Reckless Through The New World

Marching in winter is definitely not a pleasant thing.

Although the icy armor was placed on the baggage vehicles, and the knights and soldiers only wore relatively light winter clothes, just walking in this cold weather was uncomfortable enough.

The north wind is blowing from behind, making people cold all over. Although the magic props they wear can provide some warmth, people will not freeze to death and frostbite, but the feeling of coldness cannot be stopped. No matter how many times I experience the feeling of blowing through my body and into my heart, I can't get used to it.

Naru Thrace rode his warhorse and walked on the road without haste or slow, surrounded by knights who also rode on horses. Behind them, there is a long army that can barely see the edge.

Although the weather was cold, when the army marched, hardly anyone complained or spoke, and it was as silent as a dead man.

Although they are actually still alive, in the eyes of many people, they are not much different from the dead.

"General, I always feel that things are a little uncomfortable." A knight walking beside Naaru whispered, "How did we cooperate with the necromancer? The dignified Thrace actually needs to use the power of these ghosts. It really hurts just thinking about it!"

"Necromancers can provide the best cannon fodder," Naaru said. "Those soldiers who are affected by his spells are not afraid no matter what the situation, no matter what kind of enemy they face, they can be honest. To carry out orders on the ground, to go up and fight and kill. For the enemy we will be facing, this is perfect."

"But...isn't the necromancer evil? Isn't he the enemy of all the living? We've seen the necromancer, so it's fine if we don't destroy him, why would we cooperate with him?"

"There is no good or evil in war, only victory or defeat," Naru said. "If we can win, then nothing matters; if we lose, then nothing matters."

"It doesn't always feel right..."

"This is war. There is no war in the world that can make people feel right." Naru sighed, "Or, to say, feeling bad about war is proof that you are still a normal person and not crazy. If there is One day you'll think there's a 'right' war in the world, and you're not far from going crazy."

The young knight looked at the vicissitudes of life on the old knight's face, couldn't help but sighed and said nothing.

This cavalry was directly under the Thracian royal family. Among the 2,000 cavalry, there were more than 100 surnamed Thracians. Although most of them are not the direct lineage of the Thracian royal family, many of them are simply descendants of foreign nobles who have changed their family names through marriage and other means, but after hundreds of years, they have also become the direct line of the Thracian family. , was the most reliable supporter of the Thracian king.

If it weren't for this reason, Richard wouldn't have let them fight this battle.

It was unheard of for the living and the dead to fight together. If these soldiers were not loyal to the king, and let the miscellaneous soldiers controlled by necromancers become cannon fodder, it would be very good for their safety, I am afraid that many people would rather pretend to be sick.

In fact, there are really a lot of people pretending to be sick. The army of 2,000 people has only 16,700 people left.

For those who pretended to be sick, General Naru did not punish them, but just sighed and told them to cultivate well.

He knew that these people weren't actually sick, they were just uncomfortable.

He was also uncomfortable, but he cared more about winning or losing the war than his mood.

As enemies, the cold and mechanical undead are extremely fearsome, but as comrades, they are extremely reliable.

For example, now, those soldiers who follow behind them, walk mechanically, don't complain at all, and are neatly formed like a line, who can see that they are actually just some worthless auxiliary soldiers?

After several wars, the elite troops of Thrace suffered great losses, but if it was just this kind of auxiliary troops that were slightly stronger than the militia, there would still be as many as possible, not to mention thousands, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. , can be easily put together.

With the help of the necromancer's secret medicine and magic, these thousands of auxiliary soldiers have almost completely lost the emotions of living people. They don't fear, they don't hesitate, they don't think about all kinds of boring things. They only execute orders mechanically, silently, steadily, and without making any mistakes.

Such an army is undoubtedly extremely powerful.

Only such an army can fight against those powerful "inhumans".

On that frightening night, Naaru had witnessed the terrifying power of the Inhumans on the watchtower of the palace. Even Thracian's most loyal Praetorian Guards were vulnerable in front of them, and were quickly beaten to the point of being demoralized and fled.

Naru didn't mean to blame those young people, he knew that some things can't be done by will, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it.

So when the king summoned him and asked, "If you want to fight against those aliens, how are you going to command it", he answered honestly: "I have no choice, even if I myself can not be afraid of death, it is impossible for the soldiers to not be afraid of death. Fear."

"Is the problem just 'fear'?" the king asked.

"Yes, it's just 'fear'." Naru replied, "The strength of that group of aliens is not really unmatched. As long as the army is stable and cooperates with war magic, it should be able to stop them or fight them. It is a war of attrition. After all, there are not many of them. If it is a war of attrition, there will be one less death and one chance of winning."

"But the problem is that our soldiers will be afraid." Naru said, "According to my estimate, about fifty to seventy people can be exchanged for an 'inhuman'. No soldier will not be afraid of this kind of battle damage. The military cannot afford such a loss."

A few days later, the king summoned him again and asked, "What if you were given an army that has no feelings and will not be afraid?"

Naru quickly understood what the king meant.

So he transferred 2,000 people from the army directly under the royal family to act as the command center of this group of troops, and to engage in crucial battles at critical moments.

As for those ordinary soldiers, their task is to use their lives as consumables, to consume the strength and lives of those "inhumans", and to push the battle to victory little by little.

As he was leaving, King Richard asked him what his plans were, and he replied.

"There is no special plan, it is nothing more than going to Tara Khan and forcing the aliens to fight us head-on."

"What if they don't want to come?"

"Then take Tara Khan and make them homeless ghosts!"