Shatar means conquest!

But desert robbers desecrated their ancestors' language and culture, and they now only plunder.

Two days after coming here, Thunder not only found out the habits and combat methods of desert robbers, but even bought a map around Farak from an officer.

Of course, the cost is not low. This kind of military map is made very finely. If Thunder had not been given the title of Viscount, the officer would not have sold it to him if he had eaten the courage of Bear Heart and Leopard.

After being idle for three days, the bell that summoned the bell suddenly rang.

Thunder rushed to the City Lord's Mansion without stopping, and the members of the group followed and waited outside the City Lord's Mansion.

After the servant's guidance, Lei Ting came to the living room of the City Lord's Mansion, which was full of people. When Lei Ting walked in, these people just glanced at him.

It can be clearly seen that these people were divided into two parts. The people sitting on the left row were all majestic, wearing luxurious clothes, with a noble style, and a medal representing their title on their chests.

These medals were wiped brightly by them, and they were erecting their chests, as if they were afraid that others would not see them.

Everyone sitting in the row on the right was full of energy. They were not as noble as a class, but they had fighting spirit. They were either wearing magic robes or heavy armor, and their eyes were bright.

Thunder saw clearly that the one on the left was the conscripted nobles, and the one on the right was the leader of the mercenary corps who wanted to make a fortune in the war.

Thunder didn't know how to gain a foothold for a moment. Logically speaking, he was also a viscount, but he was also the leader of the Lightning Hammer.

After thinking about it, Lei Ting asked the city lord and sat casually on the row of chairs on the left.

On the main seat is the Lord of Farak Dungeon and the garrison Lord Elland. Thunder looked carefully at the face of the garrison officer and found that there was no anxiety. Instead, there was a sense of excitement and joy. I think there should be something good about summoning everyone this time.

Standing beside him, Scott should be the deputy garrison officer.

These days, by inquiring about the earth information, Thunder summarized a fact. The city lord Elland did not have much ability. Instead, this deputy garrison officer Scott was extremely brave and far-sighted. He had the style of a general. The desert robbers repeatedly plundered and shattered by his troops.

In the last time he fought with the desert robbers, this deputy garrison officer was also very eye-catching.

"Boy, you're in the wrong position." Just as Thunder was observing the two, a disdainful voice suddenly came from beside him. He turned his head and saw the nobleman closest to him aiming at him, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and pointed at the opposite side and said, "The leaders of the mercenary group should be sitting there."

This sentence was silently not very loud in the living room. But it was enough for everyone to hear it.

Most of the nobles laughed and stared at the young man wearing a primary magic robe, wanting to see him look ugly.

Thunder did not wear the viscount's medal. Generally, he never put this thing on his chest and would only take it out when needed.

Thunder smiled and ignored him.

There was a mercenary leader on the opposite side, who waved to Thunder in a hidden way.

"This is a place where a noble can only sit, don't you know?" Seeing that Lei Ting didn't move, the noble frowned and asked relentlessly.

In this tense atmosphere of war, it is good to adjust one small thing. So those timid nobles who have never been on the battlefield all looked at Thunder with interest.

"Okay, this kind of thing doesn't matter." City Lord Elland spoke. "Early everyone is here."

The nobleman snorted coldly, twisted his head and quietly waited for the following words of the city lord.

Thunder shook his head slightly. It’s really big in the forest, and there are all kinds of birds.

"Let me talk about the battle plan this time." Deputy garrison Scott stood up and glanced at everyone with a bright look. "This time the mission is to sneak attack a village of desert robbers. Be sure to cut down all the things you can see in the activity! Although we have an army, the number is insufficient, so we need everyone's support."

"I'm willing to fight for Ceylon!" Everyone said politely.

Scott nodded with satisfaction: "The main force of this attack is the Farac Army. Although you are just assisting, you will also see the cruelty of the war. So I hope that all lords and the regiment commanders will order your subordinates to avoid any panic at that time. If the entire plan fails due to a small mistake, hum!"

Scott was not polite to anyone on this point. Although he did not mention the consequences, everyone understood that no one could bear this responsibility.

Thunder wanted to listen carefully to the plan, but unfortunately, neither the city lord nor Scott said it clearly, and only gave everyone a vague direction.

Think about it carefully, this is also true. No one will drag out the plan to some people they just met before the battle begins. No one can guarantee the loyalty of these people.

The execution time of the task is at dawn, and Scott must have wanted to treat the person with his own way.

The target only knows that it is a village with desert robbers. Time is at dawn. As for where the target is and how big it is, everyone is unsure of these.

The first combat meeting ended soon, and the city lord and deputy garrison officer gave everyone half an hour to gather together.

Soon, the Lightning Hammer Mercenary Group followed the army.

It is almost evening now, and the yellow city emits a blurred light under the setting sun.

