"Captain, there is a situation!"
Soon after, the sound of warning sounded on the grassland not far from Keri Village.
The scout who spoke raised his arm and made a gesture of "stop moving forward". The other six teammates behind him immediately pulled the reins when they saw this, and their movements were uniform.
In the distance, there is a figure riding a horse galloping towards this side.
The scout who made the sound immediately looked at Captain Ruger, who raised his hand and silently issued a reconnaissance order with tactical gestures. The scout who received the order immediately picked up the short bow on the side of the saddle, and drove the horse forward.
In the rear, Luge and the others silently picked up the short bow and set up the arrows. Looking at the galloping figure in the distance, they have already begun to calculate the angle to be thrown in their hearts—this kind of skillful posture of preparing for battle has already gone through countless times. Therefore, when they really encountered a situation at this time, there was no panic and panic on the faces of the scouts, only the same calmness and composure.
Not long after, the scouts in front confirmed the identity of the person who came—the guy running desperately in front of him turned out to be Hank, the scout captain of Cree Village.
When he learned this information, Ruger's brows were deeply frowned. He watched Captain Hank approaching him with a pale face, and felt that the tension and panic on the other side's face did not weaken at all, but became more anxious.
Something big happened.
This was Ruger's first instinct.
"Hurry up and report the news! Cree Village was attacked! It's a beast. Orc wolf cavalry! Many—a lot of wolf cavalry!"
The panic in his heart stuttered his words. When he glanced at the scouts of Nolan Village, Hanke thought that the other party would show the same panic expression as himself, but after repeating the words in his mouth several times in a row, he was a little dazed. It turns out... these scouts didn't even have any extra responses.
He swallowed, opened his mouth, and wanted to continue emphasizing what happened to him, but only saw the captain named Luge in the front raise his hand to stop his words, and asked in a cold tone: "When? How many enemies are there?"
Such a tone made Hank feel like the other party was asking him "how old are you" and "did you eat today?" There was no extra emotion at all, as if it was a complete "routine" - he was feeling unbelievable, and at the same time he was a little out of breath shouted at Luger, "Don't you understand me? Damn it! That's a Wolfrider! My God. Don't you know what a Wolfrider is? Their Wargs—"
"I know it's the wolf cavalry."
Ruger frowned tightly and interrupted his words again. This veteran has never been in a bad temper, especially when he sees this kind of frightened softie. So when he asked the second question, his tone was already undisguised, revealing cruelty and impatience—
"I'm fucking asking you when you were attacked and the number of enemies, don't you understand?"
"What right do you have to ask me that? I mean—"
Hank was slightly irritated by the other party's words. It was one thing to be afraid of wolf cavalry, but it was another thing to be scolded by Ruger, who was also the scout captain. It's just that Hank didn't finish the words he wanted to refute, so he stared wide-eyed and saw that Luge directly opened the bow and arrow in front of him, aiming the arrow at his head—"I...I mean...in the middle Hours. No! Twenty minutes ago, there should have been thirty, maybe thirty-five. They burned the village and have... gone."
Luge put down his bow and arrow with a blank expression, replied casually, "Got it", and then turned his head to arrange his subordinates: "Cole, go back immediately, report our current location to Rody, and tell all the news that this guy said just now." say clearly."
"The rest of you, follow me, remember all the routes, return to Nolan Village in batches and report my location. Wolf cavalry can't make a long-range raid, they must have a camp nearby, so we can definitely catch up before sunset Those guys, as for how to deal with them, I'll wait for Captain Roddy's order."
After arranging the tasks extremely efficiently, Ruger waved his hand and signaled for a scout's horse to exchange with Captain Hank. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Captain Hank and said, "Where did the orcs come from? Take me there now." .”
"You...are you crazy? That's more than thirty wolf cavalry! No—Okay, I understand, I'll take you away, I'll take you away!—You are all fucking lunatics. Why did I meet To a bunch of lunatics."
Captain Hank's second rebuttal came to an abrupt end when Lugra opened his short bow. He cursed in a low voice, but there was a strange illusion in his heart that he was "just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den" for no reason, and his eyes swept back and forth. All around, he even came up with the absurd idea that "these scouts are orcs in disguise"!
However, Ruger didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense, and immediately moved towards the direction Hank pointed, and the team instantly accelerated and galloped away.
And after being forced to run for a certain distance, Captain Hank gradually noticed the difference in this team—
The military horses of these scouts from Nuolan Village are far taller than those I rode before, and their coat colors are all good breeds. The armor on the scouts is obviously better than one grade, and after a few minutes of the team rushing out, they spread out on both sides. The soldiers running at a high speed kept a similar distance all the time, each with excellent riding skills and firm expressions...
This feeling brought an overwhelming pressure to Captain Hank, as if the guys around him were two types of people in a completely different world from him—
Could it be... aren't they the scouts of the Luciferon family
Could it be... are they going to hunt down the wolf cavalry
God, what am I doing wrong? Is this a fucking nightmare
…
“…So, your job is not to tell them what to do, how to do it, but to give them a belief that – 'I can do it!'”
