The Sun King's Evidence

The city was in chaos, and countless humans from nearby villages poured into the city, making the city very crowded. If the farmers, small landowners, and businessmen with some savings might still be able to find a place to live, those poor tenant serfs were not so lucky. They could only rest on street corners and roadsides, shivering in the cold wind.

In contrast, Earl Albert's messengers continued to shuttle through the city.

"All males over the age of sixteen and under forty-five must go to the Ordnance Department to receive weapons!"

"Your Excellency Albert issued a nationwide call-up order! All men must accept the call-up! Please go to the military camp for training immediately!"

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

At the same time, soldiers continued to gather in various parts of the city and reported to the military camp.

Truckloads of food were shipped out from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life. Both churches opened relief points to specifically provide for the fleeing victims. The priests and paladins of the church were doing their best to maintain order. The priests and priests They are also constantly comforting and persuading these victims, asking them to remain calm and restrained.

Of course, the two major churches have also done little to promote their own doctrines.

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

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

Wearing a black cross skirt with silver buckles and rivets, and black rhinoceros leather high-heeled boots, Teresa walked into the crowd holding a staff. Her voluptuous figure was wrapped in a long brown coat containing camel hair. Among them, the sorceress' face was as cold as ice for thousands of years, and she exuded an aura that kept strangers away. Seeing this, the victims moved out of the way.

Only the trolley was left blocking Teresa's direction. On the trolley, two children, a boy and a girl, were grabbing the black bread and gnawing hard. From their greedy looks, you could tell that they were very hungry.

The sorceress noticed that the black bread in the hands of the victims was the worst quality. These hard things mixed with sawdust and soil constituted their diet. However, many victims were crying and they repeatedly thanked the Church of Justice for their rescue. , many serfs had already begun to run out of food even if they had only been fleeing for two or three days.

This shows the fragility of the small farmer economy in Nord.

The words Ryan told her, "I hope you can treat everyone fairly," lingered in Theresa's ears. The sorceress took a deep breath and said with as pleasant an expression as possible: "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 was shocked when she saw this scene. She rushed over from the side and protected her child behind her: "Your Excellency, 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 walked straight into the Church of Justice.

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

"You are eating black bread for the victims outside, and you are drinking broth and eating white bread here?" Teresa did not answer his words, but sarcastically said.

"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 would like to ask you about something about Ryan..."

Miljordenhaven, military barracks.

People were coming and going in the military camp.

"Sir, this is your thing!" A breastplate and military uniform were thrown in front of the half-grown boy, and then a battle ax that was almost as tall as him.

The boy took the weapon and stared blankly at the tomahawk, which was as tall as him. He had no idea what to do.

An older farmer also took the spear from the soldier's hand. His hair was already gray, his figure was stooped, and he sighed softly.

Ryan stood aside and watched the temporarily recruited militiamen and conscripts receive weapons at the military camp. The coins belonging to Earl Albert were transported out of the lord's warehouse one by one. Soldiers can receive a few silver coins as military pay and several days of rations.

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

The half-elf was standing next to Ryan. As the immediate combat force in the city, he, Fake, Rost and others were all forcibly recruited by the lord. Estelle stood next to Ryan and shook his head: "I can't see how they should be recruited. There is no need to let these people go to the battlefield only to die."

"Grooms, tenants, workers, cooks, they are not soldiers." Ryan shook his head, but he continued: "But we still need them. Our opponent is a barbarian army of more than 4,000 people. We only have 300 standing troops and a few hundred conscripts. …These people are no match for the barbarians in any way, and unlike you elves, our population… is a expendable resource.”

Estelle was speechless. Half-elves had never faced barbarians before. Under the protection of Chaos, the fighting power of barbarians far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Relying on forced conscription, Mjordenhaven raised an army of more than 2,000 people. However, it is still unknown how effective the militiamen can be. Ryan knew that what he could really rely on was the 300-man standing army under Albert's command. , six hundred conscripts, and the church's paladins.

However, in fact, those paladins cannot be counted on, Ryan thought as he watched all the levies gradually forming up among the officers.

The guard chief is dividing all the levies into three parts.

Some of the civilians who failed to change jobs, some of the ordinary-level professionals, and some of the elite-level soldiers were selected separately.

For civilians who have not successfully changed jobs, they have not been strengthened by the talents of professionals. As long as they can transfer to professionals, any human being can receive a normal physical enhancement. Their arms will be stronger and more powerful, and their The physique will be better and more durable, and different professions will also bring specific enhancements to the profession. For example, humans who choose to change their profession to warriors will receive enhanced physical fitness, and humans who choose rangers will receive enhanced agility.

But what about civilians? They have nothing.

An ordinary-level professional can deal with five or six civilians who have failed to change jobs. If there are no special circumstances, there will be no civilians among the soldiers.

Therefore, each of these militiamen was only given one spear. The only thing they had to learn was to use the spear to thrust, and to charge with the spear. As for the effect... it can have as much effect as it can.

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

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

Ordinary level professionals will not be described in detail.

Elite level professionals are completely different.

