The conversation between Fraser and his father continued, but after the Colonel voiced his concerns, the leadership of the conversation shifted from the Count of Lyon to the Colonel.

Realizing that the Cato region might fall victim to this black plague, the Count of Lyon sensibly stopped asking his son to quit the army immediately, and the cunning and deep aristocrat knew very well that his son's fears were not frivolous.

That's the worst-case scenario that is absolutely possible.

As Fraser asserts, the Capetian family could not accept the loss of the Cato region, and most importantly, neither could the rest of their allies, the Count of Lyon was not a soldier, but he faced no better enemies than the Jackals on the battlefield called "Power".

Therefore, both in public and private, the Count of Lyon must be prepared immediately.

He was really reluctant to cooperate with the Trancian barbarians.

But for now, it seems that this is a good choice for both sides, and with the influence of the Capetian family in the Plantagenet Kingdom, once the Count has made up his mind, the current lax armament in the Cato region can be effectively strengthened immediately.

But the biggest problem in that place is not on the surface.

King Louis, in order to appease the Wolf Poison Clan and divert their power on the Isle of Greene, had transferred part of Cato to Edward the Elder.

Of course, there is also the deep involvement of the Capetian family in this exchange of interests.

Count Leon didn't nod, no matter how great Edward old Edward was, he didn't want to integrate into the circle of the Cato region as soon as possible, and now that the Wolf Venom Clan has taken root in the Cato region, if Count Leon wants to strengthen the defense over there, he must communicate with the Wolf Venom Clan.

In this matter, the Count of Lyon decided to listen to his son's advice.

He is a very self-aware man, he is good at power tricks and communication, but he is not very good at these strategic levels, and his son is much better than himself in this regard.

And what Fraser said just now made the Count of Lyon quite satisfied.

This is a conversation between the next generation of Capetian and the current one!

To be able to say this has proved that Fraser has the consciousness to dedicate himself to the family, which is good, and it seems that his son has also learned a lot in the war, like a peerless sword that has been tempered.

One day he will be unsheathed, one day he will be famous on the mainland, and then the hope of the Capetian family will come further.

While the father and son were talking, there were other patients being treated in this field hospital.

More than a hundred wounded people were sent here through the portal of the Blood Vulture Clan, and now Ah Feng has been urgently recalled, and even Lady Judy, a surgeon who has not operated on it for many years, has been called over.

In the tent set up in the field hospital, one operation after another was being carried out at the same time, and the simple sutures and treatments were handed over to Ah Feng's apprentices, and Mama Jules also brought a group of priests from the Avalon Church to help with the treatment.

However, the situation of several members of the Plantagenet artillery team who stepped into battle with Colonel Fraser was not optimistic, and the battle in the last moments was too wild, many were killed, and almost all who survived were wounded.

"This one needs to be amputated! His legs had been completely infected with filthy weapons, and his bones had been spotted with poison, and the priests' purification techniques could only suppress the contamination from spreading, and he would have to lose a leg if he wanted to survive.

At least one! ”

Ah Feng was wearing a white doctor's robe and a cotton mask, and shouted to several apprentices beside him, and someone immediately went to prepare the surgical items.

The mummy mother Niphitali, who came with her own disciples to meet the world and beat her hands by the way, pursed her lips and showed a strange expression on the mummy's face.

She pointed to the artillery captain who had only his last breath left, and was hanging for his life with Father Avalon's healing skills, and said to Ah Feng:

"There's no need to cure this, right? He is also severely disabled when he is rescued, and it is not a bad thing that he is contaminated with voodoo by the gnolls, as long as I have permission, I can immediately transform him into a zombie or a mummy.

Because he died of filth, he will be resurrected as a powerful undead with toxin specialization. ”

"Shut up, my mentor."

Ah Feng sighed.

He glanced around at the gorse-stricken soldiers who had heard Nefitari's "gibberish" and were glaring in anger.

He stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of the mummy mother, who was still about to speak, and said to her:

"I know you don't like the living, but please restrain the urge to create the undead. Since this warrior is not dead, then I will not allow him to be taken away by death at my hands.

You can choose to be my assistant, or go out and take a look, I've heard that the warriors have brought back the remains of a lot of great gnolls, why don't you go there and assemble a few undead to play with? ”

"Let go of me!"

The mummy mother pushed Ah Feng away, and she scolded:

"Dare to touch a priest so recklessly, in the Moon Holy City, you will be thrown into the beetle pit and bitten to death!"

"I'm a spirit, my poor teacher."

Ah Feng had a headache.

He began to regret bringing Nephitali to the world, and just then, a female soldier in a medical uniform strode into the tent and showed a document to Ah Feng.

She whispered:

"Your Excellency, we have examined and found that this batch of Plantagenet wounded has been purchased with our 'war insurance', so it is our duty to equip those who have had their amputations with mechanical limbs.

