"Neo is injured!" This situation made Zagan feel that his emotions were burning.
"What should I do after being injured? Recuperate! Where can I recuperate? The blast team responsible for peripheral security? The possibility is probably very small!" He sat on a newly cut tree stump and looked at the scene dozens of meters away.
Valley direction
There, the thick smoke has dissipated, and the escort team members are cleaning up the corpses of the red ghosts. Many team members are talking and laughing loudly. Zhagen can hear it clearly here. Zhagen knows very well why these people are laughing so happily. It means victory? No, that is just the premise.
, the key is harvest! According to what was said during mobilization in advance, they all have a share in the small gains on the battlefield. Killing 500 red ghosts this time will naturally bring a lot of gains. After all, these guys are leading the plunder and killing in Erdrit, how can they?
Will there be no gain?
"Hmph! The bones of the deceased are still cold, the wounded are wailing in pain, and here are the smiling, greedy and cold-tempered Furui people!" Zagan curled his lips and continued to think about what was on his mind. He believed that the Wind Team itself would not carry the wounded. "
Their tasks are too many and too heavy!" Zagan has already found out clearly that while the Gale Team is fighting here, they have already sneaked into Fort Worth to see if they can catch the Red Ghosts off guard again.
Thinking about this series of victories, Zagen also admired Team Wind who planned, organized, and executed this series of actions. "And this woman!" Zagen's eyes lingered on Valentina who stood silently on the corpse wall for a few seconds.
He dared to think and do it in just a few minutes, but he relied on his limited combat power to control a huge number of red ghosts. The total number of slaughters has exceeded a thousand, among which there were 9 centurions who were professionals above level 5.
In addition, the leader of the red ghosts was injured, and the captain was only spared. What a brilliant achievement this was. Who would have thought that this was a group of sergeants (level 4) and 2-3 professionals above level 5 leading no more than 300 people if they had not personally experienced it.
Did the militia do it?
This time Zhagen came with the team and was given the task of supervising the three surrounding areas of the valley. It sounded like an empty title, but in fact it was not easy. At least there were risks. When he thought of this, Zhagen wanted to scold the red ghosts again for being "brainless".
A simple idiot with well-developed limbs. "No one in the 400s or 500s knows how to stack a ladder? I'm so stupid!"
They stacked human ladders and guarded the three sides of the valley to prevent this. Unfortunately, the Red Devils were caught off guard and panicked. When they reacted, thick smoke was already everywhere. They had never used it, and they never thought of such an idea.
What Zhagen wanted to see most was that although the escort team won, it suffered heavy losses. As a result, he was disappointed again, with 7 dead and 11 injured, including Neo. Such casualties were nothing compared to the record, and it was completely
Within the scope of the escort team
However, it was not as if Zhengen had not failed to gain the first place this time. He once again confirmed that there was indeed something fishy about Neo. In just 30 seconds, he sucked the Red Ghost Centurion into ash. This terrifying technique Zhengan could see.
He was frightened, and at the same time gave up his plan to take advantage of Neo's injury. "This guy has too many secrets. If you treat him as an ordinary level 4 professional, his death will definitely be as ugly as that." This is
Zha Gen’s analysis and summary of Neo. After all, the injury was quickly stabilized after the injury, and his eyes were still very bright. He also saw these situations.
The second gain was that he roughly determined the strength and number of the Storm Team. "The amount of civil engineering work and the felling marks of trees were all revealed. The main force of the Storm Team is indeed a bunch of smelly sergeants! Mammeris is really willing to give up."
Capital (Furry’s market price, the daily employment cost of a level 4 non-spellcasting professional is about 25-30 gold, and the price will go up if you have strong specialties and special races).”
Of course, if Neo knew about Zhagen's second judgment, he would be happy to see Zhagen continue to run wildly on this wrong road. Neo + Valentin = a blast team dominated by level 4 professionals. This deal is very cost-effective.
"Of course, it's not just the Windrush team, but also the supply team! Otherwise they wouldn't have any physical strength left to carry out the crazy and bold Fort Worth attack plan, etc..." Thinking of the newly established Windrush supply team, a flash of light came into his mind.
As soon as he appeared, he slapped his thigh, "That's right, you battlefield cockroaches (a derogatory term for mercenaries who make a living with swords), I know how you deal with the wounded!"
Zhagen realized that this was an excellent opportunity. The position of the Stormwind team was difficult to find. They were too changeable, and at present, they had to add another one. They were also very exclusive, but the supply team should not be difficult to find. He
He didn't just sit around doing nothing on weekdays. He knew at least half of the members of the supply team. Originally, most of them were problematic people of one kind or another. Most of them had a very strong sense of presence in the team and were much easier to find out.
