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"The beastman camp is just one thousand meters ahead. The beastmen are preparing for a duel."

Beastmen are the most combative race. When they are not at war with other races, they will carry out survival of the fittest within their own group.

This is a rare opportunity. If we launch an attack now, the beastmen will be caught off guard.

However, Mousse waved his hand. It was true that the Lord of Dread was eager to fight, but she had stronger tactical qualities.

Now is not an opportunity to start a war.

First of all, the beastmen are fighting and their morale is very high.

Secondly, the main force had just arrived here and had no idea of ​​the terrain and environment.

The elf ranger who came out of the Lauren Lauren Forest received the task of continuing to explore the way, this time to explore the situation around the entire arena.

Windlow also had a new mission, which was to provide food supplies to the idle mercenary army.

Each person gets a portion of delicious and fresh cured meat, as well as a glass of mellow liquor.

Before a war, soldiers must be well supplied and have their stomachs filled so that they can be full of morale and fighting spirit in subsequent battles.

"Not enough wine, the more the better."

Compared to what Wendlow did, Mousse won everyone's support with just one sentence.

Everyone will receive extra supplies of liquor, and this time they can drink it slowly without rushing into battle.

Outside the arena ahead, some beastmen immediately looked in the same direction.

They smelled the familiar scent in the air, the fine wine brewed by humans.

Beastmen are a race that loves alcohol, and the most difficult thing for them to get rid of is their dependence on alcohol.

This sweet smell can only prove one thing, another human caravan has entered the Drakenwald Forest.

However, the taste of the liquor was not strong, indicating that it was just a small imperial caravan avoiding customs taxes.

The fewer companions who knew this information, the better. Soon, a reconnaissance team consisting of dozens of beastmen quickly gathered and rushed towards the location of the liquor.

With a fierce rush, he could indeed smell the scent of human beings in front of him, but it was mixed with the smell of alcohol, making it difficult for the beastman to distinguish.

It was at this time that human mercenaries appeared.

They jumped out from the haystacks on both sides almost instantly, their bodies were covered with all kinds of strong-smelling plants, and various plant juices were smeared on their faces and exposed skin, so that the beastmen did not notice at all.

By the time they realized they were surrounded by sight rather than smell, the spears had already pierced their bodies.

The morale of the beastmen who were ambushed in the opposite direction collapsed immediately. When they wanted to escape from all directions and bring back the news of the human attack, their retreat routes had been completely cut off.

The elves were quicker than the beastmen and secured the retreat area first. Then they, together with the human mercenaries who caught up with them, beat all the beastmen to death with blunt weapons.

Dozens of beastmen were slaughtered, and no one on their side was injured. The morale of all human mercenaries was high.

This was Mousse's plan, and she knew exactly what to do to boost the morale of these low-level troops.

First, there is military pay and food.

The second is strong liquor and supervision.

The third and most important thing is continuous victory.

The victory may not be big, but it must happen. It would be best if it was a resounding victory with zero casualties on our side, which would give all human mercenaries a psychological hint of his own.

Our side is invincible, even the beastmen can be easily killed by humans.

In Windlow's eyes, the most important things to win a battle are equipment and resources.

But in the eyes of Mousse, a veteran dread lord, the victory or defeat of a battle is often decided in a moment, and what determines this moment is called morale.

As long as their morale and will are strong enough, a group of ordinary old farmers can pull a fully armed but unmotivated knight off his horse.

If morale and will are insufficient, even if a large group of trolls come out, they will be scared away by a few zombies.

Small victories must be accumulated before a big battle can really begin.

After all, a real victory is much more useful than the illusory Sigma.

Clean up the scene quickly and beat all the beastman captives to death with blunt instruments to avoid excessive killing and producing extra bloody smell that would alert the beastmen ahead.

“Everyone did a great job!”

After winning a victory, the entire human mercenary corps quickly identified Mousse's command system.

They no longer discriminated against Mousse because she was a woman, and showed their loyalty to the elf.

After all, when following the captain of the empire or other nobles, you may only become a discarded pawn or cannon fodder.

In the end, when the battle is won, the generals or electors will scold you for being unable to hold the line, or even point at your nose and scold you for not being able to hold the line.

But in the words of the elf woman in front of him, they are all elite human soldiers, and the morale boost brought by self-confidence is incalculable.

It can even boost morale more than if the emperor himself led everyone into battle.

They are just beastmen, but under the leadership of the elves, not only can they get military pay and eat meat, but they can also return with a great victory and even share the spoils!

I've heard from bards before that the highest king of the elves is called the Phoenix King. If Mousse wants to seize the throne of the Phoenix King, everyone is willing to lend her a helping hand.

As for Windlow, he was very honest and didn't say a word since entering the forest.

He doesn't have many advantages, but he is able to judge the situation and knows not to do things he is not good at, so he leaves professional matters to professionals.

Even though he was the one who accepted the mission from Elector Geisel and the elves, and was responsible for everything, he still chose to absolutely trust Mousse.

All the human mercenaries moved slowly forward step by step according to Mousse's layout.

Hiding the smell and body has completely surrounded the center of the arena.

The shield-bearing spearmen protected the archers and played the role of the backbone of the dark elf army - the shield-bowling crossbowmen.

At the same time, many soldiers were silently preparing arrows, placing them one after another.

"Fire! Shoot!"

The reason why the arrows were placed in a scattered manner was to facilitate quick ignition. When the first wisp of flame smoke rose into the air, the flaming arrows completely covered the beastman's arena at a parabolic angle.

Bows and arrows have no ability to penetrate armor, and may not even be able to penetrate the thick skin of the Beastmen.

But the beastmen are covered in hair, are unhygienic and are covered in dirt, making them the perfect ignition materials.