But this clause requires my signature to take effect, you see"

"He's like this, how can he sign it?"

Ah Feng shook his head, picked up the pen and signed his name on it, saying:

"Immediately ask the mechanics to send fifty sets of engineering prosthetics over as a backup, the fighting on the Black Flame Pass is getting more and more intense, and many people will need these things soon."

"Okay, Dean, I'll arrange it immediately."

The female soldier immediately left the tent to prepare, and Ah Feng had already started the third amputation operation today.

In fact, some injuries can be improved by long-term treatment, and there is no need to amputate the limb as soon as it comes up, but there are so many things that quacks in the field have to think about, and when a life can be saved as quickly as possible in a war situation, the poor option of amputation can also be adopted.

The war medical treatment on this continent can't even catch up with the Napoleonic era, and the field hospital in charge of Ah Feng lacks everything, even the former butchers have been pulled over to see the doctor, and there are gods and sticks shuttling through it, using healing techniques to heal the body while doing their best to develop a few believers by the way.

In Ah Feng's opinion, this is an out-and-out grass platform team.

But there is no doubt that this is already a feat ahead of its time.

After ten minutes, with the assistance of Nefitali's superb undead construction technique, Ah Feng successfully completed the amputation, and Brother Zhong, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, saw that his "opportunity" had arrived, and immediately excitedly carried a box forward, first let his right arm exhaust steam to relieve pressure, and then used his own manipulator to open the box.

It is worth mentioning that Brother Zhongzhong's left hand has been replaced from the rough three-claw structure with "advanced technology" from the port of Chardo.

The silver-gray five-fingered palm is very flexible, even more technological than the mechanical arm made by Xiao Sharon on his right arm.

The coolest thing is that this thing also comes with a self-protection module for contact discharge, which is as cool and powerful as his mother's "palm thunder".

"Now, our Mechanics Guild just imported a new batch of high-grade mechanical supplies from Port Chardo, and this will be directly used on you, I said at the beginning, buying war insurance is a matter of killing two birds with one stone."

Bringing on a complex monocle of engineering glasses, Loyal took a mechanical leg out of the box, took out an arithmetic orb and loaded it into it to initiate pre-made edits, and then measured the broken leg of the unlucky man who had just been amputated.

With an engineering wrench and a spare gold-burning screwdriver stuck in the engineer's belt around his waist, he said to the soldiers around him who were silently watching the scene:

"With this baby, your captain will not only not lose mobility due to amputation, but will also have a cool mechanical left leg, but unfortunately he did not purchase value-added services, resulting in this left leg can only maintain the most basic specifications.

If I have a weapon value-added service, I can add a Steam Mantis Knife to this leg!

It was a cool weapon that my mentor and I had developed together, and it was even thumbs-up from the old flywheel, the master of engineering.

This way, your captain can have the power of the 'Sonic Foot Knife' when he launches a kick, and if he doesn't like melee combat, I can put a machine gun in his leg, with twelve rounds on hand, and can take out a squad of gnolls' heads at a critical moment.

Hey, this thing is so perfect, if it weren't for my legs, I'd like to get one for myself! ”

"We can actually help you."

The soldiers around him spoke faintly.

Obviously, they were disgusted with this mechanical thing, and no normal person would want to put it on themselves.

But the war insurance purchased by the commanders has cost money, and the captain is indeed lame, so it is better for him to give the other brothers a thunderstorm.

So under the watchful eyes of the officers and soldiers of the artillery team, Brother Loyal completed his first prosthetic replacement operation in the field hospital very smoothly, and the reconfigured mechanical leg was buckled to the guy's broken leg through a simple but practical connection structure under the calculation of the calculation orb, but unfortunately he is now in a coma and cannot try whether this thing can take effect.

But Brother Loyal was not disappointed.

Because there were still two unlucky people in the tent whose arms had been cut off, he happily stepped forward and took out two more mechanical hands and replaced them.

This time, Brother Zhong's "bewitchment" was a great success.

He persuaded one of the wealthy young and wealthy soldiers to buy his new "value-added service", and then attached a sophisticated but cool steam-powered mantis knife to the latter's prosthetic leg.

With a clattering sound, the sleek and dangerous folding knife was hidden in the prefabricated space of the mechanical arm under the control of the Computing Orb, and under the curious gaze of the young soldier, Brother Loyal picked up a special fuel filler and added a light metal touch and special oil to the mantis knife's miniature steam oven.

After everything was ready, under the gaze of more than a dozen soldiers, according to the request of Brother Zhong, the soldier moved his shoulders a little unsuitably, and then clumsily activated the attack program of the Orb of Calculation.

With a "poof", the bright blade popped out like a mantis scythe, accurately and fatally penetrating the wooden box placed in front of him, the sharp blade pierced the wooden box in half, and in the closing of the mechanical structure, the steam column discharged from the mechanical arm retracted into the arm.