Thunder looked up at the troops moving forward. The front was naturally Farak's defending army, neatly arranged, and did not make too loud noises when stepped on the desert, and the ones following behind were a little overwhelmed.

The militia brought by the nobles resisted the farm tools and were very scattered. This formation quickly attracted some whip from the officers. The officers who were riding on high horses held whips and sucked them down from time to time, beating the militia without discipline and organization to cry.

War does not believe in tears, and these shouts will only cause even more powerful whipping.

The nobles were naturally unhappy. Seeing that the militia they brought were beaten, one of them was not very sensible and rushed out to have an argument with an officer. The officer was furious and pulled the viscount off the horse.

The militiamen were in an instant. Seeing that their lord was bullied, everyone raised their weapons (90% were hoes and other things.)

"What happened?" Scott turned around, stopped at the place where the riot occurred, and looked down on the officer and viscount.

"He actually dared to beat a viscount! This is a blasphemy against the nobles. I want to report to the city lord, I want to report to the grand duke! You wait and see!"

The officer just looked at the viscount coldly and said nothing.

"Have he beat you?" Scott asked looking at the Viscount.

"Yes, sir." Viscount lifted his lichen and pointed to a red mark on the left rib. "Look, this is the evidence."

"Give me the whip." Scott extended his hand to the officer.

"Yes, beat him hard! I will forgive him for being rude!" The viscount was proud, the nobles were not the object of bullying at will.

"Bang!" Scott's whip whipped down, bringing a strong wind.

The viscount fell down in response.

Everyone was stunned, even Thunder was stunned.

The whip actually hit Viscount, and Thunder didn't seem to be Scott's mistake no matter how he looked.

This time the ground was very heavy, and the viscount also lifted up his clothes to show his evidence, exposing his flesh and blood to the air. Thunder clearly saw a wisp of blood splattering out.

Jue fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

Scott spitted hard on the ground and handed the whip back to the officer. He turned his head and looked around and shouted loudly: "Be careful. Here, you have no titles! No nobles! You are just a group of cowardly soldiers! A group of idiots who can't even walk on the road!"

Everyone was silent. They were a little scared and trembled.

"Who tell me what title he is? He serves with ten whips! Next door to Mary." Then Scott turned his head and scolded the officer fiercely, "I won't eat next time I'll try my best?"

"Yes, sir!" the officer looked ahead and replied in a serious manner.

This is the difference between aristocrats and an iron-blooded soldier! All the nobles have not realized that this battlefield is no longer a place to speak with their identities.

"This guy is killing a chicken to warn the monkey." Lei Ting saw through Scott's intention at a glance and said softly.

Lao Ka nodded and agreed.

For such a group of nobles and militias who had never been exposed to the battlefield or even had formations, discipline was irrelevant.

Scott just wanted them to understand what discipline is! So dying, the viscount hit the muzzle.

Sure enough, after a noble viscount was whipped, everyone no longer had the loose expressions they had before, and they all cheered up their spirits.

No one wants to be whipped, especially in public, which is so embarrassing.

The marching was rushing all the way, and at midnight, the first place was the nobles who couldn't stand it. They were spoiled and had never suffered such great pain. Moreover, the environment here was so harsh.

On the contrary, the militia, although they were tired, did not show much. They were used to being tired.

As for the mercenaries, they have been adventures in the wild all year round, and this small urgent marching is not difficult for them.

"Rest in place!" Scott gave the order, which made everyone feel relieved.

The accident happened again. Several militiamen wanted to make a fire and cook. Before the fire could start, they were pulled down by Scott.

Blood splattered in the desert, and everyone was panicking and silence like death.

"No fire is allowed, no loud voice!" Scott said.

Ruthless! Thunder can only give this person such an evaluation. He should notify this common sense in advance, but he did not do it. Instead, he let the two people tell everyone the mistake.

Although this will make the militia remember it more clearly, he is too cruel.

The nights in the desert are very cold, and fortunately I was notified before that everyone was asked to bring their clothes.

Under the bright moonlight, Scott grabbed a scorpion walking on the sand and put it directly into his mouth and started chewing it.

This scene caused several militiamen to come to the side and retching.

"This kind of thing tastes very good." Old Ka came to Thunder and handed the scorpion left in his hand to Thunder. "Young Master, do you want to try it?"

Thunder twisted his head stiffly and saw a scorpion leg on the corner of Carlos's mouth.

"Crack click..."

"Teacher..." Aijier stamped her feet and looked at Carlos angrily.

"These delicious meats are more energy-intensive than we carry with them," Carlos explained.

This sentence was heard by Scott not far away. The deputy garrison stood up and stared at him in front of Lao Ka. Carlos was still chewing on the desert scorpion, staring at him without looking sideways.

"Good." After a long time, Scott gave Lao Ka a thumbs up. "Whose person is this?"

"My." Thunder replied beside him.
To be continued...