Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The big guy's strong and powerful hind legs stomped the ground, and every time he landed, the grassland under his feet trembled slightly. The vast grassland was like an endless ocean, and the withered yellow grass created layers of waves as the wind blew.

The sun, as big as a tomato, hung high in the sky, casting its orange-red light over the plains, giving the entire land a golden glow. The faintly visible Sotek Ridge was like a sleeping giant snake, quietly guarding this world.

Dacus opened his arms wantonly, welcoming the baptism of the wind. The wind rushed in from all directions, blowing across his face and robes. His chest was filled with an irrepressible heroism and excitement. If it weren't for the elves and red dragons around him, he would even want to shout a few times. The big guy, sensing his emotions, let out a low roar and ran faster. His body, surging with power, was like a streaking arrow, cutting through the air and rushing forward with a shocking momentum.

The wind whistled in my ears and the grass flew under my feet.

He could feel his blood boiling at the speed, and his soul seemed to merge with the vast land. Freedom, strength, and joy filled his heart. At this moment, he was no longer a cold ruler, but the embodiment of nature, galloping across the boundless world.

However, at this moment of free running, the scene ahead gradually became complicated.

A dense group of labor dispatch appeared on the national highway in the distance, forming an obvious blockage. The big guy gradually slowed down, and Dakuus also put away his previous enthusiasm, squinted his eyes, and looked at the team ahead.

Unlike the new labor dispatch workers, these old labor dispatch workers had no expression on their faces, neither sad nor happy, as if they were accustomed to their situation. They dragged their heavy steps along the national road step by step, as if they could never get rid of the long and heavy journey and corvee under their feet. When they saw Dacus appear, they did not exclaim, but lowered their heads at the first time. No one dared to look in the direction of the prominent man.

Some of the armored Druchi soldiers were on guard outside with weapons, some were walking around the carriages, and some were holding whips to maintain order, ready to whip any dispatched workers who fell behind or showed signs of fatigue.

"Isn't it a sad sight?"

Dacus looked down at all this from a high place, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He knew that these labor dispatches were conscripted laborers under the Mita corvée system, which was full of cruelty, but these labor dispatches had almost no choice but to be forced to work for the benefit of the immortals, and such scenes were common in various places in Chapeiuto.

Who gave him the power to control violence? The dispatched workers are just a mob.

The Mita corvée system is a microcosm of the entire Aishriel - cold, ruthless, and efficiency-oriented! The labor dispatchers are the gears of the system, driving the operation of the war machine of Duruchi.

It's time for the Grand Tour, a grand event where the lord visits a series of vassals for rewards such as money, terror points, favor, control, or cultural acceptance.

But the current Grand Parade is neither a royal parade to show the justice, kindness and majesty of the lord to the subjects. It is also not a intimidation parade to let the vassals know their position and show how terrible the monarch is. It is also not a tax collection parade to remind the vassals of the taxes and obligations owed and to eliminate tax evasion in the territory.

Just an ordinary parade.

The meeting had to be held, it was inevitable, but he was not in a hurry to leave right after the meeting. He had not been in Asheril for such a long time, he would definitely have to move around and solve some urgent problems.

So, he didn't sit on the back of the god Ha, but on the back of the big guy. In addition to him, some of the Duruchi and Aiel and Asrai from Elsing Alwen also followed. In addition to the elves, there were Genevieve and half of the red dragons who didn't take a nap. The big parade team was huge, all riding cold lizards, including the red dragons.

He came down from the height and stopped not far away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the labor dispatch from a close distance. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the centurion not far away. He raised his hand and motioned the centurion to come over.

The centurion had obviously noticed Dacus's arrival and was wandering in the distance, not daring to approach or retreat. After seeing Dacus's actions, his face suddenly changed and he hurried over with a bit of fear, but his head was always lowered.

"Your Excellency." The centurion knelt on the ground and whispered, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was worried that he would be punished for saying something wrong.

"I'm not respectful, remember, I'm honored." Dacus said calmly, but with irresistible majesty, and then asked, "Are you responsible for these people?"

