Early in the morning of the second day when the main force of the Cadman People's Army entered the Shadow Valley, Major Ron got up early in the morning and led the soldiers to complete the early morning assembly according to the military order of the Pioneer Corps.

By continental standards, the training of the Pioneer Legionnaires was very high.

Their daily training intensity was much higher than the general level of this era, but at this time, Major Ron, who was holding a bowl of oatmeal and a few bagels, looked helplessly at the clearing in the valley, the training of the People's Army was still going on.

Even though they were only running in circles around the platform, the neat formation and the mental state of mind that occasionally shouted slogans in two voices while running made the major a little worried.

Although this was his first week of true contact with the Cadman People's Army, as a good soldier, he had already discovered that the Armed Forces of Transencia were different from other armies, and that serving under Governor Murphy was definitely tiring, and Major Ron had found more than once that these guys were almost overcrowded with all kinds of duties every day.

Their soldiers were free for only a few hours a day, and the rest were either training or sorting out the endless housekeeping, and even after dinner, there would be a special group of soldiers to teach them basic grammar and explain the rules of the army.

This habit has been solidified over the past few months, allowing these soldiers to develop a habit, and even when they go beyond the swamp, they will carry out such learning activities in the camp.

Although not every big-headed soldier likes this kind of life, living in this group has made even lazy people form a set of self-disciplined lifestyles in the eyes of others.

Major Ron, of course, knew what it meant for soldiers to be literate.

That meant that the commander's orders were carried out very well in most cases, and it also meant that the soldiers could find a relatively decent job after retiring, and the intake of knowledge made the soldiers no longer ignorant.

As Marshal Loren famously said, when soldiers truly understand the definition of loyalty and honor, they instinctively pursue those supreme virtues.

But that's what makes Major Ron incomprehensible.

The standing army of Translancia was too small, and in the context of the Black Plague, ordinary lords had already begun to draw strong men.

According to the "custom" of Translancia, the ratio of temporary soldiers drawn in wartime can even reach a terrifying five to one or even three to one, and this ratio has remained relatively high for hundreds of years, which is the main reason why the people of Translancia are so strong.

In this place, it is true to die without fighting!

And Governor Murphy now has nearly 300,000 men under his command, even according to the level of ten to one, he can make up an army of 30,000 people, but this army will no longer rise after the number reaches 3,000 men.

Murphy and his generals seem intent on controlling the size of the army, maintaining this "small but lean" model and imposing a multitude of rules and iron rules and discipline for months.

Major Ron, who was eating a bagel and admitted, that these 3,000 people had caught up with the elite backbone of the Pioneer Corps "Marshal Guards Brigade" in terms of training alone, and in normal confrontation, these 3,000 people could achieve very dazzling results.

But the problem is that when facing an enemy like the Black Scourge, 3,000 people are simply not enough! Unless these 3,000 people are Super Saiyans who can shake their fingers.

So, what did the seemingly ambitious Murphy Governor think?

With this question in mind, Major Ron walked into the headquarters to which they had been assigned, intending to discuss the options for an artillery position with Fraser, only to see his superior writing something on his desk as soon as he entered.

"What are you writing about?"

The Major leaned over to look, and was startled as soon as he opened his mouth, and said:

"Isn't it? Write a suicide note at this time? You're not afraid to scare the Count of Lyon to death? He's only one son, yours! ”

"Be prepared, lest you don't have time to write about it when the time comes."

Fraser didn't care.

He waved his hands very freely and said:

"Wait a minute, wait until I'm done writing this."

"You won't die at all, your father sent four silver bodyguards here to prevent you from doing stupid things, even if we are all besieged on the front line, I guess your father will definitely pay a lot of money to hire a good guy to get you out."

Major Ron crossed his arms and teased:

"Maybe you will hire a golden, your father can definitely do such a thing, and you are a little too cautious, although Marshal Loren asked us to participate in the actual battle, we also have the right to retreat when we can't do anything.

We all know the line of defense built by the Translancians and understand the reason for its existence, so if you're going to fight to the death here, it's just a sign that you're not a good commander. ”

"I know both, but we can't predict which will come first, and that's a quote I heard from those Transanthia warriors, and I think it makes sense."

Fraser smiled, stopped writing, and in the background of the guards behind him busy cleaning up the headquarters, he turned to look at Ron and asked:

"So you're here with questions, right? Say, what are you wondering about? ”

Ron and Fraser had a good relationship in private, especially when he had one of the four iron men in the Battle of the Swamp, he no longer hid some of his thoughts in front of Fraser, he said his doubts again, Fraser shrugged his shoulders and broke the secret:

"That's the backbone!"

"Huh?"

The Major was a little confused, and Fraser went on to explain:

"The last time I was in Transnesia, it was just in time for Governor Murphy to ask General Maxim to form a People's Army, and at that time they had only 300 men, an elite selected from among all the survivors of the time after two rounds of screening.

You know, this part of Transencia is the favorite recruiting place for all generals.

A healthy man in this place was a very good soldier, a fierce man who was not afraid of battle, but Governor Murphy adopted a 'best of the best' strategy when he built his first army.

