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Chapter 39 This is War (Part 1)

It was drizzling in the sky, but a group of people stood silently outside the town of Athens. They formed two square formations with spears in hand, staring at the man standing on the high platform without saying a word.

In contrast, the teams composed of slave traders were too scattered.

The mercenaries were holding various weapons and scattered into several groups, whispering to each other and looking at Murphy standing in the center from time to time.

Marvel at how young these Greek lords are!

The scattered formations and casual behavior gave people the impression of a chaotic mob. Even with weapons, it was difficult to make people feel intimidated.

This is the importance of discipline!

Sonorous!

Murphy pulled out the sharp sword from his waist. He looked at the two Greek infantry phalanxes in front of him and talked about the mobilization before the war: "People of Greece! Today, we have to take the initiative! Use the sharp blade to tell those beasts that we are Not bully lambs! Let them learn to fear with blood!"

This time the battle was almost certain to win, so Murphy didn't say anything too sensational.

He pointed his sword forward and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Two Greek infantry phalanxes, a total of 160 troops, stepped forward, and the 32-man general's guard spread out and galloped at the front of the team in two columns. Later, Murphy rode his horse and walked in the middle of the team with 11 Spartan heavily armed fanatic warriors following him. Because there were mercenaries gathered by slave traders to share part of the pressure, Murphy only brought two Greek infantry phalanxes this time. However, just to be on the safe side, he still brought along 11 surviving Spartan heavy-armed fanatic warriors with amazing combat capabilities!

With these fanatical Spartan warriors here, even if there are any unexpected changes, Murphy believes that they can be solved.

The Chinese army moved on, and the mercenaries on both sides also followed. Their team was messy, and some simple military training could not make them understand the importance of discipline, so as they moved forward, they stretched the team into a long and twisted formation.

This time the cooperation was all led by Lady Elizabeth, six slave traders, and a total of 572 mercenary teams.

Of course, the actual number of people is not just this.

In fact, there were more than a hundred small teams composed of adventurers and scattered mercenaries following the big army, ready to see if they could pick up two fish that slipped through the net.

Twenty silver coins for a living jackal, this value can already make everyone's heart beat.

Perhaps using silver coins to describe the feeling is not shocking. We can use a more convincing way of describing it.

In the southern plains, the ratio of gold to silver is 1:8, that is, 1 pound of gold is roughly equal to 8 pounds of silver. However, since most gold is in the hands of nobles, its circulation is not very ordinary, so most of the time, the currency used in transactions is silver. The weight of a silver coin is about half a tael. Of course, there is actually no half a tael because silver coins are minted according to the standard of 20 pieces per pound.

Twenty silver coins are one pound, and one hundred and sixty silver coins are eight pounds, which is equal to one pound of gold!

One pound is equal to nine taels, which is less than one kilogram, equal to eight living jackals.

This conversion ratio is equivalent to eight ordinary jackal slaves being equal to one pound of gold! ! !

How could such attractive profits not make those mercenaries salivate?

(In terms of casting specifications, in order to facilitate calculations, the noble council reduced the size of gold coins. Although the ratio of gold to silver is 1:8, in terms of value, ten silver coins are still equal to one small gold coin.)

The Greek infantry marched in twenty columns of four, with neat steps and strict discipline along the way, without any utterance.

But those mercenaries couldn't do the same. As they moved forward, they were swaying and thinking about their own things. From time to time, there were laughter and curses from the team, which made Murphy frown! Some undisciplined mercenaries even complained about why they had to attack on a rainy day. Wouldn't it be better to wait until the weather cleared to deal with those jackals?

When he heard this sentence, Murphy almost wanted to whip him to death with a riding crop!

What do you think this is?

you idiot! This is war! It will kill people!

It is precisely because of the rain that furry animals like gnolls don't like to get wet in the rain, so we can push into their gathering place as much as possible. If the weather is clear, with your discipline, you will be spotted by them even from a kilometer away!

Murphy frowned. With the discipline of the mercenaries, it was no wonder that they could not gain any advantage in the battle with the jackals. With such a messy combination, it's amazing if you can't help but mess up in the battle!

He raised his whip!

Show no mercy!

He whipped a whip with his backhand on the face of a mercenary who was about twenty-five years old and kept complaining!

‘Click’ sound!

The mercenary held his face and screamed and fell to the ground.

There was an eerie silence all around, and the mercenaries were stunned. Then they stared at Murphy angrily, shouting loudly, but did not dare to take a step forward because they were afraid of the terrifying breath of the Spartan heavy-armed fanatical warriors.

They belonged to the subordinates of the slave traders, not Murphy's subjects. Murphy's move of whipping the mercenaries made them full of anger!

"Call those slave merchants over." Murphy's eyes were cold and his hand was on the hilt of his sword, while the Greek infantry quickly dispersed and surrounded hundreds of angry mercenaries with a total of 160 people!

The general's guards dispersed on horseback, and the javelins were held in their hands. An invisible intimidation made the mercenaries' palms sweat, and they did not dare to move.

Soon, several sweaty slave traders came over on horseback.

When they came here, they received orders from the Noble Council to make friends with these outsiders who called themselves "Greeks" as much as possible. From the information provided by Lady Elizabeth, the noble council learned that this nation is very combative. In this era when mankind is in crisis, having a human ally with strong combat effectiveness is undoubtedly a very reliable thing!

Therefore, the noble council would not hesitate to send a batch of equipment to please Murphy.

Faced with double the strength of the Jackals, they were able to achieve a complete victory. This kind of combat effectiveness was only as strong as that of the heavy-armed elite infantry of human city-states!

It is precisely because of understanding this that Murphy is not polite to these slave traders at all.

He did not beat around the bush and told these slave traders directly that he needed to improve their discipline. Fighting the jackals with such a chaotic combination would only cost them a few more heads. Soon, the slave merchants' personal guards walked into the team with whips. They used whips to beat the mercenaries who had cursed Murphy, and they stopped only when they no longer dared to glare at Murphy!

This kind of mercenaries do not have much status at all, and their origins are very humble. If they rebel or anything like that, their families will all be turned into slaves or sent to the gallows!

Seeing that the time was right, Murphy galloped around the team.

He raised the sharp sword in his hand high, and the general guards surrounded him, and an invisible pressure filled the air.

"Listen!" Murphy shouted, pointing his sword at these mercenaries who dared to be angry but dare not speak.

"I don't care who you took orders from in the past. Today! Now! You are my soldiers!" Murphy roared, his voice full of majesty. He looked down at these mercenaries, and then pointed at the mercenaries who would use one-third of the number to defeat them. The Greek infantrymen they surrounded said solemnly: "My soldiers! You must understand what discipline is!!!"

"Discipline! It is the soul of an army! It is the key to victory!"

Murphy raised his hand, and the Greek infantry phalanx roared and stepped forward. The neat and dull steps made the mercenaries' faces turn pale, and they couldn't help but feel a little shocked in their hearts!

"Today, I will train you how to become an excellent warrior! Soldier!" Murphy looked around and said solemnly: "But!"

"If anyone disobeys orders, he will not dare to move forward in the face of the enemy!"

"My general guards will chop off their heads with their own hands!"

Sonorous!

The knights of the general's guard drew their sharp swords and galloped their horses around the team. The galloping hooves of the horses made the throats of these mercenaries who had not experienced real war become dry and speechless.

Murphy withdrew his sword. He looked at the slave traders beside him who were wiping their sweat, and said calmly: "This is war, not trade."

The leading slave traders were stunned for a moment, then nodded as if they had some understanding.