"It's a rumor. Muhati affirmed, "At least until I came out, there was no movement in the ruling council about going to war." ”

"You can't tell. Muscle Daddy pouted. "The mages can foresee the future, maybe they see that Tyr is going to war in the future, so prepare in advance. ”

"This kind of preparation for war may instead spur some parliamentarians in Tyre to act irrationally. "Maybe it will make them want to preemptively, and once again it will determine the reason." ”

"I don't care about this, I just collect money to fight. ”

"Can you take me to your camp?" asked Muhadi, "I need a place to spend the night and be repaired." I'm going to be here for a while. ”

"Five gold coins. ”

"Do you want me money, after I've done you a great favor?" asked Muhadi.

"I have little ones to raise. ”

Muscle Daddy's mercenary camp was built on the surface of Atki, and the mercenaries set up a circle of tents along the weathered and abandoned complex. A few mercenaries sit in a circle, throwing bones and playing games. One of the mercenaries had a head as bare, as rock, and shoulders as strong as a bull. The equipment on his body is scattered, the chest is made of insect shell plate armor, and the lower body is indeed rusty chain mail. The bracers of his left and right hands were asymmetrical, and one piece of his shin armor was of fine workmanship, while the other had a few small insect-eaten holes. Sure enough, he looked like a mercenary, and his equipment was probably taken from the corpses of the enemy. It's just not known what moths eat shin carapaces.

Daddy threw the big bag on his back to the ground, "Where's our quartermaster? Arrest him, we've got new income! Besides, I have a friend who needs a good tent to spend the night with a girl." ”

"He's hungover. "I don't need a girl. Two voices came at the same time.

The bald officer shouted in a loud voice, "Go to that tent to the east, the old thing is there." If you can't shout, peeing on his face can wake him up. ”

Muscle Daddy gave the officer a slap in the face, slapping half of his face red. "Call me sir! We're going to join the army, so we have to look like a regular army!"

"Fuck you, sir!" the bald officer ran away as he rubbed his face. Muhati still remembers that the muscular daddy likes men even more than women, and that guy is out of luck when he targets him.

"I can't imagine that you actually walked all the way to Atki by yourself, didn't you really call the robbers to rob you?" said the muscle daddy casually.

"I wasn't alone all the time, I parted ways with the caravan halfway through. Muhadi explained, "As for the robbers, they have also encountered them, and they are not very good." ”

"It's good to eat some," Muscle Daddy seemed to misunderstand and began to brag, "Do you know how bald Daddy? Once I was trapped in the desert and couldn't even catch a robber, so I had to eat my own head before I came out." ”

The two attacked a tent without a curtain, and a few lazy mercenaries slept in it, and the smell was strong. Muhadi hoped that the tent they had given them would not be so dirty.

"A few days ago I was hit by a great sandstorm of great-great-grandmother size and the rolled up rocks knocked out a few holes in my tent. Muhathir said, "But if your tent is so shabby, I'd rather live on my own." ”

"Don't worry! I still have the best goods. The Moors slammed their chests. "But don't you really want a girl? Maybe you like to? But the girl I'm talking about is also a psychic mancer, don't you want to see her?"

Why are psychic warlocks so worthless? Such a small mercenary group that has just been established for a short time has psykers?Muhadi wondered, "Where did you find the psychic warlock?"

"Nibennaibai, where else can I be. "She's a good girl, and she's made a lot of money by carrying my mercenary group along the way." ”

"How did she help you make money?"

"By fortune-telling and astrology, boy. I sue you, there are fools everywhere who are superstitious about this. ”

Muhati couldn't bear it anymore and said. "I think you're a fool to let a psychic tell the fortune of a civilian......? It's overkill. ”

"What's that, when I met her in Nibennai, she was also fortune-telling. ”

"Wait," Muhadi wondered. "How do you know she's a psychic mancer?"

"Because she can tell fortunes and astrology, what else. ”

"Psionic energy is not fortune telling. Muhati furrowed his brow and explained. "Psionic ......"

"It's all a thing, at least for those who pay for fortune telling. Muscle Daddy patted Muhadi on the shoulder. "Just wait for the evening to have a good time. ”

In this regard, the psychic warlock has no expectations, the aesthetic of the muscle daddy, it would be good not to find a muscle orangutan.

