Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

December 12th, 4:[-] p.m. Earth time.

The time in another world came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

Charlie Rex has just led an army composed of 120 Sokri mercenaries, more than a dozen Westham town hall officers and [-] security team members, plus several orc volunteers (… ...) Arriving at the west gate of Innatrix, they received the first batch of "prisoners of war" sent by the undead.

Looking at this group of half-fruit men who would cry for help when they saw a living person, Rex couldn't even make an expression, so he could only pretend to be calm and accept them, and then pay the prestige of the territory and the undead as usual The favorite rewards are copper coins——if no rewards are given, these undead are terrible.

"They've already started fighting?" Ken, the mercenary leader, glanced at the thirteen robust lizard horses brought along with the captives, with a question mark on his forehead.

The dozen or so half-fruit men don't look like ordinary people (you can't see a few plump ones among ordinary people), but Ken doesn't quite believe that those people will be serious soldiers... only the lizard horse It must be true that this special military horse mixed with the blood of a monster is not the same thing as a high-end one-horned gray horse. Even middle-class families in the city can't afford it.

The local Tong Wagner stood for a while with a complicated expression, and waited for Rex to send out camping tasks to the undead and send the group of undead with big mouths away, then he said quietly: "The smallest combat unit of the city defense army is cavalry in groups of 50 people. team, and not to leave the camp without orders."

"Of course these guys can't be city defense troops." Ken waved his hands, "Are they private soldiers?"

It is very common for nobles to raise family knights and private soldiers, and they usually have a certain combat effectiveness; it’s just... If most nobles do not have a strong family head, or if they have lived in peace for a long time, then the private soldiers raised by the family must be The first place to rot—otherwise, the mercenary regiments all over the mainland would not have so many noble patrons.

"A hundred years ago, there were still traces of horse bandits roaming about in Nadli. Although the private soldiers of the nobles became more and more embarrassing, they are not so useless now." Wagner struggled and said, "These people should be...children of the nobles."

Ken was stunned for a moment, and then showed a sudden look.

Aristocrats are usually big families, and the main and subsidiary branches add up to hundreds of people.

Although the legendary novels circulated in the market often have plots in which the down-and-out protagonist accidentally wins the favor of a noble lady, and the lady’s family happens to have no heir, so the protagonist rises to a high position and becomes the head of the noble family, but this kind of case will not happen in reality. Not to mention that it is rare for the main branch of a noble family to have only one daughter in a generation. Even if the main branch is really empty, there are still countless children from the side branches eager to get their hands on the line of succession.

In every noble family, there will be a group of young children with a lower order of inheritance. They have silver keys in their mouths since birth and enjoy the convenience brought by their surnames. They can receive a better education than the middle-class children. One step away from real power.

However... the journey to take over the power is very torturous, not to mention that most of them have no chance to touch the power - they are not valued by the family like the main heirs, except for a few who can win the favor of the elders , most people do not get much support from family resources.

Once the person with the highest succession in the same generation takes over the title, they will lose the small special treatment they had when they were "noble reserve"; once the oldest male in the family dies, they will be separated and become A vein in the main branch lives in the shadow of the main branch for the rest of its life.

Ken, the mercenary leader who has been hired by the nobles all year round, has seen many such people. This kind of person always seems to be eager to squander a lifetime of self-willedness while still having the privilege of inheriting the order, like a waste of life.

"...I see. No wonder you can ride a ground lizard horse, no wonder you bump into the hands of the undead." Ken said clearly.

There are so many problems with the undead of Tarantan that it makes people anxious, but at least one thing is certain, these undead will not maliciously attack civilians - during the years when Ken and his mercenaries were forced to serve as mentor NPCs in the exile town, Never seen undead embarrass women who do chores.

"Whoever he is, he is a prisoner if he is captured by the undead." Rex said indifferently, then turned around and called a security officer to come over and take the group of young masters away.

Ken looked shocked.

"I'll go and settle those horses." Wagner nodded to Rex and Ken, and walked away on his own.

Ken: "??"

"We need to build a bigger prisoner camp..." Rex muttered and looked around, walking towards the security team that was camping.

Ken, who stayed where he was, looked at the backs of the two men in a daze.

No... that, after all, he arrested someone from a noble family, so you didn't react at all?

Colonel Ken, who didn't know that an earl's nephew had cleaned up the sewers in Westham, looked bewildered.

Westem's people camped openly outside the west city gate, and the news quickly reached the ears of the Lord's Mansion and the Bartleys family.

"It's so arrogant!"

Adela III was furious at first, and then quickly ordered the steward Gould to transport the last batch of goods out of the city through the north gate.

To protect his own interests, Adela III was able to summon the nobles in the city to discuss matters against the enemy.

Generally speaking, territorial wars between nobles seldom go to the city. In most cases, the two sides agree on a battlefield, and a battle of soldiers and horses is set up at the junction of the territories. The winner takes all, and the loser pays compensation.

During territorial wars, the two sides will not massacre the people in the hostile territory and burn villages—after all, land and people are property, and the loser needs to search for civilians to prepare compensation, and the winner who occupies the new territory automatically becomes the owner of the land and people. There is no reason to destroy one's own property.