"Yes, your majesty," the centurion replied immediately, his eyes still fixed on the ground, his fingers clasped tightly against the ground, as if trying to suppress the tension in his heart. He hated himself, he clearly wanted to perform well, wanted to show his face in front of the merciful and generous hand of the Witch King, but he just couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.

Dacus looked down, the cold light in his eyes as sharp as a knife. The centurion in front of him was a typical Duruchi. When facing a powerful superior, the hidden fear and panic were exposed. When facing real power, he would feel uneasy and vulnerable.

"Where are you from?" he asked coldly.

"The fruit-growing area of ​​Chapeuto Province." The centurion replied in a low voice, with caution and trembling in his voice.

"Take them to the province of Asheril to pick cotton?" Daquus asked with a hint of cold ridicule in his tone.

"Yes... yes." The centurion's voice trembled more and more, afraid of saying something wrong.

"How many people are there?" Daxus revealed his true colors.

The centurion panicked instantly. He did not answer immediately, and beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead. He obviously did not expect to be asked such a question, and he did not count the number of these laborers. He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be stuck and no sound came out.

But that didn't happen...he gave the statistics accurately.

"Sir, as of the time of sending out the information, the total number of people I am responsible for is 1333, with 935 available laborers, all of whom are in the team. The remaining 398 people remain in the gathering place and are being guarded by the remaining team."

"stand up."

The centurion got up from the ground and straightened up hurriedly, trying to calm down, but he still didn't dare to look up at Daquus.

“How many of these 398 people are freshmen?”

"Intercept... before departure, there are... 258 people." The centurion became more nervous as the parade got closer.

“Is it stressful?”

"no!"

Daxus didn't say anything this time, but nodded.

The household registration system of Asheril is the Baojia system, with a maximum of five people in one household. These five people refer to the labor force consisting of two adult men and women and three children. When the children become adults, they will be selected to form a household. For every ten households, one Pai is established, for every ten Pai, one Jia is established, and for every ten Jia, one Bao is established. The Pai leader is a human, the Jia leader is a captain of the Duruchi, and the Bao leader is a centurion of the Duruchi.

This is equal to 5*10*10*10=5000. A team of Druki people needs to take care of nearly dispatched workers, and it may be more than . Because in reality, a household may have more than five people. In addition to the fixed adult men and women, there may be more than three children as time goes by.

It is a bit too difficult to let one hundred people manage five thousand well-fed people.

Finally, he cut it in half, one card for every five households, one armor for every five cards, and reduced the number of people managed by the centurion to 2,500. But the number of guards managed by the centurion in front of him obviously had not reached the critical value.

"Let them set up camp and rest." After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the labor dispatch team that had stopped moving forward because of the arrival of the large parade and gave an order.

He did not ask the centurion about cultural subjects or whether he could write his own name, because a few years ago when he was in Aishriel, he had trained this group of Duruchi grassroots officers who were in charge of labor dispatch. If you don't pass the assessment, you can't survive in this place. If you can't even count, what's the point of doing anything?

As the centurion hurriedly retreated, Dacius's eyes fell on the labor dispatcher.

"You! Come here!" He jumped off the big guy's back, switched the language system and spoke to a dispatched worker in the distance.

The old farmer who was named did not react immediately, but stood there in a daze, as if he did not understand what he said at all.

Seeing that his magic had failed, Daxus was about to change his voice pack, but the human he named was still standing there stupidly, unaware that he had become the focus.

At this moment of stalemate, a Duruchi soldier holding a whip stepped forward quickly, ready to execute Dacus's order. He strode towards the old farmer and stretched out his hand to pull the old farmer over. The moment he made this move, he was ready to turn around and flatter.

However, just as the soldier's fingers touched the old farmer's shoulder, the expression on the old farmer's face suddenly became complicated, from confusion and fear to sudden collapse, his eyes twitched and his lips trembled slightly, as if he had suffered a huge psychological shock in an instant, and a series of emotions flashed across his face like lightning.

