Lin En glanced at the positive Hanniu and nodded, "It's best if we were the ones who went out of the Great Wall together. If it was Duncan, the "Whites butcher" passed down by the savage Xinmin, it would be better, but Hanniu is not bad either.

I'll leave this to you. Don't take the aristocrat's pride to deal with the chaotic people, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

Hanniu laughed and said, "Sir, others dare not say it. Do you still know my Hanniu's temperament? You won't suffer any loss."

Lynn nodded and said, "I hope so!"

The New Minister Army is not so much a subordinate army of the Gripen Army in the North, but it is almost the same as a savage. It is built with more than 500 grassroots officers in the independent battalion of the Gripen Army, but one person takes care of less than ten people, so it will naturally bring strong military characteristics outside the Frontier.

As long as the internal rectification of the army is carried out, once it is determined that it is a tendency to defect, there will be no living entries. Joining the army Kant brought the military judge to hand over the list of officers at all levels after roughly screening to Hanniu, who had just arrived from Baigang City.

"Guftavo, you are the leader of the guards who protect the Lord. When you come, can you hear Lord Lynn tell us what the New Min Army?"

Hanniu took the parchment, shook open and scanned the names of soldiers from all the battalions and teams of the New Min Army Corps, and grinned: "No, the specific matters of the army's war are not what I should care about. Do your business well. The war is about to come. I will wipe your butts, and you will beat the enemy hard. Each has its own division of labor."

The Guards from Baigang arrested no less than 30 New Minister Army officers with more than 30 team leaders, including five squad leader and some savage recruits who jumped into the camp, and nearly a hundred people were arrested.

In the northern border, the flag of the Gripen Guards represents Lynn's will. Killing has no psychological barriers to them. The soldiers not only regard killing as a task, but also regard it as glory. Especially after being attacked and shot several Guards soldiers who were responsible for capturing on the list by the fierce savage recruits with crossbow arrows, the massacre was carried out even more thoroughly.

So much so that the camp of thousands of people from the New Min Army was silent on the night when Hanniu arrived.

Puff puff puff!

Three small black arrows flashed like shadows, and when the light of the torch swayed like ghosts, the three savage recruits surrounding the instructor of the New Minister Army, Thormond, suddenly stiffened their bodies, and arrows pierced across the necks of the three of them at the same time. The small black arrows, although not long, were more than enough to shoot their necks!

A clearing suddenly appeared around Tormond.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall, and the blood-dripping dagger made an attacking posture.

"Shieldman!" A monkey-like shout rang out, "Shieldman, those damn White Harbor Guards came with crossbowmen."

The shield player is not the one who is on the front line.

According to the rules of the New Minister Army, shields will not be distributed to soldiers who do not have duty tasks in the camp, so this group of wild soldiers who tried to resist had almost no shield in their hands. Everyone had helmets, armor, legs, long swords, short swords, daggers, steel spikes.

The anxious savage began to retreat, and more than a dozen corpses or partners who were moaning on the ground after being shot in the open space of the camp.

Thormond looked horrified, knowing what kind of incident he was involved in. He wanted to go out and explain to the people of the Gripen Guards that he was not treason. Although many of them wanted to defect, he just wanted to ask his brothers for the slaughter of the hard-footed people.

When Hanniu led the Gripen Guards to the New Minister Army's headquarters, Tormond encountered something, but he still believed that the Lord of the North would not go too far with the war. At least he did not advocate defection, but just wanted a senior legion general who said that would not be the target of killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

However, the current giant killer Tomund face was as pale as a piece of white paper. His voice was like a word of ice, "Call out, we are not rebel soldiers, I will explain to Commander-in-Chief William in person."

However, another voice soon wiped out his fantasy, "Tormond, don't be stupid, we are rebels. As recruits and instructors of the New Minister Army, can't you remember our military rules?"

Tormond's face was gloomy and terrible, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Of course, he remembered every military rule, but he never felt that these rigid military laws would be implemented so ruthlessly.

"Article 14 of the New Minister Army Code disrupts the morale of the army, no mercy will be killed."

