Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

At the temporary camp, weapons and supplies have been loaded onto trucks brought by the advance team.

The knights and mages belonging to this world will take these wounded soldiers to the other two defense nodes.

With magic rifles and semi-finished crystallized ammunition materials.

As long as Ji Lin is still there, the advance team dare not leave the fortifications they have built and maneuver at will. Ji Lin expects them to make the second mistake and eat them again.

The advance team is now hesitant to leave the defense node they belong to, let alone advance with troops.

Most of the trucks were severely damaged by the bombardment, but ten days of repairs are enough to piece together a usable transport vehicle from these broken frames.

"Uh, Mr. Hackett, thank you for your teachings these days."

The recruit touched his head, and his hands could already wave normally.

Except for a long pink scar on his arm, the skin slowly changed from tender pink to pale white, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding light black skin. There was basically no trace of previous injuries.

There was no postoperative infection, and the operation was quite successful.

The beautiful priest lady who should not appear on the battlefield checked the recovery of his arm for him. After all, the Skitarians were Skitarians, and they were never healing priests specializing in treatment.

The wounded soldiers lined up in front of her for examination.

Those wounded soldiers who were picked out were still finished by the Skitarians.

For those who were not completely healed inside and had the possibility of secondary injuries, the Skitarians adopted a very efficient and somewhat cruel method to completely solve this problem for them.

Cut the flesh with an extremely fast light blade, and then sew it again/heal it with divine magic to ensure that there was no residual damage to the previously injured parts.

After they left the camp, there was no healer who could use divine magic to help them heal.

"It's okay, just take care of your own life."

Hacket coughed lightly. They didn't know whether it was because their bodies were special than ordinary humans or because they were responsible for a large number of emergency rescues for the wounded.

In short, the wounded liked the demi-humans better than others, which made the ability of the demi-human auxiliary forces much better.

In order to facilitate training, Chang Heng rebuilt the wounded according to the organization of the territory and completed a simple company-platoon.

Just like in elementary school, junior high school and high school, you always have to do a good job in class.

Only with the most basic organizational model can it be easier to manage the group.

"Sorry, we really can't help you grow another arm."

Hacket turned around and looked at the old soldier standing next to the recruit, holding a magic rifle in one hand. The hand that was lost for some unknown reason was equipped with a wooden prosthesis.

The other party was a little flattered and shook his head and waved his hands.

The veteran's shooting performance is the best among all, making the hit rate of the magic rifle at 200 meters as high as 70%.

The wooden prosthesis allows him to complete the loading and shooting actions - fortunately, this magic rifle is not a muzzle-loading gun.

Hackett said goodbye to the demobilized wounded soldiers he had met one by one. He knew that this might be the last time he could see each other in this world.

Just like when he was still an adventurer, the familiar faces in the tavern kept changing. Who knows if his greeting will become the last sentence he said to the other party.

Tucas held a rolled grass cigarette in his mouth, stared at his fellow descendants not far away and said a solemn farewell to these humans who met by chance, and shook his head.

He knew very well that his lord provided training for these soldiers in order to send them to a new battlefield... just like himself.

This kind of life is not particularly good, but if it is bad, then he is actually living a good life.

It was much better than the Heyuan Kingdom where everyone acted in a orderly manner.

And the other party promised to bring his family over to live with him in the future if they were willing to come.

Tucas looked at his hands, and his tail swayed behind him.

Immortality, as long as he joined them, he could get immortality.

Tucas sighed, and his eyes were fixed on Hackett who had said goodbye not far away and circled back to the front of the recruit.

"Hey, I remember your rune sword is broken, please use this one."

Hackett untied the rune dagger tied at his waist and threw it to the recruit who was about to leave the camp together with the scabbard.

Elite reconnaissance teams always need a good sword, and the melee weapons provided to the subhuman reconnaissance team are high-quality rune swords purchased from the Holy City.

He had seen the swordsmanship of the recruits, and it was not bad.

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Ji Lin looked at the calendar in front of him, and there was one more scratch on the calendar after one day passed.

It means that one day has ended, and they are welcoming a new day.

Today may be the Mid-Autumn Festival in this world, and they will face the biting cold wind in a while.

Mid-Autumn Festival... How long has it been since he experienced Mid-Autumn Festival.

In his previous life, he didn't even experience festivals normally, but now he is even more obsessed with these festivals.

So he wants to end the battle before winter.

It seems that this flag has killed many famous generals.

Ji Lin suppressed the bad idea that suddenly popped up in his mind. Even if they fight in winter, they are more advantageous.

Those on the opposite side are obviously not guys who can maintain their combat effectiveness in the cold season.

So it is better to describe it as completing the task before the end of autumn.

Ji Lin did not see off the wounded soldiers who had received nine days of simple training in the camp, or the magic rifle shooters, because that was the job of Chang Heng, who was in charge of the retraining task.

The recovered wounded soldiers left the camp with magic rifles on their backs, and the soldiers wearing white uniforms that had been patched several times began to set foot on the road to the battlefield again.

Ji Lin believed that compared with the mages and knights born in this world, these 500 soldiers who had undergone preliminary training had a stronger influence on the war situation.

These knights and mages he threatened were real tools, and the purpose of tools was to ensure that these soldiers who mastered the magic rifle shooting method could arrive at their posts normally.

What they took away was a war zone map that could show the entire battlefield, and a complete set of magic rifle production technology that the dean had worked hard to restore.

The production process of this weapon is not complicated. If it were complicated, it would be impossible for the Magic Empire to equip each unit and let them bring magic wands as backup.

It only takes a wizard to solidify the simple spell model in the ‘magic rifle/staff’.

This technology was handed over to this world civilization.

The probability theory of evolution jumped slightly, and the probability of this world resisting was adjusted from less than 10% to 15%, like a soft branch gently stretching.

Once the magic empire began to make up its mind to invest enough manpower and material resources, there would be no possibility of resistance in this world with backward technology, manpower, and productivity - this was the fate that this world originally faced.

But there is never only one probability.

On the other side of the evolutionary observation, a slowly stretching inclined curve began to bend at an amazing angle at a certain moment, like a spear piercing the enemy's heart with all its strength, rising high.