Time is like a mad dog, chasing and biting behind Thunder's butt.

Although the term of the conscription order is still ten days away, Thunder still feels that it is not enough.

This time, it's not like before, it's on the real battlefield.

Only those who have fought a war will understand the cruelty of the battlefield!

It took a full four days to burn the scroll, squandering all the blood of the monsters I had collected before, and half of the space bag was filled with scrolls of each system and level.

Then there is the magic arrow of the archer Gina. This thing must be made by the leader himself, one by one, and it cannot be done with sloppy.

After Thunder received approval from the city lord that day, he ran to the Wild Hammer Star to find the blacksmith Xinta, bought a batch of materials with good enchantment ability and asked him to work overtime with his apprentice to create a batch of special arrows.

After burning the magic scroll, these arrows happened to be freshly released.

Then Thunder devoted all his energy to carving magic arrows. Doing such a thing is even more painful than burning a scroll.

Gina was very moved. She was taking the initiative to take care of the team leader these days.

However, as an excellent archer, he does not have a suitable bow and arrow, which is really unreasonable.

It is said that the handsome and pretty elves are good at making bows and arrows, but this is just a legend. Ninety-nine percent of humans on the Atlans continent have never seen elves, and it is even more impossible for the Lightning Hammer to find this race to make bows and arrows.

As a last resort, I had to buy a bow of good quality in Faer City.

This is the case, and it also cost two thousand gold coins!

The bowstring is a cracked cow tendon, which is extremely elastic. It can shoot arrows at a distance of 200 meters in a full bow state. Gina is a girl, but her arm strength is not weak and she cannot pull the full string. She can only shoot more than 100 meters.

This is enough. At this distance, coupled with the power of magic arrows, Gina transforms into a magician who can move at will during battle.

This time when he was called, Thunder took everyone with him, and even Matthew didn't let him go.

The old man Laurent knew that Tifa was going to the battlefield, and he told her to be safe with tears. Then he turned fierce and came to Thunder to warn him that if Tifa had an accident or had two or two shorts, he would treat Thunder.

On the day of departure, Matthew and Lin said goodbye with tears in their eyes. The alchemist did not care about the presence of others. He hugged his beautiful wife and kissed her deeply. After the two of them let go, the corners of their mouths were filled with mucus...

Thunder rolled onto the horse's back, looked at the West, and said in a deep voice: "Set out!"

Principal Laurent patted Tifa's little head, wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Be careful, if you have something to do, hide behind the Thunder."

"It's okay, wait for news of our victory." The little girl put her little hand on Thunder's big hand, leveraged her force slightly, and turned to Thunder.

Ten horses and a leopard galloped away, and Matthew was singing a love song loudly on the horse's back. Lin chased after him for a long distance, and tears fell all over the floor.

If you have to travel from Faer to Zul, it will take at least six or seven days, which is not a gap to rest.

Thunder estimated that everyone would reach Zur Province in ten days.

The one on his chest was a recruitment order issued by the city lord, which contained the names of all the members of the Lightning Hammer. When this thing came there, it was for verifying the identity of the garrison generals.

Along the way, I met many people who were rushing to the road. The direction was also Zur Province. At first glance, these people were militiamen who had not undergone strict training. Some even carried hoes and other farm tools, and their formation was very scattered. Some rode horses, while others ran away barefoot.

These should be people drawn from all over the country to support the Western Front.

Thunder sighed. Not every lord is like himself, and has the opportunity and strength to allow his mercenary group to replace the militia to accept the recruitment.

If it weren't for the lightning hammer as a backing this time, Thunder could imagine that he would have taken the militias in the territory like these people.

What role can farmers who only know how to farm when they arrive on the battlefield?

"Their lord is so stingy!" Ruowa muttered himself.

"What's wrong?" Thunder looked at Shadow Priest with a funny look. "Look at these people, many of them are carrying farm tools. Don't their lords know to configure some weapons for them? There are also armor and other things. If they go to the battlefield like this, they will definitely die the fastest."

Thunder shook his head and said nothing.

Take your conscription order as an example. If you really bring a thousand people to support, these thousand people will have a thousand weapons and a thousand sets of armor...

This is a huge number! At least, if Thunder did not have the things that they took the risk, it would be impossible to have funds to allocate a thousand people to fully equip the land.

These militiamen who ran over looked unhappy. No one wanted to go to the battlefield, but what would they do if they were unhappy? Defending the country is the responsibility of everyone.

Ten days later, Lei Ting and others finally arrived in Zur Province.

There is no longer green everywhere here, with strong winds and a lot of dust, which should be because of the close proximity to the desert.

The entire province seems to be composed of earthy yellow as the main tone. No matter where Thunder and others go, they are all yellow and colorful.

There are few trees and plants, and the air is very turbid.

After another day of journey, Thunder led everyone to the westernmost front of Zul Province: Farak City.

He took out a conscript order and asked the soldiers guarding the city gate to let go. After entering, everyone was stunned by what they saw.

There were wailing sounds, and the city corridors were covered with wounded soldiers, wrapped in bandages, and blood was still oozing out of the bandages.

Some of the buildings in the city are still filled with blue smoke, and there are ruins everywhere, in a mess.

