Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 51 Fifty-one Dwarf Langone Stonehelm

  When Lailun woke up leisurely, it was already dusk outside the window.

  The setting sun is on the horizon, dyed red into clouds, and the night is gradually closing.

   He was in a simple, even dilapidated wooden house, with some charred traces along the window edge, apparently burned by the flames.

   "His" Lyron sat up abruptly, a tingling sensation forced him to lie down again.

   There was a burning sensation in his chest, with a strange coolness. The pharmacist who accompanied the army put herbs on his wounds and wrapped layers of bandages, making it extremely inconvenient for his body to turn.

   He raised his hand and lightly rubbed his eyebrows, his dizziness eased a little: "We. Victory?"

  The Knights of the Kingdom only recalled the scene where the "Lone Wolf" Kordrog fell straight down, and he didn't know the rest of the result.

   "Lord Lallen!" Buck Knight Milton Thane walked quickly into the room, the surface of the steel armor was covered with the blood of the enemy, and the burqa, which symbolized the "Sorrow Family", was in tatters.

   He looked up and down at the kingdom knight on the bed, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better now?"

   "Well, it's not bad in general, but my head is dizzy." Lallen grinned bitterly: "Please help me up."

  The buck knight carefully supported Laylen, making slight movements to prevent the latter from falling on his feet.

  Lyren just stood up, and his eyes went black. With the help of Milton, he was able to stabilize his center of gravity.

   "Thank you." Lallen thanked, looked around, and asked, "Where are we?"

"Xian Village, a stronghold occupied by the Norsca, but they have already been killed by Lord Krill." The Buck Knight replied, recalling the scene of rushing into the almost empty Xien Village, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful .

   "Where's the Norscan army? They retreated? Is Kordrog dead?" Laylen asked a series of questions, he was worried that the Norscan remnants were fleeing south, after all, it was not far from Oak Village.

"It's all thanks to you, Lord Laren, the Norsca retreated south into the stronghold after being defeated in the frontal battle. It happened that Lord Krill and I cleared the stronghold and ran into them head-on." Milton remembered these Very happy: "Most of the Norsca were killed by the knights, and a few were fast and fled to the western forest. I don't think they will survive for a few days."

   "That's good, that's good." The Kingdom Knight breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Let's go, I'll help you out to get some air. The overall cleaning of Xi'en Village is almost done, and there is still some chaos and corruption waiting to be dealt with." The stag knight opened the door and walked out of the wooden house.

Chaos corruption is naturally left to professionals to solve, and several Uric priests accompanying the army cannot handle excessive chaos corruption in a short period of time. They can only sprinkle white wolf holy water around the severely corroded places and paste scriptures to prevent Corruption spreads further.

   To solve it from the source, it requires a large-scale sacrifice, not to mention the large amount of refined salt, holy artifact, and holy oil required for the purification ceremony, which are all things that the priest Uric who accompanied the army did not have.

The   Dravin army camped in the village of Sion, tent after tent, on the ruins of the burned buildings.

   And the soldiers who survived the catastrophe did not have time to rejoice that they survived, and the manpower was in short supply. They needed to hurry up and build the camp.

   Dozens of people held torches and scattered in groups of three or five. Under the guidance of Priest Uric, they set fire to the houses with tentacles and even eyes.

  Some soldiers were covered in mud, chopping firewood to cook, and screams of pain came one after another from the wounded camp.

   In the eyes of those who start a war, there is victory and defeat, and in the eyes of ordinary soldiers only life and death.

  Lyren noticed that there were many Imperial civilians in the camp, and he also saw a dwarf or two

   "Lauren! Do you feel better?" When he raised his eyes, the captain of the White Wolf Knight Company, Claire Anluo, walked over in a turbulent manner.

   looked at the knights of the kingdom with concern, before Krill smiled and said, "I thought you would sleep for seven or eight days at a time, but I didn't expect to wake up in just a few hours."

   "The scene between you and the Norsca Warlord is the second most thrilling showdown I've seen in decades."

The captain of the White Wolf Knight Company was filled with emotion. He could only see from the pits in the battlefield that the strength of "Lone Wolf" Kordrog was a legendary beginner, and he was definitely not something that elites could compete with. The marks of the blade slashing, its power is strong enough to break through the blessed white wolf knight's plate armor.

   "Unfortunately, your plate armor was completely destroyed in the duel."

   "It's just a piece of armor. Compared to this battle, I only paid a very small price." Lailen sighed. The only thing he cared about was the casualties of the Oak Village army. Military is the foundation of all construction.

