Chapter 442: The First Face (5)

Of course, Huang Xuan will not achieve it perfectly, but when Huang Xuan gathered the army of microorganisms the next morning, the number was still comparable to that of Mr. Comas, at least 60 trillion units.

"It is said that the glory of the Green Pine Family, rough and fine, you are the Song Family?" Mr. Comas praised with temptation.

"Thank you." Huang Xuan didn't answer, he didn't know the difference between the Song family and the Green family at all.

"Cyrus, stay here." Mr. Comas picked up half a bison in his right hand and raised it far away, "Huang Xuan, are you going with me or watching Cyrus?" ”

"Let's do it together." Huang Xuan said and handed Cyrus a piece of energy refining: "Take care of yourself." ”

With that, the two men mounted their horses.

As we saw earlier, the European armies of this era did not pay attention to reconnaissance, and for them, reconnaissance did not mean as much as people thought, and the armies were all set up in array and fought - not because of chivalry, but because only in this way can they win.

Therefore, Hannibal's victories are all built in head-to-head duels, and there are no surprise soldiers, even if they win more with less, it is a victory of the array, not a victory of strategy.

The small number of cavalry who went out to reconnoiter only needed to give the large army time to line up.

From the time of Cyrus to the birth of Christ, from the Macedonian phalanx to the Roman phalanx, most classic battles, the two sides of the battle are face-to-face rest, and then stand in line, slowly approach, and fight.

This makes many wars of annihilation look like slaughter rather than battles in the end, and Hannibal's war of annihilation is no exception.

Huang Xuan and Comas waited until they were within sight of each other before they began to use the camouflage cover.

Lorraine said expressionlessly: "100 circles per minute." ”

Thinking that the camouflage shield might be used for a few hours in the future, Huang Xuan knew that it was 50 times more powerful, so it was no wonder that Mr. Comas didn't use energy easily. Whoever loses 50 times their assets, the rest is not enough to spend.

When the two men arrived, the multinational force would enter the stage of "burying the pot and making rice", and the people of those tribes would get together and cook their own food, and the things they ate were different, some good and some bad, and Huang Xuan and Mr. Comas would put sinus bacteria together, 100,000 units per pot.

"Only about 10 percent of the people here will avoid infection, 50 percent of the people may be able to resist the initial infection, and the rest of the people will not be so lucky," said Mr. Comas, wearing a camouflage mask. ”

"In this way, the mercenaries also have to 'shoot' these vaccines?"

"Not all, only space-time warriors can fully focus on 'shooting', but mercenaries can be sent back to their original plane after being infected, and if there are travelers and bases, it will be much more difficult to put them out. Where like us. Mr. Comas said, cutting off the little thumb-sized piece of meat from the horse's back and sliding down the edge of the pot, the sinus bacteria tumbling in the boiling water for 10 seconds, enough for them to spread to all the food, 100 degrees would not kill them.

Huang Xuan did the same thing as Mr. Comas, and speaking of which, there were really a lot of pots here, and they poisoned most of the soldiers' cauldrons and spared the small ones—in a way, the privilege really seemed to be eternal.

Passing through a Gaul camp, Comas sowed germs: "The first attack will be two hours later, and it is estimated that they will be stationed this evening, and then, in two days, we will see Hannibal." ”

"Two days? Half of them will die, and the remaining army will not be enough for Hannibal to win. ”

"Do you know how many troops there are here?" Mr. Comas was surprised that it was difficult to judge the number of troops without using energy, and it was too wasteful to use energy at 50 times the loss.

"About 50,000. As I said, the number of Hannibal's army before the Battle of Cannae. ”

"You're saying 25,000 isn't enough? We can use the energy cannon to help, and the 1-pounder cannon can easily solve the problem. Commas was very confident, but he still wanted to hear Huang Xuan's opinion when he said this.

Xiao Huang pondered for a moment and said: "If we want to change this plane to the greatest extent, then we should control Rome, the city of Rome, you may not know, this era is the politics of the city-state, that is, a city rules a vast area, they solve many problems through alliances and alliances, but the foundation is still the city-state, the city and the inhabitants of the city, in this case, only Carthage invades Rome and controls Rome, it is considered a victory." ”

"So?"

"25,000 men are not enough to control the city of Rome."

"50,000 people is not enough." Mr. Comas is clear about that.