In a moment they found the quartermaster with a hangover, the old man sleeping face down in his own vomit, his lower body in a mess, smelly and disgusting. It's unbelievable that he still sleeps soundly like this, muttering something from time to time, as if he is dreaming. Muhadi became a psychic warlock and only had the kind of unspeakable, horrific nightmares full of unknowns, which he was quite envious of.

The man snored weirdly, deaf to the one beside him. Muhati saw that the muscular daddy was taking off his pants and hurriedly used a mind piercing to wake up the hangover man.

"Huh?" said the drunkard, inexplicably, "you again?"

"It's rare to have such a calm conversation after a blow of my psionic energy. Mohamad commented.

Muscle Daddy angrily hammered the drunk's head, "Go find a good camel skin tent, or I'll pour urine on your face!"

Then I'm going to spit on you. The drunkard didn't say this, but Muhathir read his thoughts, and the drunken man's brain was almost defenseless. Even if you don't deliberately use psionic powers, you can read ideas.

After a while, the quartermaster returned, leaving behind a tent. "That's for the best. ”

The tent looks good, it's new, and it's well made, but it's splattered with a lot of blood. "Robbed?"

"Picked up. Muscle Daddy said, then sat down cross-legged, "Would you like to eat some meat?"

Muhati took the meat that was handed to him, it was some kind of lizard meat, marinated, dry and hard. "I might as well eat my own shoes and make a pair of your jerky, which will be a little stronger. ”

"Hahahaha. Muscle Daddy laughed heroically. "Wait, we'll eat the roasted lizard in a while, and I'll leave the tail for you to eat!"

At night in the north, the starry sky is a little denser than in the south. The boundless sky is like a glittering crystal, double

The moon shone a hazy light from the clouds. When the night wind turned to blow from the east, Muhadi seemed to hear the swim

The cries of the lost souls that wandered the streets beneath Atbase, the cracked minarets rising from the side, in bright silver

Looming in the moonlight.

The melodious music of the Nedi sounded, and the telemancer did not know if the player was close at hand or far away. Sometimes the illusion of the wind can spread sounds far and wide in the barren wasteland of Attas, especially on the barren desert plains. The desert breeze whipped eastward through the psychic city, and the palm leaves rustled over a small oasis. Muhadi must have heard the wail of his soul, the resonance of the weeping that chilled his bones. But no one else around reacted, and the mercenaries who were making trouble were still playing, maybe the sound was directly acting on the soul, and the ears couldn't hear it, and only the psionic energy could detect it.

The mercenaries eat and live together, which boosts morale. However, the rabble is nothing more than a rabble after all, and Muhadi does not realize that these men can fight against the new army of Tyre, which is only half his own number. In fact, Muhadi felt that if it were just the army fighting, Tyr would have become the strongest in the desert. While the armies of the Witch Kings were still relying on the personal prowess of their officers and the intimidation of their soldiers, Tyre's army had been completely transformed into a more advanced and effective armed force.

The Atas are naturally brave, not to mention the fierce tribesmen, even the inhabitants of the city-state who are contemptuously called kneeling, and there is no shortage of warriors. The Witch King's army is mostly made up of these sturdy slave soldiers who have followed one after another, and who are still stubbornly charging despite the attack of the magic cover. When they attack, they rarely change formations with nimbly maneuvers, but instead lunge forward to attack the enemy as arrows, magic, or psionic energy rain down.

In order for this method of warfare to be effective, it requires everyone's investment beyond the cost of life and death. In response, the Templars of the Witch King threatened them with intimidation and whips, curryed favor with persuasion and money, and praised their bravery and perseverance. In the right environment, on the right day, they can defeat any enemy. In the wrong environment, with a commander they don't trust, the Witch King's army will soon collapse into a rabble. However, after defeat, they can quickly regain their fighting spirit and confidence, and launch a counterattack, causing the overconfident enemy to lose his armor and crush the army.

And Tyre's army has been reformed and has taken on a different look. Inspired by Muhadi's training of soldiers, the new army in Tyre has now established a complete chain of command. This chain of command runs from the Legion Pasha downwards, through the senior and junior officers, through the sergeants to the soldiers, and connects the upper and lower levels as one. This organizational structure allows even soldiers who have not fought in a war to learn quite complex maneuvers and then implement them on the battlefield. Orders to move according to the situation of the Legion Pasha were carried out on the battlefield by soldiers who had been trained by junior officers and sergeants.

