Chapter 39
One more skill is a good thing after all. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, his intuition told Hudson that it had something to do with the previous compass devouring soul fire.
Until then, his archery skills had been just a beginner. With the strength of the knight's arms, he is able to draw the strong bow to the fullest. The hit rate is limited to within fifty meters, and further away is the character.
With keen perception, it is now possible to easily lock onto targets. It's a pity that although the bow and arrow in his hand are of good quality, they are just ordinary goods. If it were replaced with a special bow and arrow of the elves, the commander of the rebel army would definitely not be able to run away today.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"
Hudson, who went to the top, directly turned on the point shooting mode. If you see something that is not pleasing to the eye, you will directly send an arrow, and dozens of people will die in an instant.
The live-action version of the chicken mode, except that the rifle has been replaced with a bow and arrow. However, this does not affect the game experience at all, this kind of wandering on the edge of life and death is even more exciting.
Hudson, who had exhausted a magazine and calmed down, immediately ordered the guards beside him, "Shout with me." ”
"The rebellious boss is dead, and those who don't want to die surrender quickly!"
"The rebellious boss is dead, and those who don't want to die surrender quickly!"
……
First dozens of people, then hundreds, and finally thousands of coalition soldiers shouted. The deafening shouts caused confusion among the rebel soldiers.
"Don't listen to the enemy's nonsense, how can the high priest ......"
Before the rebel leader could finish his sentence, he was hit by the arrow that Hudson had snatched from the archers, and he was killed directly.
This is just the beginning, and all the rebel leaders who jump out to stabilize the morale of the army will be specially cared for by Hudson's bow and arrow.
As long as it is within range, it is almost always a one-hit kill. As a price, Hudson's strong bow was scrapped in two.
With no one in charge of the overall situation, the rebel soldiers, who were disturbed, stopped their progress one after another, looking for the figure of the "high priest" in all directions.
But at this moment, where is there still the figure of the gray-robed old man, not only is the boss gone, but even the leader of the rebel army, who is the daily commander, is now dead and wounded.
Seeing this scene, many rebel soldiers who were psychologically fragile collapsed directly on the spot. As it turns out, the elixir of courage is not a panacea either.
The prelude to the collapse began, and most of the rebel soldiers, with the exception of a few diehards, lost their desire to fight.
The cautious Hudson did not rush to order the whole army to attack, but quietly waited for the rebel soldiers to make a choice.
At this point in the battle, it doesn't matter whether they surrender or not, as long as they drag it out until the effect of the medicine expires, everything will be over.
In Hudson's view, the rebel soldiers in front of him were like opium smokers. At the beginning, his spirits were high, his combat effectiveness skyrocketed, and he was sluggish as soon as the effect of the medicine passed.
Perhaps the Skeleton will control the rebel soldiers more than opium, but it will not be on the table after all.
If it weren't for the limited blessing of combat effectiveness and the many restrictions, it was just some sequelae, and the aristocratic group, which estimated that they had more resources, would have begun to follow suit a long time ago.
Hudson didn't have to wait long, deserters began to appear in the rebel camp, one, two, three, four...... It soon led to a swarm effect.
Watching the rebel soldiers throw down their weapons and flee in all directions, Hudson, who was originally going to order a pursuit, finally relented.
They are all miserable people, so why kill them all? The most important thing is that people have thrown away the most valuable weapons, and they can't loot the loot when they catch up!
Unlike the supplies in the camp, these trophies are his legal income, and they can be taken on the road in a righteous and bright way.
commanding other people's private armies to fight, and scooping up war exploits and spoils for themselves, the casualties and losses caused are still paid by the original owner, and it feels comfortable to think about it.
The rules of the game are like this, in the continent of Aslanth, serf soldiers have no human rights, and their military exploits belong to the nobility.
As the sole commander of this battle, Hudson naturally qualified to enjoy the merits of the battle alone. As for the colleagues of the Fifth Army, it is better to explain to the coalition command why they should leave their baggage and run out to rob it!
jumped out to compete for military merits, if they left their elite to escort grain and grass, and now they want a piece of the pie, then it can barely be said.
It's a pity that they all went out to rob with their elites, and all those who stayed behind were serf soldiers. In this context, even if they can pull down their faces, no one will approve of it?
Even the war report, Hudson has already thought about it. Winning this war and preserving the food and grass of the noble coalition army is mainly due to the wise command of the Hudson knights and the bloody battle of the Coslow family's private army.
As for the other serf soldiers who participated in the war, it was purely a number, and it was enough to pass it directly in one stroke, and there was no need to waste parchment.
"The order is given, and the overseer is responsible for collecting the wounded and guarding them; The first ~ 1000 people are responsible for cleaning the battlefield and collecting loot; The 11th ~ 2300-strong team is responsible for collecting firewood; Twenty-fourth......"
Hudson commanded in a high-spirited manner.
The top priority at the moment is to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible, and by the way, burn and dispose of the corpses on the ground, so as not to leave an opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.
The silver skeletons have all appeared, and who knows if the escaped rebel mages will turn back and use the corpses on the ground to carry out an undead disaster.
Of course, this is only one possibility. If the Necromantic Scourge was so easy to handle, the continent of Aslant would have been the world of necromancers for a long time.
As far as Hudson knew, the mysterious necromancer was actually similar to an ordinary magician, nothing more than an additional skill to summon undead creatures.
Theoretically, undead creatures can be summoned indefinitely, provided that the mental power is strong enough to suppress the undead creatures they summon.
This suppression is not the suppression of a single undead creature, but the suppression of the sum of the spiritual power of the undead creature summoned by the residence.
Once the tipping point is exceeded, it will be countered by undead creatures. A large part of the reason why necromancers are scarce is due to the backlash of undead creatures.
After all, the summoned undead creatures can devour the flesh and blood of living beings, and the spirit of the soul can be promoted, and once the spiritual power of the undead creature exceeds that of the necromancer, it can break free from the shackles of the contract.
As a moralistic undead creature, in order to repay the kindness summoned by the necromancer, it is natural to take him with him forever.
In contrast, believers who are attached to a certain big figure in the undead world are much safer.
If your own spiritual power is not enough, you can also fake the tiger's power, with specific rituals or spells, with the help of the power of the master behind it.
Of course, across the world, the power that can be borrowed is also very limited. Otherwise, what I encountered just now would not be five silver skeletons, but a sea of skeletons.