Real Mount and Blade Game

"Thank you, Brother Zhang Bo. We feel relieved with your words." Wu Jian's face was slightly stunned, but when he saw Zhang Bo's solemn promise to him, a smile appeared on his face and he heaved a sigh of relief. The heart that had been in his throat finally fell.

After all, as long as the leader says such words, it is tantamount to approving their actions and approving their defensive counterattack behavior.

At least it gave them a fairly clear attitude.

That is just as Zhang Bo said, we will do our best to protect them.

In fact, judging from their attitudes over the past two days, these middle-level managers can also see the mystery. After all, Zhang Bo has been speaking for them all the time.

Before, the remnants of the Diesel Company had been infiltrating the lower-level and middle-level management, and the middle-level management all inherited the spirit commander's legacy and became the centurions in the Dehe mission. They all knew this.

Therefore, these middle-level managers are actually the most suspicious group.

But Zhang Bo has been protecting them and keeping the matter of the remnants of the diesel company out of their minds. In fact, even now Wu Jian has no idea in his heart. He doesn't know whether these middle-level managers among the so-called loyalists have any remnants of the diesel company.

Since it is not clear, there must be doubts, and as long as it is not 100% problem-free, there must be something wrong. So Wu Jian is really grateful to Zhang Bo for protecting them.

Even if Zhang Bo did not admit that he would protect them 100%, these middle-level managers knew in their hearts that Zhang Bo had done his best and had been protecting them.

"Let's stop here." Seeing how respectful Wu Jian and the others were to him, Zhang Bo knew that he had completely subdued these middle-level managers. It's not that he had completely subdued these middle-level managers, but when he submitted the list, Zhang Bo had already closely connected the upper-level channels related to the interests of these middle-level managers, that is, the connection between him and Shen Mu, through himself.

This means that Zhang Bo has become the spokesperson for these middle-level managers.

This is a very clever fact.

It is precisely because Zhang Bo became the spokesperson for these middle-level managers that he was able to integrate with them at this time, and made these middle-level managers think that they were part of the same group as him.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Bo cannot integrate into those senior managers is also because of this reason. After all, he has become the spokesperson for those middle-level managers and a spokesperson for Zhang Caidong. It can be said that their interests are conflicting.

If it weren't for Zhang Caidong, if it weren't for his relationship with Shen Mu, if it weren't for the fact that he had saved the lives of those senior managers at the Diesel Company, and if it weren't for the fact that he himself was a very promising prophecy mage in the future.

Perhaps Zhang Bo had already fallen out with those senior managers, and something had happened secretly. Now those senior managers were showing signs of wanting to fall out with him.

Zhang Bo could see it all.

But this is exactly the effect Zhang Bo wants now.

"Remember, you must be careful with those senior managers. Don't make any mistakes, and don't leave any handles for those guys." Zhang Bo patted Wu Jian's arm and looked at those middle-level managers around him with friendly eyes. Without saying anything, he turned around and left.

After all, he came here to mediate the conflict between the two parties. Now that the conflict has basically been mediated, he doesn't need to say anything more.

At least on the surface, the conflicts between the two parties have been mediated.

"Brother Zhang Bo, we will definitely be careful." Wu Jian also nodded, without saying much, and stretched out his hand to signal the middle-level managers to send Zhang Bo away.

"No need to send me off. Let's just leave it at that." Zhang Bo declined. He wanted to send his middle-level manager off, and then he walked towards his town residence.

There is no need to give it as a gift. If you really do give it as a gift, it will be a burden. After all, you still have a lot of things to do.

Walking on the streets of Dehrim, there were still many Blue Star humans sleeping on both sides of the street. Now these Blue Star humans seemed to have heard something, and they all curled up in their tents. They didn't dare to say much, and only a few brave ones dared to open a little gap in the tent and quietly observe the situation outside.

After all, during the day, the conflict between the two groups had spread through word of mouth and reached the ears of other people.

For most humans on Blue Star, this kind of thing is no longer something they can get involved in.

So no matter what happened at this time, they wanted to curl up in their tents and pretend nothing happened. Besides, they were quite safe in Dehrim. Even if there was a conflict between the two forces, it had nothing to do with them. After all, they were just ordinary humans on the Blue Star. Before, the confrontation between Diesel Company and Green Leaf Group had nothing to do with them, so what was there to worry about at this time?

All they need to do is wait quietly for the results. Of course, this is also a kind of survival wisdom and method for these Blue Star humans who are similar to the civilian class.

At this time, Zhang Bo was walking on the street and he keenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure flashing in the corners around him, and it seemed to be hiding deliberately so as not to be discovered by him.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be those senior managers.

Of course, Zhang Bo pretended not to know about this. He quickly returned to his town, closed the door, and sat quietly in a chair waiting.

He was waiting for time.

If the timing is right, then as it gets dark, the points where it is laying out should also be in action.

As darkness fell, a kind of audacity and cruelty emerged in the hearts of all forces and individuals.

"Now we just have to wait for the first details of the plan to appear." At this time, Zhang Bo turned his head and looked out the window. Under the light of the torch tower, Dehrim seemed as bright as day, which made him feel envious. However, what he really looked at was not the city illuminated by the fire, but the darkness outside the city.

Because hidden in the darkness, the most important detail of this plan is the skeleton army of the Black Arrow Tower Seventh Dynasty hidden in the subway tunnels of the entire Long City.

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At this time, on the city wall of Dehrim, Resarit, who was on duty, was walking back and forth with a knight's sword on his shoulder, conducting patrols.

Right behind him, there were 10 Holy Tree Knights who were responsible for protecting him, and they were also looking outside the city wall with sharp eyes. No matter what the situation was, it would not escape their eyes.

