Most of these retired and laid-off soldiers have no background or identity, or they have offended their superiors and were squeezed out by newcomers.
They have received certain military training, and with a little training, they can quickly integrate into the military career.
With the salary offered by Blackthorn Security Company, these people who are struggling to make ends meet have no choice.
The person in charge of commanding them is Standing, the great magician that Curry poached from the Magic Legion Retired Officers Club. He is not outstanding in strength and talent, but is extremely good at training soldiers.
Standing does not have high requirements for salary and remuneration. He only requires that he can go to the Magic Tower to practice for three days every month. If he encounters problems in practice, Amuro can personally explain them to him.
This is also the tragedy of most wild magicians. Their teachers are not very strong to begin with. At best, they can only guide them to get started. If they want to go further, they can only rely on themselves.
Standing is the commander-in-chief of the six posts on the Dortmund Highway.
Looking at the retreating rebel troops, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Although the six outposts had geographical advantages, their actual number was only 1,200. In a real fight, he was not completely sure that they would be able to block the rebel army's attack of 5,000 troops.
"Report to the academy immediately!"
Standing didn't know that the college had just defeated 10,000 elite rebels, and he was a little worried about the situation at the college.
As for Chester, he is not worried at all. The police force alone has tens of thousands, and the law enforcement forces of various departments combined also have tens of thousands, not to mention the 10,000 professional army. As early as a few months ago, this force
The army has already begun to equip rifles.
If the rebel army does not have a scale of 100,000, attacking Chester will undoubtedly be a pipe dream.
When Loanglin arrived at Chester, the rebel army had already broken out into the first wave of conflict with the Chester defenders. Without a numerical advantage, the first wave of attacks was unexpectedly terrifying.
Yes, it was terrifying. Both sides actually used line infantry to fire a wave of volleys of gunfire. The two sides were two hundred meters apart. Just the first wave of shooting killed most of the rebels.
A quarter of the soldiers of the Chester Army fell. In this second, the performance gap of the rifles was widened and the soldiers' training was stretched to the limit.
Obviously, although they have been equipped with rifles, both sides still have not mastered the relevant tactics of rifles, and can only evolve them bit by bit from actual combat.
If the church or the federal army can transfer officers from the front line to fight with the outer continent, it will be a different situation.
This method of warfare was too depressing. The rebels only fired a wave of gunfire and never stood up again. Both sides lay on the ground and fired randomly. Finally, they dug trenches and advanced to break the deadlock.
The war only lasted three days, before Loanglin issued an order to retreat. The war suffered successive setbacks and morale was low. If the war continued, there would probably be deserters.
Aslan listened to the report and shook his head helplessly. The central countries have been at peace for a long time. This situation in the early stage is also expected. If you want to expand the scale, you must cripple one party, otherwise who will
Nor will they display their due ferocity on the battlefield.
Aslan decided to lead three thousand police elites to raid the rebel camp overnight. This time he only informed Bishop Ella and Garcia.
Late at night, Nomiri and Artoria, who had been notified of the sneak attack, had already rushed back to join the battle.
After many years, Aslan once again set foot on the battlefield in person.
Three thousand elites followed Aslan and hurried away quickly. Aslan cast a large-scale auxiliary magic for them, inspiring and energetic them, so that they did not feel tired even after marching all night. At the end of the team, they were still pulling four 120mm mortars.
gun.
Aslan is ready to take this fight to become famous.
At two o'clock in the morning, the troops led by Aslan had arrived one kilometer outside the rebel camp.
"How to attack?" Nomeli asked with no interest.
After Aslan gestured towards the camp, he asked the artillery battalion to get into position quickly.
The so-called artillery battalion only has four 120mm mortars.
Aslan explained: "Let the soldiers get into position, and the artillery will plow the rebel camp, forcing their mentor-level experts to come out, and kill as many as they can."
Sharon's beautiful eyes widened with a look of disbelief on her face.
"It's that simple!"
Aslan nodded and said with a smile: "If you are poor, you can use tactics to intersect, if you are rich, you can cover it with firepower."
"Four cannons don't count as rich!" Sharon muttered subconsciously.
Aslan pointed to the magic army that was already arrayed in neat formation behind them.
Sharon suddenly nodded and mourned for the rebels.
As Aslan waved his hand, the four mortars fired simultaneously.
The whistling sound of the artillery shells woke up many sleeping rebel soldiers. The violent explosion that followed made them wake up as if they were dreaming. The landing point of the artillery shells was a huge crater. There was no living person who could stand within several meters of the crater.
, leaving only stumps and broken arms on the ground.
Many rebel soldiers couldn't help holding their stomachs and vomited. Then they heard the roaring sound just now, which frightened them to death.
Luo Anglin looked at the falling artillery shells with a livid face. The number of artillery shells was not large, and the casualties were not as high as expected. However, the blow to the morale of the soldiers was real. After just a few waves of shelling, the rebels could start to have deserters.
"Why are you still standing there? Send mentor-level experts to take out the enemy's artillery."
Just as Luo Anglin finished his roar, a dozen mentor-level experts immediately flew towards Aslan's position.
While flying, the mentor-level experts suddenly entered an illusion. Before they could break free, electromagnetic bullets flew towards them, and the mentor-level experts kept falling from the sky like dumplings.
Arturia raised her sword and charged forward. After killing four mentors with three swords, the eleven mentors who came to destroy the artillery position all fell. A blue light shot out, directly destroying the illusion magic arranged by Nomi.
It was destroyed, revealing Artoria standing on the corpse.
"How is this going?"
Luo Anglin looked at the scene in front of him with a look of disbelief, and his body trembled slightly.
Eleven more mentor-level experts have fallen. Counting the fourteen who disappeared when they went to the Amuro Magic Tower, the rebel army of the Principality of Cheer has lost more than twenty mentor-level experts before the war officially started. This makes
How will he fight the next war?
No, there is no need to fight, the Pope will definitely send a new high priest to take his place.
That ray of blue light came from the very top of the battlefield. The person confronting St. Paul was none other than the great mentor of the Creation Pope, the high priest St. John.
"Alas, it seems that when it comes to the strength of mentor-level experts, we, Chester, are even better!"
St. Paul sneered.
"Very good, I remember that Amuro."
St. John responded coldly, his eyes fixed on Aslan who appeared in the Dortmund army behind the rebel army.