"Hannibal is good at using mercenaries, and his goal now is to break down the Roman alliance and get troops from Gaul, but the problem is that he can't let the new number of soldiers exceed the number of his original army, so we can't kill too many of them."

Huang Xuan's persuasion worked, and Mr. Comas thought about it and nodded, "Then we will go to see Hannibal tomorrow." ”

This was the tone of inquiry, and Huang Xuan naturally nodded. If he didn't kill so many Carthaginian mercenaries, it wasn't because of Huang Xuan's fragility or some "messy" emotions, he did think that 25,000 people was too little, Rome had hundreds of thousands of people, counting slaves and the surrounding area, it should be more than a million, maybe more now, and his allies were no exception, but Carthage's soldiers were always decreasing, if Hannibal was defeated, Carthage would also be defeated, or wait for new opponents to rise? That's unrealistic. Mr. Comas's mind is still stuck on the question of how to maximize profits, he wants to gain more ruling base, while Huang Xuan wants to strike a balance between time and effect.

Back on the hill of the previous day, Cyrus caught two more deer, using a bow and arrows made by Commas, which were twisted directly with energy, and the effect seemed to be very good.

Looking at Cyrus roasting deer from afar, Mr. Comas smiled at Huang Xuan and said, "You come to talk to him?" ”

Of course, Huang Xuan knew what to talk about, and it was obviously more powerful to control it than to cultivate an agent, through an existing agent, Cyrus. And who goes to talk to Cyrus may decide who will control this time period and who will control this plane, which is the beginning and a conversation about the distribution of power.

Seeing Huang Xuan's look, Comas laughed twice, looked into the distance, and said, "An ordinary Level 3 traveler is not qualified to have a lost plane, even if there is little hope. ”

Huang Xuan grinned and galloped forward. For the first time, he felt that he was better than Mr. Comas, at least, what he dared to do.

This suddenly reminded him of the pendant that his grandfather once gave him, and what he said - "Be brave". Huang Xuan felt that when he was in the dimensional world, it was like the eve of going to Brazil, perhaps, except for bravery, there was nothing left.

"Mr. Huang......" Cyrus bowed, he obviously did not have any respect for Mr. Comas to Huang Xuan.

Huang Xuan waved his hand indifferently, got off the horse, found a place to sit down, and said, "Cyrus, your surname is Achaemenids?" ”

"Just call me Cyrus." He didn't answer the question.

"Okay then, I'll put it simply, to put it bluntly, you can't go home."

"I know that I chose to come here." Cyrus's expression hasn't changed much, he's in his 50s, and there's nothing he can't let go, except for rights.

Huang Xuan pouted and said, "I will take care of your sons, but what do you think about you?" ”

Cyrus watched Monsieur Comas dismount from a distance and sit on the ground, but he became apprehensive, and he almost guessed by the attitude of the two men that he might have been sold.

"Everything is up to Mr. Huang Xuan." Cyrus said in Persian.

"I wish you had a chance to rule here." Huang Xuan pointed around and said, "There are two powerful countries in this world, maybe three, but you only need to take care of two of them, they are Rome and Carthage, I think you already know, if I give this place to you, can you rule it without cronies?" ”

Knowing that this was an important moment, Cyrus said almost categorically: "Cronies can be cultivated, as long as you give me a foundation." ”

"Can you still fight?"

"Yes." Cyrus patted his chest.

Huang Xuan smiled and said, "Have you used the Yan series of 'medicine' products?" ”

"What's that?"

Huang Xuan pouted, and said with a strange look: "It's a 'medicine' that can prolong your life, so when you master it, I'll give it to you." ”

Cyrus bowed his head cautiously.

……

Early in the morning, after eating the roasted venison without seasoning, the three of them stepped on horseback again and ran out along the noon route.

Mr. Comas looked at the rising sun worriedly and said, "This is not the main plane of P001. ”

"How do you judge?"

"Energy, I applied for an energy expedition." Commas smiled helplessly: "The lost plane, I don't know how to have it, but finding the main plane is obviously one of them." ”

"We'll find out." Huang Xuan said that there is no bottom, when he entered P001, there seemed to be no chance of choice, and it took time to try.

Facing the east, Huang Xuan undulated on the horse's back, and said slowly: "Is the R plane okay?" ”

"I'm a little worried about the elders of the family."

Huang Xuan didn't have to think about it to know that Mr. Commas's worries must be reality, not speculation.