Proof of the Sun King

The city was in chaos, and countless people from various nearby villages poured into the city, making the city very crowded. If there were peasants, small landlords and businessmen with some savings, they might still be able to find a place to live. Those poor tenants and serfs were not so lucky. They could only rest on street corners and roadsides, shivering in the cold wind.

On the other hand, Earl Albert's messengers were constantly traveling through the city.

"All men over the age of sixteen and under the age of forty-five go to the Ordnance Office to collect weapons!"

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

"Those who do not accept conscripts will be punished with treason!"

At the same time, soldiers continued to gather all over the city and went to the barracks to report.

Carloads of food were shipped out from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life. Both churches have set up relief points to supply these refugees. The priests and paladins of the churches are doing their best to maintain order. The priests and priests They are still comforting and comforting these victims, keeping them calm and restrained.

Of course, the two major churches did not lessen their teachings at the same time.

At the same time, many soldiers walked into the victims. They were looking for all the men who met the regulations. Whenever a man was taken away from the crowd, many families would cry.

At this time, an uninvited guest came from the Justice Church.

Teresa, who was wearing a black slanted silver-buttoned rivet cross dress and black rhino leather high-heeled boots, walked into the crowd with a staff, her enchanting figure was wrapped in a long brown coat containing camel wool Among them, the sorceress's face was like ice for ten thousand years, exuding an aura that strangers should not approach, and the victims of the disaster gave way.

Only the trolley was left in the direction of Teresa's advance. On the trolley, two children, a boy and a girl, were grabbing the black bread and nibbling hard. From their greedy looks, they could tell that they were hungry enough.

The sorceress noticed that the brown bread in the hands of the victims was the worst quality, and these hard things mixed with sawdust and soil constituted their food, but many victims were crying, and they repeatedly thanked the Justice Church for their help , many serfs have already started to run out of food even if they have only come out to flee for two or three days.

This shows the fragility of the small-scale farming economy in Nord.

The words "I hope you can be fair to everyone" that Ryan told her lingered in Teresa's ears, the sorceress took a deep breath, and said with the most pleasant expression: "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 turned pale when she saw this scene, and she rushed over from the side to protect her child: "Your Majesty the witch, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, we didn't mean to offend you. Let's get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The sorceress didn't say anything, she went straight to the righteous church.

The paladin Alfred was having lunch. He was eating a bowl of broth with a large loaf of white bread. When he saw Teresa walking into the Church of Justice, the paladin almost spit out: " Ms. Trovik?! What are you... doing here?"

"You eat brown bread for the disaster victims outside, and you drink broth and eat white bread here?" Teresa didn't answer him, but sarcastically.

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

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

Mjordenhaven, 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-old boy, and then a battle axe that was almost his size.

The boy took the weapon and stared blankly at the battle axe with his own height. It was different.

An old farmer also took the long spear from the soldier's hand. His hair was already a little gray, and his figure was hunched, and he sighed in a low voice.

Ryan stood by, watching the temporarily recruited 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 were paid a few silver coins and rations for several days.

It's just that the price they have to pay may be their lives.

The half-elf stood by Ryan's side. As the immediate combat power in the city, he and Fake, Rost and others were all forcibly recruited by the lord. Estelle stood beside Ryan and shook his head: "I don't see the recruiting of them. It is necessary to let these people go to the battlefield 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 more than 4,000 barbarian troops, we only have 300 standing troops and hundreds of volunteers ... these people are no match for the barbarians by any means, and unlike your elves, our population... is a resource that can be sacrificed."

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

Relying on the forced recruitment, Mjordenhaven raised an army of more than 2,000 people, but it is still unknown how much the militia can play. Ryan knew that he could really rely on Albert's standing army of 300 people. , 600 conscripts, and the paladins of the church.

However, in fact, those paladins can't count on them either. Ryan watched as all the levies began to gradually line up in the officer's distribution, thinking in his heart.

The captain of the guard is dividing all the levies into three parts.

Part of the civilians who did not successfully transfer careers, part of the ordinary-class professionals, and part of the elite-class soldiers were selected individually.

