On the contrary, even though the surrounding lords did not levy any taxes on the hunters, they were still living in poverty. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoJust because the Black Forest is not a forest in the general sense!

"Bring out all the weapons equipped this time, I can't let the people in my territory kill the enemy like this," Li Lin waved his hand at the guards behind him who were pushing a cart full of weapons.

On the fifth day after returning to the territory, Li Lin received a notice to attend an important meeting of the Council of Nobles of Loren City. He had to attend this unusually large group meeting in person, even though he was still injured.

Fortunately, his arrival has temporarily silenced the discontent about him.

During the meeting, Li Lin, or all the nobles of Loren City, received a call from the royal family. War is coming! Just when Li Lin went out to let off the wind and just came back.

Fortunately, Landa, Raff and others began to sign and train this group of militia during his absence, otherwise, it would have been too late.

After a short period of thought, at the meeting, Li Lin resolutely decided to move three hundred weapons from the arsenal in his manor to equip his first militia unit, as a nobleman with a 'long history', he was eager to revive the glory of his family, and he didn't mind the eyes of the people around him looking at him.

Well, if you don't count the freight, these standard weapons, which are streamlined in modern foundries, really don't cost much. But the problem is that others don't know. Even those as wealthy as Lawrence are required to bring their own weapons when recruiting the militia, a group of cannon fodder with a proper number of people.

Compared to a vigorous expansion and reinforcement of the lair, comparing these weapons to the cannon fodder that is about to set foot on the battlefield, well, elite cannon fodder, most of the nobles in Loren City are obviously more willing to see Li Lin do this. After the meeting, many people appropriately expressed their goodwill, after all, the goods flowing from the Crow Manor made them a lot of money.

Shaking his head, Li Lin buried the faces of the nobles in the meeting that day in his heart, trying not to think about these disgusting things.

Time is running out, and it's time to hand out weapons to get these people used to it. I never thought about it~~

"My lord, isn't this a little too short? We were killed before we could cut down the enemy," the peasants curiously gathered around the wagon full of weapons, and their faces suddenly darkened with excitement.

Li Lin followed the prestige, and couldn't help but twitch his face, it was a short sword for the archers, no, it should be said that it was a short sword equipped with crossbowmen, but looking at the meaning of this group of peasant soldiers, and the envious gaze of the heavy sword behind them at the back of the night watchman, the fool knew what they were thinking.

Have you ever seen a peasant soldier archer in heavy armor and armed with a knight's heavy sword?

Li Lin can understand the psychology of all men who want to have a big guy and a big baby, but the problem is, they have to be conventional!

[Bastard, what have you taught them these days?] Thanks to the fact that he had praised the decision of Rash and the others before. Li Lin glared angrily.

Facing Li Lin's eyes. The bald Raff swallowed and spitted, "I'm sorry sir, because of the time, the training was barely completed, and the common sense aspect, just, just put it aside for the time being......"

Raff actually wanted to vomit blood, although he knew that this group of natives were not cultured, which can be easily seen from the inability to distinguish between the left and right legs during training, but the question is, does this most basic attempt really need to be taught?

It is said that when he joined a mercenary squad before graduating from middle school, he didn't ask the team leader for the old-fashioned artillery that was placed in the corner of the wall and was about to rust when he was holding an AK47~~ Although he was very envious when he looked at the big gun behind the sniper in the team.

"Let's unload all the equipment on the carriage first," Li Lin took a deep breath, and in front of everyone, he forcibly endured his tiredness and ordered.

Raff saw the impatience in his boss's eyes, and he hurriedly walked towards the militia and threw the heavy sword on his back to a militiaman with the most disappointed face~~

This incident shows that it is best not to come out of anything, and good things are just good, and bad things often need to take a certain amount of risk.

With the unlucky guy leaving the field early due to injury, the surrounding militia seemed to understand something.

From Raff's vivid on-site teaching, one of the militiamen slapped his head and exclaimed, "I see, the weapons of these knights are too heavy for us!" ”

See, there are still people who understand, and a few unbelieving militiamen finally gave up this tempting idea after wielding a few heavy swords with great effort.

The instrument is big, the instrument is big, the instrument is big, the important thing is said three times!!

As the militia had calmed down, one of the militiamen suddenly shouted, "We can use a spear, or even a heavy sword to lighten the weight." There was a commotion in the crowd.

"......" Li Lin and the night watchman.

Well, these damned natives still haven't given up on the temptation.

No one has tried to tell this group of natives about the proper allocation of weapons. A night watchman stepped forward.

He held a man-tall wooden shield in his left hand and a wooden dagger in his right hand, and practiced live with another night watchman with a spear.

"Bump!" The spearman holding a three-meter-long spearman had no chance to stab out after the initial blow was blocked by the shield, and the spear sweep was even more useless, but he kept retreating helplessly until he retreated to the wall, gritting his teeth and watching the close-fitting shield shake in front of his nose, but there was nothing he could do.

Because the opponent had already relied on the cover of the big shield to rush within a meter, in this short distance, the short sword in his hand was absolutely deadly, and he could be easily killed with only one assassination with a small space for action and activity.

Of course, in this process, the role is relatively large. However, this is true for natives who are in some ways very simple.

Originally, these giggling peasants, shouting that the spearmen would win, saw that the 'absolute master' was forced to such a point by a small 'short-bladed man', although this behavior seemed so despicable and shameless~~

However, noble deeds have always belonged to the nobles or knights, and the militiamen, who knew that their lives were precious, stopped laughing when they saw this very effective action.

All of them found out that a short sword with a great shield was so dangerous! Well, what's big is left to the knights~~

We are just militias who have no to be put on the stage, and the despicable ones can be left to us, as long as they can live. Let that group of heroic nobles fight in the most knightly way!

These natives are not really stupid, and some things are still weighed.