Chapter 61, All People Are Soldiers

The city was in turmoil, and countless humans from nearby villages poured into the city, making the city very crowded. If the self-cultivated farmers, small landlords, and businessmen with some savings might still be able to find a place to live, those poor tenant serfs would not be so lucky. They could only rest on street corners and roadsides, shivering in the cold wind.

In contrast, Earl Albert's orderlies were constantly shuttling through the city.

"All men over the age of sixteen and under the age of forty-five all go to the Armory Department to receive weapons!"

"Your Excellency Albert issued a national call-up order! Any male must accept the call-up! Please go to the barracks immediately for training!"

"Those who do not accept the conscript will be punished as treason!"

At the same time, soldiers continued to gather in various parts of the city and went to the barracks to report.

Carloads of grain were shipped out from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life. Both churches set up porridge sheds to supply these fleeing victims. The pastors and paladins of the churches are doing their best to maintain order. The pastors and priests They are still constantly comforting and comforting these victims, keeping them calm and restrained.

Of course, the two churches did not less promote their teachings at the same time.

At the same time, many soldiers walked among the victims, looking for all the men who met the requirements. Whenever a man was taken away from the crowd, many families would cry out.

At this time, an unexpected visitor came to the porridge shed of the Justice Church.

Teresa, who was wearing a black oblique dress with silver buckles and rivets, and black rhinoceros leather high-heeled boots, walked into the crowd with a staff. Her enchanting figure was wrapped in a long brown coat with camel hair Among them, the face of the female sorceress was like ice for thousands of years, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to. Seeing this, the victims all stepped aside.

There was only a trolley standing in Teresa's way. On the trolley, two children, a boy and a girl, were drinking porridge from small bowls. From their greedy looks, we could tell that they were hungry enough.

The female sorceress noticed that the rice porridge in the rough porcelain bowls in the hands of the victims was very watery. A little bit of starch, barley, and a little bit of vegetable leaves constituted their food. However, many victims were crying, and they repeatedly thanked the Justice Church for their care. Rescue, even if many serfs have only escaped for two or three days, they have already started to run out of food.

This shows the fragility of the smallholder economy in Nord.

The words that Ryan told her "I hope you will treat everyone fairly" lingered in Teresa's ears, and the sorceress took a deep breath and said with as pleasant a face as possible, "Get out of the way."

"Ah! What a beautiful big sister!" The little boy raised his head and saw a beautiful big sister standing in front of him, so he said with bright eyes.

"Oh! Lucas!!!" The child's mother was shocked when she saw this scene, she rushed over from the side and protected her child behind her: "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, we didn't mean to offend you ! Let's get out of the way, out of the way!"

The sorceress didn't say anything, she walked straight into the Church of Justice.

Paladin Alfred was having lunch. He was carrying a bowl of broth with a large loaf of rye bread. He was eating with gusto. When Teresa walked into the Church of Justice, the paladin almost spit out: "Ms. Trovik?! What are you... doing here?"

"Give rice porridge to the victims outside, and you drink broth and bread here?" Teresa didn't answer him, but sarcastically.

"Justice needs a price. If we give them the same bread and broth, it will not only harm them, but also harm everyone." Alfred wiped his mouth: "Okay, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask something about Ryan..."

Mjorden Haven, Barracks.

People come and go in the barracks.

"Sir, this is your thing!" A breastplate and military uniform were thrown in front of the half-grown boy,

Then there was a tomahawk nearly as tall as he was.

The boy took the weapon and stared blankly at the tomahawk, which was as tall as him, as if it was different.

An elderly farmer also took the spear from the soldier's hand. His hair was already a little gray, his figure was hunched, and he sighed softly.

Ryan stood aside, watching these temporarily conscripted militiamen and conscripts receive weapons at the barracks, and the coins belonging to Earl Albert were transported out of the lord's warehouse one by one. Soldiers can get a few silver coins in military pay and a few days of rations.

Just the price they have to pay, probably life.

The half-elf stood beside Ryan. As an immediate combat force in the city, he, Fake, Rost and others were all forcibly recruited by the lord. Estelle stood beside Ryan and shook his head: "I don't see how they can be recruited." The need for these people to go to the battlefield is just to die."

"Grooms, tenants, workers, cooks, they are not soldiers." Ryan shook his head, but he continued: "But we still need them, the opponent is a barbarian army of more than 4,000, we only have 300 standing troops and hundreds of conscripts ...These people are no match for the barbarians anyway, and unlike you elves, our population... is a resource that can be sacrificed."

Estelle was speechless. It's not that the half-elves have never faced the barbarians. Under the blessing of chaos, the barbarians' fighting power is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Relying on compulsory recruitment, Mijodenhaven has pulled up an army of more than 2,000 people, but it is still unknown how much the militia can play. Ryan knows that what he can really rely on is the 300-man standing army under Albert's command , 600 conscripts, and the paladins of the church.

However, in fact, those paladins can't count on it, Ryan thought as he watched all the conscripts gradually line up in the distribution of officers.

The Chief of the Guard is dividing all the conscripts into three parts.

Some of the civilians who failed to change jobs, some of the ordinary-level professionals, and some of the elite-level soldiers were selected separately.

For civilians who have not successfully changed jobs, they have not been strengthened by the talents of professionals. As long as they can change jobs to professionals, any human can get a normal physical enhancement, and their arms will be stronger and stronger. The physique will be better and more durable, and different professions will also give the professional enhancement in a specific direction. For example, humans who choose to change their profession to fighters will get physical enhancement, and humans who choose ranger will get agility enhancement.

But what about civilians? They have nothing.

Therefore, an ordinary-level professional can deal with five or six civilians who have not been successfully transferred. If there are no special circumstances, there will be no civilians among the soldiers.