The soldier's hand stopped in mid-air. He was stunned, not because of the colorful changes in the old farmer's face, but because he couldn't grab the old farmer's shoulders. Just when he was about to use force, the old farmer's body fell down like a pile of sand and completely collapsed to the ground.

Tears and snot fell silently from the old farmer's face like beads that had broken off the string. His eyes were wide open, but strangely, he made no sound when he cried, only twitching helplessly, as if he had lost all his vitality.

This scene made Dacus dumbfounded. He rarely saw such a variety of natural expressions in a short period of time, not to mention such a contagious silent crying. He even wanted to ask: "Brother, you used to be an actor, right?" But soon, he was attracted by the expression of the soldier of Druki. He saw that the soldier's face turned red visibly, and the rich expression changes were no less than those of the old farmer who was competing with him on the same stage.

Hearing the laughter, he no longer looked at the expressions between the soldier and the old farmer, nor did he look at how the soldier dragged the old farmer's body, which looked like a hollowed-out shell. Instead, he looked at the old farmer's right ear. There was an iron ring on the old farmer's earlobe, and under the iron ring was a dangling wooden sign. As he got closer, he could clearly see that the top of the wooden sign was an elven rune, followed by symbols representing numbers. Obviously, the wooden sign was used for identity recognition.

"This is fine." This job was done later. It didn't exist when he was in Asheril. He turned around and praised Walter and Dorian who were standing together. Then he turned around again and instructed the old farmer who was lifted up like a chicken, "Open the bag and spread it on the ground."

"Where did he get his buttons?"

When the old farmer, who was hit by the soldier's elbow, began to tremblingly take off the long scroll hanging on his shoulders, he saw the buttons on the old farmer's chest that were polished to a shiny finish.

"In exchange, it's a reward." Walter responded.

Walter's outfit was upgraded with the return of Daxus. He held a wolf-head cane from Vlad. On his waist hung a leaf hammer that had been used to perform craniotomies on many legends and contained the power of destiny, which was strengthened by Dess. On the middle finger of his left hand was a ring that Daxus found on Albion Island, a ring that was immune to mental influence.

Dacus nodded and said nothing. Long before, he had formulated a reward system to stimulate the desires of the dispatched workers. There were many caravans that traveled on the Kaochen Plain to the settlements in various provinces. The followers of Saria and Rhea in the caravans would provide medical treatment and deliver babies for the dispatched workers.

In addition, the caravans would bring inferior products of Asheril, such as clothes, coarse salt, bedding, salted fish, dried meat, animal offal, rotten fruit and chicha wine, to the settlements for the dispatched laborers to consume.

The bag or the long scroll is very strange. From a distance, it looks like a person is carried on another person's shoulders and wrapped in the bag, with a knot fixed on the bag. If you see someone throwing the bag on the ground from a distance at night when visibility is poor, you will definitely call the police because it is too similar to dumping a corpse.

"Wow." When the bag was opened, Daxus took a look and exclaimed. This one look made him hungry.

There were no daily necessities such as soap, toothbrushes and face towels in the bag, nor any metal lunch boxes. There was only a pair of very valuable tattered shoes, a tattered, patched piece of clothing with the bottom extending to the knees, and a wooden bowl and a wooden spoon.

Besides these, there are things to eat and use. The most eye-catching thing is the yellow, curved dried lobster in the middle of the bag. It is 30 centimeters long and can be used as a U-shaped lock if it is harder. When the bag is carried on the shoulder, the dried lobster forms a U shape, which fits on the shoulder.

Dacus did not say anything strange like "Is it so extravagant?", because he knew the details. This dried lobster was taken from the Boston lobster.

There is a Liberty Hotel in Boston, but before it became a hotel, it was not free at all, because it was the Boston Prison, which was later transformed into a hotel. This prison has a strange history. In the lobster season, there are occasional huge waves, and the lobsters washed ashore can be piled up to 60 centimeters high, like cockroaches in the sea.

