16 16-Attack Of A Hundred Thousand Troops!

"Your Majesty, after this week's intensive training and selection, more than 600 people failed to persevere. There are currently 2,357 people in the army."

"After a week of factory rush, the matching military uniforms, helmets, and breastplates have basically been manufactured."

"It can be equipped with the army, but the rifle is still about a thousand rods away."

In the palace, the knights all put on military uniforms, carried 98K rifles on their backs, and hung long swords around their waists, standing around the palace on duty.

And Stephens reported the matter respectfully in front of Nerón.

"Almost, this one can put some rifles into the army first and teach them how to shoot. By the way, how many machine guns have been produced?"

"The production of MG42 general-purpose machine guns is not much, but now there are enough to equip each company with five."

Stephens looked at his account book and reported to Nerón.

"It's almost time to start queuing shooting training. How is the army transfer of the Kingdom of Nord and the Kingdom of Loth going?"

Nerón was lying on a bench, next to him was a half-orc girl, Lina, who was wearing a maid outfit, holding a tray with grapes and standing beside Nerón.

The half-orc girls rescued by Nerón army have let go of their heavy vigilance after living in the palace for a week.

Even liked the place a lot.

Because there is no other place where other humans treat them well.

In the past, they lived as slaves who were trafficked. They would be beaten, scolded and punished at any time. Basically, they only had one meal a day.

Still the worst brown bread ever.

But now, compared with the previous life, it is simply the difference between heaven and hell.

"The armies of the Kingdom of Nord and the Kingdom of Loth are mobilizing more and more frequently."

"The spies on the border between the two countries came to report that Prince Ragnar of the Nord Kingdom had gathered an army of 20,000, and two hundred knights had crossed the border again. The army, it is estimated that their strength will reach 30,000."

"As for the Kingdom of Loth, it has brought together 80,000 troops and 1,000 knights. It has already crossed the border. I estimate that they will meet up in Sloan Town in a week."

Hearing Stephens' report, Lina, who was serving Nerón, trembled in her heart.

An army of 110,000.

That's a huge amount.

Lina bet she had never seen so many people in her life, let alone so many soldiers.

Will they win?

Lina suddenly felt extremely worried.

She doesn't want Nerón to fail.

She didn't want the only human youth who was good to her to die.

"Must win..."

Unconsciously, Lina murmured softly.

There was a smile on the corner of Nerón mouth.

He stretched out his hand and touched Lina's small head, feeling the furry feel, and said casually: "It's just a group of chickens and dogs. No matter how many people there are, they are still ants."

"Although I only have 2,000 troops, it is enough to deal with their 100,000 troops!"

The language is light, but it has full appeal.

Infected Lina's young heart.

This is Nerón confidence in his army, his weapons, and his pride.

The border of the Kingdom of Rose.

There are spears like forests, soldiers have bright helmets, and the winding army can't be seen at a glance.

One after another noble flags fluttered in the air, showing the nobles these soldiers belonged to.

Prince Ragnar of the Kingdom of Nord led the army himself. He wore a full-coverage armor with magic runes tattooed on it. He looked at the land of the Kingdom of Loth in front of him with full hatred in his eyes.

"Where is the army of the Kingdom of Loth?"

Ragnar asked.

"Your Highness, according to their letter, they have crossed the border and are on their way to meet us. According to the route, we will meet them in Sloan Town in seven days."

A knight reports.

"Junior Brother, isn't it just a group of wild mages? We are regular mages certified by the Central Magic Empire, and according to intelligence, their army will not exceed 5,000 people. I don't think there is any need for the army of the Loth Kingdom. Only we will OK."

At this time, a young man wearing a robe and full of pride came to Ragnar.

"That's right, Brother Ragnar. I feel that I can kill all those wild mages by myself. At that time, the brother King of the Lost Kingdom must let me torture him."

"I have recently researched a new kind of magic that allows the magic power to flow into a person's body and swell like a worm in the flesh and blood. Thinking about it, the painful expression on that person's face is really pleasing! Hahahahaha!"

The other mage had an abnormally happy expression on his face, and he laughed as if enjoying himself very much.

"Brother, I also know that only us are enough, but I'm not willing to completely crush Nerón under my feet!"

Ragnar looked a little hideous.

"I want to see his desperate look when he faces an army of 100,000."

"When the time comes to face our 100,000-strong army, I will be able to see Nerón desperate expression, begging for mercy, and wailing endlessly, and that will make me happy."

Ragnar closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he said this, his expression became happy again.

He seemed to have seen Nerón desperate and painful expression before his head was cut off with a sword after he wailed and begged for mercy.