Therefore, each of the militiamen in this part was only given one spear. The only thing they had to learn was to use the spear to thrust and charge with the spear.

Ryan once obtained a military book on how to command this kind of militia, which simply stated: "You only need to issue two orders, charge and advance, and it is not recommended to issue complex instructions other than these two orders."

He remembered that he hid alone in his room and laughed for a long time after reading the military book.

Ordinary level professionals will not be described in detail.

Elite professionals are completely different.

Every strong person who advances to the elite level will learn a unique talent. After further strengthening their physique and abilities, these strong people have been able to stand alone, and their bodies have the ability to learn and use unique combat skills. Therefore, anywhere, an army composed of elite-level professionals is the elite that the nobles need to rely on. Three elite-level strongmen who cooperate with each other form a group to deal with a platoon (usually 32-48 people) of ordinary-level soldiers. no problem.

Among other things, when Ryan was an elite knight when he was young, he followed one of his fellow knights and beat off dozens of ordinary bandits, one by one.

This is the difference in combat effectiveness.

So how can professionals advance?

There are three methods, namely relying on fighting (killing), relying on practice, and relying on divine grace.

Why Ryan feels that paladins are unreliable is precisely because paladins lack one of the most important ones. Advancement through combat, ordinary paladins rely on either practice or devout prayers, relying on the divine power of gods to help Advanced.

The gods are very happy to bestow divine favors on their devout believers, so on the mainland, the number of legendary warriors is the largest among paladins, but this does not mean that they are the strongest.

Because this kind of advancement is very watery. Take Ryan as an example. As a legendary warrior at the beginning, he has relied on the baptism of blood and fire for many years, and relied on actual combat over and over again. His strength is far stronger. Compared with a normal legendary low-level strongman, Ryan has no problem dealing with five or six legendary low-level paladins alone. He can use his war hammer to hammer these tin cans one by one.

Yes, the fighting power of the paladins is so poor. Someone once laughed at them: "Wear the thickest armor and receive the most vicious beatings."

Of course, there are some paladins who are very capable of fighting, but it is a fact that most paladins lack actual combat experience, so Ryan knows that he and Teresa can deal with Manticore alone, so he called Alfred, he I hope that my good friend can accumulate more practical experience, which may save his life at a critical time.

The divine shield technique looks very powerful, but in fact it is not very reliable - not all fierce beasts know no brains like the manticore. For example, Ryan's way to deal with the divine shield technique is to fly a kite , these tin cans move slowly and lack long-distance attack ability. As soon as they activate the holy shield technique, Ryan will fight and hide. The ordinary holy shield technique lasts at most six seconds, even the legendary holy warrior's holy shield technique lasts at most Twelve seconds, it is very easy to survive this time.

Moreover, the holy shield technique is not invincible in a complete sense. The essence of the holy shield technique is a bit like the divine power of a god made a 360-degree iron box to wrap the paladin in it. Indeed, under the powerful divine power of the god, Without the strength of the sanctuary, the people inside cannot be hurt, but this does not mean that the iron box cannot be moved. Ryan has tried it. With his wrist strength, he can directly hammer the iron box with the people inside.

Pulling away, Ryan forced himself to return his attention to what was in front of him.

Now there is a problem, that is, even Nord's standing army, their combat effectiveness is still far behind that of the barbarians.

The strength of the barbarians lies in the repeated and bloody wars, the selection of the survival of the fittest, and the blessing of the evil god of chaos. In this case, human soldiers of the same quantity and quality will not be the opponents of the barbarian looters.

"Even with the addition of these militias, the number of defenders has only reached 2,000. My opinion is that we should rely on the city for defense." The half-elf gave his opinion: "The city wall can help improve morale and reduce the number of soldiers. casualties."

"No, Estelle." Ryan shook his head: "Defending the city is the worst strategy. In fact, in the many wars against the barbarians I participated in, I did not defend the city many times."

"Why?" The half-elf felt strange.

"Being trapped in the city means low morale, which means that the barbarians can obtain supplies from nearby villages and towns at will. You must know that the barbarians came very suddenly. Many noble families only had time to take away part of their property, and many civilians had not had time to withdraw to the city. , Are we going to close the city gate and watch the barbarians slaughter them all?" Ryan said angrily.

As far as the barbarians are concerned, they never have to consider the consequences of their actions, and they never have to worry about reputation and morality. What they have to do is to bring destruction to the southerners and bring wealth back to the north.

"If you decide to defend the city without doing anything, the morale will collapse very quickly." Ryan motioned Estelle to look at the militiamen: "At that time, without the barbarians attacking the city, these militiamen will collapse."

As he said, the faces of these militiamen were full of numbness, panic and anxiety.

"Human beings are fragile." Estelle said disdainfully: "We are willing to shed the last drop of blood for the forest."

"We are also willing to shed blood to defend the country! Estelle, please don't compare your elves with us humans." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "Each of you can awaken professional talents as long as you are thirty-five years old, but we humans What? We humans have less than 40% of the total population who can awaken professional talent!"

Yes, the racial advantage of the elves is so great.

"Mr. Ryan, Your Excellency Albert hopes that you will go to the Earl's Castle immediately. There is an important military situation!" A messenger came to Ryan and saluted him.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Ryan had to say goodbye to Estelle immediately, rode on a pine cone, and immediately rushed to Albert's Earl's Castle.

Albert's Earl's Castle is located in a small hill in the city of Mijodenhaven. It is equipped with complete defenses and moats, and there are two cannons on the walls. During the war preparation period, there are far more soldiers here than at any time. Seeing Ryan arriving, the defenders lowered the drawbridge.

Albert and his two knights were discussing the current military situation in the meeting room. The walnut knight Nikolai had both joy and worry on his face.

"Mr. Lane, there is good news...and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad news first."