A competent Templar may do little to no tactical or strategic maneuvering of troops. He would tell his men to attack, and the troops would do so. He may set a goal, such as besieging a place or fighting to the end, and his troops can often achieve it. But a good general of Tyre might now draw up a battle plan for the movement of a brigade, or even a hundred-man, on the battlefield. There are also sophisticated signals and battlefield communications during combat, with the ability to communicate with troops by waving flags or magic. On the battlefield of Attath, the battlefield is full of dazzling lights bursting with magic and psionic energy, and many situations are not clear. However, Officer Tyre would give tactical orders, and those orders were largely implemented. The soldiers of Tyre have perfected their simple but powerful tactics.

The current new army of Tyre, and its special skills are the military band and the military medical system. The former was inspired by the revolutionary period, Ekismin's anti-mind-reading music. Now Rikas commissioned the fire songs of the people of Ekis as the prototype, and wrote a series of war songs, which are high-spirited and catchy. Not only did it greatly improve morale, but it was also able to convey orders with the help of military music. As for the military medical system, that was Muhadi's own construction. Originally, Tyre's care for the wounded soldiers was too hasty, but based on the experience of the Archduke Karl of the Earth in reforming the Austrian army in 1809, Muhadi proposed to form a team of professional doctors and manage the military doctors like soldiers. This tactic also greatly improved the morale and organization of the Tyre army. In recognition of Muhadi's contribution to the reform of the military system, the Tyre Consul Tiyì, approved by King Tessian, raised the rank of Psychic Warlock by two levels, and now he is a staff officer, Mushaur.

The mercenaries prepared the food, a large pot of chowder, with chopped lizard meat, tubers of some kind of plant, and spicy spices. Muscle Daddy kept his promise and saved the fattest meat on the lizard's tail to Muhadi. The psychic warlock didn't refuse, he didn't bite a bite, and swallowed it directly.

A mercenary dressed in a loose gray tunic with old brown leather breeches and soft high-top leather boots played the horsehead fiddle. A vulgar ditty sounded, and some of the mercenaries shouted "Raina, Raina!"

The shouts reached their peak when the girl appeared, "Raina, Raina!" The mercenaries with thick forearms like buckets clapped their hands vigorously.

A seductive girl, almost naked, walked up to the mercenaries, wearing only a belt of leather and cloth about the size of an eye patch. Her long red cascade cascades down to her shoulders, accentuating a pair of perfectly shaped boobs. She squirmed her ass as she walked slowly.

She wears a small money bag tied around her belt, and when she dances, she gets it in all sorts of new ways. Sometimes he leans back and bites the money with his teeth, and sometimes he lets someone else stuff the money into his purse by himself.

The girl is tall and well-proportioned, and she moves seductively in her backlight, swaying slightly to the beat of the drum. The girl proudly displayed the curves of her body and teased the audience. The surrounding mercenaries generally held their breath, and some whistled. It was a young half-elf girl with long, dark silver supple hair that hung almost down to her waist, almond-yellow eyes, a melon seed face, graceful curved eyebrows, pronounced high cheekbones, full lips, and a slender pointed chin. She has a graceful figure, a slender waist and slender legs.

Muhati has enjoyed belly dancing countless times, compared to other dancers he has ever seen. The girl danced not particularly sensational, nor did she tease the audience unreservedly. Her control of her muscles is unforgettable, and when the girl's upper body dances to the music, the movement of her waist is like the gentle ripples of flowing water.

The musician who played the horse-head fiddle quickened the beat, and the maiden's dance quickened with it. As she whirled, she writhed herself like a snake, graceful, beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and full of sexiness.

A lot of mercenaries are busy taking out money to please the girl. Muscle Daddy leaned over to Muhathir at this time, "How's that? This is the girl I mentioned to you, she's good-looking." ”

"It's pretty, but it doesn't have the otherworldly temperament of the Coral Witch. However, I care more about her identity than her appearance. Driven by curiosity, I couldn't hold back and read her thoughts......" Muhati said to Muscle Daddy...... You're in trouble this time!"

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