Chapter 713 Chapter711 Ionian Resistance Army

The Noxians are coming, and they are coming faster than expected. It's like they just heard about the fall of Philo Island yesterday, and today the Noxians hit Presidium as soon as they woke up.

Even taking a boat is not that fast, right?

"How can it be so fast? It would take three months for dad to go to Ignatz Village to sell herbs."

But the little boy didn't know that these three months included the time of going into the mountains to collect herbs.

After hearing the news of the arrival of the Noxians from the village official last night, the young Bolt began to think about this issue. Unfortunately, he slept until dawn and failed to figure out how the Noxians were separated. Coming from another continent along the ocean,

In his dream, Bolt dreamed of a Noxian with a big rat head spreading across the ocean with eagle-like wings.

"Is it possible that it really has wings and flies here?"

Looking up at the blue sky, the sleepy Bolt rubbed his face and began to get dressed.

By the time Bolt was sitting in the yard following the smell of the stew, his father and mother had already begun eating in silence. If you look closely, your parents seemed to have sad faces.

Bolt scratched his head and felt that the atmosphere at home was a little different from before. Maybe it was because the Noxians came?

What a bunch of bad people!

"Bolt, dad is going on a long trip. You should listen to mom at home and don't make her angry. Do you understand?"

"Dad, I've always been obedient, right? Where are you going?"

Glancing at his wife who was hiding her face in sorrow, the man sighed and told shallow lies.

"Go to a far away place to collect herbs."

"Tell him, Terry, Bolt is not young anymore... We shouldn't lie to him."

The woman wiped the red corners of her eyes, and the strength in her eyes made Teli feel heartbroken. Only the little Bolt hadn't realized the problem yet.

"What are you lying to me about?"

Sighing, Te Li could no longer eat. The man who hugged his wife looked at his somewhat confused son and spoke in a low voice.

"Bolt, Dad apologizes to you. You shouldn't have lied to you. In fact, Dad is not going to collect medicine, but to fight."

Bolt was stunned, and then he remembered the flying Noxian monster with a terrifying rat head in his dream, and then the monster ate his father.

Will you never see your father again?

The chopsticks fell on the table, and Bolt could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, so he threw himself into his father's arms and cried loudly.

"Daddy, don't leave! Dad, don't leave! I don't want dad to go to war!"

Holding his son in tears, Te Li's eyes began to turn red.

He is just a herbalist, and of course he does not want to get involved in the war, but if Bolt and Nalisan want to straighten their backs and continue to live in the village, as the only strong man in the family, he must stand up and join the resistance. among the army,

As for victory or defeat in this sudden war, this was not a question he could consider. Perhaps even the omniscient village chief didn't know.

Presiden is thousands of miles away. In addition to the 30,000 standing Ionian militia, a total of thirty-eight village elders united to form a resistance army to form a large army to fight against the Noxians who invaded Presiden. ,

In his opinion, no matter how hard he said it, he could compete with the Noxians. After all, the village chief said that the Noxians had less than 20,000 people.

Judging from the situation in their village, it is not a big problem for a village to gather two to three hundred young and middle-aged people. The militia and their improvised volunteers, as well as those high-powered martial arts warriors, might actually be able to drive away the lone army. Noxians in depth.

"Te Li, is there really nothing you can do?"

Nalisan wiped away tears and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Can you tell the village chief that if we hand over all the money, you won't have to join the army?"

Seeing his wife's sad look, Te Li felt very uncomfortable. In fact, he tested the village chief last night, but unfortunately the village chief didn't leave him any room.

Either the whole family moves out of the village, or they join the army and go to war. There is no third option.

"Sorry, Nalisan, I have already told the village chief and he rejected me. This matter...can't be discussed."

"Will Fuller's family also have someone?"

Nalisan asked with her red eyes open.

Teli sighed. Fuller was the village chief. How could he let his family go to the battlefield, except for a few relatives who wanted to gain military exploits?

Knowing the answer from her husband's expression, Nalisan lowered her head silently.

"Dong dong dong! Te Li! Bring your herbal basket! Get ready to gather! A group of people are waiting for you!"

The loud voice of the old village chief's cheap brother-in-law came from outside the broken house. Te Li could only hand his sobbing son to his wife, picked up the dry food bag and herbal basket that had been prepared, and forced a smile.

