THE FIGHT TO BE KING
CHAPTER 137: NEW TEAM
Night in Folk City.
After the city of Folk fell into the hands of the enemy, the residents of neither Orcs nor goblins dared to leave their homes. After all this was a war, if the enemy forces suddenly started killing the residents then they could not fight back in the slightest. Therefore, most of the residents remained hidden in their homes for the whole day.
At night, the situation in the city became increasingly silent with no one on the streets of Folk City except for the Myro troops who were on guard around the city.
After all, Myro has just captured this city, there is a possibility that the enemy will return to attack which makes the guard must be increased. Especially when the population rebelled, Myro had to be careful in enemy territory.
Although Myro had already captured Folk City, the residents here were not humans so they must have been difficult to accept Myro's existence as a leader. So, the possibility of a rebellion is very large.
In the largest house in Folk City, although this house is still a big loss to Villa Myro in Loth City.
Myro was lying on the main bed, the Praetorian Guard stood guard throughout the building as well as Lopen directly standing in front of Myro's bedroom door. As long as something strange happened to Myro, Lopen could instantly move.
Myro looked at the ceiling of his room while thinking, although Myro's body was tired but he felt he could not rest. They were in enemy territory, not to mention there was still a long war before their eyes, this made Myro very worried.
Previously, they could win from 10,000 Orc-Goblin Kingdom troops due to assistance from weapons made by Torn such as javelins, spears, and assisted Phalanx Formation.
But they were now in the snowy territory and were the enemy's place of power, it was very difficult to use javelin throwing in the middle of the snow territory, even the Mongol Cavalry arrows became less effective. Ren had indeed prepared a plan to use the Folk City army as a shield, but Myro knew the war this time would most likely cause many casualties on his side as well.
As Myro was busy worrying about their steps forward until he almost fell asleep, the writing of the World in Myro's hands shone.
Sensing the change in the World, Myro immediately sat on his bed.
Then, Myro looked at the writing of the World in his hand, an information appeared on Myro's head.
"Because I've successfully carried out an attack on the territory of another kingdom, not with others like the prince anymore. Besides I also managed to capture a city, the World gave me the opportunity to summon 1 type of army with an unknown number as well as a general whose level is also unknown?", muttered Myro after getting information from the World.
Not long after, Myro's face became delighted. Although the number and type of troops summoned was unknown, as well as the general who led his troops, but Myro was sure the existence of this new army must have helped him greatly.
Mongol cavalry, Praetorian Guard, Knights, which of all these troops is not an elite army?
As Myro stood up from his bed and planned to leave to call the new troops, Myro stopped his footsteps. He suddenly recalled that it was now very night, it was not good to call in a new army now.
It was better to wait until tomorrow morning before starting the call, he also had to tell Falka and Ren to observe the newly summoned troops.
Thinking of all that, Myro again lay on his bed feeling excited towards the troops he could summon tomorrow.
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Myro woke up early in the morning when the sun had not yet risen, although Myro's eyes were red and he looked like a sleep-deprived person, Myro did not care at all.
However Myro did not know how many troops he summoned this time, it was better to be careful.
Myro tells Lopen to call Falka, Retya and Ren come to his house. As the house of the richest man in Folk City, the house of the mayor, this place has a fairly large place. There is no problem calling 2000 troops even in the field of this house.
Walking towards the field covered in snow, Myro sighed in the form of white steam. The temperature in this place is too cold, let alone the sun has not yet risen which makes the temperature of Folk City still very low.
Actually Myro felt cold as well, but he was too eager to call new soldiers so he did not care much about the cold.
Not long after, Falka, Retya and Ren came with Lopen to the field.
Falka did not wear warm clothes on her body at all, this snow weather seemed to be unable to make Falka cold.
Seeing Myro in the middle of the field, Ren walked over to "Master, why don't you rest for longer? Your face looks tired. Are you worried about getting the prisoners to cooperate with us? Then you don't have to worry, Ren has already resolved this matter".
Myro waved his hand "I'm not worried about the matter, I know you can definitely do it. I called you here for another reason, at this time a new army will be called back. I don't know what kind of troops are being summoned as well as the numbers, but the presence of new troops must have helped us greatly in this war".
Hearing what Myro said, everyone's faces shone. Now was their most difficult situation, so the appearance of additional troops must have been a great help as long as they were loyal to Myro.
Without wasting any more time, Myro extended his hand forward.
The writing of the World in Myro's hands shone, but the light was not so bright that it would not attract too many people.
Not to mention that the mayor's house is currently being fully guarded by the Praetorian Guard in cooperation with the Mongol Cavalry, no one is allowed to approach because the World is Myro's greatest secret and weapon.
"I hope the troops that appear are infantry" Ren murmured, now they need more infantry than cavalry.
The cavalry were not suited to snatching the fortress that had the city walls from the earth, the horses they used had no advantage against the city walls which made the cavalry more suitable to fight in the vast field.
Therefore, the existence of the troops Myro needed now were infantry.
The light in Myro's hands began to dissipate, the figure of about 1000 troops marching in an orderly manner in front of Myro.
These soldiers wore iron helmets that covered almost all of their heads except in the face, a rectangular shield in their hands and a sword in the other hand.
But what attracted Myro most was not their equipment, but a flag with the shape of a golden eagle in the middle of the army.
When talking about the troops carrying the golden eagle flag, Myro could only think of 1 army, the Roman Legion.