"The infantry array is still the same old problem, the attack power is insufficient. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Is there any problem with the composition of the array and the coordination with the Knights?" "The problem of insufficient attack power Benny and Gavinrad have considered, but considering that the future battle cannot be a single arm fighting alone, so it is also intentional to make the infantry array more inclined to defense, now is the era of weapon warfare after all, under the limitation of technology, the limitations of the individual hot weapon class are still very large, if the musketeers are allowed to form a separate formation, as long as the demons on the opposite side are close to the battle, the array will collapse.

"In the first round, I should have switched from B to A, but I was too cautious. "The B formation is where the musketeers advance and return to the array after two or three rounds of salvos, so that they can inflict maximum damage on the opponent in the early stages.

"There's no need to be self-critical. After Benny smiled, "When he returned, all the officers each wrote a summary of their experience, and asked others to help if they were illiterate. Write in your thoughts on tactics. ”

"Yes!" the officer inside the tent bowed.

"The dead must be counted, and the bodies must be well preserved after being purified with holy light. ”

"Understood. Walter and Redpass nodded.

"Assemble your troops and return in an hour, and go and prepare. ”

As everyone rushed out, Benny looked at Khadgar, who was looking down in contemplation, "What are you thinking?"

Khadgar was stunned and raised his head: "Your army is very ------ what do you mean by that word?"

"Professional?"

"Yes, professional. Khadgar nodded.

"I've always believed in 'specialization in art.'" ”

"Leaves attacking again?" the awkward pronunciation almost made Khadgar bite his tongue.

"Everyone has what everyone is good at, and what a soldier is good at is fighting. We 'short-lived' species are not like those elves, our limited life allows us to specialize in only one field, and even geniuses have limited energy. Benny smiled.

"What language was that?"

"A great language, lost. Benny shrugged.

Khadgar nodded: "After I go back, I will arrange for the 'Sons of Lothar' to go to Stratholme for training immediately." ”

"How's the portal that can break through the space barrier been studied?"

"Portals are actually ready-made. Khadgar sighed suddenly: "The dark gate of the Cursed Lands was secretly created by Medivan, Karazan has his handwriting, the key issue is energy, the energy source needed to break through the spatial barrier is very difficult to find, not to mention that we need to maintain it." ”

Benny is also clear about this question, and the dark door in his previous life was also reopened by relying on an artifact.

"Is the power of the Light okay?"

"Theoretically, the Light is energy after all, but it may need to borrow the technology of the Draenei, who alone know how to convert the Light into usable energy. Khadgar sighed again. "It probably won't take a short time. ”

"It's enough to be able to complete it in half a year, just tell me what you need, and I'll try to meet it. "Stratholme is not rich either, and the little money that he 'cheated' from the nobles is probably about to bottom out, so he must plan his business and trade issues well when he returns.

"That cannon has to be. "Khadgar can't finish thinking about the light.

"No problem. Benny smiled and nodded. "I'll train a bunch of gunners for the 'Sons of Lothar', but the artillery will have to wait, we are optimizing those guns, and the current artillery is too limited. "The current Holy Light Cannon requires a cooldown of ten minutes every four rounds of fire, and it can't form continuous fire support at all. The musket is starting to show this problem, the previous battles are basically coming to an end soon, the musket has not reached its limit at all, and now it seems that they are in dire need of a more heat-resistant metal.

"How are you doing with the dwarves?" asked Benny.

"Those stoneheads have always disliked mages. Khadgar pouted.

"It seems that we can only count on my 'tech ambassador'. ”

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Ironforge, a certain inn. Findel sat in his room, with a terrible headache, there were only a few days left before the time agreed with Lord Smith, and the craftsmen and technicians he recruited were far from meeting the requirements, and the technicians were okay, recruiting many technicians who lacked research funds, and the craftsmen ---- those stone heads only knew how to dig holes every day!

"Bang bang bang!" the knock sounded like someone was slamming the door with their fists. "Findel!" the shrill voice sounded like a dwarf.

"Kelly?" Findel was visibly stunned as he opened the door, and his head seemed to hurt even more.

"When the hell are we going to go to that ---- Stratholme?" the female gnome in a technician's suit sat down in her chair, her big eyes fixed on Findel.

"A week at most!" Findel had already answered her dozens of times. "I need to recruit some artisans as well!"

"What do you want so many dwarven craftsmen for?" the female dwarf looked suspicious.

"My king asked for it!" said Findel, with a raised face.

"I haven't heard of a king in Stratholme, and my brother is flying there!"

"Hmph. Findel bowed his head. "Even if it's not now, it will be in the future, don't you see the two paladin guards at the door? Also, His Majesty Magni received me personally!"

"You'd better not be lying, I've sold my private lab!"

"I'm lying?!" Findel's shrill voice caused the female gnome to cover her ears. "I am the Baron of Stratholme, the 'Ambassador of Technology' personally canonized by Lord Smith!"

"I'm not the only one who doubts you. Kelly pouted. "A lot of us have sold our labs, and you've been slow to get moving. ”

Fendell was just about to say something, his heart moved, he rolled his eyes and looked at Kelly: "If you can help recruit some craftsmen, we can leave for Stratholme tomorrow, and we can be there in two weeks!"

"How many craftsmen do you want?"

"At least 100! Must be experienced!"

"You're going to help us buy the lab back. Kelly's eyes widened. "Those stone heads are either digging holes in the ground or striking iron all day long, where do you want me to find you 100 craftsmen? 50 at most!"

"50 is fine. Findel smiled. "It's decided?"

"Damn! you should go to the goblin!" Kelly jumped out of her chair and slammed the door.

The paladin guard at the door looked into the room, shook his head and smiled and closed the door.

"A hundred craftsmen in all, that should be enough, right?" Findel muttered to himself. "No matter, recruit those 50 and return to Stratholme!" (To be continued.) )