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Chapter 1320 Servant Army (2)

Originally, I wanted to have three or four rides to enjoy myself, but I didn't expect that it was not enough points. The servants had two rides, at least they were still excellent cavalry, but why did other infantry have one ride to travel?They are infantry!

Of course, the cavalry squadron did not dare to rebel, it was just complaining. After all, Zhao Hu controlled five personal guards, 25 rear soldiers, more than 120 servants and four semi-disabled squadrons. The five of them are not qualified to compete with Zhao Hu at all.

"I captured 450 sabers, 1000, [-] bows, and [-] pots of arrows. I have selected the usable equipment for the servants, and the rest have been handed over to the logistics soldiers for repair," Dio said. .

"Are there enough food supplies?" Zhao Hu asked.

"The food we brought is enough for us people to eat for two or three years. It is very sufficient, but now there are too many servants of bows and horses, and the arrows are not enough. On average, each person has at most four pots of eighty arrows. .

"It is almost impossible to obtain metal weapons on the grassland. Once you run out of arrows, you can only fight in close combat. It will be very dangerous to meet the shepherds." Dio looked worried.

Losing the remote weapon on the prairie is simply death, and the shepherds can kill people like themselves without getting close.

Zhao Hu thought for a while.

"Can you melt the captured saber and forge it into an arrow?"

Dio smiled wryly and shook his head, "The logistics soldiers in the brigade can only do simple work such as grinding, assembling, and repairing, and they don't know how to do blacksmith work. Even if they can, our brigade doesn't have blacksmith tools."

Zhao Hu was speechless, while Zhou Wen took it for granted, "There should be a blacksmith in the settlement of Muqi on the grassland, right? Let's find a settlement with few people and kidnap the blacksmith?"

Dio shook his head again: "Don't forget, now the Feimu Banner League has brought millions of troops to attack the empire. The consumption of ordnance is terrible. I am afraid that all the blacksmiths in the entire prairie have joined the army."

"It shouldn't be possible to take all the tools away, right? Why would one or two be left behind, why don't we just grab those tools?"

"The Feimu Banner League is poor in supplies, and blacksmiths are very valuable. Will the blacksmith's eating tools be thrown away at the gathering place? Of course I carry them with me."

Dio replied helplessly, Zhou Wen could only open his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Knowing that he couldn't solve this problem, Zhao Hu put the problem aside for the time being and didn't think about it for the time being. Then he saw the unusually restrained and quiet servants around him, he couldn't help but shook his head, got up and walked towards them.

Zhou Wen, who was following Zhao Hu, frowned and said: "These servant soldiers are too enslaved, and they will just stay in the team stupidly when they are resting, not like our imperial soldiers running around.

"Although you are obedient, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel uncomfortable. They are like a group of dead people. If they let them fight so weakly, they will be hacked to death in an instant."

"Hehe, isn't that good? Now they have more than 800 people, more than our entire brigade, and they are all equipped with weapons and horses. If they are the same as our imperial soldiers, we are finished now." Dio laughed. .

"Hmph, they don't look good anyway!" Zhou Wen raised his brows.

Dio shook his head again: "No way, they were told that they were the property of someone when they were born, and they had no self at all. I inquired, and these low-level bannermen not only have no property rights, but also no right to marry freely. Except for those who are appreciated by the banner owner to marry and start a family, other people can only come into contact with women in order to increase the population."

"Isn't that the same as livestock? It's so pitiful."

Zhou Wen immediately took pity on him. His rapidly changing personality might be cute if he was a beautiful woman, but one... makes people feel very weird.

Diou sneered: "Poor? Hmph, don't look at them now as dead people. When they attack and plunder, they are raping, raping, looting, burning, killing, and looting. They do everything. Once they become crazy, even their flags The Lord can't control them!

"So in the battle between the herding flags, most of the losers will destroy all the flags! Alas, the people on the border of our empire are in pain."

"How could it be so extreme?" Zhou Wen was surprised.

"It's probably because I'm usually suppressed to death, so once it explodes, I'm so crazy. I don't know if it's correct for the commander to accept them as servants. It's just that damned squad leader's random suggestion, otherwise there is no need to worry so much. " Dio said helplessly.

"Sir, you should be able to firmly control them. You are very powerful, sir." Zhou Wen looked confident.

Hearing this, Dio finally nodded.

The servants, who were too quiet, saw Zhao Hu appearing in front of them, and immediately knelt on the ground, saying in a half-baked common language, "See Master."