In the empty camp, there were only 30 to 40 new soldiers who were still fighting with beasts. Outside was the black Gripen Guards. Some people kept shouting the 14th Military Law outside the camp. Every time they shouted, they were accompanied by arrows flying into the camp.

The tribal brothers around Tommond fell down, and at this moment he was filled with regret.

Fortunately, I don’t know which tent I found the only shields.

With a shield, you are not afraid of the other party's crossbow.

The shields equipped by the New Minister Army were issued according to the armaments of each division of the Gripen Army. They were of first-class quality. The triangle shield rectangular shield round shields are oak and iron covered with edges.

The arrows were blocked by shields, and the law-enforced Gripen Guards began to rush into the camp, and the trapped New Min soldiers fought back. At this time, they no longer cared whether it was right or wrong. It was everyone's instinctive belief to survive.

When Tormond raised the hammer and killed a guard soldier, he regretted it.

It is easy to kill one person, but it immediately becomes the mortal enemy of the Gripen Guards.

The only companion is the wall that is tightly attached to the back.

The opponent's magic arrow began to approach. At such a close distance, even the shield soldiers around him could not block every angle. With just one arrow, I would probably explain it here.

Fortunately, the trapped savages had the last room to struggle. Under the cover of their shields, the living began to slowly retreat to the deepest part of the camp, and over the mud behind them, and they could finally extend from Holwood City to the tributary of the Broken Branch River in Ram Gate.

The five shields were stacked up and down, which was the result of Tormond's training in Winterfell. In this way, the crossbow on the opposite side lost its final goal.

If it weren't for such a dilemma, Tormond would have even been proud of it.

Facing a shield, unless the long bow is shot, the long arrows are dense like rainstorms, and the sharp and powerful arrows shoot through the shield, and the arms locked on the shield, together with the shield and the arms.

Shield soldiers will also be a disaster when facing dense longbow shooting rain. They will have no worries about their lives, but the pain of the shield and arms being penetrated by arrows is also a disaster for the shield players!

Next time, be sure to bring a shield.

Mercenaries who are used to using shields usually carry their shields on their backs, just like the long sword on their waists.

Shields, long swords, daggers and steel spikes are the complete set of equipment that a mercenary should have.

Tormond finally felt how important it is to have a wide shield.

If you don't die this time, even if you are not used to using shields and refuse to bring them, you will still be a partner with the shield soldiers.

The wild people began to keep not retreating.

The guard soldiers led by Hanniu calmed down the formation without panic and advanced steadily. Behind the same shield were rows of guard white cloaks.

"Tormond, don't resist stubbornly. This will not do you any good. Being judged by military law as dignified as a man. Don't you know that what you did is actually bringing more stains to all the savage tribes?"

Behind Hanniu, the voice of the Legion Army judge was emotional, and it was so cold that it was hard to get ice.

Tormond turned around and vaguely saw countless cold arrows facing him who were poking his head out. Tormond's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly lowered his head, without any doubt that he would be shot to death if he didn't retract his head back to the next beating.

The calmness of the judge and the indifference in his tone seemed to be born with no intention, but it made people dare not doubt his murderous intention at all.

Since staying in the New Minister Army for a long time, Tormond has learned how cold-blooded and ruthless these people transferred from the Gripen Army's direct lineage are. When it comes to killing people, they have no emotional fluctuations, as if they are killed and drinking water.

Moreover, these people's words have never been a threat, just like the shouting at this moment, Tormond knew that the other party was not just talking casually.

Tormond survived in the cruel and icy environment outside the Great Wall since he was a child. He shot archery and hunted each other with savages from different villages or tribes. These are all his life.

In order not to be killed by other stronger savages, he must be more cruel, faster, more knowledgeable about stealth and hiding, more cruel and more ruthless in the ghost forest.

However, even so, his murder is still not half as good as the pure Gripen soldiers.

"Surrender or die!" The words of the military judge echoed in Tormond's ears.

While retreating, Tommond looked at the shield team of the Gripen Guards step by step through the shield behind him, and responded loudly: "Will surrender die? If I want to be executed, I might as well pull a few people on the back!"

