Belief In The Kingdom of God

Half a month later, on a wide field, Artis looked at the soldiers in front of him and nodded slightly.

In the midair, a little bit of military energy was gradually condensing. Although it was very weak, the rudiment could already be seen.

And in this, a little bit of gold mixed with a little cyan color faintly emerged in it.

Seeing this, Attis looked at one of the people in the team.

It was a thin young man who seemed to have just grown up. It seemed that because of the bad life in the past, he looked very weak, and he looked weak.

It’s just the opposite. The light blue natal is currently the strongest besides his sacrifices, and a layer of golden luck hovering slowly on top of his head is obviously also burdened by luck, not those. A person who has a natal life but no luck.

Such a person, even if he is not specifically promoted, can prosper on his own with the changes of the times, driven by his luck, and at least he can become an earth knight.

Of course, now that he has taken refuge in Attis's command, his achievements must be more than that. Under Attis's special cultivation, Sky Knights and even higher are possible.

This person was an ordinary farmer who signed up to join the army when he was drafted. Because of his poor family, he was very weak and was almost brushed off when he signed up. Fortunately, Attis was there at the time, so this was not missed.

In other words, because of the supernatural power of hope, Attis has a natural advantage over others in finding talents. Although to a certain extent, having a life does not necessarily mean talent, but at least compared to people without life. In terms of more advantages, there are fewer bottlenecks in the dark.

And this group of soldiers are all potential stocks carefully selected by Atis from nearly 10,000 soldiers. Although it may seem that there is not much difference, the potential is not comparable. Among them, the golden natal has more than a dozen people, Ling Ya Dies couldn't help but lament the number of talents.

This also reflects a phenomenon. Among the southern city-states, the world consciousness pays more attention to it than the surrounding tribes, so the talents appearing in them are not in the same amount.

Artis silently sensed a star above his head, and after completely annexing the city-state and killing the ancestor **** of the city-state, the star had grown significantly.

This is due to the increase in the number of believers in the population, but more, and the proportion of the aura of the southern city-states in the world consciousness is much larger than that of the barbarian tribes. This is why there is such an obvious change.

He thought this in his heart, but suddenly there was a faint footstep from the outside world.

Looking sideways, Nadir came from outside wearing armor.

"Your Majesty, the horse hunters have already found out. After receiving the previous distress letter from the royal family, most of the city-states have taken action. At this time, in the west, an army of five thousand people is coming to us."

Nadir's face was serious, and his tone was dignified, and above his head, a golden life was slowly swaying.

Seeing this, Artis sighed slightly.

"The city of Cecil is guarded on all sides, among which is the Principality of Brook to the north. At this time, their king is dying and the prince is fighting for power. They should not send troops."

"To the east is a mountainous land, and the city-state in the distance is very far away from us. In addition, it is difficult to walk, so most of it will not send troops."

"Only in the south and the west, the city-states in the south have always been greedy. When there is chaos here, they will probably send troops to looting. The Principality of Barlow and Cecil in the West have been married for generations. It is said that King Barlow’s queen is Serbia. The princess of the royal family of Sear, so it’s not surprising to send troops."

He looked at the neat queue in front of him, and said to Nadir, who stood respectfully by the side: "Nadir, what do you think of these people?"

Nadir was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the neat army line in front of him: "It looks qualified, but the actual combat may be slightly weaker, far inferior to our previous troops."

"Not bad!" Artis nodded.

"Using the 500-plus veterans previously trained as officers, the number has been expanded to 5,000. After more than half a month of running-in, although the combat effectiveness cannot be improved all at once, it can barely be used under the leadership of the veterans."

"In addition, there are more than a hundred people in the sacrificial group and Carter's two thousand people, our strength is actually not weaker than the other party."

At this point, Altiston paused, and then said: "Among the five thousand people from Barlow, there are no more than five hundred knights who have practiced fighting spirit, and most of them are knights who are obedience. They are not even as good as a white robe sacrifice. So it's actually not difficult to deal with."

