Other leaders mainly recruit soldiers, and need to send knights to various villages to forcibly recruit, but they are very casual with a requisition order to more than 1,000 people, no wonder all the countries in history with strong combat power, the land is closely linked to the merits of war, this is indeed the best way to allocate war resources. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A soldier's achievements are his exploits, and a soldier's interests are the land.

"It's over, the young master's paranoia is getting worse and worse!"

The old butler watched pessimistically as his crazy young master pouted his fat buttocks, squatting on the dam of the castle moat and constantly groping in the dirty mud on the ground with his hands, occasionally crushing the soil in his hands into particles, putting it on his nose and sniffing vigorously, with a satisfied smirk on his face, as if he was holding not fishy dirt in his hand, but a fragrant roast goose.

In the past few days, his own young master seems to have taken a fancy to the embankment of this moat, and every time he goes to the garrison camp to train recruits, he walks back and forth on this embankment, and occasionally wanders in the dirty and damp mud, squatting down to take a look and touch it, which is exactly the same as the onset of paranoia before.

Zhao Hu vigorously kneaded the soil in his hand into a ball with his right hand, and then flattened and dried the damp soil in his hand with internal strength, and the soft and sticky touch and gray soil surface came from his fingers, which made Zhao Hu ecstatic.

In the past few days, Zhao Hu has been measuring back and forth on the bank of this long river, checking along the river with the water potential, although the surface of the river embankment is full of inky black silt.

With Zhao Hu's survey, it was found that under this piece of river beach was a rare white clay, which was also called "porcelain clay" in the previous life, which was the material for firing ceramics.

The old housekeeper saw that his young master broke off a dead wood branch from the dead tree by the river, drew a large circle a few meters wide on the damp dirt pile, and then fiercely set up the dead tree branch in his hand in the middle, turned around and smiled at the sluggish old housekeeper behind him, "You find a few guards, dig down from here according to the position I draw, and give me all the white soil below to move to the workshop house by the river, I have a big use."

Three days later, Zhao Hu successfully fired the porcelain.

"It's an artifact! This must be an artifact given to the Falcon family by the gods! ”

Looking at the porcelain, the old butler shouted with a ruddy face, knelt down with trembling feet, bent down and crawled on the ground, and several frightened guards also quickly knelt down, looking at his young master with a little more awe in his eyes.

Seeing the overreaction of the old housekeeper and the guards, one by one lying on the ground, looking at himself excitedly, Zhao Hu's face was embarrassed, and he couldn't help but look at the twelve pieces of white porcelain that had just been cleaned out of the kiln ash heap, which were carefully placed on a brown round table in the center of the castle hall by the guards.

"Starn, the time limit requested by His Majesty the Emperor is almost up, I plan to lead the army to Dacko Castle in the west to join the Emperor's main force in a few days, how are the soldiers trained?"

Zhao Hu looked at Stairn's awe-inspiring dementia eyes looking at the porcelain on the table, held his breath and coughed with a dull face, interrupting Stairn's demented state, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved, "I knew that porcelain was so public, so I wouldn't burn any porcelain!" ”

"It's already relatively easy to form a shield wall, but do you really want to lead all the soldiers there, my lord? Although it was 1,300 people, it was only 1,300 peasants, and it didn't make much difference if they really went to the battlefield! Starn noticed that his embarrassed appearance was seen by the lord, and replied embarrassedly.

"You send someone to the mountains to inform Munda and bring all the demon blood I ordered in wooden barrels, I will be of great use! This time I'm going to surprise everyone! ”

Zhao Hu patted the shoulder of the adjutant who was afraid of his embarrassed face, the last time he went to Lord Liu Ming, because the hunters were all recruited to their own army, they couldn't draw many people to collect demon blood, and the explosion of fire he expected to fight could not be realized.

This time, he deliberately put all the hunters back, and also hoped that they could collect more raw tar for themselves, with this more than half a month of vacation, I believe that Munda should have done the thing.

"Demon Blood!" Starn frowned in surprise, why do you want that kind of evil thing?

Starn had also heard of demonic blood, which was said to be the venom collected from the depths of the mountains and smeared on his arrows in order to hunt their prey, and as long as they were shot by such poisonous arrows, the wounds on their bodies would heal very well, and they would continue to weaken due to the continuous high fever in their bodies until they died.

