Happy people from Blue Star

Chapter 387 The atmosphere in the player’s army is quite good

They are all cavalry and carry spears, but only professionals are qualified to be called lancers.

Otherwise, they can only be called light cavalry or heavy cavalry.

Lancers, on the other hand, are rare.

It was even more unlikely that hundreds of organized lancers would appear all at once.

But then Sotu immediately thought of a possibility.

"Undead Lancer." He gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Thanks to the different 'spawn points', players are scattered throughout the human world.

Their reputation was naturally spread.

Many people know that everyone in the 'Undead' race is a professional, and only they can easily assemble a team of hundreds of lancers.

But how did the generals on the opposite side control these rebellious undead people?

Sotu was puzzled.

He looked at the young general kneeling in front of him and sighed: "If it's really all Lancers, I wouldn't blame you."

There is a qualitative difference between lancers and ordinary cavalry.

They are a man and a horse, and can summon heavenly war horses from the void. War horses are transformed from elements, not ordinary flesh and blood life.

At the same time, the endurance of this kind of war horse is far stronger than that of ordinary war horses.

Not to mention that as a professional rider, his own strength is stronger than ordinary people.

Therefore, it is not difficult to accept that the opponent successfully defeated their scout team with only a dozen people.

"Next, you continue to scout the enemy." Suotu thought for a while and said, "Be sure to find out the approximate number of enemies."

The young general of the scout team breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

Suotu thought for a while, and took advantage of the night to mobilize all the soldiers stationed in the city, and rebuilt the defense line based on the half-damaged city wall.

At this time, in Hadi's camp, Tiao Tiao looked at the soldiers in front with a pretty face.

She took a look at the battle report and said angrily: "More than 100 lancers, with an average level exceeding LV4, fought against an ordinary scout team and lost more than a dozen people. Are you embarrassed?"

As if she thought she was a girl and not a strong enough deterrent, she clapped her hands heavily to emphasize that she was angry.

A group of lancers laughed in front of her.

"Smile, smile, just laugh!" Tiao Tiao roared: "It doesn't matter if you die, at most you will lose a lot of experience and your level will be lower. But the equipment on your body is very sophisticated standard equipment. If you die, Afterwards, it’s hard to get it back if it’s left on the battlefield! It’s all money.”

The Lancers could only laugh.

The other players watching the excitement laughed even more happily.

No wonder Tiao Tiao was so angry.

Each army has a 'military fund'.

The amount is given based on the quantity of troops and the quality of personnel.

How the battle went, how many people died, and how much compensation they received will all be deducted from this.

And the rest belongs to the team commander Tiao Tiao.

Therefore, every time a set of equipment is lost, it is deducted from the spare treasury.

Women always regard future money as their own. The loss of more than a dozen people, several sets of leather armors and weapons, will cost more than two gold coins no matter what. After all, cavalry is more 'expensive'.

In other words, just for this conflict, she implicitly lost nearly 30 soft girl coins.

No wonder she wasn't angry.

Hardy stood on a high platform not far away, listening to Tiao Tiao reprimanding the players, smiled slightly, and left.

Inspect other places.

He wasn't wandering around, he was observing.

Look at those players who have better temperament, are smarter, and are worth cultivating.

It has to be said that the comprehensive nature of the players is indeed higher than that of the locals in this world.

After all, they are both literate and intelligent enough to learn anything very quickly.It is much easier to find talents among players than in this world.

Hardy walked for a while and returned to his handsome tent, where he saw Abner waiting outside.

When he saw Hadi, he immediately came over and said, "Lord, there is something I don't quite understand."

"Go in and talk."

The two entered the handsome tent. Hardy sat on the felt and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Just now, I chatted with some undead people who like to chat for a while. They didn't agree with the nobles and the king. I was very angry, but I couldn't argue with them."

Looking at Abner's confused look, Hardy smiled: "Why are you arguing with them!"

"Why not debate?" Abner said strangely: "What they said makes sense."

Hardy smiled and said: "You have fallen into their trap. Their world is different from ours. They have a logical and self-consistent system. But it doesn't work here."

"But!"

"You go and tell them now: your world has no gods, no magic, and the national conditions are different. You have no practice, you are just talking on paper, empty talk and harming the country." Hadi said with a smile: "Just keep repeating these few sentences. Those words will definitely make their noses twist with anger."

Abner looked at Hardy, doubtful, but went out anyway.

Not long after, he trotted back and said excitedly: "Lord, you are really amazing. As expected, their faces turned green with anger."

Hardy laughed, then waved his hand and said: "Go and rest, we will start a war tomorrow."

Abner nodded and left the handsome tent.

Now he was even more convinced of Hardy.

Hardy is obviously one year younger than him.

Wait until early the next morning, and the players will start cooking at an extremely fast speed.

Made quite a hearty breakfast.

Hardy was sitting on the table, holding fried dough sticks with chopsticks like the players, and drinking soy milk with the other hand.

Hardy sighed as he hadn't had such an authentic breakfast in the past two years.

The players in the surrounding circle looked at Hardy in surprise.

Tiao Tiao held a big fried dough stick in one hand and soy milk in the other and asked, "Sir Hardy, you actually know how to use chopsticks?"

"With two fingers, you can even dance with a sword. Two small wooden roots are nothing." Hardy said nonchalantly.

Tiaotiao blinked, so powerful?

But then she pointed at Abner next to her: "But why not him?"

"His swordsmanship is too bad." Hardy said with a faint smile.

At this time, Abner had a look of helplessness on his face. He was good at spear skills, and he really couldn't control these two little things with just a few fingers.

Tiao Tiao and the surrounding players believed it.

After the whole army finished breakfast, their morale was greatly shaken.

Hardy said to the note: "You lead the attack from the left wing, Abner leads three thousand infantry to press in the center, and then...what's your name?"

The player pointed by Hardy stretched out his finger in surprise and pointed at his face: "Me?"

Hardy nodded.

"Your Excellency, my name is Ibuprofen and I am a spear warrior." There was some surprise on the man's face.

"I think you seem to be quite prestigious." Hardy smiled: "The remaining 1000 people will be temporarily managed by you, and we will press in from the right wing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I will definitely live up to your trust."

The player excitedly ran back to his queue and shouted: "Brothers, my name is Ibuprofen. Please give me some face. When I gain enough favorability from the lord, and if I get an official position, I will definitely do it in the future." We will reciprocate."

"Have it."

"middle!"

This person immediately took the initiative and took it into his hands.

(End of this chapter)