White stripes on a gold background, wolf head markings. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This old man is a painter, and the painting is very good, Zhu Liu is very satisfied: "Okay, this is it." ”

The current concept of the orc flag is completely lost, which is a very big loophole; When Zhu Liu and the Flying Fish tribe were fighting, the orcs on both sides rushed and couldn't recognize which was their own side and which was the enemy.

If you want to talk about the war of orcs, there are generally no more than 100 people, they are all familiar neighbors, and when they get to the battlefield, they know their own people, and those who don't know are enemies.

After Zhu Liu unified the five tribes, many of the warriors were fresh-faced, and when they arrived on the battlefield, except for a few who knew each other, the other roots did not know each other, and many casualties were hacked to death by their own people.

Zhu Liu suffered this loss, and thought about designing a royal flag and imprinting it on the arms of the soldiers.

On the third day of walking, there was a divine soldier descending from heaven.

A group of blood-clad warriors descended from the sky, lined up in a neat phalanx, blocking the front of the team.

The orc warrior screamed and took out his weapon, glaring at the brass bell with big eyes.

"Stand down." Zhu Liu immediately rushed out to form a team.

Among the red-clothed troops, one of them ran out first and shouted, "Major Zhu, a thousand legions are here to report." ”

Zhu Liu was overjoyed: "Welcome, welcome, what do you call it?" "Positioning teleportation, spending an extra hundred gold coins per person, these guys are really willing.

"Commander of a Thousand Legions, Imprisoned Dragon."

"Very good, classmate Prison Dragon, don't talk nonsense, I'll just order the first task directly."

"Please instruct."

"Lead a thousand legions to maintain the retreat order of the human contingent in the rear." Zhu Liu was full of helplessness, although he issued an order to prohibit cannibalism, the stupid heads of the orcs remembered the military order, and they really thought too much, and there was more than one cannibalism incident in the past two days.

Finally, there is a way, directly withdraw the orcs, and let the Thousand Legions take over the defense of the Terrans.

The retreating party crossed three mountains and took ten days.

In the first three days, more than 300 humans died every day, dying of exhaustion, starvation, thirst, fighting, falling off cliffs, and being eaten by orcs. All sorts of bizarre ways to die.

After the Thousand Legions took over, in the next seven days, only five humans died, three of them were seriously ill, five were injured and wounded; A small child squeezed down a cliff; One was eaten by the orcs in the dark.

The glass-like river, shining with sparkling splashes, red fish swimming happily, shyly eyes poking out of the waves, wagging their tails, and swishing to the bottom of the river.

There is a green grass on the shore, and the small grass that pierces the ground turf, interpreting the fragile and tenacious vitality.

The human team shouted in surprise when they saw it, and under the leadership of the Thousand Legions, even their mental outlook changed and they became confident.

Even the orcs, who don't like water, loosen the corners of their eyebrows.

The shaman knelt on the ground, picked up a handful of turf crumbs, and wept bitterly: "Beast God bless, Beast God bless." ”

The humans collectively knelt on the ground and prayed, and the orc soldiers touched their heads and didn't understand what was going on, so they went with the flow after thinking about it, kneeling on the ground and whining and shouting.

"My king, among the mountains, there was originally a void crack. Later the void chasm disappeared, and plains and rivers appeared. ”

On the other side of the bright and clear river, there is a small plain, in the middle of the mountains.

"Captain of the Dragon Prisoner, the time is almost up, let's not leave, I plan to settle humans here. How much fertile land will there be when that land is carved out? ”

Zhu Liu doesn't want to farm, farming is a tiring job, how can it be convenient for orcs to rob and kill. But in the past few days he has calculated an account, an economic account.

1,300 tons of military rations were obtained, totaling 260,000 catties.

How much did it cost to get these rations? That's 160,000 gold coins.

What kind of concept is this, two fifth-order strange grasses, two kings reincarnation orders.