Although they will not engage in the Sanguang policy, the nobles are not polite to expropriate the peasants on their territory, and usually generously drive these peasants who have just put down their hoes to the front as cannon fodder—it doesn’t matter how many low-level men die, As long as the women are still there, new citizens can be added soon.

However, the situation is different this time...

One is that Westem was originally a territory within the territory of Innatrix, and there was no border line on both sides. Both sides could send troops at any time, and Charlie Rex deliberately did not give time to conscript civilians. It took only three days to declare war and the army was pulled over—even if Adela III was not in a hurry to transfer property and sent people to recruit civilians after receiving the letter, in just three days, with the mobilization ability of the local rulers of this world, Don't expect to be able to do a good job of organizing civilian husbands.

The second is that Westem's main force is undead who don't need supplies, and the Bartleys family, whose family is richer, can't play the strategy of dragging the opponent to death with logistics supplies...

Even though Adela III tried his best to put on the attitude of "we have a great advantage in this wave, and we can win if we tie A in the past" to the nobles, none of the local nobles' heads were confused, and everyone knew Bart This wave of Rice's house will be over, and in a few days, Inadeli will have to change to a new owner.

Even so, these local aristocrats did not shirk. Each family contributed the private soldiers that had just been recalled to the city, and assembled a patchwork army of 4000 people-the combat effectiveness is definitely not as good as the city defense army that has been trained for a long time. But at least it is better than the auxiliary soldiers who use civilian husbands to make up the numbers.

While the city gate was in full swing to prepare for the battle, outside the city, as the temporary teleportation (summoning) formation was completed, Yang Qiu released the pre-battle missions to online players as planned.

The pre-mission on the battlefield is not the official start of the battle. Among the online players, those who farm monsters in a group or stay alone just glance at the information bar and continue to do their own things, but there are also many players who have nothing to do or have not found a team. come over.

In the Westham Camp, which was camped in the open space west of the mule and horse market, there were exclamations one after another:

"What an awesome city wall!"

"The battlefield scenery this time is amazing!"

"Is the city wall really modeled or textured? Can you climb up and take a screenshot?"

"I don't know, go and have a look?"

A group of players who saw a big city (city wall) for the first time looked around in novelty. Someone found an NPC wearing a helmet on the city wall peeking quietly, and excitedly jumped up and said hello: "Hey! This way! Look this way!"

The city gate soldiers shrank back in fear.

"It's not a sticker, it's a real city wall!"

Except for a small number of players who were thinking about the pre-missions on the battlefield and honestly went to do the chores of setting up camp, most of the players instantly forgot that they were teleported to do the task, and ran to the city wall cheering; some surrounded the unique "Magic Movie" The city gates are touching, and some of them really tried to climb the smooth outer wall of the city...and failed.

In the camp, Wagner & Ken, who were waiting to send out the mission, watched the gang of undead make a fuss with a blank expression.

Just get used to it... When they find out that there is nothing to do but do "tasks", they will be honest.

"Hey! There are people here! There are living NPCs! There are new scenes!"

Some players who discovered the new continent ran back quickly and shouted at the large team of players in surprise.

The group of people surrounding the city gate rushed over quickly...

Wagner & Ken watched the backs of the undead running to the east, and Qiqi looked back at Yang Qiu who was as stable as Mount Tai in the tent.

"They will come back when they are crazy and tired." Yang Qiu waved his hands indifferently.

Wagner wanted to say that there was a slum with a very complicated environment... Then he thought about the infinite resurrection vitality of the undead that was more terrifying than Xiaoqiang, so he shut his mouth wisely.

John, a resident of the slums, has not been looking for odd jobs in the city for the past two days.

During a certain conversation, he learned from those who called themselves "mobile mills" that they would stay here for at least a week, so the nimble John invited his friends, borrowed two rickshaws, and started grinding flour for others. Jobs - Go to the worker's residential area in Beicheng District to find workers' families who have to work during the day and have no time to go out of the city to grind flour by themselves, and take the wheat and corn out of the city for them to grind and send them back to earn errand fees.

Today, before dawn, John woke up all his friends, dragged a manpower flatbed truck into the city to collect the wheat and corn to be milled, filled two flatbed trucks and pulled them out of the city. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon .

"Fortunately, I heard the news that the west city gate was closed at noon, so we didn't go through that way, otherwise we would have to go around a long way."

Several young people pulled a flatbed cart full of various bags through the narrow alleys of the slums. John glanced at the sky and said to his companions with lingering fear: "If you can't send all the flour back before dark , It will be very difficult for us to receive business tomorrow.”

"Yeah, maybe I have to stay in the city overnight. The weather is very cold at night." Tommy, a workshop apprentice who asked for leave to earn extra money, said fearfully.

They must be reluctant to pay for a hotel, and if they can't get out of town in time, they can only spend one night on the street.

They can receive one copper coin for running errands for grinding ten catties of flour, and several thousand catties of goods filled with two rickshaws can earn them hundreds of copper coins. This money gave the four young people unlimited strength, even They didn't eat anything all day, and they worked hard to drag the flatbed very fast.

When they struggled to pull the rickshaw out of the alley... John and his friend Tommy, who were walking in front, froze in place at the same time.

The west platform of the slum area they are very familiar with is full of undead!