcs are destined to become the masters of all things. The mortal world is just our hunting ground!"

After praying for the last time, Turgeon finally stood up and stepped out.

Outside the big tent were hundreds of strong orc guards armed to the teeth. Seeing the tent open, thousands of orcs outside the tent suddenly burst out with shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami. This was their khan. From a small tribe to a large tribe with more than 8,000 orcs and more than 10,000 followers, everything was brought about by Tujin.

This is our Khan!

Tujin Gaohan's vigorous figure always gives them the confidence and endless strength to win.

Under the gaze of more than 20,000 orcs, goblins, kobolds, giants, ogres, trolls and other creatures, the orc Great Khan stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He was about to give a speech.

The more than 20,000 orc coalition troops suddenly fell silent.

"Today, we stand here! Standing on the land of the orcs, standing on the city of Arabelle, on this land that we have watered with blood and honor! Behind me is our city, the last of our tribe The light!”

"In front of me, standing is a race, a race groaning in humiliation! After that ancient war ended, we lost our freedom. The elves drove us around like domestic animals, and the humans of Netheril were free to do so. Trampling on our lives, orcs, how could this race favored by God the Father end up like this?"

"Tell me, people of Father God, children of Gruumsh, do you want to die on the battlefield like a hero and join Father God's army in the underworld, or do you want to hide in the desert and hide in the underworld like before? In the mountains, like the prey in the cave, are you in constant fear?"

"Gruush! Gruush! Gruush!" The orcs were boiling. He raised the weapon in his hand. From one end of his sight to the other, there was a boiling green sea.

"Life is important, but there is always something more important than life in the world, and that is freedom, the freedom that belongs to us orcs!"

Turgeon roared loudly, his fangs reflecting in the sun.

"As long as there are humans outside our territory, the freedom of the orcs will not exist! As long as humans still dominate the world, the freedom of the orcs will not exist! As long as the high walls of humans still block our battle axes, the freedom of the orcs will It doesn't exist! As long as human magic troubles us, the freedom of the orcs doesn't exist! As long as we can't roam around at will, kill their young, and sleep with their females, the freedom of the orcs doesn't exist!"

"What the orcs never need is life. What we need is a living space, a living space that belongs to us orcs! This living space is never obtained through prayer and negotiation, but is obtained through blood and battle axes. !”

"Tell me, my warriors! Who is it that prevents us from having enough food, water, and enough females?" Tujin shouted.

"It's human!"

"Who wants to invade our land? Want us to bleed?"

"It's human!"

"Who prevents us from hunting wantonly in the mortal world and bringing destruction and killing to every inferior race that has invaded our living space?"

"It's human! It's human! It's human!"

"Humans are responsible for everything. Killing them all is their fault!" Turgeon looked at his army with satisfaction.

"Kill~kill~kill!" The orcs' shouts ignited the early spring air, and endless anger enveloped the entire army.

"Very good! I, Tujin, your Khan, will stand side by side with you today to fight for the survival of our orcs, and for the freedom of our orcs. We will kill all these humans until we kill all the elves. Kill all the dwarves. In this process, we will bleed and die, but when our souls go to Father God’s kingdom, we can tell Father God that we are not ashamed of you, we are fighting for the freedom of the orcs. !”

"Now, let us unite and fight for the kingdom of the orcs, for the ancestors who were killed by the elves, the Netherese, the Cormyrs, and the dwarves, for our race, for the Horde Fight for the suffering of our ancestors, and fight for our descendants to be able to hunt freely in the country and enjoy our freedom!”

"Orcs will always stand! Orcs will never be slaves!"

Turgeon stretched his fist into the sky, and the orc war drum made of mammoth skin beat. Amidst the desolate horns, the orc army came out of the city to form an array.

The war is coming.

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