From time to time, one or two teams of soldiers ran past, carrying their injured companions on the stretcher and rushed to treat them.

Although the Western Front had already been expected to be tight, Thunder did not expect that this would be the case.

From the dilapidation of the entire city, it can be seen that desert robbers should have attacked this city within five days. Otherwise, Farak City would not be like this.

"Everyone, are you here to support the mercenaries on the front line?" While observing, a man's voice came from the side. Lei Ting turned his head and saw a person hanging under his neck hanging under his neck with a bandage on his arm. There were three blood-red bird feathers inserted in the man's helmet, which was the color of human blood.

Thunder knew that this should be an officer. Only those who have made military achievements are qualified to insert bird feathers stained with enemy blood on their helmets.

He signaled everyone to stop. Thunder turned over and dismounted and nodded to the man: "Hello, we are not mercenaries supporting the front line. We are soldiers who are receiving the conscription order."

"Oh?" The man was obviously surprised, turned his head and looked behind Thunder, and then asked in confusion: "May I ask about your title?"

"Vissue! Viscount Thunder!"

"Where is your troops?"

"It's all here." Lei Ting circled around with his hands.

The man blinked his eyes twice and became even more confused.

"Are you?" Thunder asked back.

"I am Gasotu, the general guarding the city, and I am here to welcome the troops coming to support here at the order of the city lord." Gasotu smiled bitterly, raised his injured arm and said, "I should have charged on the battlefield, but you should have seen it. I was injured, so the city lord arranged for me to do this."

"So that's it." Lei Ting nodded. There was a fearless look in this person's eyes. He should be a fierce general when charging on the battlefield.

"But... Lord Viscount please forgive my doubts. According to your title, your army should have at least one thousand people, why is it only..."

"This is the conscription order issued by my city lord." Thunder took out the things issued by Silomon from his chest and handed them over.

It is clearly written on it that Viscount Thunder has a group of strong regiment members and can completely replace the thousand militias to accept the recruitment.

Gasotu glanced at it, raised his head differently, and handed the conscription order back to Thunder: "So that's it. Please come with me. I will arrange your accommodation and dining place."

"Can you go and see the city lord now?" Thunder turned his head and looked at the miserable state of Farak City and asked.

Gasotu smiled bitterly: "The Lord of the City is afraid there is no time now. If you need it, I can convey it on my behalf. See when it will be convenient for the Lord." After a pause, Gasotu continued: "Because there are many people who have come to support the land these days. So the Lord of the City wants to arrange time to meet you, so it won't be too wasteful of time."

What people said was very clear. The city lord didn't take the Viscount seriously yet.

"Why is this happening in Farac City?" Maria couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Did the desert robbers break into this place?"

Gasotu looked up at Maria and smiled bitterly: "As you said, the beautiful girl, the desert robber did attack here four days ago."

"What?" Not only the girls were surprised, but even Thunder was shocked.

A city was easily captured?

"What happened later? Did Ceylon soldiers drive them out?"

Gasotu shook his head, "They retreated themselves. Although we have made great contributions to our tenacious resistance, most of the reasons are they retreated themselves."

"Why did he retreat?" Thunder was extremely confused.

"You don't know these small and mean humans yet." Gasotu and Thunder walked side by side and explained: "They will only rob our wealth... and women, they will not want the city."

"Because once they occupy this city, they will definitely be hit with a crazier counterattack! For the sparsely populated desert robbers, this kind of thing is not what they want to see." Carlos interrupted from the side.

Gasotu glanced at Lao Ka unexpectedly and nodded, "That's right. Their cavalry acted quickly, and their best suit was to raid rather than to defend! A city did not have much effect on them. Only in the desert can they fully exert their combat power. So if they snatch things and women, they would run back to the desert to be free and easy, rather than occupying the place."

"So despicable, so disgusting!" Sisi said angrily, "just like a mouse."

"When you truly see the desert robbers, you will think that this evaluation is still too kind." Gasotu said to Sisi.

"In general, these short humans have regarded us as a breeding ground for nourishing them for many years. Over the past countless years, desert robbers have often attacked cities and villages on the border. We have also organized many encirclements and suppression, but there has not been much results. And this time... the Grand Duke must have made up his mind to completely wipe them out, so he recruited troops from all over the country."

"Those militias alone are not responsible." Lei Ting remembered the people who met on the road, who were unorganized, disciplined, and had no combat effectiveness, how could he fight the desert robbers in the desert in the desert?

Gasotu just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

This expression was seen by Thunder. Thunder guessed... the grand duke should still have a backup plan. He could not put all his hopes on the militia. Everyone knows that the temporary recruitment of militias will not play much role.

"Everyone, this is your residence. It's a little bit simple, please bear it. Because you are soldiers who are recruited, all the food will be the same as others. If it is a mercenary group, all the matters must be solved by themselves." Gasotu stopped and pointed to a huge square in front of him.

Everyone was stunned.

The square was densely packed with heads, which can be seen from here. These people should be troops recruited from all over the country, and hundreds or thousands of people gathered together to form a group.

The militiamen opened their arms without any scruples and clasped their feet.

When Lei Ting and others came over, it was time for dinner.

Huge wooden barrels were carried to the square, full of black and sticky food, emitting boiling heat.
To be continued...