Succubus' Manor

After careful consideration, Chi Yan placed Old Bob in the Finance Office - this office was also just established, mainly responsible for the distribution of funds for urban construction, as well as the management of some daily necessities. Old Bob's loyalty is now beyond doubt , and he was indeed a capable person, so Chi Yan let him do it.

And the most important thing these days is to gather people and stand ready. If Oatley really calls, they must find out the news in advance before they can snipe the opponent outside the city.

Chi Yan, who has no combat experience and combat command ability, carried forward the fine tradition of "let the capable go first" at this time, and handed over the heavy responsibility to Kleist.

Although Chi Yan didn't know if Kleist would command the battle, he was better than him.

Two cities fighting, no, two cities fighting, it is estimated that there is no need for any art of war.

Anyway, with the demons around, you won't lose. It's just this time to train soldiers, let the soldiers gain some experience points.

After all, you can't always squeeze the wool of the demons.

"It's best to let the soldiers go up to practice." Chi Yan said to Kleist, "You don't need to deliberately protect them. Protecting them now is harming them."

Judging from the current situation, although the Holy Court and the royal family are in a cold war, they are unable to effectively control the local cities due to various reasons. There are conflicts between cities, robbing resources, and launching wars. The war will only become more and more serious. many.

The lords seem to obey the unified command of the royal family or the Holy Court, but in fact it is more like ruling by breaking the ground. They have the right to govern and appoint in their own territory. In addition to paying taxes to the above every year, they go to the Holy City every few years Apart from the audience, he is actually the Emperor of the Earth.

There's no "it's my brother and sister" thinking about other cities, either.

The fewer resources, the greater the intensity of competition.

Now Stettin is a big piece of fat, anyone who has the ability will want to come and grab a gun.

But Chi Yan is not going to reduce the size of Stettin - the reason why they are coveted is not because they are stronger than other places, but because they are not strong enough. When the size and population of the city, the combat capabilities are already much higher than the average level Only when they are intercepted can they be safe.

So many barren small cities and villages have been looted, which is enough to prove that bullying and fear of hard work are common problems of all people. If there are bones that are easy to chew, even if there is little meat, they must be chewed, and bones that are not easy to chew, no matter how much meat there is, must be feared first.

Kleist was sitting on the window sill watching the scenery, and nodded after hearing Chi Yan's words: "Okay."

Chi Yan held his chin: "I don't know what kind of city Otley is."

He hasn't visited nearby cities since he came to Stettin, and he doesn't know much about the outside world, but now he suddenly became curious. Chi Yan sighed: "It would be great if I could visit the holy city."

The capital city, the most prosperous and wealthy city in a country, Chi Yan asked Kleist: "What do you think the holy city should look like?"

Kleist jumped off the window sill, walked up to Chi Yan and sat down. He stretched his arms skillfully, and Chi Yan leaned over. Kleist's body is warm in winter and cool in summer, which can be said to be necessary for home travel. , Chi Yan hugged Kleist's waist, and sighed contentedly.

"The holy city..." Kleist flipped through the memories he got from his mother that didn't belong to him, and found the scene of the holy city thousands of years ago.

The memory inheritance of the demons is like handing down a black box from generation to generation. This box has a lock and a key. Only when the person who opens the box has a definite question can he find the answer from it.

It is not possible to get all the memories of the devil in one brain.

When Kleist told Chi Yan earlier, Chi Yan was still relieved.

"Fortunately, that's the case. Otherwise, the next demon king wouldn't be able to see the pictures of the two of us? We still have the right to privacy."

The holy city thousands of years ago was more like a large village. People only had the concept of family at that time, and the houses only had stone houses and straw huts. For the adhesive, only local clay will be used.

Even the castle where Austin the Great lived was just a larger-looking stone house.

So Kleist said sincerely: "At least 1000 years ago, it was just a simple village there."

Chi Yan: "...Your old almanac can be updated."

It's a pity that he probably won't be able to leave Stettin for the past two years, otherwise he really wants to visit the holy city.

Chi Yan's head rested on Kleist's shoulder, and the sunlight from outside the window shone in. Chi Yan didn't want to move at all. There were several ice basins in the room, which were not hot at all, and the sunlight was just right.

After Chi Yan leaned on Kleist's shoulder and fell asleep, Kleist lightly carried Chi Yan to the bed, and then covered Chi Yan's belly with a quilt. Before covering it, Kleist He even kissed Chi Yan's white belly.

Chi Yan seemed to have been scratched to some itch, and even laughed twice in his sleep.