Every strong person who advances to the elite level will learn a unique talent. After further strengthening their physique and abilities, these strong people can now stand alone, and their bodies have the ability to learn and use unique battles. skills, so anywhere, an army composed of elite professionals is the elite that nobles need to rely on. Three elite elites who cooperate with each other form a group to deal with a platoon (usually 32-48 people) of ordinary soldiers. No problem.

Not to mention anything else, when Ryan was still an elite knight in his youth, the two of them, along with one of his fellow knights, fought off dozens of ordinary bandits, hammering them one by one.

This is the difference in combat effectiveness.

So how do professionals advance?

The three methods are to rely on fighting (killing), relying on practice, and relying on divine grace.

Why does Ryan feel that the paladin is unreliable? It is precisely because the paladin lacks one of the most important things. Advancement through combat. Ordinary paladin advance either by practicing or praying devoutly, relying on the help of the gods. Advanced.

Gods are very happy to grant divine grace to their devout followers, so on the continent, the number of legendary warriors among the paladins is the largest, but this does not mean that they are the strongest.

Because this kind of advancement is very difficult. Take Ryan as an example. As a legendary early-level warrior, he has relied on the baptism of blood and fire for many years and relied on actual combat over and over again. His strength is far stronger. For a normal legendary junior strongman, Ryan alone would have no problem dealing with five or six legendary junior paladins. He could use his war hammer to blast these tin cans one by one.

Yes, the combat effectiveness of the Paladins is so low. Someone once ridiculed them: "Wear the thickest armor and receive the hardest 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 still called Alfred. I hope that my good friend can accumulate more practical experience, which may save his life at a critical moment.

The divine skill of Holy Shield looks very powerful, but in fact it is not very reliable - not all ferocious beasts are as reckless as manticores. For example, Ryan's way to deal with Holy Shield is to fly a kite , these tin cans move slowly and lack long-range attack capabilities. As soon as they activate the Holy Shield spell, Ryan will fight and hide. The ordinary Holy Shield spell lasts up to six seconds, and even the legendary Paladin's Holy Shield spell only lasts at most. Twelve seconds, it is very easy to survive this time.

Moreover, Holy Shield is not invincible in a complete sense. The essence of Holy Shield is a bit like the divine power of a god creating a 360-degree iron box to wrap the paladin in it. It is indeed protected by the powerful divine power of the god. Without the strength of the Holy Domain, the people inside can't 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.

After digressing, Ryan forced himself to focus back on the matter in front of him.

Now there is a problem, that is, even Nord's standing army, their combat effectiveness is still lagging behind that of the barbarians.

The strength of the barbarians lies first in repeated and bloody wars and the selection of the fittest, and secondly in the blessing of the Chaos God. In this case, human soldiers of the same quantity and quality will not be the opponent of the barbarian marauders.

"Even with the addition of these militiamen, the number of defenders is only two thousand. My opinion is that we should rely on the city for defense." The half-elf gave his own opinion: "The city wall can help improve morale and reduce casualties."

"No, Estelle." Ryan shook his head: "Defending the city is the worst of the worst. In fact, in the many wars against the barbarians that I participated in, I did not defend the city many times."

"Why?" The half-elf felt strange.

"Being trapped in the city means low morale, which means that the barbarians can freely obtain supplies from nearby villages and towns. You must know that the barbarians came very suddenly. Many noble families only had time to take away part of their property, and many civilians had not yet had time to retreat to the city. , are we going to close the city gate and watch the barbarians slaughter them all?" Ryan said with hatred.

For the barbarians, they never have to consider the consequences of their actions, and they never have to worry about reputation and morality. All they have to do is bring destruction to the southerners and bring wealth back to the north.

"Deciding to defend the city without doing anything, morale will collapse quickly." Ryan motioned Estelle to look at the militiamen: "By then, without the barbarians attacking the city, these militiamen will collapse."

As he said, the faces of these militiamen were full of numbness, panic and uneasiness.

"Human beings are fragile." Estelle said disdainfully: "We are willing to shed the last drop of our blood for the forest."

"We are also willing to bleed to defend the country! Estelle, please don't compare you elves with us humans." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "Each of you can awaken your professional talents as long as you are thirty-five years old, but we humans What? Less than 40% of the total population of us humans can awaken professional talents!"

Yes, the racial advantage of elves is so great.

"Mr. Lane, Sir Albert hopes that you will go to the Earl's Castle immediately. You have important military information!" A messenger came to Lane and saluted him.

"What happened? What happened?" Ryan had no choice but to say goodbye to Estelle immediately, mounted the pine cone, and rushed to Earl Albert's castle.

Albert's Earl's Castle is located on a small hill in the city of Mjordenhaven. It is equipped with complete defenses and a moat. There are also two cannons on the city wall. During the war preparation period, there are far more soldiers here than at any time. Seeing Lane's arrival, the defenders lowered the drawbridge.

Albert and his two knights were discussing the current military situation in the conference room. Nickle, the walnut knight, had both joy and worry on his face.

"Mr. Lane, there is good news...and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad news first."

Hey, the most useful thing about a militia composed of civilians is to build momentum and wave the flag. It is unrealistic to expect these scum to be effective. Reality is not a game. It does not mean that a team of low-level spearmen can block it. The heavy knight's charge, this does not exist in reality.