.War is the best catalyst for civilization, and this is an absolute truth that is universally applicable.

Military technology that concerns the life and death of the country and the country is the most rapidly spreading technology from ancient times to the present, no one... The reason is simple. How can a stubborn nation that refuses to learn advanced military technology be qualified to survive in this cruel world where the strong prey on the weak?

Naturally, the leap forward of military civilization will also dramatically drive the development of all aspects of society...

The Incas entered the civilization era only a thousand years since they ate raw meat and drank blood. Although these guys were extremely backward compared to the Feren continent's powers in society and culture. However, after they were very unlucky to collide with the brutal elves colonization, they could survive tenaciously until now. This fact shows that the Incas are definitely not ignorant nations who are not enterprising. If they don't have a stick that is still acceptable, this nation will probably have turned to ashes in the face of the genocide policy of the elves kingdom.

Unfortunately, most members of the Giant Bear Legion only understood this truth after meeting Tkumse. Before this, these arrogant "civilized people" always looked at people with their heels, thinking that they were "savage from the civilized world", while the other party was "primitive tribe and fat sheep" who "silly people are easy to cheat".

The initial landing location of the Xiangrui, the dilapidated and poor Xipan Port, which was not even a grass, also gave them the illusion that the so-called Inca rebels were just a group of rude barbarians wearing animal skins and grass skirts, holding maces, bone spears and stone axes. **** Even if the communication with the outside world changed them, at most, a few collars and their confidants were equipped with several old-fashioned muskets...

But under the command of the Inca king Tecumse, the famous "Immortal Bird", everyone saw a typical modern mixed army: musketeers equipped with bayonets, pike soldiers used to cover ground lances, savages and pistols, small field guns with light and flexible small field guns, rough but strong large iron golem, indigenous combat priests who replaced the magicians, snipers in camouflage uniforms, agile and ingenious Japanese ronin death squads... and a group of officers with rough and barbaric appearance, but very flexible and meticulous minds.

Although most of them equipped with relatively backward front-mounted smoothbore guns, bayonets are the antique styles that stuff the handle directly into the muzzle. But overall, except for skin color and clothing, these armies are almost no different from the conventional troops of the Naserel Empire, and they are completely different from the "ancient army of the barbaric kingdom". Even more than that - the sharp murderous aura that is actually true is definitely not comparable to that of the common colonial militia in Feili in the past, and even most regular imperial troops.

Only veterans who have experienced many battles can truly possess the temperament of local soldiers!

That is the ideal and sense of mission that only a few powerful soldiers have had in history!

It is repeatedly tempered between life and death, blood and fire, and combines a complex spiritual combination of courage, courage, wisdom, loyalty and national honor.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Although this kind of thing is illusory and invisible, it is the biggest sign that distinguishes the ace army from ordinary army--that is the soul of an army.

There is a lack of supplies. You can try to raise money; you can buy it with poor weapons; you can study abroad for training if you are backward in technology... However, this kind of self-dedication to the country, indomitable fighting spirit, flexible and flexible experience, united cohesion, and confidence that I am invincible can't be piled up no matter how much money you have.

In the battle for Arctic Port last year, the 13-state coalition of the New Naserel Thirteen State Army was scattered. Even though it had ten times the strength of the land, twenty times the firepower, and local combat advantages. In addition to the poor quality of officers and soldiers, the colonies may not be inferior in military technology.

However, since there is no command system that can give full play to these advantages, there is no strong leader who can unite the entire army, and a group of big men who are busy destroying each other all day long... As a result, this seemingly powerful army was defeated by a mere desolate beach outside the Arctic Harbor by a mere thousand second-rate troops of the elves who were expeditioning.

Although the final result of the Dune Battle was that the colonial side won a miserable victory. However, in the eyes of any military expert who had not been bought in advance, such victory was actually no different from a complete failure.

At the same time, the Inca army under Tkumse was able to take the initiative to attack, constantly defeating the elves with far more troops than their own, and seize large tracts of land and towns. Even more than a month ago, the situation of the war had reversed.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ They still firmly guarded their capital under the continuous attacks of ten times their enemies, almost dragging down the opponents of the long-term war division.

In front of this elite soldier who has a soul that transcends the times and has achieved a record of leading the world, the Giant Bear Legion, which is still full of half-baked habits, is really pale in comparison.

As soon as we met, the original superiority of "salvation from the civilized world" of the people on the Xiangrui Cast collapsed in an instant. Instead, they were careful in their words and deeds.

They simply treated their class teachers with the attitude of primary school students. They almost responded to Tkumsei and did not even dare to show off their airs, for fear of annoying them. No matter how they looked at them, they should go backwards to save their indigenous allies, causing the alliance to fail and they could not afford to take advantage of it.

Such an excessively low attitude will naturally damage Naserel's image as a great country and will not be conducive to the subsequent diplomatic negotiations - making an alliance is like marrying a daughter. If the parents are too anxious to marry their daughter, they naturally don't have to expect to receive enough betrothal gifts. Moreover, the relatives of the parents must be mentally prepared. When will the man make all kinds of reasonable or unreasonable additional requests be made if the man fails.

However, diplomacy is just an art of telling lies. It is about playing tricks, competing for strength, and comparing shamelessness. Any tough and high posture must have corresponding strength as a trump card and backing.

And what kind of trump card and backing do you have under the command of Feili, the commander of the volunteer army?

