"This ...... It's a really good knife. ”

The butcher of Barea Town sharpened the short knife that he tried to take out of the treasure chest that fell from the sky, and he was reluctant to let go for a long time.

Simitus saw it very clearly, but it was fine without this short knife for self-defense. "Dead fat man, I like this knife so much, I'll give it to you as a gift."

The butcher's cheeks were stiff and fat, "Really? Thank you so much, Simitus. ”

"Where, this is the time to thank you for your protection." Simitus gripped the butcher's hand tightly.

Thanks to the more than two hundred weapons, the men who could still fight among the serfs gathered by Simitus finally had something to take advantage of. Otherwise, the best weapons of the stragglers of Simitus are pitchforks and sickles, how can such a battle be fought? Exchanging a thousand for a hundred, although the winning rate is extremely high, but what is the cost?

After receiving the still weak armament, the "Elta Volunteers" remained unwatered dry soil...... To add insult to injury, none of the people here had the experience of sending troops in formation—even if the contingent had been directly assisted, the number of people who could guide the classical army in formation was zero. Lack of physically qualified fighters, lack of weapons, lack of combat experience, lack of commanders...... There is even a lack of a solid base area, and it can be said that this volunteer army does not have any of the conditions for the formation of the army.

But unfortunately, no one within the Volunteers, among the vengeful ex-serfs and serfdoms, realized what they lacked and what they needed.

Of course, the barbarian conquests of the Elta Empire over the years basically did not train recruits forcibly recruited from the people - when the recruits died, the rest were veterans, and the cost of training was higher than the cost of the pitiful burial in place. To this day, there is still a large part of the soldiers' cemetery outside the Shield City, which has a wooden tombstone and is gradually decaying.

Simitus, the master of the manor who was proficient in agronomy, naturally did not understand the doorway behind the sword and sword. All he knew was to give the long sword to the mighty, the short sword to the nimble, and to cut out the marks of the aluminium pallet with a knife and bend it vigorously, and then to entrust the blacksmith of the town of Barea to nail the armbands behind these terrible light metal plates - which were used as shields to be issued to the strongest serfs.

He has wisdom about war that ends there. That's not to say he's stupid, he's arranging the transportation of grain with a few hired men, and he's already the most knowledgeable of the group of outsiders from Barea...... With the food and armament that Doniva had "personally written", Simitus was full of confidence that in the region directly under Elta, where order and economic circulation had been almost destroyed, there was still a rare renminbi in grain and fists, which was the hardest currency at this time. Some villagers in Barea, who were already dissatisfied with the large number of refugees they were accommodating, had to stop gossiping about the serfs who no longer needed to rely on the village for food.

Simitus crossed his waist and smirked at the surprise in front of him. Mountains of flour were in his hands, and the scene of the rebels being chased by him all over the ground looking for teeth and calling for their mother seemed to have appeared in front of him.

At this moment the sky flashed, and soon there was a terrible tremor on the earth, which shattered Simites' dream. Of course, the loud bang did little real harm to the town of Barea.

Tan Shijian took a sip of pure water with effervescent powder, took out the map board, and used a marker pen to fill a black circle on the map with a red cross.

"Yunda Cave and Yunda Cave have left the scene, and the target has been cleared without collateral damage. Good luck, done. ”

"It's time to go, boys!" This time, the headquarters of the enemy's stronghold was actually more than 100 meters away from the serf's residence, and the task force, which was too lazy to attack, directly called for air power, and the precise laser irradiation locked onto the huge cloister building in the main body of the farm, and four guided bombs penetrated directly from the bricks and tiles on the roof to the atrium on the first floor, and accurately detonated -- in an instant, the nearly 200 people of the rebel army here were already gone.

Regardless of whether there are still living people among the main body of the farm, in short, eighty percent of the people who are running around in the manor are not slaves, but masters, and slaves have such an opportunity, and they should run away. The infrared sight directly gives an accurate crosswind correction value, and the six-figure price of the gun alone makes the QBU10 perform well, and the lethal effect on the target at long distances is indeed well deserved.

The team led by Tan Shijian was the first to rush out of the open field and hit the outer wall of the farm that had been blown out of the big hole. Inside the walls, there was no death except for the flames and the crumbling debris. There is no longer any need for further purging. And the rebel soldiers who used to guard outside the cowshed also died like headless flies flying around under the gun. Behind the thin wooden doors of the cowshed on the outer wall were hundreds of serfs eager for freedom.

When the battle was over, Malcolm put away his bow and sword. He still didn't shoot a shot in this battle.

