Chapter 39: This is a war (Part 1)

It was drizzling in the sky, but a group of people outside the Athenian town stood silently, holding spears in two square formations, staring at the man standing on the platform without saying a word.

In contrast, the teams of slave merchants were too scattered.

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

Amazing at how young these Greek lords are!

The scattered formation and casual manners give people the feeling of being a chaotic mob, and even with weapons, it is hard to make people feel afraid.

This is the importance of discipline!

Sharp!

Murphy pulled out the sword at his waist. He looked at the two Greek infantry phalanxes in front of him and said the mobilization before the war: "Greek people! Today, we must take the initiative to attack! Use sharp blades to tell those beasts that we are not bullying lambs! Use blood to let them learn to be afraid!"

This battle can almost be said to be a must-win, so Murphy did not say too sensational words.

He pointed his sword ahead and said in a deep voice: "Set out!"

Two Greek infantry phalanxes, an army of 160 people, stepped forward, and the general guards of thirty-two were scattered, galloping in front of the team in two rows. Then, Murphy drove a horse and walked in the team with 11 Spartan heavy-armed fanatic warriors following behind him. Because the mercenaries gathered by slave merchants shared some of the pressure, Murphy only brought two Greek infantry phalanxes this time. However, to be on the safe side, he still brought 11 surviving Spartan heavy-armed fanatic warriors with amazing combat power!

With these Spartan fanatical warriors here, Murphy believes that it can solve it even if there are any unexpected variables.

The central army started to move, and the mercenaries on both sides followed. Their team was messy, and some simple military training did not make them understand the importance of discipline. Therefore, as they moved forward, they pulled the team long and formed a crooked, one-line snake formation.

This time the cooperation was led by Mrs. Elizabeth, with six slave merchants, and a total of 572 mercenary teams.

Of course, the actual number of people is not the only one.

In fact, there is a small team of adventurers and scattered mercenaries with more than one hundred people following the army, preparing to see if they can pick up two fish that missed the net.

Twenty silver coins are alive. This value can already make everyone moved.

Perhaps it is not shocking to describe the feeling of silver coins, so we can change to a more convincing way of describing it.

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

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

One pound is equal to nine taels, less than one pound, and eight living zombies.

This conversion ratio is equivalent to eight ordinary zombie slaves, which is equivalent to one pound of gold!!!

How could such an attractive profit not make the mercenaries salivate?

(In terms of the specifications of minting, for the sake of calculating, the noble council reduced the volume of the gold coins. Although the ratio of gold and silver is 1:8, in terms of value, ten silver coins are still equal to one small gold coins.)

The Greek infantry were in line with four men and twenty rows, and the steps along the way were neat and disciplined, without any slight lingering sound.

But those mercenaries couldn't do this. When they moved forward, they were all in their own way, and they also laughed out from the team from time to time. Murphy frowned! Some mercenaries with disorganized discipline even complained about why they attacked on rainy days and waited until the sky cleared before going to deal with the werewolf?

When he heard this sentence, Murphy almost wanted to kill him with a whip!

What do you think is this?

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

It is precisely because of the rain that the lushly haired animals like werewolf do not like to get wet into the rain that we can push into their gathering place as much as possible. If the weather is sunny, you will be discovered by them even if you are so disciplined one kilometer away!

Murphy frowned. No wonder the mercenaries had no advantage in fighting with the zombies. Such a messy combination would be enough to be able to get rid of the situation in the battle.

He raised his whip!

No mercy!

With a backhand, he whipped the face of a mercenary who kept complaining that he was about twenty-five years old!

A 'Pick' sound!

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

The surroundings were strangely quiet, and the mercenaries were inexplicably shocked, and then they looked at Murphy with angry eyes, shouting loudly, but they did not dare to take a step forward because they were afraid of the terrible aura of the Spartan heavy-armed fanatic warrior.

They belonged to the subordinates of the slave merchants, not Murphy's subordinates, and Murphy's actions of whipping the mercenaries made them full of anger!

"Call those slave merchants here." Murphy's eyes were cold and his hands were pressed on the hilt of the sword, while the Greek infantry quickly dispersed and surrounded hundreds of angry mercenaries in a number of 160 people!

The general guards rode their horses and scattered, and the javelin was held in their hands. An invisible deterrence made the mercenaries sweat and dared not move.

Soon, several sweaty slave merchants rushed over on horseback.

When they came here, they received an order from the noble parliament to make friends with these self-made "Greek" outsiders as much as possible. From the information provided by Lady Elizabeth, the noble parliament learned that this nation is very combative. In this era of crisis in humans, it is undoubtedly a very reliable thing to have a human allies with strong combat effectiveness!

Therefore, the noble council would send a batch of equipment to please Murphy.

Faced with double the strength of the zombies, they can still win a great victory. This combat power is only stronger than the heavy-armed elite infantry of the human city-state!

It is precisely because of understanding this that Murphy is not polite to these slave merchants.

He did not beat around the bush and told the slave merchants directly that they would rectify their discipline. In such a messy combination, fighting with the werewolves was just to give away a few more heads. Soon, the guards of the slave merchants walked into the team with whips. They used the whip to beat the mercenaries who had cursed Murphy, and stopped until they did not dare to glare at Murphy again!

Such mercenaries do not have much status, they have a very low background. If they rebel or something like that, their families will all become slaves or be sent to gallows!

Seeing that the time was right, Murphy rode his horse around the line.

He raised the sword in his hand high, and the general guard surrounded him, and an invisible pressure filled his body.

"Listen!" Murphy shouted, pointing his sword at these mercenaries who dared not speak out.

"I don't care who you used to obey. Today! Now! You are my soldiers!" Murphy roared with majesty. He looked down at the mercenaries, then pointed at the Greek infantry who were about to surround them by one-third, and said in a deep voice: "My soldiers! You must understand what discipline is!!!"

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

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

"Today, I will train you how to be an excellent soldier! Soldier!" Murphy looked around and said in a deep voice: "But!"

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

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

Sharp!

The knights of the General Guard drew their swords and galloped around the team. The galloping horse's hooves made the mercenaries who had not experienced real war and could not speak.

Murphy took back his sword, and he looked at the slave merchants who were constantly wiping sweat around him, and said lightly: "This is war, not trade."

The slave merchants in the lead were stunned and nodded as if they had some clarity.
Chapter completed!