Black Knight From Blue Star Chapter 387

Chapter 387 The atmosphere in the player's army is quite good

They are all cavalry, and they all carry spears, but only professionals are qualified to be called lancers.

Otherwise, it can only be called by military type, light cavalry or heavy cavalry.

Lancers are rare.

It is even more unlikely that hundreds of organized lancers would appear all at once.

But then Suotu immediately thought of a possibility.

“Undead Lancers.” He gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Benefiting from the different 'spawn points', players are scattered throughout the human world.

Their reputation will naturally be lost.

Many people know that everyone in the 'immortal' race is a professional, and only they can easily assemble a team of hundreds of lancers.

Just how did the generals on the opposite side control these rebellious undead people?

Soutu was puzzled.

He looked at the kneeling young general in front of him and sighed: "If there are really all lancers, I wouldn't blame you."

There is a qualitative difference between lancers and ordinary cavalry.

They are one man and a horse, and can summon heavenly war horses from the void. War horses are transformed from elements, not ordinary flesh and blood life.

At the same time, the endurance of this kind of war horse is much stronger than that of ordinary war horses.

Not to mention that as a professional rider, his own strength is stronger than ordinary people.

Therefore, it is not difficult to accept that the opponent used less to defeat more and successfully defeated their scout team at the cost of only a dozen people.

"Next, you continue to scout the enemy." Suotu thought for a while and said, "Be sure to find out the approximate number of enemies."

The young general of the scout team breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

Suotu thought for a while, and took advantage of the night to mobilize all the soldiers stationed in the city, and rebuilt the defense line based on the half-damaged city wall.

At this time, in Hadi's camp, Tiao Tiao looked at the soldiers in front with a pretty face.

She took a look at the battle report and said angrily: "More than a hundred lancers, with an average level exceeding LV4, fought against an ordinary scout team and lost more than a dozen people. Are you embarrassed?"

　　Seemingly feeling that she was a girl and not a strong enough deterrent, she clapped her hands heavily to emphasize that she was angry.

A group of lancers laughed in front of her.

"Smile, smile, just laugh!" Tiao Tiao roared: "It doesn't matter if you die, at most you will lose a lot of experience and your level will be lower. But the equipment on your body is very sophisticated standard equipment. If you die, It's hard to get it back if it's left on the battlefield!”

The Lancers could only laugh.

The other players watching the excitement laughed even more happily.

It's no wonder Tiao Tiao was so angry.

Each army has a 'military fund'.

The amount is given based on the quantity of troops and the quality of personnel.

How the battle went, how many people died, and how much compensation they received will all be deducted from this.

The rest belongs to the team commander Tiao Tiao.

So, every time a set of equipment is lost, it will be deducted from the spare treasury.

Women always regard future money as their own. The loss of more than a dozen people, several sets of leather armors and weapons, will cost more than two gold coins no matter what. After all, cavalry is more 'expensive'.

In other words, just for this conflict, she implicitly lost nearly 300,000 soft girl coins.

It's strange that she's not angry.

Hardy stood on a high platform not far away, listening to Tiao Tiao reprimanding the players, smiled slightly, and left.

Inspect other places.

He was not wandering around, but observing.

Look at those players who have better temperaments, are smarter, and are worth cultivating.

I have to say that the comprehensive nature of players is indeed higher than that of the locals in this world.

After all, they are all literate, have enough intelligence, and can learn anything very quickly. It is much easier to find talents among players than in this world.

Hadi walked for a while and returned to his handsome tent, where he saw Abner waiting outside.

When he saw Hadi, he immediately came over and said, "Lord, there are some things that I don't quite understand."

“Go in and talk.”

The two of them entered the commander's tent. Hardy sat on the felt and asked, "Is there any problem?"

“Just now, I chatted with a few chatty undead people for a while. They all disagreed with the nobles and kings. I was very angry, but I couldn't argue with them.”

Looking at Abner's confused expression, Hardy smiled: "Why are you arguing with them!"

"Why not debate?" Abner said strangely: "What they said makes sense."

Hardy smiled and said: "You have fallen into their trap. Their world is different from ours. They have a logical and self-consistent system. But it won't work here."

"But!"

"You go and tell them now: your world has no gods, no magic, and the national conditions are different. You have no practice, you are just talking on paper, empty talk and harming the country." Hadi said with a smile: "Just keep repeating these few sentences. Those words will definitely make their noses crooked.”

Abner looked at Hardy, doubtful, but went out anyway.

Not long after, he trotted back and said excitedly: "Lord, you are really amazing. As expected, their faces turned green with anger."

Hadi laughed, then waved his hand and said: "Go and rest, we will start a war tomorrow."

Abner nodded and left the commander's tent.

Now he is more convinced of Hardy.

Hadi is obviously one year younger than him.

Waiting until the next morning, the players started cooking at an extremely fast speed.

Made a quite hearty breakfast.

Hardy is sitting on the table, holding fried dough sticks with chopsticks like the players, and drinking soy milk with the other hand.

Having not had such an authentic breakfast in the past two years, Hardy sighed.

The players in the surrounding circle looked at Hardy in surprise.

Holding a big fried dough stick in one hand and soy milk in the other, Tiao Tiao asked: "Sir Hardy, you can actually use chopsticks?"

“With two fingers, you can even dance with a sword. Two small wooden roots are nothing.” Hardy said nonchalantly.

Then you blink your eyes, so powerful?

But then she pointed to Abner next to her: "But why can't he?"

“His swordsmanship is too bad.” Hardy said with a faint smile.

At this time, Abner had a look of helplessness on his face. He was good at spear skills, and he really couldn't control these two little things with just a few fingers.

Tiao Tiao and the surrounding players believed it.

By the time the entire army finished their breakfast, their morale was greatly shaken.

Hardy said to the note: "You lead the attack from the left wing, Abner leads three thousand infantry to press in the center, and then...what's your name?"

The player pointed at by Hardy stretched out his finger in surprise and pointed at his face: "Me?"

Hardy nodded.

"Your Excellency, my name is Ibuprofen and I am a spear warrior." There was some surprise on the man's face.

"I think you seem to be quite prestigious." Hardy smiled: "The remaining one thousand people will be temporarily managed by you and pressed in from the right wing. Do you understand?"

“Yes, I will definitely live up to your trust.”

The player excitedly ran back to his queue and shouted: "Brothers, my name is Ibuprofen. Please give me some face. When I gain enough favorability from the lord, and if I get an official position, I will definitely do it in the future." Will reciprocate."

"middle!"

This person took the initiative in his hands at once.

(End of this chapter)

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