"But look at it now! What is left here! Look at the ruined houses! Look at the corpses of our relatives and friends, look at the charred land! Look at the crops that have long been barren! Brothers, do you see! Our home is bleeding, our land is bleeding, our mother is bleeding! Without our family, without our land, without our home, what else do we have? We have nothing!" said Fan Ming generously.

By this time the eyes of the soldiers were already full of tears, and then they thought of their miserable situation, of their home.

"Friends, who is causing us this! It is the damned lords! It is their cowardice, their selfishness, their greed and meanness, and now our nation, the great Rhodok, is going to be the slave of others!

"Unwilling, unwilling," the soldiers' voices resounded through the sky.

"So what are we going to do!"

"Get rid of the vile aristocracy!

Fan Ming drew his sword, pointed to the sky and said loudly: "Warriors, since you are not reconciled, then let us unite more Rhodoks! Under the leadership of my Saint Fan Ming, swear to the dead ancestors!"

With Fan Ming's movements, the guards also pulled out their swords, and the infected soldiers also raised their weapons and swore with Fan Ming.

"I! St. Vanmin swears that I will bravely take up arms and swear in this life to drive the evil lords out of Rhodok! to establish a free kingdom of Rhodok! ”

The soldiers swore loudly along with Fan Ming, and the sound of brushing made the earth tremble.

"Brothers. Let our enemies see today, who says we can't win without knights! From now on, every one of you will be a knight of Rhodok. Warriors, let them see the souls of our knights, warriors, fight, for freedom!"

"For freedom, for freedom, we will fight, we will fight! Long live the Freikorps!" the soldiers tapped their weapons against their bodies or armor, a way of exhilarating the Freikorps. Savage, but powerful.

Fan Ming's encouragement made the soldiers excited, in fact, in the training in peacetime, they had already made them desperate for a battle, and now was the time for them to vent.

"Free kingdom of Rhodok, knight's soul!" one of the pikemen looked up to the sky excitedly. It's like longing for something.

"Hey, Karl, what an exhilaration! St. Vanmin is a grace from the Lord!" another soldier leaned over him and said to him with a face full of excitement, "who says it isn't! Come on, brother! Don't disgrace the Rhodoks!" Karl said firmly, shaking his spear.

"Of course!haha! I'm not going to lose to you!"

The two encouraged each other in this way, they were among the 1,000 peasant soldiers brought by Resarit, and they were originally fellow villagers, because they no longer had families. So I joined the army. In the army, they were treated with respect and favorably, which made them very grateful to Fan Ming.

Now, Van Ming divided the pikemen into ten squads, each with a hundred people, with Karl being the leader of the first squad and Rogoth being the leader of the second squad.

Standing on the top of the mountain, forgetting the jubilant soldiers, Fan Ming said with emotion: "I smell blood!"

This pre-war speech. It was later called the 'Sail Speech' by later Kadia historians, because it started here. Fan Ming embarked on a voyage to conquer the continent.

"Lord Duke, are we really going to attack Aaron with these troops? there is the strongest wall in the whole of Rhodok!" a nobleman asked the Duke of Gothras, who was beside him, and his voice trembled not only from the bumpy mountain road but also from fear.

"Hmph, you cowards, if I hadn't been consumed by those hateful Svadians with my army of 10,000, I wouldn't have been able to use you. Duke Gothrass thought angrily in his heart, but he still pretended to be smiling on the surface: "Haha, my dear Lord Rimsk, look, before we get to Aaron, the royal family there is already scared out of the sea!

"Oh!haha! That's good! Then, it's up to the Duke to give me a lot of advice!" said the nobleman with a flattering face.

"Haha! Of course, as long as I succeed in ascending the throne, you will all be rewarded!" Duke Gothas was still smiling, but he had already planned in his heart, "When I become the king of Rhodok, you will wait to enjoy the glory and wealth with the rats in the dungeon!" The scout came to report.

"What? haha, a hundred people dare to provoke, let's go and see which one is the long!" said the duke, and came to the front, and at this time saw a pikemen of about a hundred people, forming a neat phalanx, standing majestically in front.

Behind the phalanx, there was a knight in silver armor and a brown horse, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt the majesty he exuded, and his temperament was dumb with the phalanx.

"What a knight in silver armor!" Duke Gothrus is also a veteran who has fought for many years, and when he looks at the temperament exuded by the opponent on the battlefield, he knows that he is not a simple character.

"Who are you!" get out of the way, I'm not interested in you!" Duke Gothas asked aloud, his voice full of disdain.

"What's the matter!

