"Captain, there is a situation!"

Soon after, a warning sound rang on the grassland not far from Kerry Village.

The talking scout raised his arms and made a gesture of "stop moving forward". The other six teammates behind him immediately pulled the reins when they saw this, and their movements were neat and uniform.

In the distance of sight, a figure riding a horse was galloping towards this side.

The scout who made a sound then looked at the captain Ruger, who raised his hand and issued a reconnaissance order silently with tactical gestures. The scout who was ordered immediately picked up the short bow on the side of the saddle and drove the horse forward.

Behind, Ruger and others silently picked up the short bow and set up the arrow. Looking at the figure galloping in the distance, they had already begun to calculate the angle needed to be ejected. This skillful preparation posture had already undergone countless drills, so when they really encountered a situation, the scouts could not see any panic on their faces, only the same calmness and calmness.

Soon, the scout in front confirmed the identity of the visitor - the guy running desperately in front of him turned out to be Hank, the scout captain of Kerry Village.

When he learned this information, Ruger's brows were already frowning deeply. He looked at Captain Hank coming to him with a pale face, and felt that the other party's nervousness and panic had not weakened at all, but became more anxious.

Something big happened.

This is Ruger's first intuition.

"Go and inform the news! The village of Kerry is attacked! It is a beast. Orc wolf cavalry! Many - a lot of wolf cavalry!"

The panic in his heart made his words stutter. His eyes swept over the scouts in Nolan Village. Hank thought the other party would show an expression of panic as he did, but after repeating the words in his mouth several times, he was stunned to find that these scouts didn't even have any extra reactions.

He swallowed and opened his mouth, trying to continue to emphasize what he had encountered, but only saw the captain named Ruger at the front raised his hand to stop him, and asked in a cold tone: "When? How many enemies are there?"

This tone made Hank feel as if he was asking him "how old is" or "whether he ate today", without any extra emotion at all, as if he was completely "routine" - while he felt incredible, he shouted at Ruger in a furious manner: "Don't you understand what I said? Damn it! That's the wolf cavalry! Oh my god. Don't you know what the wolf cavalry is? Their wolf-"

"I know it's a wolf cavalry."

Ruger frowned and interrupted him again. The veteran had never had a good temper, especially when he saw this scared soft cock. So his tone when he asked the second question, he was no longer ruthless and impatient.

"I'm fucking asking you when you were attacked and the number of enemies, don't you understand?"

"What qualifications do you have to ask me this? I mean-"

Hank was slightly angry by the other party's words. It was one thing to be afraid of the wolf cavalry, but being scolded by Ruger, who is also the captain of the scout, was another thing to be scolded. But before Hank could finish his rebuttal, he widened his eyes and saw Ruger in front of him pulling the bow and arrow directly, pointing the arrow at his head - "I... I mean, just half an hour. No! Twenty minutes ago, there should be thirty people, maybe thirty-five people. They burned the village and had already run away."

Ruger put down the bow and arrow expressionlessly, replied casually, "I understand", and then turned around and arranged his subordinates: "Cole, go back immediately, report our current location to Roddy, and explain everything that this guy said just now."

"The rest of the people, follow me, remember all the routes, return to Nolan Village in batches and report my location. The Wolf Cavalry cannot raid remotely, they must have camps nearby, so we will definitely catch up with those guys before sunset. As for how to deal with it, we will wait for Captain Roddy's orders."

Arranged the task efficiently. Ruger waved his hand and signaled that a scout's war horse would exchange with Captain Hank. His eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Captain Hank and said, "Where did the orc come from? Take me here now."

"You. Are you crazy? Those are more than thirty wolf cavalry! No - OK, OK, I understand, I will take you away, I will take you away! - You are all fucking crazy people. Why do I meet a group of crazy people?"

Captain Hank's second rebuttal came to an abrupt end when Ruger pulled out his short bow. He cursed in his heart for no reason, but he had a strange illusion that "just he had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's nest." His eyes swept back and forth around, and he even had the ridiculous idea that "this group of scouts are orcs pretending to be absurd!"

However, Ruger did not give him a chance to talk nonsense, and immediately moved in the direction Hank pointed, and the team accelerated instantly and galloped away.

After being forced to run for a distance, Captain Hank gradually realized the difference in this team-

The soldiers of the scouts in Nolan Village were far taller than before. They looked at their fur colors, and the armor on the scouts was obviously better than one level. After the team rushed out for a few minutes, the soldiers scattered on both sides were always running at a high speed at a similar distance. They all had excellent riding skills and firm expressions...

This feeling brought a kind of pressure to Captain Hank, just like these guys around him are two types of people from different worlds—

Could it be...are they not scouts of the Russifron family?

Are they going to hunt down the Wolf Cavalry?

Oh my God, what am I doing wrong? Is this a fucking nightmare?

...

