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Captain Vladimir Yakovlevich Sorokin was sitting upright in the room that had once been the village chief's living room, the best and cleanest room in the village, and the only intact room had naturally become the captain's living room.

Unlike his subordinates, who were keen to chase and overwhelm women, Lord Sorokin, after enjoying a virgin, the 14-year-old daughter of the village chief, was content to leave the glazed girl to his subordinates with green eyes, and then rested, not at all interested in participating in the killing and plundering procession.

[Only smart people who can control their desires and impulses can climb higher.] 】

Sorokin, who was well versed in this, strictly controlled his actions, won the favor of every superior with one merit after another and constantly offered the best war gifts, and at the age of 35 he was promoted to centurion, and two years later he was summoned by the joint council of tribal elders, collectively known as the [Duma], and was promoted to commander of a thousand men, under the command of four cavalry hundreds, responsible for sabotage activities in Lapland.

"Your Tsar and the Horde need you!"

The encouragement of the Supreme Elder of the Joint Council, Sergei Vladimirovich Witt, with a hint of threatening warning, seemed to be replaying in his ears, draped in a blanket, like the eyes of the supreme elder of a white-haired old tree radiating a feverish light.

Sorokin, who had hacked and bitten many of his opponents to death, still couldn't forget the forced gaze of the knife against his throat, and after understanding how tempting that encouragement was and how terrible the warning was, his stiff neck shook up and down like a marionette, and after walking out of the meeting tent, he had become the commander of the cavalry unit [Scavengers] disguised as bandits.

Despite the little horror and unhappiness in the process, Sorokin was quite satisfied with wearing the plumage's feathered dogskin hat.

At first glance, the guy who doesn't know the inside story will think that the 4 centurions and the dogskin hat of the commander don't match much, Sorokin himself knows very well that the shrewd elders will never make a mistake in arithmetic, and the real highlight in the appointment is not the dogskin hat and the number of subordinates, but the [Cavalry Commander] and [Covert Sabotage Mission].

It is an unwritten rule in the orc army that the cavalry commander is one level higher than the infantry commander. Elves, dwarves, and gnomes are either not armed or can't afford to raise cavalry troops, so there is no such rule). It's not on par with a shaman who can use magic, but it's also a good position that makes money and has room for further development.

The [Covert Sabotage Mission] also satisfied Sorokin's appetite. The orc army is not a professional army that is uniformly subordinate to the royal family or the state, they are relatively close to the [primitive tribal army complex] like the zài, there is no unified financial income distribution management, and military salaries come and go. The heavy burden of raising an army is entirely dependent on the wealth created by human beings.

Where do the gold coins come from?

Grab it in the pocket!

Where does the food come from?

The human barn has been taken!

Where does the cloth come from?

Humans bring it at home!

-- To put it bluntly, this army is a group of people who rely on robbery and plunder to gain benefits and maintain military discipline. A collection of ruffians and bandits that are slightly better equipped than the intelligent species outside of humans.

The work of [Scavenging Crow] is not much different from the daily behavior and habits of the orc army mentioned above, the difference is that the task of this special cavalry is not the logistics work of [on-the-spot] in the past, but a military operation with the goal of spreading terror and destroying the logistics system and social stability of the human camp.

disturb the rear of humanity;

Attacking convoys transporting food and ordnance to the border zone;

burning villages and crops that cannot be taken away;

Kill every human in the village and plunge humanity into terror.

-- There are many differences between this method of warfare and simple looting and burning.

The aim is to spread terror as much as possible across Lapland, so that humanity is constantly suspicious that they will be attacked at no known time or from where. The peasants had no intention of producing and cultivating, the officials were restless, and the convoys were worried. In order to ensure the smooth transportation routes and the harvest of the territories under the rear administration, the tax revenue (the top priority) and the safety of the common people (incidentally). Noble private soldiers, mercenaries, and Charlemagne's armies were dispatched one after another, and at one time they also sent troops from the border to encircle and suppress the elusive [scavenging crow], which virtually formed a force containment of Lapland and Charlemagne, so that the defense forces on the border of the United Duchy of Lapland and Rus were not only unable to get more reinforcements, but even weakened in order to stabilize the rear. The orc armies were able to continue to frequently cross the border to kill people and loot villages......

Increasing troops on the border -- Emptiness in the rear -- Rebellion by [scavenging crows] -- Deployment of troops to encircle and suppress -- Increased transportation costs and inability to effectively defend the border -- Orcs crossing the border to plunder -- Troops moving closer to the border -- Empty rear again......

In a vicious circle, several cavalry teams such as the [Scavengers] in Lapland and the orc army on the frontal battlefield cooperate with each other, like a large saws for logging, weakening Lapland back and forth. The elders of the Joint Council of Tribal Elders of the United Principality of Rus' single-handedly designed a dung pit filled with and urine, and Lapland unfortunately fell into it, and now it has been drowned to the waist position, and anyone can see that if this kind of battle continues, the snow country in the north will be drowned sooner or later, and it is difficult to say whether Charlemagne, who was grabbed by the ankle by his allies, will fall.