Then, the prisoners in the prison had a good time. They ate lobsters every meal. As we all know, eating seafood without oil in the stomach is pure torture. It smells fishy, ​​not to mention eating it.

Finally, the prisoners who ate lobster six days a week could not stand it anymore and went on a hunger strike to protest. Finally, the warden made appropriate adjustments, changing the original six days to four days. Not only prisoners, but also the poor faced the terror of being dominated by lobsters. The workers went on strike to fight against this inhumane behavior. They demanded that it be clearly stated in the contract that the number of times they could eat lobsters in a week must not exceed three times.

This happens occasionally on the coast of Asheril...

Of course, in this fantasy world, not only lobsters wash up on the shore, but also some strange things, such as the uncorrupted Leviathan and magic crab, that is, crabs and lobsters that are so large that they require the mobilization of troops and behemoths to deal with them.

Now, not only can the labor dispatch eat delicious seafood, sometimes the giant beasts of Ichi and the elf warhorses of Rosario Province can also eat ground seafood feed. In addition to lobsters, there are two huge dried frog strips full of teeth marks. The frogs come from the mangrove coastal jungle. There is nothing to pay attention to. How can you eat frogs that are so cute? The frogs will be replaced with white-feathered chickens in the future. He is more concerned about the staggered and different depths of the teeth marks. Through these teeth marks, he can imagine how the old farmer in front of him usually treats these two pieces of dried meat.

Three dried hairtail fish that were almost a meter long, five carrots, two onions, a bundle of wilted spinach, six corn cobs without kernels, and eight mangoes of poor quality. In addition to these, there were two glass bottles, a small cloth bag, and a corncob, which was a pipe made of corn cobs. One bottle was probably filled with chicha, and the other was filled with flour. He didn't ask whether it was corn flour or nut flour.

This nut powder is not made from nuts, but from insects, that is, crickets. It is made into bread, cakes, etc. It tastes like nuts and is commonly known as nut powder...

"Sure, I've even started smoking." Daxus joked, then asked, "Is this place better or was it better before?"

"Sir, this is good, this is good." The old farmer, who had recovered from his extreme fear, forced a flattering smile, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, and nodded repeatedly in response. His words were full of eagerness to please, as if he was worried that he would be punished if he was any slower.

As soon as these words were spoken, the elves around couldn't help but chuckle, with a bit of contempt and ridicule in their laughter.

Dacus waved his hand to signal the old farmer to step back while laughing, then he squatted down and rubbed the rope used to tie the package. The rope was very thin and rough, not the kind of formal rope. It was obvious that he had rubbed it out for his own use.

Of course, this is enough. If you want to do something else, fill the glass bottle with soil, tie a rope to the bottle mouth, and turn it to be a long-range weapon. Even if you don't have a glass bottle, a thick rope can be used as a slingshot.

His focus was not on the rope but on the bag, which was upgraded to a saddle-type backpack that could be carried on the back or placed on a saddle.

The old farmer's bag looked very simple, but after rubbing it a few times, he found that it was made of waxed canvas and the workmanship was very good. It was a typical industrial product, not made by a spinner with simple tools.

He placed the items one by one in the middle like treasures, and every movement seemed very organized, as if these items belonged to him. Then, he skillfully rolled up the package and tied it tightly with a thin rope. When he did this set of movements, it seemed that he had repeated it countless times before, simple and smooth, without any effort at all.

After doing all this, he carried the bag on his right shoulder like a corpse, his movements natural and quick. He skillfully passed the two ends of the rope around his body, securing the bag in front of his chest and back. Unlike the usual dead knot, he tied a loose knot at the front of the bag that opened with a pull, and the whole set of movements seemed extremely skillful.

After completing all this, he moved his shoulders slightly, confirmed that the package was safe, and began to walk in a small area in front of everyone. His steps were brisk and steady, like a silent display. The red dragons followed him closely, and the elves watched all this with interest. He turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped where he was, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

At this time, Flanes handed over the sacred halberd and the walking barrier. He took the weapons and his temperament suddenly changed, like a veteran soldier ready to fight. Holding the halberd and the shield, he began to march under the gaze of everyone. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step he took was firm.

