Ride and slash the world.

Cilonian Castle.

Hall of Lords.

It is decorated like a king's throne.

Zhang Qi threw two or three silver dragons in his hand, one on the other.

The clanging sound of coins colliding is extremely pleasant.

"Three twenty two hundred seventy seven million."

"Hehe, nearly a hundred years of accumulation."

Zhang Qi looked at the balance of the dinar and muttered.

The wanderers in the riding and slashing world are still the same, and their faces have not changed in the slightest, which may be related to the fact that the game played by Zhang Qi before the crossing did not open the option of natural old age.

That's a good thing.

He didn't have to spend any effort to recruit wanderers to practice his skills, a veteran, and he could use him until he died.

Jieying, the spice merchant, and a few specially cultivated runners and wanderers have almost covered the entire riding and slashing continent.

If not every town needs to get money back.

Zhang Qi will definitely have more dinars now.

However, 3,297,000,000 dinars is sufficient.

More than 300 million catties of outlet.

Nearly 200,000 tons.

What a concept.

A 200-ton blue whale yielded a thousand.

There are nearly 2,000 top-level NPC soldiers in the garrison camps around the country.

If we take the example of elite mounted cavalry.

Even men and horses and armor were taken out, and one person was required to spend 130,000 dinars.

Two thousand people need twenty-sixty million dinars.

Of course, this is an example of the heaviest elite mounted cavalry.

Zhang Qi's subordinates are naturally not all of this kind.

Moreover, the number of commanders is still [one hundred and seventy-five] because the power level has not been raised.

Regarding the promotion mechanism of the power level, Zhang Qi has not completely figured out until now, and only knows that it depends on the number of people under his rule.

But this is inevitably too far away.

At first, it was only a dozen people who were upgraded.

Later, thousands of people were promoted to the next level.

Last time, 150,000 people were promoted to another level.

But now.

The number of people registered by the Ministry of Household Registration has exceeded 3 million, reaching more than 3.67 million, and there is still no movement in the promotion of the level of rights.

Could it be that this has to be tens of millions?

the groove.

The population of the entire Han Empire has not yet exceeded 50 million, okay?

If the fourth level of power required one-fifth of the population of the Han Empire, how could the fifth level be raised?

Colonial Ball? Good idea.

And what about the sixth level?

Judging from the panel, the end of the power level is at the sixth level.

Anyone who has played the game knows it.

Often the last level of things is the absolute trump card that can be decided, how can Zhang Qi not be curious.

What if the final level of the skill is immortal? Is it becoming a god?

The world of riding and slashing can be changed, and it depends on his [virtual and real] skills.

Perhaps, the sixth-level skill can really give him the authority to rule a realm.

Zhang Qi's gaze withdrew from the panel.

Level 6 is too far.

Now I haven't even reached the fourth level, and thinking too much will only mess up my mind.

He came here this time to raise his hole cards.

Next year at the earliest, and the year after the latest

Zhang Qi had a hunch that he was about to meet Liu Che head-on.

In a year or two, relying on the efforts of the outside water forging workshops and craftsmen alone could not be able to arm Zhang Qi's 300,000 troops.

Yes.

Zhang Qi wanted 300,000 fully armed armored divisions, not tens of thousands of elites driving more than 200,000 ordinary people who waved their flags and cheered.

First appearance.

Zhang Qi plans to give Liu Che a big one!

The fastest place to source armor has to be the world of riding and slashing.

Buy.

The consumption of dinars is too large, which will greatly reduce the amount that Zhang Qi can take out.

Build.

There are not even any comparisons to the outside world here, and the number of people in the riding and slashing world is only one or two hundred thousand at present.

It's no problem to use it to study the type of battle armor, but it has to rely on the outside world for mass manufacturing.

Then there is only one way.

War.

In one year in the outside world, twenty-four years in the world, Zhang Qi plans to spend half a year, that is, twelve years in the world, to complete the unification of Calradia.

And as a by-product of unification.

Zhang Qi can harvest tens of thousands of complete sets of armor at a minimum.

The quality of the armor depends on the quality of the troops of the NPC lords in the riding and slashing world.

In the past 100 years, their heads have been broken and bleeding.

Presumably, the number of top soldiers under his command should be quite a lot.

It's time to harvest.

Jingling.

Several silver dragons were clenched tightly in Zhang Qi's hands.

He rose from his throne.

Walk across the bright red carpet.

Came to the castle outside the lord's hall.

One hundred and seventy-five Khan's guards have been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Qi smiled.

Draped in a full set of armor with the lord prefix.

"Let's take the empire first!"

"Walk, dregs of the Empire, your Emperor is back!"

Launched.

Turn the horse's head.

One hundred and seventy-five Khan's guards moved silently.

Slowly drove out of Silonia.

Then, the horse's hooves galloped and roared like thunder.

The first battle.

Mezea! ——

"Get up! That's all you can do? ”

"It's not okay to get hit?"

"I'm telling you, when you get to the battlefield, the impact of the war horse is much more powerful than these things!"

"Hurry up, those who can't make three noises will be eliminated directly!"

Outside Zeshui Village, Chengze, Liaoning.

The selection in the urn city continues.

Since the second day of the formation of more than 100 militiamen, this is already the sixteenth day of selection.

They experienced a nocturnal invasion.

Long-distance armor off-roading.

Training to put on armor for a short time.

These are all necessary.

Although no one will let the armored soldiers rush away with their armor on.

But I'm afraid of a just in case.

What if it's a surprise attack?

The enemy won't wait for you to put on your armor before going to war with you.

Therefore, training these is not to make everyone become superhuman, but to let them have a bottom in their hearts, and not to mess up directly when they really encounter them.

And today's training.

It is anti-impact training.

Clad in armor, he was struck by a piece of flesh that swung down from above with a rope.

These training subjects were all used after the Tiger Benjun's personal experiments.

It's uncomfortable, but it's not dead.

Even if there is really a poor physique, the healers of the Hanging Pot Division are already ready.

Besides, if the physique is too poor, you can't pass the selection.

Selection is based on a points-based system.

For each completed item, extra points will be awarded, and by the time the settlement date comes, those who meet the score will be directly incorporated into the two armies of the Tiger and Eagle Strike, and those who do not meet the standards will be lowered to the new army newly formed by the generals.

Dian Lei shook his somewhat dizzy head, and the feeling of tightness in his chest was too uncomfortable.

He coughed vigorously twice before he got up from the ground.

Ten days of hard work.

These young people, who were once just militias, have undergone a qualitative change.

Everyone's faces faded from their former greenness and became steady.

And the biggest change is the classic style.

After that day's call-up, his mind had changed.

The direction of thinking is no longer just about himself and his brother, but from the overall situation.

To put it simply, his perspective is no longer a soldier, but a general.

That's why the Leader who came to train them that day paid extra attention to him.

There is a way that thousands of troops are easy to obtain, but one will be difficult to find.

If there are good seedlings, then they naturally have to be cultivated well.

"Three groups on, four groups ready."

Dian Feng, who was the first to complete the anti-impact training, stood beside the militia who were being trained.

Seeing his younger brother get up from the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately commanded the other militia behind him.

After more than ten days of getting along, these militiamen were quite subdued by him.

Because of each training, he and Dian Lei both have spare energy to help others.

"Training is over!"

"Dian Feng stays, and the others bring it back!"

On the city wall, an order was heard, and the militia in the urn city supported each other back to their residences.

Dian Feng, on the other hand, looked up at the top of the city wall.

(End of chapter)