Kleist looked tenderly at Chi Yan's face, paused for a few seconds before leaving the room.

The soldiers were standing in the clearing. This clearing was specially cleared and covered with stone slabs. There was also a warehouse built behind it, which was full of well-made weapons. The soldiers had to train every day. They were different from the guards. Patrols in the city, but the training volume and training intensity are much greater than that of the guards.

Most of these soldiers were of ordinary civilian origin, and they were recruited only to get a fixed salary.

Being a soldier can get one hundred copper coins a month, which is very attractive to civilians. After all, a man in his prime does physical work, and his monthly income is only about fifty copper coins.

But being a soldier is risky. Once they encounter a crisis, they have to use their heads on their necks to fight for a way out.

It's just that Bill, who had just been a soldier for two months, didn't expect the war to come so quickly.

He stood in the crowd, facing the scorching sun, and maintained a posture. The sweat dripped from his forehead, slid down his cheeks to his chin, and then fell on the stone slab, quickly disappearing without a trace.

The same goes for the people around them. They are tired and thirsty, but they dare not complain.

Of course the training was terrible, but they were poor and hungry and they carried it off.

Before serving as soldiers, they had to eat bark and grass roots. After serving as soldiers, they could eat enough every day and eat meat every once in a while. The money they earned could support the whole family. The wild leaves them to fend for themselves, no matter how hard it is, they can bear it.

However, this was different from the previous lectures. The soldiers looked at their instructors and treated them seriously, and stood with them under the scorching sun, looking at the high platform made of wood with serious expressions.

It seems that a great big shot will come here later.

These instructors were different from the soldiers, they were all trained by Kleist, each of them possessed superhuman bravery, they were fearless in fighting, it seemed that death was not scary, only losing was scary.

Bill raised his head and sneaked a glance at his instructor.

Then he swallowed and looked down.

Instructor Achill is the most severe of all the instructors. He seems to have no human feelings, only knows how to fight. When practicing with him, he will never show mercy. If he loses, he will be seriously injured. Before the injury heals, he will be seriously injured , to be dragged up again to continue training.

So sometimes when different teams compete, the team trained by Achill always wins.

If you don't win, you can't help it. If you lose, it will be miserable.

Bill let out a sigh of relief. Those soldiers who lived in the hands of Achill were very envious of the other instructors' teams. Although they were all strict, they were not as crazy as Achill.

However, what surprised Bill was that Achill, who usually had a fierce face, actually restrained his expression at this time, acting like an ordinary soldier, with deep fear and awe in his eyes.

I really don't know which big man came to lecture this time, maybe the lord?

Bill stared blankly at the back of the soldier's head standing in front of him.

Bill didn't know how long they stood there. Finally, when the sun was fading but still hadn't disappeared, the person they were waiting for appeared. Bill's eyesight was not very good, and he could only see a shadowy figure. He doesn't look like a strong man, without exaggerated muscles and bulk, but just looking at his figure, he looks like a nobleman.

He was wearing a long black robe, with long hair that looked very black in the sun. The black robe on his body was shining with streamers. The instructors had their hands behind their backs, and they had lowered their heads. Although the soldiers didn't know why, they Also imitating the appearance of the instructors, he bowed his head humbly.

Kleist is not used to giving lectures, he is not a "lively" person except in front of Chi Yan.

At this time, Kleist looked at the soldiers in the audience, and he had to admit that this group of human soldiers were much more decent than the demons. No matter how decent the demons were dressed, they would lose their momentum if they did not become prototypes, but they could rely on their faces. Intimidate the enemy.

The soldiers didn't look sideways. They had been trained to reflex and never dared to disobey orders.

After all, he was an instructor trained by Kleist himself. He was beaten more often, and he gradually became a wolf.

Kleist is also more willing to turn them into wolves. Wolves are pack animals, and when they gather together, they will be invincible.

He doesn't need a tiger among wolves.

"The enemy is coming." Kleist's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Kleist suddenly smiled: "The duty of a soldier is to go to the battlefield, rush over, and cut off the enemy's head to survive. If you lose or run away, you have to die."

Kleist obviously only had a smile on his face, but the soldiers and instructors standing in the front row were bewitched by his plain but murderous voice, and they raised their heads.

Kleist's eyes swept over the faces of every instructor, and the instructors raised their heads high and showed Kleist how strong and fierce they were.

Kleist: "You are knives, and the function of knives is to kill."