After walking around, he suddenly stopped, raised his left shoulder slightly, and with a seemingly casual movement, he shook it gently, and the buckle at his waist was instantly unfastened. The bag slipped off his shoulder and landed precisely on the ground, making a slight landing sound.

"It's easy to trip." Maranul walked over and kicked the backpack on the ground, then analyzed. He knew what Dakus was doing, simulating the situation of a Duruchi soldier encountering a battle while marching with a backpack on his back.

"There is time to react, unless the reconnaissance system fails or encounters special circumstances, a sudden attack from the air?" Dorian, who also understood what Daxus was doing, analyzed it from a military perspective.

"One is a roll bag like this." After returning the halberd shield to Flanais, Dacus pointed at the roll bag on the ground and said, then put his hands on his chest and moved his back muscles as if he was carrying a heavy backpack on his back, "The other is a backpack."

"From an aesthetic point of view, I think a backpack is better, but we have to consider the situation of wearing armor." Cowell, who knew that the discussion had begun, spoke first.

"What about the usage time? Once the seams are torn, they need to be sewn again, and the more times they are sewn, the lower the strength." Talos approached the issue from another angle.

"If I could choose, I'd still choose a shoulder bag."

"It's a roll bag, a rope, a piece of cloth, and there's no stitching. If it's damaged, you just need a new piece of cloth or a new rope. And the rope can still be used in many cases. The maintenance and replacement costs are very low."

Dacus didn't say anything or express his opinion, he just listened quietly. As the Hand of the Witch King, he must solve the problem of equipment carrying, and this is related to the system, which needs to be dealt with and adjusted. Only he can do this.

The equipment carried by the Duruchi army was previously varied, which involved many military details, such as how to march, how to wear armor, and how to carry supplies. Moreover, each Dread Lord had his own style and requirements for leading troops, but they were usually placed in baggage vehicles.

In addition, it is based on the actual situation.

The combat environment is the first thing to consider. Ulthuan is a temperate zone, unlike the freezing cold Naggaroth, where you need to wear warm clothing. In other words, when landing in Ulthuan, you can set aside warm clothing such as cotton clothes and quilts from the supply materials.

From the perspective of marching methods and supply methods... it seems impossible to set off? There are usually four types of marching: regular march at normal speed and distance, forced march at the fastest speed, forced march, raid, and armored march... The supply method is adjusted according to different marching methods.

Moreover, he found that this seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was not responsible for this. He only needed to take care of the supply according to the regulations and standards that would be formulated later.

He prefers roll-up bags to backpacks.

It’s nothing but convenience!
In addition, he felt that he could make a Zeltbahn, which is Dezi's waterproof tent cloth. It is actually a piece of cloth cut into triangles. In his opinion, this thing is good. It can be used as a carrying tool and a raincoat. When camping, you can DIY various tents. In some special situations, it can also serve as a swimming tool.

There are corresponding buttons and buttonholes on the three sides of the cloth, and there is a hood in the middle. It adopts a multi-layer waterproof design and is closed with buttons. When it rains, you can put the cloth around your neck and use the drawstring to tighten the hood and the three sides of the cloth, and a raincoat will appear. It is also suitable for various situations, such as riding a horse, walking, even riding a bicycle or a motorcycle. You just need to make corresponding adjustments according to the corresponding situation.

If you use it as a roll-up bag, you don't need to have a tent rope, just the rope for tying the roll-up bag. Of course, you also need tent poles and tent nails, otherwise it's not a tent, it has no support and no fixation. These accessories are placed in an accessory bag, and then placed in the roll-up bag.

There are many ways to describe tents, and they can be DIYed in various ways, divided into five types: single, double, quad, eight, and sixteen.

Put the oblique sides of two pieces of cloth together to form a two-person tent. Put the oblique sides of four pieces of cloth together to form a pyramid that can accommodate a soldier in a tent. And so on, you can put together multiple triangles to form a place where people can live.