"The supply team often interacts with the migration team, and they are carrying wounded people. They can't run around. Yes, yes, the opportunity has indeed come." Zhagen has already thought about it, and sent an emergency report first to put his own combat forces on standby.
, and then as soon as he finds out the situation, he can catch them all
"Neo is injured. He can't run away even if he wants to, and the supply team is not strong enough at all!" Zha Gen clenched his fists hard. He finally saw the light of leaving the migration team. To be honest, following one person every day
Helping the uncivilized and uncivilized villagers grin, and I feel like I have been made stupid by the influence.
"Instructor, you are so poetic and picturesque. On the occasion of a great victory, you are here alone to taste loneliness..."
Hearing this snoring sound, Zha Gen felt that the little passion and happiness he had accumulated before suddenly disappeared, replaced by the urge to run away, which almost appeared on his face: "Fuck! Come again!"
! This dead woman is really lingering!" He thought bitterly, but his face was filled with surprise and honor, "Your Highness, you have a body of gold..."
Unlike the rooted ones that cannot be beaten or scolded, Salug is a master who dares to kill people. When it entered the Erdrit Territory, it could bring more than 2,000 subordinates with it. As a result, it has now lost nearly 70%. There is no doubt that from now on,
From the perspective of its purpose of predating for the winter, it has completely failed.
Even if we cook the same kind of people for the winter, there are still about 300 more than enough, not to mention that the dead are all the young and strong in the tribe. Monstoke is surrounded by enemies, and the weak will be overwhelmed by the predators. Everyone said that this winter is difficult.
But according to the current situation, winter is not the only thing that is sad? Or, for the Blood and Bone Tribe, the winter-like crisis will last for a very long time. Salug is worried about such a future.
"All this is caused by cunning and despicable humans!" Salug howled in front of everyone. His simple conflict transfer psychology played a role in his rough thinking. Salug can also be regarded as a smart species among humans and beasts.
Got it
"Kill the cunning humans!" Most of the living centurions still know that the situation is not that simple, but the members of the Blood and Bone Tribe have never had the habit of reviewing and admitting their mistakes, not to mention that their leader Salug is still strong.
In this case, no one is willing to stand up for justice and accuse Salug, because they all know the consequences of doing so.
Salug turned to the escorted human messenger, "Your plans and predictions failed completely. For this, it cost the lives of our heroic tribesmen. Someone must bear the responsibility."
The human messenger was either extremely courageous or thought he had figured out Salug's temperament, so he said calmly: "May I ask Salugbi, what are you going to do with me? Make it into broth and share it."
Salug put his hands on the big table, leaned forward, showed his strong white teeth and said: "Your proposal is good!"
"That's such a pity! If I were stewed into soup, you and your subordinates can only share a small spoonful. But if I live, even if you only have 500 warriors by your side, you will still be able to sweep Monstoke after the cold winter."
"You're lying!" The first person to express his dissatisfaction was the escaped captain. He knew the rules of the tribe very well: anger needs to be vented and responsibility needs to be shouldered. If it cannot find a suitable scapegoat, it is also very likely to be killed.
sacrificed
"boast!"
"Without the Warriors, what can we do to sweep Monstoke?"...
The remaining red ghost centurions also spoke one after another. In their minds, the most basic concept is that there is strength in numbers. Even 500 warriors are not enough to launch a decent war.
"Well!" Salug snorted and waved his hand to stop the noise of these red ghost leaders, and faced the human envoy gloomily, "Are you trying to use another set of sweet words to confuse me?"
The human messenger turned to look at the two red ghost guards who were escorting him and said: "Let me go, you two idiots. Are you worried that I will grow wings and fly away? Or do you think I can escape in front of Salugbi?"
The two red ghosts had angry looks on their faces, but they dared not express their anger. They could only look at Salug with some embarrassment.
Salug raised his head, and the two red ghosts let go of the human messenger and retreated.
The human messenger rubbed his sore arm, nodded to Salug, and then said: "Saluugbi, are you familiar with the Iron Cross Knights?"
The human messenger's question made all the red ghosts in the hall, including Salug, frown. Among the aliens living in Monstoke, there are very few who have not heard of the name of the Knights of the Iron Cross. There are many.
The foreign races prefer to call this human knighthood the 'Grassmower Order'. The purpose of the existence of this knighthood seems to be to reduce the alien population of Monstock. They will enter Monstock every 3-5 years.
