Non-corrupt

Seals love you, so don't brush that......

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8

The sun is blazing.

Through the glass of the library, it cast a slight glitter on the table, and the weather was so favorite day of mankind. Sunlight can banish evil spirits, protect the good, or attack the undead. It has rightfully become the favorite weather of mankind now, the best weather before the war. There were not many people in the library, and the vast majority of idlers were already stockpiling dry food or preparing for war at home. There were only two people here, both teenagers, one holding a book and the other looking out the window worriedly.

"Is there going to be war again?"

Hearing this, the young man who was reading turned his head to his friend and said softly: "Don't worry, it's just some undead inside the Lonely Mountain, and the number won't be too many." It's just a small group of undead, didn't the sheriff say it before? There are only a few hundred undead enemies, and it only takes a single charge to crush them. ”

Hearing this, his friend hesitated for a moment before whispering, "However, I heard that there are thousands of undead soldiers. Bruce, can we hold the lonely mountain? Yesterday I saw the sheriff's vicious dog, Witt, already preparing his belongings, and I saw with my own eyes that the vicious dog was trembling and tidying up their valuable belongings, while noticing if anyone was looking at him. ”

"Hold on, Tern, and have faith in us. And the number of undead has reached several thousand? Oh, that's nonsense. Did a spy get out? Have any scouts got accurate information? No! Empty talk is just a means to shake the hearts of our soldiers, and those undead cunning foxes cowering in holes are waiting for us to reveal their flaws and deliver a fatal blow. There are thousands of soldiers in the Lonely Mountain Alliance, and the human soldiers are originally stronger than the undead soldiers, not to mention fighting more and less, fighting the jungle with the city, in case of attack, even if we are facing a one-on-one battle, we also have a huge advantage. ”

After listening to his friend Bruce's analysis, Turn's finally put his mind at ease and said with a smile: "It seems that you have been prepared for a long time?" That's great. ”

After laughing, Bruce, who buried his head in reading a book, was not as relaxed as he said.

Shirley Falcon, this zombie lord is different from other zombie lords who are only interested in killing, she is more intelligent and insightful. Judging by the scout's report, Bruce himself was able to attend a small combat meeting. The total number of undead soldiers is approximately 4000 infantry with shields, 1200 infantry with spears, 30 hoplites, 140 musketeers and 1200 javelinmen (archer upgrades). Considering that each undead can use a small javelin, ranged humans do not have an advantage, and it is taboo that the firepower of the defenders of the city is actually suppressed. The human army has 1300 shield infantry, 400 archers, 120 trainee knights, 30 official knights, 60+2 adventurers and 7000 militiamen.

At the critical time, the militia caught is just ordinary peasants, and it is good enough for peasants to know how to wield weapons, but they are facing a strong army with a basic type such as the undead. I'm afraid that this militia team will be able to barely use it when it is in a tailwind battle, and once it encounters a headwind battle, it is estimated that it will be swept away like a withering and decaying battle. The undead's muskets are just too much trouble, and even a powerful adventurer with +2 can be easily taken out by dozens of muskets. The entire battlefield situation has already lost most of the time before the battle starts, unless you take the lead and launch a total attack before the undead have set up a formation, ignoring the opponent's long-range strike and then killing with one blow, this battle is not easy to fight.

Bruce has traveled to many cities, and even worked as a mercenary for a while, and he knows all about the customs and warriors of each place. From his point of view, his shield infantry was not much better than the militia, and I am afraid that they had been comfortable for too long, so even their training was wasted for many days. Recently, he was barely led up by a young and promising junior officer like Bruce, and he made this group of street gangster-like infantry know how to listen to orders, and don't think about the formation or anything.

"Now, Bruce."

"Huh?"

Turn's smile was so bright that Bruce was a little jealous. Townspeople like Turn, who are miserable, because they can't even control their own destiny. But he is happy because he does not know that he cannot control his own destiny.

He looked out the window and said with certainty, "If, I mean, if the war is over, let's go to the Duchy of Griffon, to the Kingdom of Rohan, to Lordaeron, shall we?" ”

"Why do you suddenly want to go to these places? Also, if you're going to spend your honeymoon with Rhona, please don't take me with you, I feel sorry for myself. ”

Smiling at Bruce's statement, Turn's look out the window and wistfully, "Because, ah, I've heard that Lordaeron is a good place, with good land. I want to see where I want to go, I want to be a good farmer. ”

"Farmer? You mean, the kind of farming? Even Bruce himself laughed at the question, and after relieving his mood, he asked, "You don't look like a farmer." Didn't you say you wanted to be an artist? Want to try your hand at becoming a bard? ”

Turn, who really doesn't look like a farmer, has fine skin and tender meat, doesn't look like a farmer, has a melon seed face, thin lips, and his eyes don't look like a farmer's eyes. Bruce met Turn, a wealthy man in his family, when he was eleven years old, and he had already become a man with a weapon at the age of eleven, and he had been working hard since he was eleven years old. By the time he returned in his twenties, Turn's had inherited the family's bread workshop. Fortunately, the friendship between the two has not been alienated because they haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and now, Turn's is Bruce's only friend who can talk.

"Laughing at what?" Turn's disgruntled look at Bruce, he lowered his voice and leaned closer to his face and threatened, "Believe it or not, I spread the word about you wiping your butt with your fingers when you were a kid in the city?" ”

When Bruston heard this, he was shocked, that thing was a shame. He hurriedly pleaded, "No, aren't we good friends?" ”

Turn's eyes rolled, and Bruce panicked even more. Based on what he knew about this friend, this guy was having some bad idea, right?

"Then I want your horse!"

Sure enough, Turn's thought of one of the things that distressed Bruce the most, the horse, you must know that Bruce returned to Lonely Mountain largely because the sheriff said that if he came back, the horse would be given to him as a reward. A knight has to get a qualified war horse no matter what, and moving this war horse is definitely like chopping a piece of meat in Bruce's heart.

"It's... Not to do that either! The war is about to begin, and I need my warhorse. ”

Turn: "Then why don't you wait until the war is over, can you lend me your war horse to ride for two days?" ”

"So that's the idea you struck?" Bruce shook his head, but replied, "Okay, it's okay to borrow you to ride." ”

"Wait until the war is over."