The human army has set up several elaborate ambushes in an attempt to eliminate the wolf-like scavenging Crows. But they didn't get any results at all, and the time and time again they couldn't help but wonder if the other party had a powerful soothsayer accompanying them, and after predicting the actions of the self-army, they guided the [Scavenger Crow] to avoid hunting.

There are no scavenging crows in the palace who cheat and cheat, and the reason why they can accurately know the movements of the human army is very simple.

Anytime, anywhere. Among the pagans of mankind, there are still [wise people] who are zài. For their own benefit or for some other ulterior reason, they listened to the hadith of the Mafa Orthodox Church year after year, patiently waited and cooperated with the Rus' Duchy in the east to come to the west [land under the sun].

"Master Qianfu, that kid's convoy will arrive in front of you in a few days. Please, get rid of this bastard who interferes with our business, please. ”

"Oh, Mr. President, you are too polite, helping my friend solve trouble is what I should do, it's just a trivial matter. ”

Sorokin spoke with a merchant who did not match his status in a kiss that shimmered with a brilliant luster, and the voice of a slightly distorted middle-aged man flowed from the trembling gem.

"Siegfried Otto Lelin is just a stinking child, and the guards around him are hairless bastards, but this group still has two brushes. We've tried to get rid of this obnoxious kid more than once, and all the killers we've sent out have turned into dead people and sent back. Our property has suffered enormous losses under his successive vile attacks, and now the only thing we can count on is our partner's Elder Thousand. ”

The owner of the Lumière carriage transport house mixed with water had a few thorns in his words that made Sorokin uncomfortable, and the commander who pretended not to hear it slightly hung the corners of his eyes.

The depth and depth of the commander are not so much that they are provoked by a small businessman, and the polite tone that is no different from before replied to his collaborator: ...,

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. President, and please take it easy. We'll treat that naughty bad boy well, and I have a few of my subordinates who like children very much, both in bed and in their mouths, and they feel good. ”

“...... Yes, is that so, for you? ”

The merchant lowered his tone considerably, and seemed to see something that made him feel unwell.

"Also, Mr. President is very clear. Continuous combat has caused us a lot of loss of weapons, and we urgently need to replace them. Mr. Pinault of the Iron & Steel Firm is listening, right? I wonder when the additional weapons will be in place? Ah, I don't mean to press it, but whether this business can be done well depends a lot on your friendship with us, right?"

"Stuff will be delivered to you soon, ...... price"

"We're friends. ”

The orc commander of the bear clan lengthened his voice, pulled out the dirt between his claws, and very sincerely stared at the gem that was choked to the point of speechlessness, and said in a friendly and cordial manner:

"It's a natural thing for friends to help each other, and it's too hurtful and uninteresting to talk about money or something. ”

“...... That's, that's. Those are gifts as a witness to friendship, not to talk about money, not to talk about money. ”

"President Lumière, you are a good friend of our orcs—very, very good friend. ”

"Yes...... Yes, we are good friends. Hehehe......"

"Alright, old friend, wait for our good news. ”

Commander Sorokin cut off the merchant's dry smile and said goodbye with a sneer.

"I'll do it, don't worry. ”

The thick fingers snapped their fingers, the magic gems that were used in common no longer emitted light, and the deep, cold inorganic crystals reflected a contemptuous smile that was no longer gentle and kind.

"A bunch of pig brains, even a child can't handle it. ”

Spat his phlegm contemptuously, and the bear's face looked disgusted with wanting to rinse his mouth.

It is true that without this group of big merchants to provide food and supplies, as well as to provide route guidance for their raids and evacuations in Lapland, the [Scavengers] would not only be deaf and blind in difficulty, but would have fallen into a desperate situation without food and supplies in a few days, and finally be surrounded and exterminated by human armies. Benefiting from the nature of businessmen who have no concept of the state and have no problem doing anything as long as they can make money, Commander Sorokin and his subordinates live a very nourishing life and have made a lot of achievements.

But in his heart, Sorokin could not accept this kind of behavior of selling anything for the sake of profit, and not sparing the enemy to prolong the war in order to maximize profits.

For a few gold coins, when a foreign invading army called, not only did not resist, but happily hugged the invader's thighs with a handful of snot and tears, crying and shouting that he was willing to lead the way to slaughter and loot his own compatriots -- who could believe such an animal of interest? Who would dare to believe that it would not be himself who would be betrayed next time?

The commander understood what the merchants were doing, but he harbored deep anger, disgust, and ...... Scorn.

[Friend]: Just these garbage bastards who stab their own people in the back?

They are only worthy of being slaves, enjoying the same status as domestic animals. Prostitutes and thieves are more disciplined than this group of mongrels, and the dogs who take care of the homes don't know how many streets to get rid of the miscellaneous people.

"It's still worth the villains. We're still best friends with the gentlemen of the Chamber of Commerce, you know?"

Spit out the admonition disapprovingly, and the three centurions, whose minds were not much different from those of the chief, nodded their heads vigorously, and the slightly upward arc of the corners of their mouths was particularly dazzling.

