Chapter 700 Aldo

"Ha! Are those the so-called Northwesterners? Or, the Arda people? Yes, they are indeed a completely different human army!"

The commander of the Orcs' Western Expedition, Callum, put his hand on his forehead, and all his attention was attracted by the neat rows of soldiers in the middle of the Austrian army.

"Look, they are standing really straight, and their temperament is just like the guards of honor in the human court."

The orc general licked his lips and then sneered.

"I just don't know if their combat power can impress me as much as their attitude."

The subordinates behind him also laughed, and most of them thought that this would be an ordinary battle.

The grassland army will crush the enemy in front of them and take the entire northwest land of Aldo.

Callum continued to turn his back to his subordinates, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes when they were out of sight.

As a general who has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich combat experience, he can intuitively feel the extraordinaryness of the army in front of him.

Unlike the friendly troops on both wings who were dressed in various outfits, the Gulf people's clothing styles were simple and uniform. Perhaps it would not be a big deal to pick out one of them individually, but when these soldiers stood in a row and several rows of soldiers stood in a square, a silent might burst out.

Callum had never underestimated this sudden human reinforcement from the beginning. He listened carefully to Amur's description of the battle of Silver Moon Castle and knew that the Arda people had terrible weapons, strict discipline, and strong combat effectiveness.

The pretense of being relaxed just now was just to boost morale, but Callum also believed in his warriors. They would despise the enemy, but would not let this contempt affect their performance.

The orc commander raised his arm high and swung it down like a gate knife.

"Kill them!"

Woo——!

The loud horn sounded in the wilderness.

The already excited war horses finally heard the long-awaited signal. When their masters, who were full of fighting spirit, shook the reins, they immediately spread their four hooves and ran towards the enemy on the opposite side. Under the exquisite control of the riders, they did not run desperately, but jogged in a small and broken way to maintain enough physical strength for the final charge.

Hula hula! A large number of horse hooves began to trample on the ground, and the dense sound was like countless hands slapping the water.

The orcs launched the first wave of offensive. A full 10,000 cavalrymen as the main force rushed towards the infantry phalanx in the center of the Austrian army, and the other 5,000 cavalrymen were distributed on the left and right wings to attack in coordination to contain the Austrian cavalry also deployed on the left and right wings.

From the perspective of the Austrian army, the cavalry on the opposite side began to move with the sound of the horn. At first, it didn't seem like a big deal. Gradually, dust began to fly in the distance. As the distance between the two sides shortened, the image of the enemy gradually became clear in the field of vision. Countless horses formed a dark mass, and the dust splashed up like a sandstorm, rising high into the sky, with shadows and countless enemies hidden in it.

From top to bottom, most of the people in the Arda army faced this scene for the first time. Although they often received courage training to face cavalry, they had never seen such a huge momentum.

Uneasy emotions began to appear among the soldiers and spread quickly. Officers at all levels did their best to motivate their subordinates, although they themselves were also uneasy.

In a slightly higher place behind, Paul swallowed his saliva. He was tightened by fear, his whole body was stiff, and he could hardly breathe.

Maybe he shouldn't have come to this place - this timid thought even flashed through his mind.

I might end up here...

At this moment, his left and right shoulders were gently pressed at almost the same time, and two different touches were transmitted to him, one was a gentle warmth, and the other was a soothing coolness.

The fear in his heart was instantly dispelled, it was magical.

He looked to the left in surprise, his mother Marianna was staring at him, her eyes full of confidence, "I can at least guarantee that my child will be fine."

"Uh... Thank you." Paul cast his eyes to the right again, the green-haired witch met his eyes and nodded encouragingly.

Maybe they did something to him, was it magic?

In any case, a feeling gradually rose in Paul's heart-confidence!

"Schroeder!"

Paul called out to his battlefield commander.

"Lord Graman, what do you want?" Schroeder, who was concentrating on calculating the distance of the orcs' charge, looked at him.

"I want to shout to the whole army!"

In the neat array, Private Jose West felt that his bladder was about to explode. The unprecedented large-scale cavalry offensive made him want to urinate.

Damn it, I shouldn't have drunk so much water before the assembly.

"Look, guys, our artillery will open fire soon and blow these guys to pieces!"

The instructor's trembling shouting had no effect, and many people's hands holding guns were shaking slightly.

"Shh! Don't make a sound." The company commander not far away suddenly reminded, "There is a flag signal coming!"

"Brothers! An order from Count Graman... No, a message!"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

A high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, and the signalman who had just put down the telescope shouted excitedly.

Everyone pricked up their ears and listened.

"Aldo expects everyone to fulfill their duties!"

He shouted this sentence with all his strength.

For a moment, everyone's chest was filled with some kind of emotion, almost squeezing out the fear.

Through flag language, Paul's words were quickly conveyed to all human officers and soldiers, not just the Arda army.

Some pictures emerged in almost everyone's mind.

Curling smoke, plump ears of wheat, prosperous markets, playing children, kind parents, beloved girls... and so on, but they are all very daily pictures.

Now, these ordinary things have become so precious, and a heavy sense of responsibility suddenly weighs on everyone's shoulders.

Never retreat, crush these hairy bastards, and make them regret setting foot on the land of Aldor.

Yes, not only the Northwest Bay, not only the Black Stone Land, not only the Loess Plain and the Giant Elephant Plain.

But the whole of Aldor!

Most of these soldiers from different places left their hometowns for the first time. If it weren't for the invasion of orcs, they would work silently in the fields. The farthest place they have ever been is the town where the lord lives. They can only hear the bards singing distant stories in the market. For them, Aldo is a concept that cannot be more rarefied. The country and honor are things that only nobles and knights can talk about. They just need to take care of their own land.

But now, facing a common enemy, and this enemy is a different race from themselves, everyone has the same seed planted in their hearts.

"Aldo expects everyone to fulfill their duties!"

Paul's words made this seed take root and sprout.

We are us, and they are them.