"Don't worry. I'm just responsible for picking herbs. I won't take up arms and go to the battlefield. It's safe. You guys just stay at home and wait for me to come back."

The only thing the wife could do after crying all night was to watch her husband go away until he disappeared from sight.

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Because there were too many people, there were naturally no comfortable carriages to ride in. The villagers without horses had to rely on their own legs to walk. No one was stupid enough to wear straw sandals when going on an expedition. Most of them were middle-aged farmers with poor soles. It will be numb, but not red, swollen or blistering.

The two hundred and seventy-five mixed troops who had something to do simply lined up in three lines outside the village, and followed General Nerhart, who was riding a tall horse, wearing silver armor and a majestic long sword, toward the southwest. Walk to Grus Village.

Nerhat said nothing to his men, except that he had to reach Grus Village before dark, otherwise there would be no food.

Knowing that they could have a meal in Grus Village, the team felt a little more excited about walking.

The flat dirt road in the forest was easy to walk, and soon it was time for lunch. The village chief’s brother-in-law, Nerhart, drank some wine and ate roast chicken. Those who brought dry food were wary of others, and those who didn’t had dry food. People and smart people set their sights on the well-known good guys.

"Brother Teli, I left in a hurry and didn't bring any dry food. I see you brought so many wheat cakes, can you share some with me to cushion your stomach? I will definitely pay you back in the future."

This is a gangster in the village, a guy who is ready to eat and drink from the beginning.

"Brother Teli, I know you are a kind-hearted person. You usually help me apply herbs and bandage my wounds. Unfortunately, I finished eating the steamed buns on the way. I still have to walk so far in the afternoon. I don't think you can eat so much. You give me half, and my life will be yours when I go to the battlefield."

This is a heartless man who hides a ration bag in his chest and begs for food from his benefactor. The words in his mouth are not as flavorful as Nalisan's farts.

In addition to these two strong men, there were many people looking at him. Teli found with some sadness that the looks of these people were just as playful as Nerhart's on the horse.

Yes, to be able to see such a good show on a boring road, of course I have to cheer for it. As for the love of selling medicinal herbs at low prices, to put it bluntly, no one knows whether they can come back alive. Care about how many good things you have done?

Logically speaking, an honest and good person like me should be willing to help others. However, if I really hand over such a small amount of dry food in my hand, what will happen to my Nalisan and Bolt if I die on the battlefield due to hunger? ?

Thinking of this, Teli hid the dry food bag in his arms, picked up the grass-cutting sickle from the medicine basket, and looked a little dull.

"I left in such a hurry that I didn't even have breakfast in the morning, so I brought some extra dry food. What will I eat if I give these to you two? You want me to starve to death, right?"

The man who originally looked very easy to bully suddenly became sullen and picked up the shining sickle. The gangster and Laizi looked at each other with a strange feeling of "Am I not awake yet?"

Unable to figure out what the sudden change was, the two could only smile, turned around and left with a sullen expression.

Nerhat sat on the horse and looked down at the farce, smiling disdainfully.

Except for the sudden outburst of the always talkative Teli, there were no additional episodes along the way. General Nerhart, who was extremely talented in commanding an army, led his army to the village of Grus near the branch of the Fantasy River late at night. Successfully frightened the militia general Trollope who was sleeping with his arms around the beautiful village girl.

Grus Village is much larger than Bullard Village. It is built against the mountains. It has its own quarry and mine. It has a population of about 10,000. It belongs to the transportation artery between the north and the south. It is a village rather than a stone. town.

The 'Nerhart Army' who arrived at the assembly point late at night naturally had nothing to eat, and the chefs who cooked the food would not wait until the middle of the night.

Seeing that his subordinates were showing cannibalism, after seeking the opinion of militia general Trollope, General Nerhart could only order that his subordinates should be well clothed and well fed, while he once again took out beef jerky, dipped it in wine, and drank it. Enjoying delicious food in a noble manner.

The ‘Nerhart Army’ spontaneously selected a dozen people who could ‘cook’ and swarmed into the kitchen.

The chefs who were quite good at the Nine Transformation True Inheritance took some leftovers from other people in the evening and divided them into two parts, including roots and leaves, potatoes, carrots and roots. They rubbed them and threw them into a pot, added water and cooked them. Although it was the same as three big pots of alchemical potions. The brownish-red ghost thing has filled my stomach at least. As for whether it will show up to my companions at night, I can only smell it and recognize people.