A Xuanfrost Dragon Wolf is only 3,000 gold coins; The three-headed demon dragon ate fifty gold coins of strange grass a day, and Zhu Liu was distressed to death.

The food exchanged for 160,000 gold coins is only enough for four months.

It is equivalent to the cost of consuming 1,300 gold coins a day to support an army.

When the three-headed demon dragon heard this, it was estimated that he would cry and be blind on the side.

Zhu Liu thought of another question, if these military ladies obtained it by farming.

According to the calculation of the output of ancient farmland, one mu of real estate is 300 catties, one-third of the tax, 100 catties, and 100,000 catties of 1,000 mu of tax.

Zhu Liu spent all the gold coins, and the connections he could use were even sold, and the military rations he got were nothing more than taxes for three thousand acres of land.

Is 3,000 acres a lot, which of the ancient big landlords was not a thousand hectares of fertile land, it was calculated according to 10,000 acres.

Compared with those people, Zhu Liu felt that he was a second-class person, a poor ghost through and through. I finally understood why the ancient landlords were so bullish.

I have realized a truth, in the war years of this kind of cold weapon, fighting life and death a hundred times is not as good as the reality of farming for half a year.

Zhu Liu remembered that the Supreme Royal City gave him a baron and a fief, and he didn't take it to heart, but when he thought about it, he was too young, the baron didn't care, the fief had to be in his hands. It's a chicken that lays golden eggs.

The imprisoned dragon measured left and right with his fingers for a while: "There are 50,000 to 70,000 mu visually, if you can make terraces, the area will increase tenfold." At present, the backward level of technology, irrigation is a very big problem. Your working population is only 3,000, and planting 50,000 mu is almost the limit, and I don't recommend terraces. ”

Zhu Liu was nodding, and the imprisoned dragon took two steps and walked in front of him, staring at him with a pair of righteous eyes: "Major Zhu, our Thousand Legions are here to fight, not to help you farm, please make this clear." If I had to farm here, I would have to apply to my superiors and do it myself. ”

"Don't worry, Commander of the Imprisoned Dragon." Zhu Liu took out a magic weapon like a bull's horn and handed it over: "Listen to it yourself." ”

Inside was the voice of the shaman, with some excitement: "My king, after the Flying Fish tribe collected the protection money, the totem divine soldiers were stolen, and they were besieged by the Red Earth Tribe and the Mountain Ghost Tribe that night, the orc warriors were slaughtered by the poisonous evil spirits, and the chief falcon escaped and disappeared. The chief of the mountain ghost tribe, the dryad, also died, and the shaman surrendered to the red earth tribe. The Tribal Coalition is now led by the Coyote Chief of the Red Earth Tribe, who demands the right of first night in all tribes.

The orc coalition is experiencing a severe shortage of food, and has replaced food with human slaves, and even so, their food will not last for three days. ”

"The war has begun, and after a day off, we will turn around and go to Yomo."

The imprisoned dragon opened his watch, and a phantom flashed, and the high-definition holographic elf continent map he exchanged for found Yomo City: "The coyote orcs are short of food, and they will enter the east to rob the human race as soon as possible." By location, the city of Yomo was the biggest obstacle in the way of the east. We can wait and see. ”

"Wait for the coyotes to fight with Yomo, and we'll take advantage of the fisherman."

"The problem now is that the Coyote Department has highly poisonous spirits and totemic gods, and Yomo City is likely to not be able to defeat them."

Zhu Liu flipped the map back, pointed to a point, and said, "Not far behind the city of Yomo, there is a half-elf elf outpost; It is the vanguard of the battle between the elves and the earth spirits. In the entire Elven Continent, the main battlefield is still under the Kingdom of Hiriton of the Earth Spirit; Yomo City will inevitably ask for help from the outpost, and in the face of the elite troops of the elven clan, even if it is only one outpost, it is not something that the coyotes can fight. ”