This gunslinger is too reckless

Side mission: Escort military supplies to the front line
Mission objective: Escort rations to the frontline barracks
Task Difficulty: G
Task rewards: issued according to evaluation, ranging from G-level rewards to G+-level rewards

Persistence is victory!This task is very tiring, but you can get the highest reward if you get a C rating——Emily
In the second week, it was still on the way to escort the military rations.

Another group of broken soldiers stared at them.

"We are brothers of freedom..." the leader of the defeated soldiers holding a pickaxe said viciously. This is a relatively lightweight secondary weapon that can be carried during escape.

Many defeated soldiers not only threw away their heavy spears, but also their shields, holding only daggers or pickaxes in their hands.

The only thing worthy of praise may be a leather armor that is not easy to take off when escaping, and a few light crossbows.

"I free your mother!" Raymond yelled, raised his iron spear, and instantly the crossbowmen on both sides shot one after another.

Both sides use the orthodox Rhodok tactics, the melee infantry defends or charges in the center - it depends on which side has the superior long-range firepower, if they can't shoot the opponent, they can only charge against the arrow rain.The crossbowmen spread out to the flanks, shooting their opponents in the side.

Originally, when fighting the Swadians, some spearmen were deployed on the flanks to defend against the cavalry. Now that there is a civil war in the family, Rodok has few horses, and no one has cavalry, so there is no need to worry so much.

Zhao Dong stood numbly in his position, without any throbbing in his heart. He knew that he was still far away from melee combat, so he just held up the shield and kept his feet from protruding to be shot.

These rout soldiers would only walk slowly a few dozen steps away, maintaining their strength, and would charge howling when the crossbow could really pose a huge threat.

Looking at it now, a round of crossbow bolts shot past, and several people's chests were immediately splashed with blood. At this distance, the penetration and accuracy of the crossbow are already extremely terrifying.The rest of the rout soldiers took advantage of the stringing of the crossbow, drew their spears from their backs, sprinted and threw them at the same time, disturbing the formation of the mercenaries.

"Throw!" Zhao Dong also pulled out the wooden spears on his back - the ones with iron heads had been completely damaged in previous battles, and now these spears were all made by himself on the way.

Make a fire, roast the surface of the thick branches until they are carbonized, and rub the tips on the stones, and anyone with a little strength can kill people by throwing them out.There is no doubt that these defeated soldiers who have experienced battles also understand these things.

It's just that they can't make a shield temporarily.

The two sides threw crude spears at each other, but the losers were always defeated. When they were pierced through the chest, the last thing they regretted was throwing away their heavy shields when they fled the battlefield.

Perhaps this saved them from the Swadians, but it killed them here.

"Rush!" Seeing that the opponent's formation had been scattered by spear throwing, and his morale was low, Lei Meng decisively launched a countercharge.

Zhao Dong moved forward reflexively, but now he felt nothing about this word that used to excite him.

The two waves collided suddenly, and in front of Zhao Dong was a bearded Rhodok veteran. He protected his throat with a pickaxe, and was ready to use this weapon to swing away Zhao Dong's iron spear at any time, trying to deceive body front.

He bet the young Kujit in front of him was a baby.

The sound of the leather armor being torn, the coldness of the spear tip, the sharp pain in the stomach, the numbness after the internal organs were smashed... Within half a second, the Rhodok veteran experienced all these.

Ha, it seems I bet wrong.The hemorrhage from his internal organs made his eyes go black, and he fell to the ground. The fierce shouts and killings around him seemed to become more and more ethereal.

"Victor, go home and eat!" "No drinking out tonight!" "Dad, don't prick me with your beard!"

These sounds gradually became clearer in Veteran Rodok's ears, and the veteran showed his last smile.

After entering into the tragic handover of soldiers, these rout soldiers quickly broke up again. Zhao Dong lowered his head and saw this smile.

He gently closed the veteran's eyes: "You are over, you are happy, and I will continue."

These broken troops were relatively single-minded and started fighting directly; some drove the hungry people to death, and some attacked at night. Even if there were people taking turns standing guard all night, they could not guarantee a good night's sleep.