Because it was too late, Nerhart's army, which had not been assigned a garrison, could only sleep on straw in an empty warehouse. However, General Nerhart moved into a certain building in the town by virtue of his status as a 'general'. In a private mansion.

Lying on the straw in the corner of the warehouse, I always felt that the two beggars at noon were trying to get behind me. Teli leaned against the wooden wall of the warehouse, holding the dry food bag in his arms with one hand and the sickle with the other, squinting his eyes and falling asleep. .

In fact, Teli actually caught the thief who wanted to steal the dry food bag. It was none other than the gangster who failed to beg for food and had been hungry for a whole day.

"What do you want to do?"

The sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him. Pan, whose heart was beating violently, rolled his eyes hard to glance at the sickle in the herb collector's hand, and slowly released the dry food bag with an embarrassed smile.

"It's okay, I just want to see your... ha, I'm leaving."

Watching Pan tiptoeing around the sleeping villagers and returning to his position, Teli suddenly felt that this battle was so boring. Just being wary of his own people was enough to consume all his energy. How could he unite to face Noxus? people?

Because he almost had his butt touched on the way, he was afraid that a vindictive gangster would stab him, so Teli basically didn't sleep all night. In addition, Nerhart, who wanted to make meritorious deeds, went crazy like a tough guy in the village. He still got up early, so Te Li could only be forced to stand in the assembly line before the sun had risen to listen to the damn relationship training.

Teli, who had dark circles under his eyes, clenched his sickle impatiently and was stunned.

By the way, have you become more and more irritable since joining this resistance army?

Standing on the high platform of the town square, after receiving General Trollope's order, Nerhart tensed up his strength and drew out his sword with high spirits. The sword-drawing technique he had secretly practiced dozens of times played a huge role at this moment. ...At least the heavy stainless steel sword didn't turn into a 'throwing sword' that hurt people indiscriminately the moment it was unsheathed.

"You warriors of Blood Village! I! The great General Nerhart officially announces! I will lead you to join General Trollope's Third Reserve Army! Become the glorious Ionian resistance army! And with General Trollope drives out the savage Noxian barbarians together!

From the moment I put on this armor, I understood the heavy responsibility on my shoulders. The savage and ferocious Noxians wielded butcher knives against us Ionians. I often reflect on my virtues and abilities, but I actually have the courage to lead You all stand up bravely to face these barbarians,

Then I knew that it was my unyielding will and blood as hot as molten iron that made me choose to take up arms..."

Many people dozed off in response to the continuous loud farts from General Guanhu. Some of the sturdy men who coveted the village chief's wife secretly scolded the village chief Laobi for being so blinded that he actually chose such a pretentious act for his own happiness. The idiot serves as the leader of the resistance.

As if aware of the dissatisfaction of the crowd, Nerhart could only regretfully end his personal speech before his debut.

"Ahem... General Trollope will give the lecture next! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"

Amid sparse applause, the dark-faced Trollope slowly walked onto the high platform.

The war is about to begin, where is the time to talk nonsense?

I had already promised to come down after just saying a few words, but it turned out that this stinky idiot was more nagging than the old lady in front of his mother’s Kalma Temple.

If Nerhart hadn't been the brother-in-law of the village chief of Bullard Village, he would have used the long sword in his hand to poke holes in the smelly and long foot-binding cloth to make him understand the consequences of talking nonsense on the battlefield.

Idiots who only know how to perform should really think about their virtues and abilities. I'm afraid it wasn't Brad's old immortal who was blind and poked the wrong eyes that gave such a waste a chance.

Trollope said loudly, suppressing his overwhelming resentment towards Nerhart.

"I only have a few words to say to you!

The Noxian army is expected to arrive in the central plains in a week and press against the Grus Village army!

As a reserve army, our Third Legion's task is to establish a defensive front in the rear before the Noxians come in! When the first and second armies retreat, we must complete the most basic defense construction! Together with the martial arts masters on Dragon's Back Mountain, we will resist the Noxian army!

Everyone! Grus Village is the last barrier to Presidence! The Placidians have no way out!

We must fight to the death before the Noxians retreat! "