A giant armed transport ship with weak firepower; a group of pyramid schemes tricked them. *** wasted militia who thought about wealth all day long; a group of beasts were boiling all day long, and a sense of justice was fully opened. But unorganized and disciplined black-skinned violent women; and several otaku priests and magicians who had no physical strength, no courage, no dedication, and serious lack of combat experience; and finally, two great arcane masters who were powerful but not very obedient...

Even the mascot of this legion and the hand-to-hand combat ace, the unlucky bear troop, who was once relied as the backbone, disappeared completely when the last time he disbanded. Only Mr. Druid Winnie was a bare captain. A considerable number of members were shot black by the "former colleagues" who were greedy for bear skin and generous... It was so cold-blooded! Where did the love of a comrade go?

Such a super miscellaneous army with a patchwork of uneven and uneven lines, and its backbone was removed. In front of these Inca Uprising Army, which had complete military services, well-trained and well-deserved military achievements, it was as ridiculous as a playmaker. In this way, the poor waist of the commander, Fili, naturally, could not be hard even if he wanted to.

"Col. Taylor!"

After pondering for a long time, Tecumse turned around and asked Feri with a frown, with a clear tone of blame.

"When will the artillery of your unit be in place? My young men have been waiting for a long time!"

"Ah. I'm very sorry." Looking at his subordinates running around like headless flies on the ground, Feili wiped the cold sweat from his head and explained hurriedly, "They just fired cannons on the warships.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Although I had agreed with Tkumse beforehand that the volunteers would not need to join the war directly. But when I saw a bloody battle was about to break out, I was staying aside and watching the scenery. The Naserier officers and soldiers who were still ashamed of the martial arts bravery were still ashamed. With the blood of the beasts boiling, they actually clamored to ask for battle to Feili. The poor commander of the fake girl was one and two big ones---Which coward was crying and shouting to me before, begging me to stay in the sky to make soy sauce? When I was with my face to communicate with my allies, you ignorant bastards came to blame me again. What did you say that you would not give you a chance to show... Alas, it was tolerant. Who wouldn't bear it!

Of course, the army has the will to fight, which is a good thing. But if these three-minute hot guys are really sent to the war... Not to mention how to cooperate with strange friendly forces, even if their courage will quickly shrink from tigers to rats when they see blood, play escape at the battle or pretend to be sick and die, destroy a series of seemingly important things such as the image of the country and the honor of the army...

When Fili thought of these terrible consequences, he felt cold and palpitations.

However, morale can be boosted and suppressing it alone is not a solution. Finally, Feili pinched her nose and chose dozens of "amateur gunners" who claimed to have finished learning the "Imperial Army Artillery Practice", and then moved out the large-caliber bronze artillery that had lost its gun position due to the transformation of the hull and was currently in a sealed state, so that they could provide fire support to friendly forces...

I don’t expect you to charge by hand. There is no danger of firing artillery across a bunch of people! Feili could see clearly from the ship that there were not many long-range artillery guns on the opposite side.

Unfortunately, even for such a "safe" job, those who only know how to brag and make money cannot do well.

"I know all the truths you said! But they moved the cannons so repeatedly that they messed up our army's formation! What's this for? Is it fun?" Tkumse interrupted Feiri's explanation impatiently and pointed to the wriggling crowd on the ground and questioned.

Looking along his fingers, Feili vaguely saw several pale-faced magicians driving iron cockroaches, and groups of dwarf artillery were carrying ammunition and wheelbarrows... Since most of the weak magicians have not recovered from altitude sickness and there are not enough people to operate iron cockroaches, Mr. Druivini was also arrested. At present, the big furry black bear was fighting against a cannon on his left shoulder, a howitzer was on his right shoulder, and a shotgun was on his head, swaying slowly in the crowd with a relaxed expression, as if he was walking. The officers and soldiers of the Inca rebel army were stunned, and their eyes and chins fell all over the ground.

These guys squeezed out the dense Inca military formation and left crooked stamps among the indigenous soldiers who were waiting for the battle. They just found a place to place the artillery, and then loaded the car and set it on the way. For this reason, the Inca officers responsible for on-site command had to repeatedly adjust the interfered team, and mobilized troops to set up artillery positions for them, and they were busy for a while.

"Your Majesty, I can explain the reasons for the slow movement of our army..."

"Your Excellency, the elector of the Magic Goddess, don't tell me that the artillery soldiers under your command are not qualified in ballistics, so you can't find a suitable shooting position!" Tecumsey rolled his eyes and said with some amusement.

Uh... your vision is really vicious! These "artillery" of mine are temporarily arrested. Even the key ballistic calculation courses were repaired on the ship with the master who also belonged to the three-legged cat. This is the first time to practice it!

Feili muttered so much in her stomach, but she didn't dare to tell the truth, so she had to haha ​​and just talk casually.

"Sorry, sorry, our army's actions have been slower, but we always have to work slowly before we can do meticulous work, right? Besides, time is also on our side------Look, under the bombardment of our main gun, the enemy's positions have begun to be in chaos..."

Listening to Feili's mouth full of Hu Chai, Tkumse glanced at him with some displeasure, as if he had already seen through the essence of this super miscellaneous army. But this calm monarch was still well-educated and did not say it out loud, but issued an ultimatum to these incompetent young master soldiers and their supreme leaders.

"I can only give you another quarter of an hour! After a quarter of an hour, no matter whether your artillery is in place or not, I must attack! I hope your troops will do their best. Don't forget that the Neser scrolls you want are also in the ruins of the Temple of Time!"
Chapter completed!