One or two mercenaries died every day, and after a week, most of the familiar faces were gone.Raymond had to recruit a small group of defeated troops, even if they might escape in the middle of the night with weapons and stolen food.

Morale continued to be low, and Raymond put a knife on the neck of the leader of the civilians, forcing them to take out the wine and bacon rationed to the officers, and reward them every day, so that the team would not collapse.

Zhao Dong sometimes dreamed that the soldiers he recruited in his previous life playing the game of riding and slashing were scolding him, fighting one hundred and three hundred all day long, not treating them as human beings...

In this real plane, not to mention that the army continued to follow the commander to fight north and south after suffering heavy losses, even if it was such a low-intensity battle, once it lasted for more than a week, the army might collapse at any time.

Marching, killing, standing guard, practicing, and finally getting less than four hours of sleep... Many times, Zhao Dong wanted to take up arms and flee at night.

Fortunately, Rhodok is not big, after a week of marching, it is almost time to go to the front line, Zhao Dong relied on this idea to curb the idea of ​​oiling the soles of his feet.

So are many people.

Tomorrow, probably the last day of the march.I'm not on guard today, so I should be able to sleep soundly. I hope there will be no night raids... Zhao Dong is lying in the tent, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

"Zhao Dong, wake up, the side quest has changed!" Emily's voice was very anxious, "Please get up quickly..."

Well!Zhao Dong was pulled back from the door of Dreamland by the voice that kept ringing in his head. He pinched his hand hard, and Emily felt so anxious that she was about to cry. It must be a very important matter!

Side mission: Escort rations to the front line, it has been changed!

Change to: Escort military rations to the front line, or...

Mission objective: The current objective is to escort the rations, and it will remain the same or change according to the faction you choose.

Mission Difficulty: G- or F-, depending on your chosen faction
Mission rewards: distributed based on evaluation, ranging from G-level rewards to F-level rewards

Do it according to your heart, Zhao Dong... - Emily
When Zhao Dong saw this mission, Emily unusually didn't tell him not to be reckless and choose the easiest route. Zhao Dong had already guessed it.

This mission can be made very simple, but it comes at a high cost, not only in terms of reward, but also in conscience.

Zhao Dong glanced at his waist, the dagger presented by Bandak was stuck in his belt, obviously in the dark, but extremely conspicuous.

This dagger made him firm in his choice.

Come on, let me see how dangerous an F-difficulty task can be!

……

"Master Wizard! It's time to act today! We have been out for a week, but we haven't had the slightest result." A Swadian cavalry said anxiously.

After getting along these days, the five cavalrymen's fear of the wizard gradually decreased, and they often called him behind his back as a cowardly old man who avoided fighting.

Biting a Rhodok ration team from a distance, but not daring to make a move, let the brothers eat dry biscuits all day long, I really don’t know what to be afraid of? !
The black-robed wizard was silent for a while, and then said: "The young eagle has become tired, the hunter should draw the bow or tame it."

Although the wizard has made it very obvious, it is normal for the Swadian cavalry to be illiterate. In other words, these people don't even have a kindergarten education, so they really don't understand this kind of argot full of metaphors.

"What are you talking about? Do you want to fight or not?!" The cavalry captain's veins were exposed, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He drew out his long sword and shouted loudly.

A mass of flames emerged from the cavalry captain's mouth. The burning pain caused the cavalry captain to drop the long sword in his hand and fall to the ground. He kept grabbing the dirt on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth to put out the fire.

But the flames spread all the way to his eyes, ears and nose... Finally, he lay motionless on the ground, turning into a corpse beyond recognition.

The other four cavalry fell to their knees, begging for mercy in a panic.

"Since you don't understand, I have to explain it hard. I sensed that there is a similar person in that food transport team. I hope to wait until he is tired before taking action. Now it is finally time." The wizard said coldly. said.

"I don't like to talk so much. I'm already very unhappy after talking so much today. You'd better fight to the death, otherwise..." The wizard's words stopped abruptly.

The kneeling cavalry swore an oath that they would fight to the death.