"Modryel?" Chris felt as if he had heard the name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

But he still spoke, and said to the Mordryel in front of him: "Monsieur Modlaire, what kind of position do you want to seek when you come to me like this?" ”

"You're the Grand Duke of Irlanhill?" Modryel looked at the young man on horseback in front of him with a look of disbelief. He had always thought that the Grand Duke of Ellanhill must have been able to have some age in the short period of more than a year, even Kmayne, Ferry, and Tubao and Northshire.

But Chris in front of him was so young that he was so young that Modryel was a little intimidated - the pressure of following such a young man was much greater than that of following a middle-aged Grand Duke.

"If it weren't for the second Grand Duke of Iran Hill, I think I'd be who you said I was." Chris laughed heartily and introduced himself, "I am Irranhill Chris, Grand Duke of the Duchy of Ranhill...... What about you? ”

"Me? I'm actually a general. Modryel was stunned for a moment when he heard Chris's question, he really didn't expect that after he reported his home, someone didn't know him.

If you want to talk about his experience, it can be regarded as the level that can be used as the protagonist of a biographical novel. In the early years, he, a civilian, relied on the defensive battle of the Dosen Empire in the south, and was promoted all the way from a small soldier of the Arrant Empire to the youngest senior commander in history.

Because of his bravery and excellent command, Doson's higher-ups hated him to the core, and gave him the nickname "Mr. Bastard". However, the southern frontier army of the Arrant affectionately called him "General Victory".

However, after hundreds of battles, he did not become the hero of Arrant in the end, and in a political struggle, he was expelled from the army for offending General Zorn, and he left the military camp he loved without even getting a penny of settling-in allowance.

Disheartened, he has not been heard from since, and who knows that he will live in seclusion in the northern Hanhai until today.

"General?" Hearing this answer, Chris finally remembered why he was so familiar with the name.

He had seen the name in some of the Arrant's books about war. It says that this Modlael is a very powerful commander, but it does not describe this person in detail.

In the same way, Deser also mentioned this general Mordryel to him, thinking that he was a general who could be recruited, of high moral character, and who used his troops like a god.

It's a pity that Chris, who thinks he doesn't have much capital, doesn't have the ability to "recruit heroes from all over the world". He can only find talents in the territory under his control, and cultivate as many reserve talents as possible to fill his employment gap.

Similar foreign defectors actually make up not many of Chris's camps, and there are only Desel and Gullo, as well as a naval commander Lawrnes.

Now, with a general admired by Deser standing right in front of him, Chris really has a flattered and unreal feeling.

He had heard about the protagonists in the novel, when they met a little brother, the other party bowed their heads. But when he really encountered such a thing, he knew how cool this feeling was.

This is really a kind of destiny, and the heroes and celebrities are all fluttering around. Chris smiled a little embarrassedly, pulled himself back to his senses, and asked, "Why did you come to me?" ”

Hearing this, Modryel looked at the artillery that was ready to fire in the distance, and replied: "I saw the siege battle of your troops just now, this kind of ...... This weapon is really strong. I think you have such a force and you may need a decent commander. ”

"So, do you consider yourself such a 'decent' commander?" The smile on Chris's face became even more obvious, and he looked back at the rather conceited general in front of him with great interest.

"If you don't mind, you can let me try." This time, Modryel was modest. He's not a celebrity, he's just an ostracized general.

What he wants is a position, a position where he can continue to command the army, to win victories, to reflect his worth. Let him prove how stupid those who threw him out of the army in the first place.

Now, there was an opportunity before him: if he could command such a force, he Modlaire might really be able to rebuild his glory. So he came, and Mao recommended himself, without the slightest intention of backing down.

Chris wanted to test whether this Modelaire had any real skills, so he pointed to the military formation in the distance with his horsewhip and asked, "You should have seen my army in the distance...... How does it feel? ”

"Powerful! I have to say, your army is arguably the strongest mortal army in the world. Mordryel spoke two words of praise before turning the corner: "However, they can be stronger." ”

"Tell me about it." Chris doesn't mind having connoisseurs show his troops, even if they don't get to the point, they can be used as a reference.

Modryel thought for a moment and replied: "Let's talk about the training of the troops first, this unit is obviously a new recruit, their training is very inadequate, if you follow my standards, they don't even pass the passing line. ”

Chris agrees with this very much, and this war was also launched in a hurry under the premise that he was in a hurry. The training of the troops was seriously inadequate, which was also something he knew in advance.

Modryel then went on to say what he considered to be the main point: "These soldiers are only fighting with powerful weapons, and without these powerful weapons and equipment, they can barely even stand in front of the enemy. ”

"Actually, it's already very good, I don't know how difficult it is to train the use of new weapons, but it is also an achievement to be able to get soldiers to this point. It's just that I think it could be better, that's all. Modryaire explained, soothing Chris's emotions.

"But when it comes to weapons, it's a different story...... Your weapons are too powerful to strike enemies from thousands of meters away. This is something that a bow and arrow can't do. He picked up his weapon again, summing up the strengths and weaknesses of Chris's troops.

As before, after complimenting Chris, Mordryel turned to the problem: "However, none of your soldiers are wearing armor, which is another rather serious problem. ”

He pointed to the grenadiers in the front row: "Maybe you're so confident in your weapons that no one can break through your weapons and engage your troops in hand-to-hand combat. But you ignore a problem, that is, when you can't play to your own strengths, you are doomed to fall into disadvantages. ”

Not seeing the strange expression on Chris's face, Modryel continued: "For example, now, you don't dare to invest your soldiers and attack Hanhai City closely. Because once they are within range of bows and arrows, troops without armor and shields will inevitably suffer unbearable casualties. ”

"So, you can only wait for the other side to surrender or for the walls to be destroyed by the explosion. If you had a 200-strong army of heavily armored soldiers at this time, you would have already attacked Hanhai Castle without waiting in the wilderness at this time. Modryael spoke eloquently, expressing his opinions.

At this point, Chris disdainfully explained to Mordlaire: limited by the common sense of this world, Mordryaire could not predict what kind of technical weapons Chris's technical weapons could achieve, so it was impossible for him to know what Chris would transform his army into in the future.

When modern weapons and equipment such as tanks and airplanes appear on the battlefield, the small problem of soldiers not having armor is not a shortcoming and a shortcoming.

Of course, Chris would not be harsh on Modryel, and in his opinion, to have such an insight, is already a very good commander. Hearing that Mordryel emphasized that there were other things about logistics and supplies, Chris was already very satisfied with the general sent to the door in front of him.

"So be it! General Modryer! You can follow me here to see how our troops are fighting...... When we get back to Seris, we'll talk about your position and position. Chris pondered his words and spoke cautiously.

What he showed did not match the composure of his age, but it made Modryel feel a little relieved: in his opinion, young age was the weakest weakness of this lord, and without this shortboard, Iran Hill would no longer have a weakness to speak of.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Grand Duke!" Modryel didn't talk nonsense, and stood there and looked at the artillery position over there: he was still more interested in the artillery that destroyed the city than the infantry, which had never made a big show.

In fact, he is not to blame, because he didn't see at all how dazzling the grenadiers who didn't even have armor in the battle of Tubao were.

"Boom!" With the start of a salvo, a new attack began. After 30 shells looming behind the walls of Hanhai Castle, Modryel finally decided to give his new owner a credit.

I saw him turn sideways, press his right hand into a fist on his chest, and open his mouth to suggest: "Your Majesty! I am willing to go to Hanhai City to persuade you to surrender...... Let your Majesty make less effort. After all, Lord Wilkes and I still have a little friendship, and maybe we can get them to lay down their arms and surrender......"