  Clear nodded noncommittally, "Cough cough..." A deliberate cough came from behind him.

"Almost forgot." The white wolf knight turned around immediately, with a smile on his face: "Layen, let me introduce to you, this is Langoni Stonehelm, the patriarch of the Stonehelm clan, and he is the one who injured you. dealt with."

   The dwarf put his right hand on his chest, showing respect with the most lofty etiquette. He said loudly in a dwarf's unique rough voice: "Hello! Human boy! Today is a day worthy of the dwarves' joy!"

  Lyren reluctantly gave a knightly salute in return, his eyes full of surprise. This was the first time he had seen a dwarf up close.

In front of   , this short and stout dwarf had his head held high, and a long white beard prominent on his chest that hung down below his belt.

Krill explained: "Clan Langni and his Stonehelm clan are imperial dwarves who walked out of the mountains. They originally lived in the town of Fabien in Nordland. During the Norsca attack, Langni The patriarch led the dwarves to fight back, but unfortunately they were outnumbered, and all the Stonehelm clan were captured."

   "When Milton Thane and I rushed into the stronghold, Chief Langone was fighting against the Norsca."

   "Ha! If the White Wolf Knight hadn't come too fast, the chains in my hand would have strangled those **** to death!" Langoni Stonehelm laughed heartily, not hiding the joy in his eyes.

  Despite decades of living in human society, Imperial Dwarves retain the social structure established by their mountain relatives, the Mountain Dwarves.

   In the Empire, the dwarves are still a very proud race, with long and stubborn memories of the actions they have done in their own name and the evils they have suffered.

  Most imperial dwarves prefer traditional occupations in the mountains, such as engineers, masons, blacksmiths, miners and warriors.

   Only a small percentage of dwarves are employed in agriculture and animal husbandry, as they make less money than engineers, blacksmiths, or soldiers.

  It is worth mentioning that they will not abandon the dwarves' living habits, attaching great importance to age, beard, wealth, ability and most importantly, reputation.

   So much so that almost everyone in the imperial dwarves has a pamphlet dedicated to recording hatred.

   is just less formal than the "big book of hatred" stored in the Eternal Peak Fortress - Karaka A Karak.

   "Langni Patriarch, he is the kingdom knight Laren." Kriel added: "The 'Lone Wolf' Kordrog was defeated by him."

  The whitebeard dwarf stared at Lallen with a serious expression after hearing Krill's words, and said solemnly: "My nephew Gure died at the hands of Kordrog, so."

   He stretched out a thick palm full of calluses and said sincerely: "I owe you a favor, Laren!"

  【Discover new heroes! 】

  [Name: Langone Stonehelm (green rank) can be recruited]

  【Race: Dwarf】

  【Occupation: Blacksmith】

  【Equipment: Rune Warhammer, Dwarf Shield, Steel Chain Mail】

  [Characteristics: Bearded (dwarf soldier +4 leadership), skilled craftsman (5% chance to create rare equipment * upper limit green grade, workshop output efficiency +20%)]

  【Potential: 6\\10】

   [relationship: 8\\10 (very friendly)]

   "Huh?" Lallen was very surprised, but quickly relieved.

   One of the characteristics of the white-bearded dwarves is the "bearded man", which symbolizes that Langoni Stonehelm is over 200 years old. In the dwarf kingdom, the most important population is the long-bearded man.

  They have the longest beards in the mountain fort, they speak the most weight, their status is the highest, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to the elite soldiers of other races.

  An army of long-bearded men often takes on the heavy responsibility of securing the front line. There is little to defeat their shield formation head-on, and the enemy will only feel that they are fighting a stone wall.

  【It is detected that the relationship degree exceeds 5 points, whether to recruit? 】

  Lairn was overjoyed and chose [Recruitment] without hesitation.

The    kingdom knight reached out and clasped him tightly.

   One person and one dwarf felt a subtle sense of movement from the other's palm.

  The fire clouds on the horizon completely dissipated, and the night quietly enveloped the sky.

  Tonight, there is only one moon shining over the old world.

   "Evil Moon" Morsbury's full moon night, the clean brilliance of the bright moon Manasbury was completely covered by the dark green of the evil moon.

   It was originally a large wooden house in the village of Xien. At this moment, the long table was full of knights from the Earl of Draven, and several wood elves and three dwarves were sitting at the end of the seats.

   "Your Excellency Krill, the casualties of the soldiers have basically been counted." Buck Knight Milton Sean looked sad.