"Let the soldiers hurry up and rest, and we will set off as soon as [the gift] arrives. Belenko centurion, pick a few brains from your men, scouts who can scout in the southwest direction, and find carriages with winged imprints, don't alarm the target, don't shoot arrows, come back quietly, your, understand?",

Belenko bowed and went out to pick scouts, and the shrill roar coming from outside the door, completely ignoring the chickens and dogs outside, the last curses and cries of the women, the three remaining orcs in the room were calculating an important math problem - how much oil and water could a V.E company convoy fish?

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"Move fast, boys, keep going!"

Ensign Schroeder brandished an infantry shovel and shouted, and the perimeter of the already boiling caravan circle was constantly renovated with the efforts of the second lieutenant. The young platoon commander, who usually has a somewhat rigid face, is now directly turned into steel by a large amount of adrenaline secreted. When encountering a foolish soldier who is slow to react or move a little slowly, he doesn't bother to say hello, and just slapped it over.

In the bushes were 35 carriages connected end to end to form the core ring of the entire position, and the periphery became a busy construction site. Riflemen, grenadiers, snipers, machine guns, and mortars were all transferred to sappers and built civil fortifications. Zigzag trenches, communication trenches, individual bunkers, machine-gun positions, side-fire fire, artillery positions, and serpentine barbed wire fences are being erected on the perimeter......

Many of the elven boys were hunters or farmers before joining the army, and after undergoing hellish intensive military training, they have a full understanding of how to properly repair the surface of the ground and build strong civil fortifications. In addition, there was plenty of wood to use in the trees behind them, and the arc-shaped defensive position that semi-surrounded the core position of the convoy was formed in an orderly manner.

There were about 150 elves accompanying Li Lin on his trip, and with the efforts of so many elves wielding sweat and body, it took most of the day to complete the preparation work. After lunch, the weapons hidden in the carriage were distributed, and according to the habits cultivated in the military academy, the rookies who had not long since stepped out of the school began to carefully maintain and inspect their weapons.

"When are those hairy mongrels coming?"

Groyne unscrewed the screw cap at the bottom of the wooden handle, took out the pull tab, and stacked the grenade in his hand on the edge of the trench, and looked at the empty plain and not far away at the camouflage comrades who were covering the big guys, and the grenadiers chattered excitedly.

"Fourth, William, fourth. Even if you ask the fifth or sixth time, the answer is still [go ask the long-haired mongrel]. ”

The first class non-commissioned officer of Conig fiddled with the 4x range scope, and after making sure that the focal length was correctly deviated, the sniper covered the front and back sections of the black cylinder with a protective cover, shaking his head to express his helplessness.

Disappointed slightly, Connigra fired the gun, made sure the magazine was full of bullets, and then locked it again and closed the safety.

A good rifle with a good scope. Conig was looking forward to testing and proving his worth in actual combat with his own guns - using the holes in the enemy's heads.

"I wish I could have more mongrels and my Martha will finally be able to eat enough. ”

Sergeant Goltz, the machine gunner, and his two small attendants, Kyosha, who carried a spare barrel and a telescope around his neck, and Heinz, who carried a magazine box, checked the tightness of the tripod and the tightness of the chain together. A rippling look on his face unmistakably tells his colleagues how much this machine gunner who nicknamed his guy a woman loves his gun.

[The sergeant must have slept with that loaded thing!]

More than one elf muttered so much in their stomachs, and Li Lin taught them in the military academy that [guns are the second life of soldiers]. The hapless bastard who neglects to maintain or damage a gun is punished by jumping around the playground 20 times with a rifle in the air, and constantly shouting "This is my gun, this is my wife!", and there are very few sergeants who unreservedly dedicate their love to their weapons. ...,

This trip has an extremely heavy meaning, in order to ensure that the itinerary is smooth, the elves pressed all the good things at the bottom of the box and took them out.

In the past 5 years, we have not only cultivated this group of strong rookie recruits who lack practical experience, but are also very solid in training and training. The research has accumulated, and the fruits of the small-scale magical industrial system are also reflected in the hands of these soldiers.

It was nothing else, a toy hidden in the trunk of the wagon, which was now being cared for by the soldiers—an elaborate murder weapon.

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Small theatre time

Special Guest Sorokin: Elven Dirt Eight Roads - yours, not real soldiers!

Extras Mao Xiong: I, the prince of Great Rus, have come to build a royal paradise in a human country and establish coexistence and common prosperity!

Brunhill: (---b) A group of woolly bears, or Wang Shi...... Your Excellency Li Lin, are you sure the author does not mean something?

Li Lin: The author didn't shoot anything in the knee with his eyes closed, he just said to fire the map cannon......

Brunhill: Don't shoot arrows, come back quietly...... Why do the centurions know how to be so funny? at least stick out their thumbs and say, "High!

Li Lin: But people don't have water pumps, can't a bunch of woolly bears carry buckets to test how much water the elves' trenches can hold?

Brunhill: Today's topic is the name test, who is the origin of the prototype of Elder Sergei Vladimirovich Witt, the supreme elder of the Orc Tribal Joint Conference? Tips: 1. It is better to search only the surname at the end of the full name; 2. Is he a person from the Mao Bear family or white, and the head of the house is called the Tsar, please grab the points!

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