The soldiers all raised their heads and stared at Kleist. It was just a simple sentence, but they were suddenly so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

That's right, they are soldiers, the knives in the hands of the lord, they will strike at every enemy who faces them.

Kleist called, "Achille."

Achill hurried out, his eyes were scarlet and he was panting heavily, his reaction was greater than others.

He has been training for so long, suffered so much, and has been unable to get out of bed so many times, it seems that he is waiting for this day, this moment.

Kleist looked at Achill.

Achill is not like a human race, but more like a demon race. His blood is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

Kleist: "You lead a team and be the vanguard."

Achill knelt on one knee and shouted loudly: "Yes!"

The vanguard is the tip of a knife, it must stab the enemy's heart directly, without a moment's hesitation, and it must have the courage to fear death. Driven mad by him.

After arranging everyone's positions, Kleist felt that he had nothing to say - if it was Chi Yan, he should be doing mobilization at this moment, but Kleist is not Chi Yan, he feels that he has said everything he should say , It would be nonsense to continue, so he stepped away from the high platform.

The instructors are gearing up, they used to only show off their power, but they can't wait to try their current skills even though they have nothing but ostentation.

After Kleist left, the instructors led the soldiers to continue training.

There were also soldiers who had a good relationship with the instructor and secretly asked, "My lord, was that lord just now..."

Obviously it doesn't look strong, but it always gives people a very ferocious feeling.

The instructor whispered, "That is Mr. Kleist, he trained us instructors."

Soldier: "Ah..."

He thought that the instructors were born to be instructors, but he didn't expect that they would also be trained.

The instructor shivered involuntarily when he thought of being trained. He touched his arm and said to the soldiers: "At that time, I was worse than you."

The soldier was just tired at any rate. He was really working hard at that time. He was beaten every day and couldn't rest.

Fortunately, I survived...

The instructor narrowed his eyes.

I don't know which unlucky ghost wants to fight them.

-

In the city of Otley.

The young "soldier" stooped and ran quietly into an alley. He hugged his stomach tightly, and he knew that there was something hidden in his arms at a glance. He turned around in the alley and finally reached his destination. , In a simple wooden crate next to the wall, there are three little dolls nestling. When they heard someone coming, the dolls looked out from the small hole in the wooden box.

After seeing the face of the "soldier", they walked out of the wooden box carefully.

The "soldier" took out a piece of black bread from his arms. This small piece of black bread was mixed with a lot of wheat bran and pebbles, but this is a very precious food nowadays.

"Brother, are you coming back to sleep tonight?" The little boy swallowed.

The "soldier" smiled and said, "If I don't come back, I have something to do tonight. If I'm lucky, we won't have to go hungry in the future."

If anyone passes by at this time, they will definitely find that this "soldier" has a green face. He may not be 14 years old, with thin limbs and only a pair of big and bright eyes. He soaks black bread into a wooden bowl. Wait until it is softened before eating, otherwise their teeth will not be able to bite such a hard bread.

Otley was lifeless, and the people walking on the streets were all "soldiers". They were said to be "soldiers", but they were actually bandits raised by the lords of the city and various powerful forces. However, before they became robbers, they were just ordinary civilians. They had never even fought, but when the people above gave an order, they became robbers that everyone feared.

The young "soldier" finally showed a little smile on his face as he watched his younger brothers eat the soft black bread.

As long as you can eat, you can live.

After his brothers finished eating, he left. He still had to gather in the regiment, then took up his weapons, and went with the others to attack Stettin. They knew that Stettin was a place from the passing merchants.

that is a good place!

Everyone can have a job, there are countless businessmen, the poor there don't have to pay taxes, and the farmers there can farm the land well, without worrying that all the food they have worked so hard to grow will be taken away by taxes.

As long as they take Stettin down as the lord said, they can live like that, right?

His parents and relatives all died of the plague, leaving only these three younger brothers. In order to protect them, he must also take up arms.

The young "soldier" didn't know what kind of path he was going to take. He only knew that as long as he was obedient, he would surely keep his younger brothers alive.

The "soldiers" have already assembled, and they are rarely so excited, as if as soon as today is over, they will come to welcome new people, no longer need to be robbers, and they will be paid every day as long as they work hard.

Soon they were on their way to Stettin.

For them, it was not a road full of blood and fighting.

It is a path to hope.

Just as they left Oatley for Stettin, the man hiding in the tree moved, and he moved through the woods like a gust of wind, and soon came to the plain, lowered his body, and hid himself in the half height in the grass.

Gore runs very fast, he is born good at running, faster than other demons, and his figure is thin and light, and it is easy to hide. He will look back when he is running, and look at the Did the crowd keep up.