   He did not expect such a huge loss in this war. More than one-third of the soldiers' souls were taken away by Moore, the **** of death.

   At the end of the long table, Krill closed his eyes, and his weathered face looked a bit vicissitudes under the light of the brazier.

Of the ten white wolf knights who followed him, six were killed in action. The other four, one was seriously injured and unconscious, and three were slightly injured. The wolf knight is proud.

   "Read it, I think everyone is mentally prepared." The White Wolf Knight waved his hand, indicating that Milton can start.

  Stag Knight hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth. The document in his hand was the register of the **** of death.

  As the casualties were reported, everyone present looked heavy.

   The wood elf ranger Katarina, who didn't show up all afternoon, stood alone in the shadow of the brazier. She put on her mask again, and her amber eyes were full of sadness.

   Nine woodland guards died in battle, and thirteen wood elves were injured in varying degrees, which was already a huge casualty.

  In the Lauren Loren Forest, the number of Eslay is small, and the reproduction ability is far less than that of humans. The adult woodland guards are the precious strength of the forest, and the wood elves cannot afford high battle losses.

  In the big wooden house, there was a long silence.

   The casualties of the Oak Village army were within the range that Laylen could bear. Seven people were killed and more than ten were injured. Albert, Gavin, and others were slightly bruised. Most of the spear and shield soldiers were heavily worn.

  Sophisticated equipment can ensure the safety of soldiers to the greatest extent, thereby effectively reducing casualties; only an army with high leadership can withstand high battle losses.

  This battle also exposed many shortcomings. Judging from the existing military situation in Oak Village, Laylen's soldiers not only lacked powerful long-range weapons, but also seriously lacked mobile cavalry to cover the flanks.

   Facts have proved that the arrows of the crossbowmen are difficult to hit fast-moving enemies. When facing the Norsca Throwing Axe cavalry, Laylen noticed this weakness.

   The tactics of infantry fighting the line and long-range infantry shooting are too idealized. The enemy is the most taboo in the army to give priority to the enemy. Once the enemy is pinned down and the kite tactics are implemented, it is only a matter of time before the war fails.

  The Knight Kingdom opposite the Grey Mountains, even though they have the most powerful knight army in the old world, they cannot do without a large number of rangers working together on the battlefield.

   "Our troops suffered heavy losses, but it was all worth it."

  Krill stood up and said with a serious expression: "We killed the Norsca warlord Kordrog, eliminated this evil Yankee army, and made the Earl of Draven no longer threatened!"

   "Humans, dwarves and elves, let's mourn the fallen warriors together!"

   All the human knights present stood up one after another.

   They put the long sword of the knight on the ground and lowered their heads to show their respect to the dead warriors.

   Several wood elves bowed their heads and said nothing.

  Langni Stonehelm, the dwarf chief, thought of his dead people, and with great grief, he recited the ancient dwarven song.

   Accompanied by the old dwarf ballads, Laylen could not let go for a long time.

   more than an hour later.

  The soldiers moved boxes of money out of the big wooden houses and built them into a hill.

   This is the wealth that the Norscans plundered southward, an astonishing sum.

  The only thing that made Krill a pity was that they couldn't find their longship, otherwise the loot piled up in one place would be more abundant.

  A rough estimate, all the boxes add up to more than 1,300 gold coins.

   What Laren is most excited about is not the gold coins, but the rescued people of the empire.

   Most of them were from Nordland and Midden, with a total of 227 people, including 123 males, 76 females and 28 children.

  The Norsca admire the strong and detest the weak. Most of these captured imperial subjects are young and strong, and belong to the highest quality population.

  Knights of the Kingdom are ready to give up some of their loot in exchange for all the freed Imperial subjects to join Oak Village.

   Of course, this will be a very expensive deal.

   After all, the knights of the Earl of Delavan need a huge population to enrich their respective fiefs. More than a hundred young and strong men are equivalent to more than a hundred soldiers!

   Seventeen dwarves were also rescued, all of Rangni Stonehelm's tribe.

  Lauren is currently in physical condition, barely able to move freely.

   Strolling outside the village of Xien, the knight of the kingdom walked under an oak tree, leaned on the trunk, and looked at the battlefield not far away, which had been cleaned up.

  The cold wind blew across the icy land, and Laren smelled a faint natural breath.

   "Human, what are you doing here?" Cold and arrogant Elvish words sounded from the oak branch above his head.

  Kingdom knight looked up, amber eyes staring at him.

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   (end of this chapter)