He did not blindly pursue numerical superiority, and the original 300 people are the backbone of the current 3,000-man army, they adopt the model of 'veterans leading new recruits', each veteran is a node of the army's command system, and it only took one or two months to make the combat effectiveness of this army basically take shape after an expansion.

So I have reason to believe that this army is also the backbone chosen by General Maxim.

With them as the core, after another expansion, Governor Murphy will have an elite army that is no less organized and trained than the Pioneer Corps.

You have also seen the way they were trained and the high level of organization which proved to be a good way of building the army, and I have written a report on it and sent it to the Pioneer Fortress, which I am sure Marshal Loren would also be interested in. ”

"Well, your explanation is interesting, but it still doesn't make me understand their state of mind at this point."

Major Ron frowned and said:

"3,000 men can hold this valley, but that's all, the Maginot Line, which was used for a decisive battle, could not be held by 3,000 men anyway.

It also takes time to expand and build an army, and once the army of jackals is overwhelmed, where will Murphy and Maxim have the time to reorganize? ”

"No, you're wrong, such a quick build-up will definitely go wrong in other places, but not in Transia!"

Frazier's expression also became serious, and he said:

"Don't forget, the former workers of the Maginot Line were prisoners and soldiers who were sent back to Transncia from Nordtov and us! They were trained to have a military foundation, and I had seen on the construction sites of the defensive line that the Transansians were managing the workers in a militarized style.

They screen the 'positive reformers' among the workers and give them good treatment, and they use this method to build the line of defense and select the available sources of troops.

The two are done in tandem.

Moreover, the proportion of veterans among the civilian population of Translancia is frightening, and they also organize militia training in various villages.

You've seen it with your own eyes, and those are reserves that can be pulled into battle at any time.

Their arsenal was rudimentary, but it had begun to mass-produce bolt-action guns of the kind that we thought were less powerful but of reliable quality, coupled with the constant assistance of the Nordov kingdom.

Once these 3,000 men withdraw to the defensive line, I am sure that in half a month at most, the army under the command of Governor Murphy will take shape! ”

"What the hell!"

Major Ron felt his scalp tingle, and he stomped his foot and said:

"How did these vampires become so good at fighting overnight? I've heard from my dad that the Blood Vulture Clan used to focus only on the cultivation of armed blood servants, and their military system was very rotten. Could it be that Governor Murphy somewhere he picked up the strange book of war? ”

"That's not the way the Translancians do, Ron, they must have borrowed an efficient and complete army building system from elsewhere, hiding troops from the people"

The colonel shook his head and said:

"Your observation skills really need to be improved, you have been to those places with me, but you have not found the secret secrets of the Transnsians.

That's not going to work, Ron.

We are the eyes of the king, and we must gather the information that the king wants to see. ”

"But that's not right!"

Ron had one last doubt, he grabbed his hair and said:

"The premise of the great army of the Translancians is that these 3,000 people must return alive to serve as the backbone of the new army, with the intensity of the Black Plague, unless General Maxim voluntarily abandons this valley before the arrival of the main force of the Black Plague, but"

"Of course they can go back, although not necessarily 'alive'."

Fraser said quietly:

"Have you forgotten the 'specialty' of Translasia?"

"Huh?"

Ron's eyes widened for a moment, and he lost his voice and said:

"You mean, vampires? No way! That's a full 3,000 people! ”

"Why not?"

Fraser asked rhetorically:

"The Blood Vulture Clan is waiting to be rebuilt, isn't it?

The Translancians are also used to being led by vampires, aren't they?

Their resistance to vampires in this place is the lowest in the entire continent, not to mention those blood servants, they can only burst out with all their combat power under the leadership of vampires. If I were Governor Murphy, I would never give up this trump card in my hand!

3,000 well-trained human soldiers can't stop the Scourge, but 3,000 vampire warriors with steel discipline can easily kill ten times as many gnolls in the dark, and if they want to leave, no one can stop them.

The Blood Vulture Clan can fly!

Ron, they're the most mobile army on the continent, so there's no such thing as holding on to the end, and they can leave whenever they want.

The initiative in the battle has always been in their hands, and relying on the gnolls can't trap them at all, but we can't, so now you know, why am I writing a suicide note?

You'd better pray that General Maxim won't play tricks and get us an 'accidental death' or something. ”

——

"I'll admit it's cruel, but it's really our only chance to win."

On the way from the Dark Valley to the Blood Alliance position in the Black Flame Pass, the early morning sun shone in the carriage, and the energetic Murphy stretched his body for a moment, and he said to Maxim, who was sitting opposite:

"You want to make sure the soldiers understand the meaning of that document and don't force them to sign it now, I can understand that many people still have doubts, but I believe that when they see the offensive of the Black Scourge, they will understand how important it is to have power on this chaotic continent."

"You don't have to worry about that, master."

Mark sat there, his waist straight, and with his iron will against the day's sleepiness, he said:

"Thanks to the military regulations laid down for us by the Gentile soldiers and their stubborn demand for the imparting of knowledge to the ranks, the literacy rate of our army is probably the highest on the continent at present.

