Compared with the dozens of hundreds of soldiers crowded into a small corner, the number of people under Zhao Gao's command has to be distinguished, and it takes several squares to arrange it clearly.

This is still the amount that has been lost in two months of massive harassment, otherwise it could have doubled!

"This Nima is not scientific at all!"

Fiona's Title Pioneer sighed helplessly. The level of the troops in his talisman is not high, and it has been a year or two since he entered the plot world, but now he has only saved more than two thousand, which originally seemed to be quite large, but compared with Zhao Gao's achievements in just over two months, it is a bit pitiful.

Zhao Gao's more than 12,000 "strong men", originally as "cannon fodder", should be arrayed in the front row, but because there were too many of them, in the end, Edward III had to prepare a flank for them to guard. As for before these cannon fodder, there are more than 20,000 "cannon fodder of cannon fodder" who have been summoned!

What's more, the legendary Joan of Arc's "Aura of Heavenly Fortune" finally shrouded in at this time, this skill that affects the unlimited number of people is simply a magic skill specially prepared for a large number of low-level troops, even if it is a weakened version, the bonus to Zhao Gao's combat effectiveness has more than doubled.

"I finally understand why there is a limit to the number of troops in each territory." The few remaining combatants in the Land of the Gods were also silent for a moment, and the weigher touched his head even more, and continued with an expression that didn't know if it was a smile or not, "I used to think that this was a useless setting at all, but now that I think about it, I am still too naïve, if there is no such rule, give this kid a few years to develop, he will not make an army of millions, right?" ”

"That's not it, every soldier will consume resources, even if this kind of perverted thing called 'strong man' consumes relatively little, then it is impossible to be so violent without limit." The thinker shook his head, rejecting the exaggerated idea of the trade-taker, if there really was such a thing as a million male soldiers, it could go sideways in any plot world.

"That's right, His Royal Highness the Loyalist should have made a bloody investment, after fighting this plot, I'm afraid his territory will have to rest for at least half a year." A warrior pioneer inadvertently removed the word "cunning" from Zhao Gao's title, and then added the suffix "His Highness" to once again indicate his identity as a field nobleman. No one despises such flattery, but everyone thinks it should be so.

Viscounts and above are conventionally referred to as "Your Majesty", symbolizing the glory of the monarch, while the Baron, as the beginning of an independent lord, the general and powerful title Pioneer and the extremely powerful warrior Pioneer are called "Your Highness", symbolizing the pride of the nobility.

With what Zhao Gao is showing so far, everyone feels that he already has this qualification, even Edward III the Ruler.

"Even if it's squandered like this once in half a year, it's enough to make people look sideways, right?" Everyone secretly thought about it in their hearts, and felt that it seemed that this was also a good choice, but when they thought of their violent ability, they couldn't help but secretly regret it.

Not everyone can copy this crowd tactic, and it is also the most common way to minimize the loss in the plot world, like Zhao Gao, of course, the scenery is infinite when he fights this time, but when he returns to the land of the gods and takes stock of the territory resources, he should regret vomiting blood.

Of course, in a situation like the present, the first to vomit blood must be the opponent, and in any case, they need to come up with the most effective way to solve this pile of cannon fodder.

However, the participants in the restricted area still looked at each other, and none of them were willing to put their small direct troops into the battlefield to exchange cannon fodder. The summoned garbage doesn't hesitate to rush up and eat the first round of attacks, but who here wants to do that?

It's not that they don't want to sacrifice and pay the price, but it's a thankless task like this to be a meat target, which is usually borne by the plot characters. After all, after a lot of work and integration in the early stage, the number of British troops surrounding the city of Paris has exceeded 100,000, and compared with the combatants, they are the real main force.

"Honorable Monsieur Earl, although there are many people on the other side, but they are a bunch of vulnerable fellows, why don't you let your warriors charge at this time and defeat their opponents in one fell swoop to witness how brave the men of Scotland are, you see?"

Fiona signaled, and immediately someone from her think tank appeared. After two years of operation, she has infiltrated the power of the British army, and the Earl of James, the commander of the reserve army transferred from Scotland, is the one who has been more affected.

The Scottish Reserve was never the main force, and it was also lower in the order of the British Crown's army, with the rank of non-commissioned officers generally between E+ and D-. There are a lot of people, but the troops are relatively complete, and they can independently form an attacking phalanx, and six or seven thousand people just form a wave of offensive with the other side and it will not be too wasteful.

Although the title of the Earl of James is higher, it is difficult to say in terms of status, and he has never been able to integrate into the real upper ruling circles of England, which is one of the main reasons why he will be infiltrated. Most of the time, this reckless man doesn't give up the chance to prove himself, but today is an exception. He rode on a tall horse of Scottish descent that was restlessly tugging at the ground with its hooves and a heavy spew of white air from its nostrils, and James glanced at the fellow in front of him with the eyes of a fly.

Anyone who heard that he was going to die didn't have a good face, James didn't have a thunderous anger, it was already based on the usual extraordinary friendship.

"Failed, this timid Scottish rabbit was scared as soon as he went on the battlefield, where did he dare to be the first to charge?" The Thinker came back in a gloomy way, and he was very concerned about the failure of this mission, which meant that all the effort he had spent on James in the early stage had been useless.

"No, Earl James doesn't have that character." Fiona frowned and gave the brain a stern look. In her cognition, most of the information is in her preparation for entering the world of the plot, although this James is only at the level of historical D-, but judging from the relevant historical facts, he should definitely not be a timid person.

"Wait, why don't I think these strong men are different today?" Fiona stared at the Scots under James's command, but did not notice any difference from the original, and then subconsciously set her eyes on the "strong man" in the distance, using the general observation skills.

"Damn, why do they show to be C-class Rebel Elite, what the hell is going on?" Just by inadvertently taking one more look, Fiona immediately became furious, such a heavy information error was enough to disrupt all her layouts.

The C-tier class is the main class of most Trailblazers, which is not worth paying attention to. But now that there are more than 10,000 such troops on the opposite side out of thin air, then even the outcome of the battle cannot be completely determined, let alone the time to end the battle.

No wonder the other party fought her so confidently, no wonder the "rotten" died quietly in an attack, no wonder the brave Earl James would refuse to attack regardless of the honor of the nobles, this is simply a conspiracy, Fiona even wondered if the person who betrayed the information had set a trap for her.

Zhao Gaoxin's righteous song fragment skill "Dust" can not only be used to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger against high-level troops, but also can be used to fake a tiger. At this time, the use of the more than 10,000 strong men under his command immediately modified the information they displayed, from the F-level "peasant strong men" to the C-level "uprising elite", although this is just a trick, but anyone who sees so many C-level troops has to tremble in their hearts.

Another hole card of Zhao Gao was revealed by him strongly!

PS: Let's change it slowly, judging from the ticket type, at least there are still a lot of people who recognize me, so I refuse the eunuch.