Chapter 711 108. Hellfire
The Eastern Military Camp of Liberty City.
The chaotic queue fell into silence as Fermi and his guards arrived holding a helmet.
Femi's stern gaze swept across the recruits who puffed out their chests and raised their heads. They successfully applied for the job in the morning. They have such qualities without any training, which is pretty good...
This recruitment was more enthusiastic than expected. As the news of the "breathing method" spread in the city lord's palace, young people flocked there, and there were even many tourists who were not residents of Free City and mercenaries who wanted to try their luck.
The Breathing Technique is only popular among nobles and high knights. Even many professionals have no chance to obtain it, but Liberty City actually provides it to soldiers for free.
Femi's Hellfire Legion took advantage of this opportunity and carefully selected a group of young people who were all over 170 centimeters tall and could become combat-ready with a little training.
Handing the helmet to the deputy on the side, Fermi stepped onto the high platform.
Thousands of eyes looked at Fermi and his scratched plate armor.
There are two designs painted on the right chest of his plate armor: a drop of red blood and a red rat head. They respectively represent killing more than a hundred ratmen and killing more than ten elite ratmen.
"Many of you still don't know what the Hellfire Legion represents, let me tell you now!"
"The predecessor of the Hellfire Legion originated from the Second Musketeers of Xingyue Bay in the year 999 of the Saint Laurent calendar, Saint Laurent Officially named in the 1000th year of history. We have experienced several battles with the rat people and humans. After the second expedition, we trampled the old king of Ruikaner who betrayed humans, but the rat people are still threatening in the north. For our people, the war has never ended. Now, we must prepare for a new war!"
"The rat people are the fire from hell! For the sake of His Majesty Annan!" br>
“For His Majesty Annan!”
The shouts of thousands of people echoed in half of the Free City. Annan, who was following Francois into the dungeon, trembled inexplicably.
He and Francois ran to the high wall and looked at the military camp in the distance.
"They really love you." Francois said enviously.
"I think it's a bit presumptuous..."
After the speech, Fermi asked fifty temporarily selected centurions to come on stage. Except for the deputy commander selected by Annan and Olmedo together, Femi has all other appointment rights. He told the veterans and new recruits that the breathing method training lasted for three months. After three months, he would re-select fifty real centurions from five thousand people.
In order to distinguish between the "centurion who killed a hundred ratmen" and the "official centurion", he also slightly changed the merits - because the original Hellfire Thousand Team fought everywhere, and the veterans Almost everyone is a "centurion", there is no challenge and uniqueness,
The new centurion's meritorious service is a scratch. When a soldier achieves significant results in a battle or action, he will have the right to add a scratch on his blood and rat head.
Olmedo thinks this is very good and plans to implement it in the other two legions.
In addition, Hellfire also adopts a brutal competition system, with internal competitions held every few days. The capable ones go up, the losers go down. According to Fermi, the more they sweat now, the less blood they will shed on the battlefield in the future.
Annan originally wanted to stop them, but Olmedo felt that each legion should have its own style. They had been doing this in the months since he had gone south.
For example, the Guards Corps does not have that many crooked melons and dates, and the equipment issued to them by the blacksmith shop is also the most exquisite. The Hellfire Legion focuses on actual combat. In addition to muskets, they are also equipped with a large number of magic artillery. As the deputy, and because the blacksmith shop had insufficient production capacity, the Musketeers Legion chose light and flexible leather armor and truncated magic muskets.
At least so far, Hellfire is the most elite force in Liberty City, not even comparable to the Guards Corps that nominally protect Annan and important officials.
"I seemed to have seen the arena being built two days ago." Annan looked in the direction of the arena, but was blocked by a tree-stump-like mage tower. "
"Well, it hasn't been put into use yet. "
"Then we can arrange a 'Legion Cup' competition for the three major legions to compete. The first game will start in three months. Well... we can also allow private teams to participate, so that Yi Fulin cooperates with the promotion and then sells tickets and team jersey peripherals, which can not only promote Liberty City and football but also make money. "
"As expected of you. "Are you scolding me?" ”
……
The Kingdom of Myron, one of the oldest kingdoms in the southeastern part of Allen Continent.
Stability flows in the blood of this country and is proud of the nobles - this country is older than the Saint Laurent calendar.
All nobles and all politicians believe in "stability". The Kingdom of Myron is stable today and will remain stable in the future.
Anyone who wants to destabilize this kingdom will be severely punished by this country. Include novelty—because novelty can also be destabilizing.
Khamis VI didn’t know how the Divine Eye felt that this country had potential, but he thanked the Divine Eye for choosing him, allowing him to see that the outside world was not so bad, and that the Kingdom of Myron was fine. Not stability, but no one wants to invade a small country that has nothing. But I hate the Holy Eye because...
The palace council in the early morning was filled with the musty smell of an old man, lifeless and lifeless.
Because it gave young Khamis VI insight into the truth but remained indifferent.
Khamis VI, whose age was averaged to 65 by the MPs, stood up: "As for the trade in Free City, I think they will inject new blood into the kingdom by bringing cheap specialties."
"I object!"
"I second it."
The elderly MPs vomited the rotten egg smell of indigestion.
Look, as long as you do nothing, nothing is good. This is the way of life in the Myron Kingdom.
Today's parliament is over. Members left in twos and threes to talk about tonight's banquet...
Of course, the banquet is not destabilizing. How can any noble refuse the banquet?
The young king sat quietly on his throne.
Give up cooperation with Liberty City? How is that possible!
Khamis VI personally watched Annan move two rows forward in two years...give him another ten years, and he would dare to sit on the seat of the Thirteenth Supreme King.
He has to find a way... Fortunately, his opponents are a group of old guys who even take a while to remember their own names.
That night, Khamis VI attended the private banquet of the MPs. Those withered hands groping on the delicate skin of the girl made him nauseous, but thinking on the bright side, they were just lustful, not initiating riots everywhere for the desire to conquer. Countless people were displaced.
Khamis VI took the opportunity to pour a lot of wine into the parliament. At the parliament the next day, he took advantage of the hangover and said: "I think the arrival of merchant ships from Free City destroyed Mirren." The kingdom has been stable for a long time, I propose to refuse trade with them."
"I object! Wait a moment..."
"I agree"
Finally, ha. Meath VI passed the trade with the Free City in a despicable way.
(End of this chapter)