The aliens suffered heavy losses, and the hatred of the wild aliens against humans and their allies was largely due to the blood debts accumulated by the Iron Cross.
"Despicable human, are you humiliating us Cordim?" The captain once again tried to provoke anger.
"Of course not. What I'm saying is that if you know about Iron Cross, you should be deeply impressed by their heavy cavalry charging into battle. Warriors of blood and bones are fully capable of wearing such heavy armor, and I can provide such armor and
The human messenger, a "specialized training instructor", turned back to Salug and spoke eloquently: "Imagine, Salugbi, when your heavy cavalry rushes into the enemy's battle formation and makes them frightened. Then they will
How about it? The new generation of young warriors can successfully complete the cover-up mission, and you will win one victory after another."
The human envoys are not completely lying. After all, in the Monstoke wilderness, among alien races and tribes, one of the most common battle modes is that the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. If you don't play tricks, you can reload.
The cavalry can indeed break through any alien battle formation. This has been proven time and again by the Iron Cross Knights.
No matter how stupid Salug is, he can still figure it out at this time. If it is true as the human messenger said, then when we return to Monstoke in the spring, the Blood and Bone Tribe will still have a lot to do. All they need is this heavy cavalry to win a beautiful battle.
, enough to frighten those eager neighbors.
"It sounds good, but why should I believe you can do it?"
The human messenger said: "This is not difficult. I will send an urgent telegram to the headquarters. Don't we still have two businesses to deliver? We just happened to bring the armor in two times. To be honest, we have long wanted to do it in the great science and technology.
We are looking for a strong partner in the Dim tribe. We have also tried to build exclusive heavy armor for Cordim. The special work has been prepared for nearly two years. We have more than a thousand sets of armor in our hands. It is not difficult to remove some of them.
The Blood and Bone tribe is one of our very promising candidates. If you and your tribe can show more extraordinary performance, we will be willing to invest more capital in exchange for the possibility of larger-scale mutually beneficial transactions in the future."
"A thousand sets, I want a thousand sets!" the Salug lion said loudly
"You should kill me!" the human messenger said frankly: "Your request has exceeded what I can do within my authority. 500 sets, 200 for the first time and 300 for the second time. This is already the limit.
Salugbi, please forgive me for being so direct. Even if you want to obtain these 500 sets smoothly, you must restrain your subordinates and strictly prohibit them from revealing the loss of two battles and the heavy casualties. As for why you want to do this, I think you can understand.
"
"800 sets!" Salug really understood what the human messenger wanted to express in the end. Strength is the right to speak and a bargaining chip. However, Salug still wanted to try his best to earn a profit. After all, a set of heavy armor would cost at least 200 pieces.
You can only buy it with Gnar, and it’s not just a matter of money.
"500 sets!"
"700 sets!" Salug took a step back.
"500 sets!" the human messenger refused to let go.
"600 sets, below this number I would rather drink your broth" Salug gritted his teeth
"Okay!" The human envoy compromised and said helplessly: "The transaction fee of 300 sets for each of the two transactions has been wiped out, because we need to provide you with a series of services such as instructors, which are all expensive."
"But the food and technology you promised cannot be less!"
"Well, okay!"...
A new deal was reached, and the human messenger saved himself. As he left the hall and returned to his room, one of his confidants asked him: "We don't have any heavy armor worn by humans and beasts at all."
"Of course, who would do such a thankless thing? One set is too much, why not give me 1,000 sets?"
"Then Sir, you..."
The human envoy adjusted the single-piece gold-rimmed glasses on his left eye and snorted coldly: "It turns out that the blood-bone orcs cannot be reused. When the deal comes, let the Tanshi orcs take their place. I believe Tanshi will be happy to earn some rations and pocket money."
At the same time, in the hall, the Red Ghost Commander said: "Salugbi, cunning humans cannot be trusted. You have also said before that our Blood Bone Tribe will not give up our heroic and fearless style to learn from those humans.
Playing tricks"
"I have not forgotten." Salug glanced at several of his subordinates with burning eyes: "Teaching me a lesson, once is enough. I will not be fooled by the rhetoric of those cunning humans again. In this transaction, we will kill their escort."
The soldiers, snatch all their armor, then drive the meat slaves, take our harvest, and return to Monstock to tell your subordinates that if you perform bravely, you will be eligible to receive heavy armor. Also, this news will have to wait until we go there.
We’ll announce it on the way to the trading point, do you understand?”
"yes!"
ps: Due to personal reasons, the content of today’s chapter is somewhat lacking, please forgive me.