Place the cloth facing each other, roll up the corners, tie the rolled-up corners on both shoulders and stride, and a sling that can be used to carry the wounded appears. Although it is a little tight, it is usable.

If there are two people, it is easy. Use two pieces of cloth to form a parallelogram, put two sticks or spears on it, then fold the cloth down, put the two oblique sides together and fix them, and a stretcher will come out.

Connect the two pieces of cloth along the bottom edge, place a buoyant object inside, roll up the cloth and secure it, and a swimming tool will appear.

When not in use, fold the three sides up to make a square, then fold the two sides to make four into two. After that, you don’t need to fold it or roll it up. After all, this is a roll-up bag and there is no need to roll it up.

And there is no rule that a roll-up bag can only be filled with one piece of cloth. You can put two or more pieces of waterproof cloth rolls, and then put a blanket inside to cover yourself when sleeping. Personal toiletries, sewing tools, spare armor pieces, supplies for maintaining armor and weapons, underwear and towels, socks, canned food and accessory bags can all be packed in the roll-up bag.

Before cotton twill technology appeared, waxed canvas was used instead.

Whitney stayed in Asherel and did not follow the steel smelting equipment back to Nagaros. He is now the director of the textile factory in Asherel Province. The cloth he just touched was obviously produced in the textile factory. After a tour of Chapeiuto Province, he will go to Asherel Province to pick cotton and visit the textile factory.

Lunch boxes and water bottles are hung on the belt and placed on the back. A bag of emergency supplies, a hand axe or engineer shovel, a spear thrower and other long-range devices are hung on the right waist, plus armor, weapons and built-in clothing, and a set of tools and supplies required by a single soldier is complete.

Medicines and bandages must be prepared. There are warlocks and spells for treatment, but the number of warlocks and the width of the battlefield are there. The probability of encountering a warlock immediately after being injured is very small. Therefore, it is necessary to treat it, and then find a warlock or a doctor to treat it. If it is not treated, by the time you see the warlock, the blood will have been drained and the people will have gone to report to Isil.

Hand axes and engineer shovels can be used as close combat tools when necessary, but they are more often used when setting up camp. Camping requires cutting trees, digging, and setting up fences, which requires tools.

The rope of the roll bag across the side waist can be fixed to the belt, which can borrow the waist strength and help long-term marching. At the critical moment, lift the shoulder, the buckle on the side waist will open, and the other shoulder will sag, and the roll bag will fall to the ground.

But it is really troublesome to take things, you need to untie the rope and spread out the cloth, but when you are not resting, there is nothing to take, you can't pull it into your trouser pocket and change your pants in a hurry. Moreover, it is not impossible to take things, there is a pullover in the center of the cloth, you can roll it up separately without rolling up the blanket and the roll. Put the items you want to take in the corresponding position and reach in to take them out.

Backpacks and stuff, as Cowell said, it's a bit of a mental issue when wearing armor. Dacus has experienced the feeling of wearing a backpack like a bear, and more than once, unless there is a plastic elastic buckle.

Of course, there is no rush to decide whether the standard carrying equipment of the Druch army is a roll bag or a backpack of some style. He has to ask Whitney first to see the process and production capacity, and then let the equipment use colleges and universities test it. After the test results come out, he will give feedback and optimize, and finally he will deploy and adjust. This is a system and must follow the process. According to the current plan, the number of carrying equipment must be at least two million.

"Could it be..." Drusala, who rarely participated in such discussions, asked a question. When she finished speaking, the people around her stopped arguing and looked at her, as if to see what she had to say. However, she was not affected by this atmosphere and continued, "Shouldn't we consider the overall process and implementation effect first? If we can optimize the design and test before we start, then we can better exert the effectiveness of the equipment in actual application, right?"

Daxus smiled at his lover with relief. He was actually waiting for this sentence to make the elves discussing and the red dragons watching realize the power and correct use of the system. He had not communicated with Drusala in advance. He originally thought that this sentence would not appear and he needed to say it himself, but he didn't expect...