But he had long since lost sight of the group of people.

When Gore ran outside Stettin and saw Achill, Otley's bandit group was still marching "slowly".

Now all the soldiers are outside the city, and they have seized the opportunity. If they can lose and suffer heavy casualties, then they might as well die now. Achill clenched his fists and asked excitedly: "How long before they arrive?"

Gore glanced at Achill and felt that this human race was really not human, but he didn't tell his heart, after all, they were not familiar with each other.

Gore reported the time, but it was also relatively false.

"No rest tonight," Gore said to Achill.

Achill nodded, but instead of looking at Gore, he looked away, towards the horizon.

For some unknown reason, Gore suddenly shuddered.

He felt that Achill was not a person, but a knife, a knife buzzing to see blood at any time.

And Chi Yan was also outside the city at this time, but his treatment was much better. He could sit under the tree and eat biscuits. There was a lot of sunlight, leaving only mottled light falling from the gaps in the leaves and falling on Chi Yan's head and face.

Kleist was sitting opposite Chi Yan, and there was a wooden table between them, with biscuits and water glasses on the table.

Some milk was added to this biscuit, probably because it was added less, the milky smell was not strong, and a lot of sugar was added, so it tasted delicious and crispy, and it was successfully promoted to Chi Yan's favorite snack.

"Have Otley's people arrived tonight?" Chi Yan asked Kleist.

Kleist didn't know either, so he called Gore to ask.

"Yes." Gore gave a definite answer.

Although he felt that Oatley's group was walking very slowly, he also knew that for humans, that speed was fast enough.

Chi Yan leaned against the tree trunk. In fact, he had no specific concept of war. After all, he only encountered a group of robbers in the manor before. The combat effectiveness of that group of robbers was not very good. Carl and Albert were not considered strong at the time. slaves can defeat them.

Regarding war, Chi Yan has only seen it in TV dramas and books, but TV dramas, unless people who are particularly more empathetic will be touched by them, ordinary viewers just think-fuck, the scene is big enough, cool enough, not Knowing how much money the crew has invested, this group of extras are really conscientious, and they can put two more chicken legs in the lunch box.

As for the war in the book, it is just a series of numbers, how many people are here, how many people are there, what tactics were used, and how they won.

In short, Chi Yan had no sense of reality.

Chi Yan asked Albert who was standing next to him: "What was it like when you were on the battlefield?"

Albert was asked suddenly, and quickly said respectfully: "Just... that's it, swords are easy to bend."

Chi Yan waved his hand: "I'm not asking about this, I'm asking about the scene."

Albert was even more confused: "The scene? The scene is probably, probably very bloody?"

Chi Yan: "..."

Albert: "..."

Chi Yan: "Are there many dead? Will there be prisoners of war?"

Albert said in a daze, "Many people died, but there are no prisoners of war."

Prisoners of war are generally only available when the two countries are at war. What kind of prisoners of war do two cities need?If you lock them up and waste the food, and if you let them go, you have to turn around and beat them back. It's better to kill them directly, saving food and trouble.

Of course, those who escaped from the battlefield do not count.

On the other hand, many people escaped from the losing side, and generally no prisoners of war were killed.

Chi Yan thought for a while: "Then don't kill those who are willing to surrender. When we counterattack Otley, those people will also be fighting power and labor force."

Chi Yan is no longer as naive as when he first came here.

But he still hopes to keep some kindness and give others a way out.

Of course, this goodwill and way of life are all based on the condition that he has the ability to protect himself.

Only when he is invincible can he be a "good guy".

Chi Yan asked Kleist, "What do you think?"

Kleist ate a biscuit, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a big cat eating catnip, enjoying it so much, he looked at Chi Yan and said, "You can decide."

Chi Yan sighed: "Hey! I'm under a lot of pressure, please give me some advice."

Kleist took another biscuit, but this time he didn't eat it himself, but reached out and fed it to Chi Yan.

Looking at the biscuit handed to his mouth, Chi Yan opened his mouth and ate it.

Then I heard Kleist ask, "Is it delicious?"

Chi Yan: "...delicious."

Kleist wiped his fingers with a muslin cloth beside him, and said, "Next time, ask them to put more sugar."

Chi Yan blinked: "Okay."

Kleist pinched Chi Yan's face, satisfied with the feeling of his opponent, and then said slowly: "It's fine not to kill those who surrender, but to save the land to pave the way."

Your Majesty the Demon King, the goodness value is also rising today.