"Listen to me, everybody! You're free from now on, take refuge wherever you want, the town of Barea in the south is safer, and we don't have any more ways to help you, so leave it at that! ”

The enthusiasm subsided, and even Malcolm, who had shot the heads of the rebels many times, preferred to watch the bombs detonate in the rebels' pile at this time - this may be human nature, Tan Shijian smoked the cigarettes that had taken a lot of effort one after another, looking at the increasingly boring battlefield of Adri.

That's right, if it continues to be so boring, he and his team may be able to take the city of Adri and hand it over to the town of Barea and the Volunteers, and then pat their butts and leave.

The envisaged guerrilla warfare, touching the turrets, defending the townships, ambushing the enemy's marching troops -- nothing happened. The only fishing ambush with some passion is also losing its value due to the decreasing density of attackable strongholds.

Of course, the ultimate goal of the task force is, of course, to take down Adri. But after defeating Adri, could the Bimonthly Western Expeditionary Army just ignore and allow an area in the rear to openly rebel against its existence? Presumably impossible.

Reach a secret agreement by selling magic powder, clean up the rebel army, and establish a volunteer army...... These three are actually a game of each other. It is not at all surprising that the Commander of the Western Expeditionary Army, who has the power to move generals at will, suddenly pushes all his rival factions to the front, only to be defeated or even completely annihilated in the ensuing battles, which is directly associated with collaborating with the enemy. Reminiscent of the mysterious yellow-skinned emissary who appeared in Hilzi, it would not be a few days before Eufee Mondridge's crime of collaborating with the enemy would be confirmed.

The fall of the city of Adri, just in time, gave Rucha a reason to mobilize his army - and Eufe Mondrich, who knew the plan in advance, would step in at this time, and send most of the dissidents to the western frontier to their deaths with a plan that had been prepared. Then, taking advantage of the chaos in the rear, the closely coordinated air power of the West El Tower side will clean up the garbage that consumes resources for him according to the garrison map provided by Ofer Mondridge, and everyone will make a fortune together.

And the appearance of the Volunteer Army bore the brunt of the attack, shaking the existence of the rebel army. However, the Church, which needs labor but is unable to deploy large numbers of troops in the rear to oversee Elta's local labor force for the cultivation of magic powder, will inevitably make concessions to the Volunteers - in the wisdom of the commander, killing all these anti-bone boys will only make harvesting the powder crops a difficult problem, let alone maintaining.

Killing them all ahead of schedule marked the early end of his career as a horse in Elta. As for the inevitable appearance of the Volunteers, it was also a script that Elta had let Ouffel Mondridge know in advance. At a time when neither side was able to exert their hands, the new district "needed" magic fans and thirsted for wealth, while the Western Expeditionary Army of the Bilunar Church was burdened with huge procurement and personnel. At this time, the limited "mutual assistance" is the breakthrough point of collusion between two enemies who are still alive and dead.

Since they are unable to solve their own problems, the greatest contradiction of the present time can only be solved by handing it over to the enemy -- in other words, whether it is the Western Expeditionary Reformers, who want to change the structure of the army and the military doctrine, or Sierta, who wants to expand the harvest of precious metals, the current contradiction between friend and foe is not the biggest contradiction.

And how to solve these contradictions is what a good manager needs to consider. After this toss-up, Uffy Mondridge was able to gain a more secure trade channel - even more affordable than his copper coin counterfeiting business, and he could directly call in the consumption quota of the fallen soldiers in exchange for a large number of goods that would enhance his status. And the fact that Siel Tower can harvest more precious metal coins and magic powder on the face can actually make the annoying moths of the rebel army disappear completely. And no matter what the purpose of the Western Expeditionary Army is, their strength will also lose the part they should lose because of this series of blows, which is naturally what Elta likes to see.

As for Dr. Way's intention to guess the social level of the Bilunar Church with the scenery of the city of Hirzi and along the river, the appearance and clothing of the commander of the soldiers, and the fact that Uffy Mondrich wanted to use the dissidents as a litmus test for the strength of Cielta's air power, these small details that were still based on the opposition between the two armies were no longer the best portrayal of the situation of the two armies during this time. After the rainy season passed, Doniva's old nest shield city began to build again, filling in open ditches, demolishing old houses, paving new roads, and digging dark ditches. The dormitory area in Mendong City has also begun to gradually evolve into urban residential replacement. Everything looks like it was after the war - if it weren't for the sweet voices of beautiful women explaining current events that were always heard on the city radio every day, no one would have remembered that the Church of the Two Moons is still on the soil of Elta. At the same time, have the soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army, who are addicted to alcohol and comfort and gambling, also forgotten that they are on enemy territory?