"The real difficulty comes from the south."

"South?" Nadir looked at Attis suspiciously, a little puzzled.

In response, Artis nodded: "Unlike the northern city-states are scarce, there are many southern city-states, and most of them have chaotic relations and are connected to each other. After knowing that there is chaos here, it is very likely that troops will be sent to looting. Whether it is victory or defeat, Cecil’s wild town will inevitably be reduced to ruins."

"So the best result of this battle is to quickly defeat the Western armies, let the southern city-states understand our strength, and retreat after weighing the losses."

Hearing Adis say so, Nadir felt a little bit enlightened.

Seeing him like this, Artis smiled slightly: "How did you do what you did?"

Nadir looked a little excited when Attis said this: "It's almost done."

"We sent people to capture those nobles, interrogate them with the assistance of sacrificial offerings, and successfully sorted out more than ten sets of vindictive training methods. The highest is the royal family, and it can even be practiced to the level of knights in the sky."

Just talking about this, he hesitated again, appearing to be a little worried about his gains and losses: "But my lord, do you really want to spread these to the soldiers below?"

Seeing him look like this, Artis smiled and shook his head: "Of course it's not needed now. It won't be too late for this group of soldiers to train out after some time."

The practice of fighting spirit requires a strong physique, which cannot be achieved in a short while.

"Compared to the kings of those city-states, in our situation, it is unlikely that a large number of nobles will take refuge in us, so we can only cultivate them by ourselves."

Attis stood in front, and said with a smile, under the shining sunlight, he was very handsome.

In response to this, Nadir opened his mouth slightly and looked at the soldiers in front of him, feeling a bit complicated for a while.

The next day, after receiving news of the enemy's infestation, Attis took three thousand ordinary troops, two thousand barbarians and over a hundred sacrifices to set out, leaving only two thousand to guard Cecil City.

However, before leaving, Artis also coerced many nobles who were dissatisfied to travel together.

This is also a tradition. When the king sends troops, his lords also need to go with the army. Here, they are afraid that these people will be easy to make trouble in the rear, so they are all taken out to ensure the stability of the rear.

As for how dissatisfied or even angry these people are, it doesn't matter to Attis.

"According to my actions, no matter how much they can appease those people, they will not serve me wholeheartedly. In that case, it doesn't matter."

Attis looked at the dozens of noble knights beside the sacrificial group, and said with a sneer.

This is a fundamental antagonism. Under his command, the nobles lost the autonomy of their territories and a large number of civilians, and were forced to surrender their own family's grudge, and they could not be comforted at all without compensation for other benefits.

Therefore, since it is not destined to gain their loyalty, there is no pressure to treat them as cannon fodder at the critical moment.

"Even after they lay down new territories, they can replace their territories in the desolate areas of the border, and completely eliminate their original influence in one fell swoop."

Adis thought so.

This is also a ruthless trick. You need to know that these nobles have existed in the same place for hundreds of years, and in the hundreds of years, I don't know how many connections and influences they have accumulated in the local area, and they can affect many people indirectly.

After dispersing and replacing their territories, it is equivalent to giving up the influence of these hundreds of years of savings, and having renewed in another completely unfamiliar place, it is impossible to continue to have this kind of influence. Even Artis had a darker heart, and could completely replace some of the thorns to a dangerous place, slowly obliterating his family.

At this time, the army had already marched into the wild.

In this world, because of the perennial intrusion of creatures such as demonized beasts and ghosts in the wild, it seems extremely desolate. Pieces of land are still in primitive form, and no one has opened up wasteland.

This is very wasteful. Although the original environment is preserved, it also makes the journey extremely difficult. There are even many beasts and savages along the way.

Seeing all this, Artis couldn't help frowning and looked up into the distance.

In his extraordinary induction, in the distance, a little red energy was slowly fluctuating towards Cecil.