There was no booing, no chorus of laughter, only thinking.

"Over there! Enemy attack!"

After a while, Dacus calmed the big guy down and suddenly pointed in a distant direction and shouted. He didn't see any enemies, he just wanted to test the reaction of the Duruchi soldiers who were responsible for guarding the labor dispatch.

The sound of the horn echoed, and the Duruchi soldiers who had just been resting around the carriage reacted instantly. Several soldiers quickly lifted the waterproof cloth and began to assemble the Reaper crossbow in its spare parts. Their movements were skillful, as if they had repeated them countless times, and each step was neat and tidy. The crossbow skeleton was quickly assembled, the bowstring was firmly fixed at the upper and lower ends, the mechanical structure made a crisp click, and the last crossbow arrow was gently placed on the arrow slot.

"Lie down on the ground! Hold your head in your hands!"

With cold light flashing in their eyes, the soldiers quickly pulled out whips from their waists and unceremoniously whipped the dispatched workers who were still in a daze.

"Get down! Put your hands on your head!" Their voices were as sharp as whips, cutting through the air with orders that could not be disobeyed.

The expressions of the temporary workers changed from confusion to fear. Although they had experienced similar drills more than once, the sudden sound of the horn caught them off guard. They were just eating and chewing, but now they stared blankly at the soldiers waving whips. Some of them had not yet completely closed their mouths, as if their brains were still trying to understand what was happening.

A dispatched laborer tried to look around while chewing his food, but the moment he turned his head, a whip shadow fell rapidly and hit his shoulder accurately.

Instantly, his face twisted in pain, his body bent involuntarily, his hands covering his shoulders, and the mango that he had tightly grasped in his hand fell to the ground. With the help of the whip, he quickly thought of how to deal with this situation. He did not squat down to pick up the mango that was already covered with mud, nor did he stand up to grab the whip in the soldier's hand. Instead, he fell to the ground with his hands covering his head.

"Get down, everyone! Get down! If you don't want to be whipped, hurry up!"

A soldier growled, waving the whip in his hand non-stop, the whip shadows fell on the slow-witted people one by one with crackling sounds, and each whip made the labor dispatched people tremble violently. Seeing this, the others were so scared that their legs went weak, and they quickly lay on the ground, trying to keep themselves low. In a short moment, the chaotic figures on the ground fell to the ground like scarecrows.

Daxus stood not far away, observing the scene coldly.

The Duruchi soldiers who were on alert immediately went into action after hearing the horn. Like a sophisticated war machine, they quickly assembled according to their respective responsibilities. It seemed that everyone knew their duties. No one asked any more questions, and there was no panic at all.

Soon, the soldiers arranged a simple and efficient defensive formation around the carriage. Holding shields, they formed a tight defensive wall. The shields were neatly arranged together, like a thick barrier, surrounding the carriage and the crossbow, ensuring that any external threats would be difficult to break through.

The crossbows were quietly aimed at the open space in the distance, ready to fire at any time. The entire defensive formation was like a silent beast, waiting for its prey to appear.

This false enemy attack was meant to be a surprise test, the purpose of which was to test the reaction and response capabilities of this 100-man team and to see if they had become slack due to their supervision of the dispatched labor.

The soldiers' performance undoubtedly satisfied him. The soldiers' pace and coordination flowed like a whole force, without any unnecessary movements or wasted time. Every soldier was seamlessly embedded in the operation of this defense like a gear. Within a few minutes, the entire defense system was stable, compact and efficient.

Even though it was all a false alarm, the soldiers still maintained their formation meticulously, their expressions tense, their eyes fixed on the open area in the distance, showing caution and calmness as if facing a powerful enemy, as if an enemy would really appear there in the next second.

"Not bad!" Although the soldiers' faces showed some acting, Dacus still nodded with satisfaction. The soldiers' reaction speed, tacit understanding and organizational ability met and even exceeded his expectations.

An idea from before came to his mind again. Perhaps, after the grand parade was over, he should have a chat with Dorian. (End of this chapter)