"This is a psychological suggestion. A few words usually sound like simple encouragement, but if you keep saying it, no matter who you are, it will be affected. This kind of encouragement is very important. Don't take it as a child's play, but be cautious. , Don’t hit their self-confidence.”
In Nolan Village, the scouts who were conducting a group raid drill were sweating profusely, while Rody, who was not far away, was talking to Carter about something that didn't seem to have much to do with the battle—the latter was trying to digest Thinking about what Luo Di had instilled, he thought for a long time and asked back: "I have written down the general content... that is, when I went to encourage them, what should they call my job? I can't always remember... what?" Committee?"
"Political commissar, remember... called political commissar."
Roddy replied with a serious face.
"Okay, okay, remember... I will be the political commissar of Carter from now on, hehe." Carter scratched his head. He never thought that he would take such a position because of his "eloquence"—although it sounds like It is very simple to do, but it is obviously a very important job in Luo Di's mouth.
"Don't smirk, remember what you want to emphasize. Obedience to orders comes first. Well, the training over there is almost over, you go and encourage them—Aunt Susan has prepared ale over there, and each person takes a glass to quench their thirst. .”
"yes!"
Carter went over to chat with the tired and sweaty scouts. Roddy sat here, and he could hear "good job" and "this time the speed is faster" from a distance. ", "Your shot is very accurate" and other words, after a while, it is the sound of toasting and drinking.
Roddy smiled, "political commissar" has a lot of influence on the army. In my impression, the political commissar's function of "boosting morale" is not mentioned for the time being. The most important purpose is to instill in soldiers the awareness of "obedience to orders"-who do they obey? Naturally, it wasn't the Luciferon family who were hundreds of miles away, but the ambitious scout captain himself.
Only by holding the team firmly in hand can the order be executed efficiently, so that Rody can carry out the next plan with peace of mind.
He has already planned his combat arrangements for the next two months. In short, he is waiting for the rainy season in July to go to the Beastman Kingdom to earn some "extra money", so that his level will soar and at the same time disrupt the opponent's domestic situation.
These things are a bit nonsense to anyone, but Rody naturally won't mess around—the information posts he saw on the forum can be used as strategic information at this time, thinking about the painstaking efforts that he, an otaku, once made It was really not in vain.
Thinking about the preparations to be made in his heart, he twirled the few Ming Dy arrows he had just made in his hand, and when comparing the circle, center of gravity and wind direction, he began to miss the arrows he used when he was level 59.
Ordinary people may not have the concept, but for people who really use bows, the impact of "arrows" on accuracy is much greater than that of bows-so all the arrows used by high-level rangers are basically wood elves, who have paranoid perfection. Processed with the help of the socialist race, their arrows are highly consistent and have very little error, but the only disadvantage is that they are "expensive"!
Roddy sometimes has to say that these guys are "luxury goods manufacturers", but when he mentions "Wood Elves", he can't help but think of an opportunity to "make a fortune".
Rody remembered that these wood elves were originally isolated in the forest, and the villages were gradually opened to humans after the server was launched. At that time, the wine brewed by the wood elves became a hot item among the nobles to show off their status because of their abnormal sales. In the first half of 590, many players made a lot of money just running back and forth in Jingyu Forest as second-hand dealers. Later, when the price stabilized, a lucky player actually obtained the wine-making formula from a series of quests, which sold for a sky-high price. It made Roddy envious for a long time. The guild that bought the formula with a lot of money earned an unimaginable amount of money in the first year of the game, and became one of the veteran guilds that has always stood firm in the later period.
"If you can get involved with the wood elves, even if you can't get the formula, you can get some fruit wine to sell first, which will solve your urgent need..."
Rody was talking to himself, and when he saw Carter and the scouts resting in the awning, he remembered that Ruger and the others seemed to be returning a bit late.
"That Luger guy, I guess he ran ten laps today."
Some scouts jokingly said that Carter next to him took a sip of ale, looked towards Roddy, and said, "Captain! Didn't that Soderol come here today? Do you want me to talk to Uncle John and let him come?" He slaughtered a sheep?"
Rody raised his eyebrows, and then remembered that there was a letter about this matter a few days ago, nodded and said: "Go and notify now, I hope there is still time."
Suo Deluoer wants to bring the scouts from Finks Village to "depart" and needs to go through procedures, do ideological work, etc. It takes about a month to finish the messy things. A letter was sent a week ago, saying that it will be done today. Arriving with the soldiers, Rody didn't take it too seriously. If Carter hadn't reminded him, he probably would have forgotten about it. Just as he was thinking about how many people he would bring to meet Soderol, the sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance made him turn his head.
The scout sent back by Luge rushed into Nolan Village, and loudly reported to him everything that happened before. Rody listened with a serious face, and then looked to the horizon...the black smoke from the combustion chamber of Cree Village in the distance , making him slightly clenched the Ming Dy arrow in his hand.
"These grandsons... actually started doing it now..."