"And voila! I didn't lie to you, did I? ”

Brother Loyal proudly introduced to the soldiers around him:

"We've done weapon tests, and this thing can easily poke a bear goblin to death at close range, of course, it's a bit reluctant to use it against elite gnolls, mainly because this little brother only has one mechanical arm and his power is unbalanced.

If he had two mechanical arms, the simultaneous attack of two mantis knives would be enough to pierce both of the gnoll's hearts at the same time.

It's best not to poke the gnolls' skulls with it.

The skulls of those barbarians are so hard, hell that it is difficult for small-caliber ammunition to open their skulls with a single shot.

No matter what the barrel is replacement, it is best to use a uniform format barrel to easily replace, oops, full-power bullets are good civilization! ”

As he spoke, this guy began to talk about things that other people didn't understand, but this wave of "arms displays" was really awesome, and some wounded soldiers began to think about whether to buy that damn "value-added service".

The main thing is that they had already experienced the power of the Black Plague for themselves last night.

The pressure of the jackals and kobolds surging up was too terrifying, the physical fitness of humans was already far inferior to that of gnolls, and under normal circumstances, it would take two or three soldiers to fight against a dark mountain gnolls.

If the intensity of the battle escalates again.

To be honest, it's really unknown whether they will survive or not, no one wants to die, and in the face of this kind of pressure, it doesn't seem like a big problem to decorate their bodies with strange machinery.

"Brother Loyalty! Come on, the old flywheel is going to personally perform a 'heart-swapping' operation on a soldier! Come and open your eyes to the world, the steam heart that old thing took out is so exquisite, damn it, I've never seen anything like that. ”

The Chief Cultist of the Multi-Turret shouted at the top of his voice outside the tent, which immediately made Brother Loyal energetic.

While carrying his suitcase and walking out, he asked the tempting soldiers to go to the office of the field hospital in the arsenal first to pay for value-added services, and at the same time he thought that he must pester the old flywheel and let that guy help him with the development of the "Iron Fist".

At present, the firepower of small barrels can hardly meet the needs of war.

If recoilless guns and bazookas can be localized, then the KPA's firepower will undoubtedly increase by another ceiling.

It's a pity that the old flywheel guy is very picky.

He made it clear that he was unwilling to accept any more apprentices, otherwise, Brother Zhong and the group of "war masters" under his command would have bowed their heads a long time ago.

At the moment, the two sides are only in cooperation mode.

Old Flywheel is willing to explain the mysteries of engineering to them, but if they want help, Brother Loyal has to show "sincerity".

For example, when the old flywheel was invited to join the "war insurance" claims industry, Brother Zhong used a set of drawings of the Xiaobaga garbage bean Ding tank.

Fortunately, Brother Zhong's level has access to a lot of sensitive knowledge, and he is also happy to use these secrets of otherworldly engineering in exchange for the rapid improvement of his arsenal's technology.

Win-win!

It's a win-win.

——

"Quick! Speed up again! We must get to the Valley of the Shadows in three days, hell! Fraser's idiot almost killed himself on the battlefield, I'm a goddamn! ”

In the filthy swamp, Major Ron roared on his horse, allowing the reinforcements he had brought from the vanguard camp to speed forward.

They walked on a safe road marked by the Translancians, where the druids of the Church of Avalon planted the seeds that solidified the military road, allowing soldiers to pass quickly and even on horseback.

But Major Ron could not be pleased that his shoes did not have to be stained with mud, but on the contrary, his heart was full of worry and bitterness, and even made him curse the foul words he had learned from the strangers.

This agitation was soon sensed by Major Ron's aide-de-camp, Captain Robinson, who was known in the Pioneer Battalion as the "Iron Hand," and as he approached the commander, he pulled the reins of his horse and whispered as he approached the commander:

"According to the latest news, Major, Colonel Fraser is out of danger, and you don't have to worry so much at all. In fact, when we pass through the Maginot Line, you can go to the field hospital to see him. ”

"I dare not go, Iron Hand."

In front of the trusted adjutant, Major Ron did not hide his feelings, he sighed and said:

"It's not that I'm cowardly, it's because you know that it was me who was supposed to lead the artillery team to support the Transnsians, and it was me, not Frazier, who was wounded. He bore the pain and nearly died in my place, me

I felt like a coward hiding behind my brother and enjoying peace.

I can't just go to him empty-handed.

I have to show some sincerity!

Iron hand, I have already made up my mind, this time I will go to the front line and I will lead people to garrison the Black Flame Pass, I will get a victory, only in this way, I will be worthy of Fraser's sacrifice. ”

"We'll follow you to the end of hell, sir."

Robinson Iron Hand said in a deep voice:

"The courage of the Translancians is amazing, but we Sealand people are not bad either! It's time to embrace war. ”

(End of chapter)