"What! Damn, give it to me, I'm going to slaughter that bastard with my own hands!" Gothras was enraged by Fan Ming's words (no way, the war in the West is just not as good as the East, and even the scolding array is inferior)

Hearing Gothrus's order, three thousand Rhodok sergeants rushed towards Fanming, and the three thousand men rushed together, and the sound shook the valley.

The soldiers of the spear phalanx did not be afraid when they looked at the black oppressive flow of people, but struck the earth with their spears to cheer themselves up, and the sound also resounded through the valley.

"Warriors, put down your spears!"

With Fan Ming's order, the pikemen leveled their spears, and in an instant, a solid wall of spears was formed, and the bright heads of the spears, like the scythe of death, were waiting to be filled with blood.

The sergeants began to hesitate when they saw such a formation, such an airtight spear formation, it would be a death if they collided!

Gothrus saw that the sergeants had stopped and shouted an order: "Attack!

Hearing that there were a thousand dinars, these soldiers, who wanted to get rich every day, rushed to the phalanx with red eyes.

The first wave of sergeants rushed in without a doubt being pierced into a sieve, and the sergeants behind rushed forward stepping on the corpses of their classmates.

A sergeant flew with a pickaxe to dodge the flat-ended spear and then attacked the soldier who was not protected by the spear, but unfortunately the pikemen in the second row spotted him, and in an instant, a spear pierced his stomach and lifted him in mid-air.

Since the pikemen's extra-long spears were six meters long, and the sergeants' pickaxes were only half a meter, it was a death to let the sergeants charge the pikemen.

Gradually, two or three hundred people had already died under the spears, and some of the spears still had some internal organs and intestines hanging on them, which was disgusting to watch.

At that moment, a sergeant cut off the spear, and then skillfully swung a pickaxe into the head of a pikeman, but then was pierced through the body by the spears from the barrels around him.

Seeing this sergeant's behavior, more and more sergeants learned from him, and gradually, more and more pikemen were cut off their spears, and they had to draw their short knives and fight hand-to-hand.

Although the pikemen practiced short-knife combat, they could not compare to the sergeants who specialized in hand-to-hand combat.

The sergeants who came closer showed their superior combat skills, and more and more pikemen were cut in half, with severed limbs and stumps, all over the ground.

Looking at the pikemen who were gradually declining, Fan Ming had to admire the bravery of the sergeants in battle and the proficiency of their combat skills.

"The front team becomes the rear team, retreat! I'll come to the back of the palace."

"Come on, grandsons, I've done a trick with your grandfather!" Fan Ming rode behind the retreating pikemen, and the Mo knife came out of its sheath, and as soon as the knife fell, a human head rose into the air.

For killing, Fan Ming already feels that it is commonplace, since the first time he killed the Swadiya in Rudi Village, and later he killed the Swadian knights in the valley, this qiē is only because of the growth after experiencing that painful grief.

The Mo knife swung left and right, and the heads of people kept falling to the ground, and blood spurted out of the headless corpse like a fountain, splashing on the war horse, dyeing the white scale armor on the war horse into blood red.

A sergeant wanted to cut off the unprotected hooves from the back of the horse, and when Fan Ming found out, he secretly said that it was not good, who knows, the war horse actually raised its hind hooves with a unique spirit and kicked the person who attacked him to vomit blood.

"That's good!" Fan Ming shouted happily, and he didn't stop waving his Mo knife. Turning around and stabbing him, he took three lives.

Gradually, a circle of corpses had fallen around Fan Ming, and the sergeants did not dare to go any further, Fan Ming's ferocity had left a dark shadow in their hearts, and they might have nightmares when they slept at night.

"Haha, grandchildren, come after your grandfather again!" Fan Ming looked back at the pikemen who had run away, and then made a defiant remark to the sergeants, and then walked away.

"Look at what! If you don't hurry up and chase him today, you must not let him go!!" The Duke of Gothrass was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he pulled his horse and chased after him. When the sergeants saw that the leader was chasing, they had no choice but to chase after them.

Van Ming had already withdrawn into the valley with pikemen, followed by the Duke of Gothras, with the remaining 2,700 or so soldiers.

Just chased and fled, and had run out for nearly a kilometer.

Finally, in a narrow area of the valley, Fan Ming stopped, and the Duke of Gothras also caught up, seeing Fan Ming stop, thinking that he had no strength, he laughed loudly: "Haha! Why! The boy can't run? Then wait for death! The soldiers are waiting for you with a reward! Kill me!"

When Fan Ming saw Gothras, who was still in the dark, he couldn't help but say disdainfully: "Ha ignorant people" (to be continued......