"I won't die," Hanniu's voice sounded, "When I came from Baigang, Lord Lin En said that some people don't have to die, but he must have a reason to reassure the adults."

Thormond found it incredible and unbelievable. There was such a good thing. Could it be that the Lord of the North looked at me differently? How could this be possible? It was impossible, it was impossible! But he heard his voice saying, "Okay, I surrender."

No matter how absurd it sounds, I still believe without hesitation that the guard leader of Lynn is personally guaranteed.

Because this is also his only hope of living.

Thormand was burly, with strong legs, as quick as a cat, and had a few flashes of figure. He knocked away the shield soldier who had just been covering him, and ran towards the direction of the guards.

"I've long known that Tormond's Donkey Day is unreliable." A savage voice cursed behind the scattered shield.

"Kill all the dogs in the north and catch Tormond." A voice shouted firmly.

The rebellion of the companions made these wild people who were trying to find a glimmer of life in desperate situations completely violent.

"I want to hang Tormond with my own hands!" Another voice was filled with resentment and hatred.

However, their rage may only be vented in the afterlife.

The three rows of spearmen broke away from the shield soldiers, causing a moment of riots, and quickly met the rebels, New Min soldiers who were now organizing their formation.

A cracking sound of bone shattering sounded clearly. A soldier's arm suddenly pierced the bone and was dragged to the ground, and was trampled by a whole team of soldiers' iron boots. The soldiers next to him had no time to hold the shield that had just been knocked out, and his neck was pierced by a spear. The neck armor was instantly sunk, and blood from his throat was gushing out, making him unable to speak...

At the same time, the partners around the deceased fell almost at the same time. Some of the leather leggings had their calves broken, some were shot in the abdomen, and some were directly trampled to death. The screams overwhelmed the angry curse...

Tormond, who had just run to Hanniu, turned his head and looked in horror in the direction where the shouts suddenly sounded. He was shaking, trembling, a little trembling, after saving his life from the God of Death.

"Is the gauze ready?" Hanniu asked Tomund viciously with a sharp-eared knife in his hand.

"What?" Tormond turned around again and was startled to see the sharp knife in Hanniu's hand. He almost instinctively wanted to resist the sword. His face turned pale. He then asked Hanniu reluctantly: "Sir, do you really need to be stabbed? Can you sprinkle some blood?"

"Is there any hero in this world who does not shed blood? A person who saves a fire or is a frustrated person is a guest of honor. If you want to gain a great harvest, you must suffer a lot. It doesn't matter. I just cut a few lightly."

"No, you have murderous aura in your eyes. You must be hating me for not dying. If you shake your hand, I will be finished. Let the law enforcement officer of the army do this. There is an executioner who specializes in the law enforcement team, and his hands are stable." Tormond was very smart.

The executioner of the law enforcement team in the New Ministry Legion was a great man from the north with a lot of eyes and a little black-eyed man. It is said that he was a butcher from the northern border of Shenlin Fort for a while. When the Iron Islanders invaded the northern border, they killed several iron species that entered his family. In the end, the number of iron people was too large. He ran away with his five-year-old son on his back and ran to the territory of Winterfell before he could be considered stable. Later, he heard that the New Ministry Legion recruited a thousand brave indigenous people from the northern border in Winterfell, and then settled his son in his relative's house and joined the army.

The executioner's skills were good. After a few blows, Thormond burst into blood all over his body, which scared Thormond so much that he used his fingers to press the wound. While shouting in horror, he wanted others to help him stop the bleeding.

Hanniu tsk twice and looked at it. He was much more ruthless than himself. However, the executioner's mother and wife were both dead at the hands of the iron people. In his opinion, as long as they were not in the northern aboriginal people, they were mostly aliens. Now they heard that these savage soldiers were treated so well and accounted for more than half of the New Min Army quotas. They were probably even more angry with these barbarians outside the Great Wall.

Hanniu did not intend to let Tormond go, but before he left, Lynn instructed that when he was clearing up new recruits with strangers, he should also set an example among the savages. Hanniu learned from the military judges around him that Tormond's position in the legion was the most suitable person to use to set a flag.
Chapter completed!