Your documents don't use any complicated grammar and text traps, and even cooks can read them perfectly.

Now they're discussing it under their squad leaders, but considering that there are some Blood Servants in the KPA, and despite our best efforts to reverse their minds, those guys still think it's an honor to be a vampire.

With them, this document will not make too many waves.

I'm concerned now that vampires who use source blood for initial embraces don't have blood contracts, and they lack the ability to enforce action."

"Mark!"

Murphy interrupted Maxim by saying:

"You're my most trusted companion, you know, I've never been a fan of the rotten stuff of the Blood Pact, and in fact, I'm going to set new rules for the Blood Vulture Clan from this battle onwards. We will not use the blood pact method to develop new members on a large scale in the future, and all members of the Blood Vulture Clan will only adopt the oldest source blood birth method in the future.

Blood Pact.

It's a depraved thing, I don't know which genius invented it, but the 'blood caste' of that beautiful thing has stifled the normal progress of our civilization, and it is the dark web it has woven that has sunk our people for more than a thousand years.

We're going to replace the coercive command of the blood pact with something more advanced.

For example, a common ideal, a common desire, or even a common enemy, a common goal, these intangible things seem weak, but they are actually indestructible, and you have seen those examples on the forum, Mark.

An army armed with beliefs and ideals is better than a hundred thousand minions, they have succeeded, and all we have to do is copy, or even parody it. ”

"You'll probably have to convince Archduke Tris."

Maxim whispered:

"You're almost challenging vampire tradition, and it's quite a bold decision."

"Triss won't object, look at what my poor girlfriend has been harmed by the blood pact, they all say that I am rebellious, in fact, the most rebellious member of the blood vulture clan is not me, I don't even think I can even rank in the top three."

Murphy didn't want to discuss the topic, he glanced out the window at the monotonous barren red clay landscape, and said:

"Speaking of today's actions, we picked a bad time to visit Lord Heather, and I guess she's going to be very angry. But I've heard that the lord is a person with quirks."

"She never takes off her mask."

Maxim shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Reania told me that since Lord Heather joined the Knights of the Blood Alliance, her dwarven-style battle mask has almost never been removed, and she even uses psionic cleansing when washing.

However, compared to the quirks of the Knights of Paliano and the legendary Lord Yvette, Lord Heather's 'hobby' is nothing in the Knights of the Blood Alliance, which is full of weirdos. ”

"Well, that's true."

Murphy said maliciously:

"Actually, I've been skeptical about the way Lord Pa Ying chooses his people, you know? Mark, I guess Lord Pa Ying may have some kind of quirk, and as an artist, it's hard for him to be interested in ordinary people.

That's why he's been dedicated to selecting those strange 'problem children' to join his clan for thousands of years.

You know what I mean?

The Knights of the Blood Alliance is actually a 'high-end comic group' that the Lord has spent a thousand years carefully accumulating, and the Knights of the Blood Alliance is an example, although they also use blood contracts, they never abuse this thing, and the Lord has armed the Blood Alliance vampires with the ideal of leading by example, making them the deadliest group on this continent, and only such vampires can patrol the Dark Mountains day after day and call them the 'Gnoll Plague'.

The Lord is a great vampire, I must admit it, and while his personality is indeed a bit weird, it's okay, and no one rules that a geek can't be a hero. ”

"Well, you can say that, I don't dare to get involved in this kind of discussion, Master Murphy."

Maxim whispered:

"Although it is said that Lord Pa Ying is an elder with a big heart, if he is a hidden cautious eye, I may be excommunicated for saying a wrong word. Considering my current responsibilities, I think it's better for me not to take any chances. ”

"Ah, to be so cautious is the best character to be a general."

Murphy put on a strange grin, and he whispered:

"Then let's talk about things that won't get you in trouble, like Leania, where are you going? Did you get on base? ”

As the administrator of the forum's military district, Maxim was obviously aware of these otherworldly ramblings.

In the face of Murphy's inquiry, Maxim kept a straight face and did not answer.

This upset Murphy, and he even double-marked the activation of the blood pact, forcing Mark to say what he was interested in.

"Second Second Base"

The monster's pale cheeks flushed, but his answer still didn't satisfy Murphy.

"People who are happy with each other, people who have a common past, have developed so much after so long? You're not even as good as a cow! ”

The governor knocked on the table and said:

"I don't care! Before the end of the Black Plague, you must go to home plate! Mark, this is my order for you! Don't worry, it's not my bad taste, you have to adopt a little strategy if you want Leania to stay with you for a long time.

It is one thing for us to brush her military merits and let her live out the value of the united front.

You have to deepen your weight in her heart, so that she can be a little hesitant in the face of duty and oath. I'd also like the Vulture Clan to have one more 'Ranger General', and it's not just for your well-being, Mark, it's good for the clan.

You have to take your responsibility, so I'll take care of it, and you can take care of the haughty moon elf!

Let's just say that. ”

(End of chapter)