Do a simple arithmetic problem.

A big man weighing 100 kilograms marched a hundred kilometers on foot, which required three kilograms of rations.

The straight-line distance between the departure point and the destination is about 600 kilometers.

It is known that this strong man needs to carry two sets of summer clothes, one set of winter clothes, one set of armor, two water bladders, a set of swords and shields, and several flying axes.

He also learned that a horse weighed about one-third of its weight, and that it ate twice as much as the strong man.

So here's the problem.

Which excavator technology is stronger......

Ahem.

Actually, Carlos did say it on the topic.

"Look at these sculptures, these magnificent buildings, dwarves are so big, but they make things but unswervingly fulfill the standard of [big is beautiful, more is good], it's really breathtaking!"

In fact, with the marching lineup, it is simply impossible to break through from the wetlands all the way to the Iron Forge.

Not to mention the speed of marching, the mobilization of mules and horses alone is a big problem. Moreover, the living environment of the dwarves, the temperature difference between day and night is too large, once they leave Kazmodan and enter the snow line of the Danmoro Mountains, the amount of supplies consumed is even more terrifying.

In July, when you want to get naked in the wetlands, you have to wear a coat in the morning and evening, and you have to go less than 50 kilometers further, and after the last mountain tunnel, you have to stuff your shoes with fur rags.

Moreover, there are still two hundred kilometers in a straight line from the Iron Fort alone, and the army's food stock is no longer enough for three days.

What to do? What to do......

The answer is actually quite simple.

Wait.

What is a thousand in the day, eight hundred in the night, and a lonely army, it is impossible to play with life, and it is a life-fighting move when success or failure is involuntarily won or lost.

The real march and war, which family is not more to fight less. There is no chance of winning.

On the second day of Carlos's battle, the second transport brigade had already escorted supplies and began to catch up.

The physical exertion of a long march is slow and enormous, and waiting for work is not an empty phrase.

Carlos wasn't ready to take the tired elite and the orc's outcasts for heads. Hold the checkpoint, rest for the time being, wait for the rear army to transport the supplies, and the advance army led by himself has also been prepared. Then break through the blockade and join the Iron Fort in full state.

The scout cavalry who returned to the expedition did not report on the situation once in four hours. The rear team arrived about two days later.

As long as there is news, it will do.

Regardless of how many carriages broke down today and a few donkeys ran away tomorrow, Carlos stayed in the camp with peace of mind.

When troops are stationed, they must be strict in training, and when they go out to fight, they must have correct rules.

There was no large-scale training, and as long as the officers were well grasped, the soldiers basically could not be chaotic.

After checking the various posts and kicking the ass of a few lazy guys, Carlos went back to the camp to rest.

As a result, a group of paladins who regarded Carlos as a mentor dragged their king out after dinner.

It was dark in July, and the sun was setting for almost half an hour. It was not dark either. The firewood for the campfire has been stacked and can be lit when it gets darker.

Beside the unlit pyrewood, a half-frolicking and half-competitive fight between a group of active paladins was going on.

Seeing these young people sweating, Carlos was relieved and a little emotional.

In fact, I'm not very old, and I've become a master before I know it.

As a child, Carlos was driven by an inexplicable fear of the future.

After being young, I finally have a good life plan, and a strong physique is an indispensable condition. Training is more demanding.

Adult, driven by fate to ascend to a high position. Suddenly, it was discovered that the stand was too high and could not get down, so that the exercise never stopped.

Before he knew it, Carlos found that he had reached the pinnacle of humanity when it came to fighting.

Look at the flawed posture of the guys who can actually be classified as their peers. Carlos couldn't help but laugh.

"Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"

Ymir's attention never took his leave of Carlos, finding the king smiling and decisively following the topic.

"A passage suddenly came to mind."

"What?"

Carlos didn't pick up, but stood up.

Moved the lower ankle. With a flick of his wrist again, Carlos thrust between the two of them, who were a little angry.

The best proof of the real anger is that the onlookers have noticed that Carlos has made a move, but there is nothing else in the eyes of the two people in the confrontation.

"You're powerless with your backhand! The forehand is not fine! Loose feet! Unresponsive! None of the movements were decent! Do you still want to compete with me? Dream your dreams!"

After a long absence, Carlos's spoken Chinese has degraded a lot.

At the same time as shouting this slogan that had nothing to do with sword fighting, Carlos lunge between the two, taking advantage of the opportunity of a fight between the two to grab their wrists, twist and mention the other, and let go and kick the hips in one go. Then pressed the knees and knelted the legs, hung the elbows on the shoulders, put the other one over, and separated the two with solid basic skills and strong physique 1V2.

Refreshing!

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by that battle cry you just shouted?"

Finding that the contest was interrupted by the king, the two who got up from the ground were not angry, and patted their butts and asked with a smile.

"It means to tell you, what is the meaning of one force to ten meetings. Without a strong physique, no matter how clever the sword skills are, they are nothing more than rootless wood and sourceless water. Think about those orcs, the movements are rough, but they can't stand the strength of others. An orc can slash at him with an axe, and you can open it with a shield in one hand, and the next knife can kill them. But you are all veterans of the battlefield, how many of the Alliance's recruits can't even block an axe, how many of them need to hold a shield in both hands to barely defend themselves, and there are some who are usually trained to play clever, but they can't set up a shield, and they are split by the orcs with a shield and an axe. ”

Carlos digressed the conversation and shared some battlefield lessons.

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it is always a person who uses it. No matter how powerful a person is, it will not help in front of the legion. Some of you participated in that operation not long ago. ”

Hearing Carlos say this, about a fifth of the onlookers around him nodded.

"Those cultists are not afraid of death. Even when I'm entangled in multiple of them, the back of my head is numb. But what, in front of the power of the legion, the force of the individual is so pale and powerless. The black pressed arrows are overwhelming, and I am not afraid. The bright sword light surged over like ocean waves, afraid of it. ”

Listening to Carlos say in a pompous tone, everyone laughed at the moment, saying that they were afraid.

"I'm afraid, what should I do when I'm afraid? Rely on comrades-in-arms. ”

After saying this, Carlos's face instantly turned cold.

He wanted to give him a few more lessons, but in the distance, Carlos saw a group of dwarves walking towards him, led by the guards, and stopped.

As soon as the atmosphere was interrupted, Carlos didn't have the heart to train his subordinates, and after thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal to be a little more angry than in the fight, so there was no need to go online.

"Go on, Ymir, and look at the dots."

With a few words, Carlos left the crowd and walked towards the slowly approaching dwarf.

"Oh my God, he's so tall!"

"Ahem."

The dwarf at the head coughed angrily when he heard his companion's muttering, and motioned for them to pay attention to etiquette.

"Honorable King of Alterac, Carlos. His Majesty Barov. Captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 4th Regiment of Ironforge, Hemmit? Nesinwari brings you greetings from His Majesty Magni, King of Brass Beards. ”

The dwarf with a musket and tomahawk on his back looked directly at Carlos with his head held high. (To be continued.) )