“…So, your task is not to tell them how to do it and how to do it, but to give them a belief that makes them understand--'I can do it!'”

"This is a psychological hint. If you say a few words, it sounds like a simple encouragement, but if you keep saying it, no matter who you are, you will be affected. This kind of encouragement is very important. Don't treat it as a joke. Be cautious and do not damage their confidence."

In the village of Nolan, the scouts who were conducting a group raid exercise were sweating profusely, while Roddy, not far away, was talking to Carter about some words that seemed to have nothing to do with the battle - the latter was trying to digest what Roddy instilled. After thinking for a long time, he replied, "I have written down the general content... It is when I go to encourage them. What should they call my position? I can't remember... What committee?"

"Political Commissar, remember... called the political commissar."

Roddy replied with a serious face.

"Okay, remember... Then I will be the political commissar of Carter from now on, hehe." Carter touched his head. He never thought that he would hold such a position because of his good eloquence. Although it sounds very simple, it is obviously a very important job in Roddy's mouth.

"Don't smirk, remember what to emphasize. Obeying orders is the first priority. Okay, the training over there is almost over. You can encourage them - Aunt Susan has prepared ale, and each person has a glass of quenching their thirst."

"yes!"

Carter happily chatted with the tired and sweaty scouts. Roddy sat here and could hear words like "good job" from afar, "it's faster this time", "you kid ejaculated very accurately", and after a while, it was the sound of raising a glass to drink.

Roddy smiled. The "political commissar" has a great influence on the army. In my impression, the political commissar's function of "encouraging morale" is not mentioned. The main purpose is to instill soldiers' awareness of "obeying orders" - who to obey? Of course, it is not the Luciflon family hundreds of miles away, but his ambitious scout captain.

Only by holding the team firmly in your hands can the order be executed efficiently, so that Roddy can implement the next plan with peace of mind.

He has planned the combat arrangements for the next two months. In short, he will go to the Orc Kingdom to get "extra money" when the rainy season comes in July, so that his level can soar and disrupt the other party's domestic situation.

These things may sound a bit nonsense to anyone, but Roddy naturally wouldn't do anything nonsense - the information and posts I saw on the forum can be used as strategic information at this time. I think the painstaking efforts that this otaku once made were not in vain.

Thinking about the preparations he had to make in advance, he spun the several whistle arrows he had just made, and when he was facing the direction of the direction of the direction, the center of gravity was tilted with the wind, he began to miss the arrows he used at level 59.

Ordinary people may not have any concepts, but for those who really use bows, the impact of "arrows" on accuracy is much greater than that of bows - so all the arrows used by high-level rangers are basically processed by the wood elves, a race with paranoid perfectionism. Their arrows are extremely consistent and have very few errors, but the only disadvantage is that they are "expensive"!

Roddy sometimes had to sigh that these guys are "luxury goods manufacturers", but when it comes to "wood elf", he couldn't help but think of an opportunity to "make a fortune".

Roddy remembered that these wood elves were originally isolated from the world in the forest, and the village gradually opened to humans after the server was launched. At that time, the wine brewed by the wood elves became a hot item for nobles to show off their identity because of their abnormal sales. In the first half of 590, many players made a lot of money just by running back and forth to Jingyu Forest as a second-hand dealer. Later, when the price stabilized, a lucky player actually obtained the brewing formula from the series of tasks. The sky-high price sold made Roddy envious for a long time. The guild that bought the formula heavily earned huge funds that others could not imagine in the first year of the game, and became one of the veteran guilds that remained strong in the later stage.

"If you can get involved with the wood elf, even if you can't get the recipe, you can solve the urgent problem by making some fruit wine to sell..."

Roddy murmured to himself. When he saw Carter and the scouts resting in the pergola, he remembered that Ruger and others seemed to have returned a little late.

"That guy Ruger probably has to run ten laps today."

A scout joked, and Carter next to him took a sip of ale, looked at Roddy, and said, "Captain! Didn't Soderer say he wanted to come today? Do I need to say to Uncle John and let him slaughter the heads?"

Roddy raised his eyebrows, then remembered that a letter a few days ago talked about this, nodded and said, "Go and notify now, I hope it's still time."

Soderol was going to "retreat" with the scouts from Fenx Village. He needed to go through procedures, do ideological work, etc. The messy things were about a month before. He sent a letter a week ago saying that he would arrive with his soldiers today. Roddy didn't take it too seriously. If it weren't for Carter's reminder, he would probably have forgotten that there was such a thing. Just as he was thinking about how many people he would bring to greet Soderol later, the sudden sound of horse hooves in the distance made him turn around.

The scout sent by Ruger rushed into Nolan Village and began to report to him loudly. Roddy listened with a serious expression and then looked at the horizon... The black smoke rising from the burning chamber of Kerry Village in the distance made him slimly hold the arrow in his hand.
Chapter completed!