"Yes, I ordered a hundred barrels of demonic blood and three hundred demonic blood blasting arrows from the hunters, and I believe that Munda will ship it soon, remember! These things must not come into contact with the fire, otherwise we will be the unlucky! ”

Zhao Hu saw his adjutant's dumb look, and stretched out his right hand to rub his slightly swollen temples.

The Falcon Castle surrounded by mist in the early morning, the huge noisy shouts outside the castle made Zhao Hu, who was sleeping in the bedroom, noisy, and the huge voices outside made Zhao Hu feel shocked, "It can't be someone attacking the castle, right?" ”

On the gray wall of the falcon castle, which has always been undefended, a large number of guards wearing the red three-legged bird armor of the family crest rarely show the figure of a large number of guards walking back and forth, and the relatively quiet gate of the falcon castle has become a lively and boiling sea at this time.

"What's going on?" Zhao Hu looked at the large crowd outside the castle and asked the old butler on the side.

"Young master, they all want to come to see the artifact!" The old butler responded.

"Don't you just look at a few porcelain bottles, it's such a big move! Open the castle gates and let them in! ”

After listening to the old housekeeper's account, Zhao Hu raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly.

"Let the twelve artifacts be protected, that thing is very brittle." Zhao Hu thought about the crowd of people crowding to look at the twelve pieces of porcelain on the round table, and couldn't help but whisper to the old butler next to him with a little worry.

At this time, Zhao Hu suddenly felt a sharp gaze shooting from the crowded crowd at the city gate, like a dagger out of its sheath, and the back of the stab was cold.

Although Zhao Hu had already turned around at this time, his keen sense of qi still explored the owner of his gaze from the crowded crowd below, the owner of that keen gaze was a thin peasant in tattered cloth clothes, not tall but unusually strong, holding a small water chestnut stone in his fingers, which he picked up from the side of the road at a glance, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he was a little shrewd when he was circulating around.

The anomalous peasant followed the crowd slowly through the castle gates, and as he entered the castle hall, he saw twelve pieces of porcelain on a round table, his fingers holding the stones growing harder and harder, and his face was pale with nervousness.

The rising sun emitted a slight heat of sunlight, and at a 45-degree angle, from the wooden window on the door of the castle hall, shone on the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a layer of bright and hazy divine halo around the porcelain, piercing the eyes of all the people who came to the hall to "pilgrimage".

About a third of the people have already knelt on the steps outside the hall, and when they saw the sacred breath of porcelain in the hall, they couldn't help but kneel down with the people in front of them on their knees, lay their heads down deeply, and put their palms on the ground with their palms facing up.

Zhao Hu saw the peasant in the hall quietly raise his gaze and scan the situation in the hall, and saw that all the people were kneeling down reverently, holding the stone in his hand clenched, and the look in his eyes was resolute.

"Whew," a gray shadow flew from the peasant's quietly waving hand to the porcelain on the round table.

To the peasant's surprise, the stone thrown out turned to the right in front of his eyes as if it had hit a wall, and rolled down in the upper right corner of the hall.

A continuous low vibration of "uh-huh" echoed through the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, like the sound of a bell being struck.

The peasant, who had a strange face, was also frightened by this sudden strange phenomenon, and hurriedly lowered his frightened eyes, and large beads of sweat rolled down his nervous cheeks, and his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper.

"Looks like this is a troublemaker." Zhao Hu secretly wiped the sweat from his palms with his fingers, and just now he forcibly dragged the stone from the air to the corner with his sense of qi.

Fortunately, due to the weakness of his heart, the farmer used relatively little strength, and the stones were not large, so he succeeded, but he also felt that his body was a little out of force when he forcibly ran the qi sense to pull foreign objects.

"Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him." Zhao Hu slightly touched his hand at the abnormal farmer, and a dark point was placed on the farmer's waist.

The "assassin", who was still in a panic, suddenly trembled, and fell to the ground without moving, but because everyone was kneeling to the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of this peasant lying on the ground and not moving.

It wasn't until a few guards came over and pulled away the unconscious "Assassin" that the people next to them reacted and made way for the guards, and everyone thought that this was another pious resident who had been in a coma in an excited coma.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why did you come here? In the black cell, the burning pine resin of the torches hanging on the wall crackled, and the heavy rotting moisture emitted by the thatch on the ground in the cell made Zhao Hu frown.