Zhao Hu asked them to get up, but the servants hesitated for a moment before standing up.

Looking at the dull eyes of those servants, Zhao Hu always felt very uncomfortable, frowned and said: "Officers above corporal commander come out."

The servants all stood there in a daze, and no one came out.

Seeing Zhao Hu frowning, Diou hurried forward to remind him in a low voice, "Sir, we killed all their officers."

Zhao Hu nodded lightly, and then said to the stunned servants in front of him: "Every five of you elect a corporal leader."

After Zhao Hu said this, the servants still stayed where they were, without any reaction. Now Zhao Hu is not as simple as frowning.

The seasoned Dio immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Sir, they are from the lower-level bannermen of the Shepherd Banner, and the allies of the Feimu Banner have no written language, so they don't know the military system of our empire at all. Such a title. And if you want to appoint officers, you'd better let them fight to determine the winner.

"If you let them nominate them, they will be at a loss, because they, low-level bannermen, have no contacts at all."

No text?A country has no written language?
Zhao Hu turned his head and said to Sun Jie: "Call a few people over, let them line up in groups of ten."

For these servants who have no self-awareness at all, there is no recommendation system at all, because they probably don't even know a few people.

As soon as Sun Jie heard this, he immediately greeted a few good friends and shouted in a show of strength. He had experience once, and soon he had 83 servants lined up in teams of ten, and the last team was 14 people. It is 840 four people.

Seeing that Zhao Hu was going to train the servants, the imperial soldiers who were playing around surrounded him with great interest.

Zhao Hu said: "Listen well, now each group will fight two by two, and the winner of each group will be appointed as the ten commander. Sun Jie, pick some soldiers to serve as referees, one for each group."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the servant soldiers were shocked, and the imperial soldiers surrounded outside couldn't wait to wave to Sun Jie and let him choose him as the referee. Some soldiers with strong gambling spirits had already started to pay.

Sun Jie, who selected 83 soldiers as referees, reprimanded him as the chief referee: "Okay, let's make room, make the field bigger, and draw a circle. Those who get out of the circle will be considered losers. The referee can start. Remember not to use weapons, don't beat people to death!"

And Zhao Hu, under Zhou Wen's persuasion, had already sat on a low stool and started watching the competition.

Zhou Wen asked Dio in a low voice: "Uncle, is it possible that the commander is going to let the servants command themselves?"

Dio stroked his beard and smiled, "What else should I do? Can the commander take out someone from the regular army to command them? Besides, that's not bad, at least these servants are no longer as dead as they were just now."

Although the servants on the field were expressionless, their burning eyes and desperate movements had fully exposed their emotions.

Zhou Wen sincerely admired his officer for being able to think of this way to turn these dead people into living people.

It didn't take long for 83 victors with bruised noses and swollen faces to kneel in front of Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu got up and nodded and said, "Very well, you are now the captains of your team."

Hearing this, the 83 servants suddenly raised their heads, looked at Zhao Hu in a daze, and then kowtowed and shouted: "Thank you for the promotion, Master! In the name of the Canglang God, I swear to be loyal to Master forever!"

After swearing and raising their heads, their faces were already glowing with red light and ugly weeping smiles.

Zhao Hu didn't care about this oath, only the careful Zhou Wen kept this change in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Geralt looked jealous. He was familiar with the customs of herding flags, and he knew that these servants swore by the wolf god and used the word "eternal", which meant they were completely loyal to Zhao Hu.

It is impossible for them to be captured by others now, because once they are in a desperate situation, they will only fight to the end, just like those officers of the bannermen not long ago.

Of course, Geralt would not tell Zhao Hu about these things. He has always regretted the last time he spoke out about the habits of the shepherd's banner soldiers.

After taking a look at those failed servants, Zhao Hu could not help but smile when he found that they no longer put on a dead face, but showed annoyance and envy.

"You fight again and choose eight centurions."

Those ten captains were shocked: "Yes!"

This sound was so loud that it didn't seem like they could make it, and there was a strong fighting spirit in their eyes.

As the competition began, the fanatical cheers of the imperial soldiers whose bets began to concentrate resounded through the sky, and the servant soldiers, shrouded in a warm atmosphere, also began to try to cheer for their captains.

When setting off the next day, the servants had a new look, their eyes were no longer dead, and they could occasionally chat with each other, especially those ten and centurion commanders, who seemed to be different people, drinking automatically. Rebuke your subordinates and guard your surroundings.

(End of this chapter)