They are on patrol.

They were also checking whether the Swadian light infantry or Swadian militia who were still on guard in the towers on the city walls were lazy. After all, they were all living people, and if they had to stand guard for a long time, they would really be lazy.

So patrols and inspections are needed.

"How's the situation?" Resarit took a round inspection and nodded with satisfaction. He didn't see any lazy soldiers on this circle of the city wall. These soldiers all stood upright at their posts, watching the outside. Any movement would not escape their eyes, so Resarit found a soldier to ask.

"No problem, Lord Resarit." The soldier saluted respectfully to Resarit and then answered seriously.

"Well, very good." Resarit nodded with satisfaction.

This was the report he needed.

Although he was not good at fighting or defending the city, he was quite qualified in managing soldiers, especially in training and teaching them how to complete their duties, including patrolling, standing guard, and reconnaissance, which he was quite good at and comprehensive.

Resarit, who can serve as an instructor and is specially hired as the chief instructor by the Kingdom of Swadia, certainly has this ability and this ability to be proud of.

And looking at Fatis who was riding back from outside the city wall with a group of Swadian heavy cavalry.

"Let them in."

Resarit waved his hand without any verbal communication with them. He just signaled the city gate to open, allowing Fatis and the Swadian heavy cavalry to enter the city gate, and then replace them with Bertus and the Kugit grassland bandit elites who were ready to take over the patrol work.

"Hey, Resarit, do you want to go for a walk together?" Bertus was riding on a healthy prairie horse at this time. He looked at Resarit and whistled, motioning him to look over, and asked loudly: "Do you want to go for a ride together?"

"No, since I'm guarding the city wall, then the city wall is where I should be. You go by yourself." Resarit glanced at Bertus and waved his hand to signal him to go by himself.

He knew that this Kugit had a rather eccentric personality and didn't care about any rules. But he was born into a noble family after all, and although he was not a noble of Karatia, he was still quite conscientious in completing his job.

"Well, I'll go by myself then." Bertus smiled and didn't care about Resarit's perfunctory behavior. He raised his whip and said to the Kugit grassland bandit elites behind him: "Okay, brothers, let's go together! Let's go!"

Suddenly, there were bursts of excited laughter all around. As Bertus rode his horse quickly in front, the remaining 20 or so grassland bandit elites immediately followed.

After leaving the blocked and narrow Dehrim, these grassland bandits began to gallop on their horses as if they were having fun.

The whistling sound and the wind brought about by it made them feel the excitement that belonged to the Kugit people, and the familiar feeling of galloping on horseback, which immediately made their blood boil.

The Kugits are a people on horseback, and they like to gallop like this.

Compared to the Swadians who like to stay quiet in towns or manors, they are simply two extremes. After all, even though the Swadians have powerful heavy cavalry, they prefer to let these heavy cavalry charge forward in the same formation rather than galloping in a scattered manner and wasting the horses' physical strength.

"Lord Bestur, it seems that the scope of our patrol has expanded again. Is it because Lord Shen Mu has used his divine power again to expand the range of Dehrim?" At this time, a grassland bandit elite spoke up.

"Of course, Lord Shen Mu himself is a savior full of miracles. No matter what miracles happen, it is as it should be." Bestul answered with a laugh.

Best looked at the patrol limit which had been reached some time ago, and now it was about one mile further outside. He couldn't help but answer with emotion, and his admiration for Shen Mu became stronger and stronger.

For Shen Mu, he just used the power of the Holy Light Torch Tower and borrowed some of the amplifying power from the light props.

But for these ordinary Mount and Blade soldiers, a miraculous change has already taken place.

Of course I was surprised, and expressed my admiration for working under Shen Mu.

So they began to gallop on their horses with even greater excitement, engaging in activities like horse racing on the flat roads of Longcheng City. After all, patrolling is patrolling, and it doesn't matter if they race horses while patrolling.

As long as we can patrol the area and make sure there are no problems, that's enough.

But when Bestur rushed to the front, relying on the fact that the prairie horse under his crotch was the best quality prairie horse and was about to take the lead, his brows suddenly frowned slightly, and the original charging action gradually stopped the horse under his crotch as he subconsciously tightened the reins.

"Lord Bestur, something is wrong." Even the grassland bandit elites who followed behind Bestur frowned, looking at the darkness in front of them that was outside the coverage of the Holy Light Torch Tower, and subconsciously reached out and placed their hands on the hilt of the nomadic scimitar.

Because just outside the range covered by the Holy Light Torch Tower in front, there was suddenly some deeper darkness in the darkness, and the darkness seemed to be approaching this side.

As the gray fog spread, the darkness got closer and closer, pitch black, and a terrifying feeling emerged in their hearts.

It made them more and more uneasy.

"Something is wrong." Of course, Bestur could see that something was very wrong, and he had already placed his hand on the hilt of his nomadic scimitar.

But immediately he loosened the handle of the nomadic scimitar and directly lifted up the spear that was still on the side of the horse's back.

If the nomadic scimitar symbolizes a spear raised in alert, it means that Bestur went directly from alert to combat status.

It's not just Bestur, it's the same for other grassland bandit elites.

Because the black shadow that appeared in the darkness in front of them was getting closer and closer, and all the grassland bandits had seen what the black shadow was originally -

It turned out to be a group of undead monsters that came from the darkness with strong auras and came within the illumination range of the Holy Light Torch Tower!

"This is an enemy attack!" Bestur said in a deep voice, turned his head and shouted to the grassland bandit elites behind him: "Return to Dehrim now! Now! Now! Let's go!" (End of this chapter)