For civilians who have not successfully transferred jobs, they have not been strengthened by the talents of professionals. As long as they can be transferred 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 stamina, and then different occupations will also bring professional enhancements in specific directions. For example, a human who chooses to transfer to a warrior will get a physical enhancement, and a human who chooses a ranger will get agility enhancement.

But what about civilians? They have nothing.

An ordinary 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.

So this part of the militiamen were given only one spear each, and the only thing they had to learn was to use the spear to stab, and to charge with the spear.

Lane once got a military book on how to command this kind of militia, and it said very simply: "Only two orders of charge and advance need to be issued, and it is not recommended to issue complicated instructions other than these two orders."

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

Professionals of the common rank will not be described in detail.

Elite professionals are completely different.

Every advanced elite powerhouse will learn a unique talent. After further strengthening their physique and ability, these powerhouses have been able to stand on their own, and their bodies have been able to learn and use unique combat skills. Therefore, in any place, an army composed of elite-level professionals is the elite that nobles need to rely on. Three elite-level powerhouses that cooperate with each other form a group to deal with a platoon (usually 32-48 people) of ordinary soldiers. No problem.

Not to mention, when Ryan was an elite knight when he was young, he followed one of his knight colleagues and beat away dozens of ordinary bandits, one at a time.

This is the difference in combat power.

So how do professionals advance?

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

Why does Lane feel that the paladins are unreliable, precisely because the paladins lack one of the most important ones. Through combat advancement, ordinary paladins rely on either practice or devout prayers, relying on the help of gods. Advanced.

The gods are very happy to bestow divine favors on their devout followers, so on the mainland, the number of legendary powerhouses among the paladins is the largest, 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, he has relied on the baptism of blood and fire for many years, and he has relied on the actual combat over and over again. His strength is far stronger. For a normal Legendary Elementary Powerhouse, it would not be a problem for Ryan to deal with five or six Legendary Elementary Paladins alone. He could use his warhammer to blast these tin cans one by one.

Yes, the combat effectiveness of the paladins is just that. Someone once ridiculed them: "Wear the thickest armor and get the most poisonous beatings."

Of course, there are some very capable paladins, but it is a fact that most paladins lack actual combat experience, so Ryan knew that he and Teresa could deal with the manticore, 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 art of Divine Shield seems to be very powerful, but in fact it is not very reliable-not all beasts know brainlessness like the manticore. For example, Ryan's way of dealing with Divine Shield is to fly a kite , These tin cans are slow in movement and lack the ability to attack at a long distance. As soon as they turn on the holy shield technique, Ryan will fight and dodge at the same time. The ordinary holy shield technique lasts up to six seconds, and even the holy shield technique of the legendary paladin will last at most. Twelve seconds, it is very easy to survive this time.

Moreover, the Holy Shield technique is not invincible in the full sense. The essence of the Holy Shield technique is a bit like the divine power of the gods. A 360-degree iron box is made to wrap the paladin in it. It is indeed under the protection of the powerful divine power of the gods. 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 focus back on the matter in front of him.

Now there is a problem, that is, even the standing army of the Nords, their combat effectiveness is still somewhat different from that of the barbarians.

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

"Even with the addition of these militiamen, the defending army has only reached two thousand. 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 casualties."

"No way, Estelle." Ryan shook his head: "Defending the city is the worst policy of all. In fact, in the many wars against the barbarians that I participated in, I didn't defend the city many times."

"Why?" The half-elf felt strange.

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

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"If you decide to defend the city without doing anything, the morale will collapse very quickly." Ryan gestured to 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 to us humans." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "Every one of you can awaken professional talents as long as they are thirty-five years old, but we humans What? We humans are less than 40% of the total population who can awaken professional talent!"

Yes, the racial advantage of elves is so great.

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

"What happened? What happened?" Ryan had to say goodbye to Estelle immediately, ride the pinecone, and immediately rushed to Albert's Count Castle.

Albert's Earl's Castle is located in a small hill in the city of Mjordenhaven. It is equipped with a perfect defense and a moat. There are two artillery pieces on the city wall. During the war preparation period, there were far more soldiers here than ever before. Seeing Ryan's arrival, the defenders lowered the drawbridge.

Albert and his two knights were discussing the current military situation in the conference room. Walnut knight Nikolai had both happy and worried expressions on his face.

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

"Bad news first."