flstandardbreds Chapter 147 Mercenary Leaders
Chapter 147 Mercenary Leaders
On the way to Wendam, the native army marched eastward, talking and laughing.
The indigenous army encountered almost no resistance along the way. The lords who passed through the territories either hid in the castle and refused to come out, or had already fled elsewhere. The indigenous army, which had no siege weapons, could only let go of those castles and turn to attack those villages that had no defenses.
After they had burned, killed and looted the village, they set it on fire and left with the looted spoils, laughing. To them, the Mitra people had oppressed them for so many years and now all this was the retribution they deserved. Those villages were the spoils left by the gods for them to squander.
In a carriage made of logs pulled by dozens of horses, the Son of God was discussing plans to attack Wendam with the chiefs.
"Based on the current marching speed, assuming we don't encounter any resistance along the way, the army will reach Windam in about a week. Fortunately, there are a large number of villages along the way for us to plunder, otherwise we will not be able to advance such a long distance." A chief held a map seized from the Midlan people and explained their current situation to the Son of God and other chiefs.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door outside the carriage. A chieftain opened the door. An indigenous cavalryman was riding parallel to the door. The indigenous man sitting behind the horse jumped up and jumped into the carriage. He knelt on one knee to the Son of God and said:
"Sir, there are Mitlan troops stationed on the hill ahead. It is estimated that the legion will engage in battle with the Mitlan people in an hour."
"I didn't expect that there are still Midlan troops who dare to stop us." A chief sighed. Although he did not believe that his tribe could defeat the Midlan people before, the continuous victories made him extremely confident that the empire could be revived under the leadership of the Son of God.
"Could this be a trap? The people of Midland have been avoiding us in the past, so why are they facing us head-on now?" another chief said worriedly.
"Why should we be afraid of him? We have defeated so many Midlans along the way. We are not afraid of any of them. With these troops and the leadership of the Son of God, we are invincible!"
On the hill, the commander of the Western Legion looked through a telescope at the mighty indigenous army coming towards them and felt a little scared. But when he looked at the mercenary army next to him that he had recruited at great expense, he felt a little more at ease.
A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The commander of the Western Legion did not bet all his money on Blackwatch. Instead, he also recruited some other mercenary groups. In this way, he recruited about 10,000 mercenaries by piecing together all the information.
"Hey, Commander, you are still worried." At this time, Charlie walked up to the commander and said to him. Before this, Charlie led his men to explore the area and set up chevaux de frise around the position to prevent the native cavalry from suddenly attacking from the side.
"Yes, after all, their number is still more than ours, and they have that unreasonable weapon... Oh, by the way, you haven't met the other mercenary leaders yet. Although your mercenary group occupies the majority in this war, we still need your cooperation for the next mission." The legion commander finished expressing his concerns. Perhaps he knew that his words might affect morale, so he took the initiative to take Charlie to communicate with other mercenary leaders.
Inside the tent, leaders of various mercenary groups gathered together to talk. Maybe they were enemies in the previous battlefield, but now they were comrades after being hired by the same employer. They could not let personal grudges lead to mission failure, which would result in no commission at best, and the whole army being wiped out at worst.
When the Legion Commander and Charlie walked into the tent, all eyes were on the two of them. Most of the mercenary leaders were puzzled, and only a few smart people knew the reason. Although Black Watch was a mercenary group, its funds and manpower were provided by John. Having a count as a backer was already more than all the mercenary groups present.
"Let me introduce to you all. This is Charlie, the leader of the Black Watch Mercenary Group and the main force of this battle. I'm sure you all have heard of his name." The legion commander introduced to the mercenary leaders.
"It turns out to be Captain Charlie. After he emerged from the Black Watch Mercenary Group a few years ago, he has been widely praised by dignitaries. After meeting him today, I find that he is indeed extraordinary." One of them, who was wearing full body armor but was as thin as a stick, stood up and complimented.
"This is Manudino. He is one of the few mercenary leaders in the Midlan Mercenary Group who has a large number of cavalry. In this war, he is mainly responsible for containing the enemy's cavalry and pursuing the enemy."
Next, the legion commander introduced several famous mercenary leaders to Charlie, and Charlie silently memorized their names. After all, they would be future competitors, so it was better to be careful.
After the introduction, the legion commander and the mercenary leaders introduced the plan for this war:
"According to the scouts' report, the number of natives on the opposite side is about 50,000 to 60,000. Most of them are melee infantry, with a small number of archers and some cavalry. There are no large weapons such as catapults and artillery."
"For this battle, I think since we are not at an advantage, we should focus on defense, consume the opponent's troops through continuous long-range attacks, use the terrain advantage to use spearmen to block the attack of the native soldiers, and use cavalry to harass the opponent's long-range and contain the native cavalry. Finally, after the enemy is defeated, the entire army will attack and drive the natives back into the forest!" The legion commander looked at the map on the table. After the mercenary leaders had no objection, the legion commander dissolved the meeting and asked everyone to go back and prepare for tomorrow's war.
Charlie had nothing to do at the moment, because he had explained everything he needed to explain and done everything he needed to do, so with his free time he planned to go to the bases of various mercenary groups to observe.
The Blackwatch mercenary group's base is separate from other mercenary groups. Unlike the neat and clean Blackwatch base, the bases of other mercenary groups are dirty and smelly, with bustling crowds everywhere and garbage and drunken mercenaries on both sides.
In addition to mercenaries, the entire mercenary base also has their relatives. Unlike Blackwatch where the families of the soldiers are settled in the territory, many of these mercenaries wander around with their families, wives and children. From time to time, you can see children and women holding weapons. It is obvious that these mercenary leaders also count the elderly, the weak, women and children as soldiers.
"Can such a mercenary group really win a battle?" Charlie wondered doubtfully.
On the other side of the camp, a burly yellow-haired mercenary leader walked into his tent. Seeing his wife playing with a black-haired baby, he couldn't help but said to her in confusion:
"Sissi, do you like this child of unknown origin so much?"
He and the other mercenaries thought it was a dead baby. However, Sissi had just had a miscarriage three days ago. She saw the baby and ran over to hold it. It turned out that the baby had survived in such harsh conditions. Seeing that his wife liked the baby so much, the leader kept the baby despite the mercenaries' objections.
"Gambino, I really like Gus. I feel that this child is really a gift from God to me." Siss heard what Gambino said, but still murmured to herself as she looked at the child named Gus. In her arms, Gus had fallen asleep quietly, his whole body wrapped in a piece of cloth, leaving only his round face that rose and fell.
"Okay, okay, I'm not going to chase him away. Just stay here and recuperate. I'll be very busy these days, so I won't have time to come back to take care of you. You must be careful." Gambino couldn't help feeling a little relieved as he watched his wife gradually recover.
However, the tree full of corpses and the bad luck it brought to the place took root in Gambino's heart.