Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"The battle of the mainland to siege and defend the city, the first heavy spell, followed by the city wall."

"The city wall can protect the city, resist magic, station soldiers, and command a high place. The city wall is the core of offense and defense, and the foundation of victory and defeat."

Kant and Hong San sat on the ground.

Hong San said slowly: "Comparing the power of spellcasting between the enemy and us, although elves are better than humans, Valentine has the advantage of being a fortified city. The solid city walls forged with special materials and techniques can prevent magic from shaking. Elf spellcasting troops cannot exert the power to destroy and determine victory."

He used a stick to draw easy-to-understand illustrations and signs on the ground.

"Limited by the strength of the city wall and the obstruction of human mages, the elf mages were unable to destroy and collapse the city wall. The dusk battle group ran long-rangely to this point, and they did not bring heavy siege equipment, so the battle situation turned to the situation that the elf commander did not want to see- All kinds of tricks are useless, you can only attack hard."

"However, even if they attack hard, the elves still have a huge advantage. The soldiers are strong, well equipped, and have high morale. They are a powerful force sweeping the world, and Valentine's defenders are only third-rate troops, even if Mayor Nick already has We have prepared and recruited a lot of talented people, and it is difficult to close the gap."

He said this, and paused for a while, after all, Mayor Nick was not just recruiting "talented people".

But the silence only lasted for a moment, and Hong San immediately continued: "For example, in this siege, the elves consumed the magic power of a large number of spellcasters last night, and gave birth to five war puppets. You have seen the hard battle today, elves. The soldiers went straight from the wooden puppets to the top of the city, and wherever they went, they destroyed the dead."

"If it weren't for the fact that the width of the battlefield was too small, the soldiers worked hard to defend their homes, and even if the most elite troops under the mayor arrived to help, then within a quarter of an hour when the wooden puppets approached the city wall, the elves would have completely captured one. The castle head, and based on this, it turned to defense, and the soldiers outside the city were continuously transported to the city wall to start the next offensive."

"In fact, even if they were blocked by a strong force after climbing the city, the elves still had a great advantage. Their military morale was like a rainbow, and Valentine's defenders were brave, but sooner or later their morale collapsed and the casualties were completely wiped out. When I was there, I stayed at the head of the city and paid attention to the casualties, the exchange ratio was terrible."

"So, in fact, when the three wooden puppets were erected on the city wall, Valentine's fall was a foregone conclusion."

Hong San's tone was a little dignified and sluggish, as if he was thinking of the tragic scene when the city was broken. Throughout the ages, war has always been a bad thing: "But no... why is this?"

Kant said shamelessly: "It's because of me."

"That's right." Hong San also echoed shamelessly, "You saved the people in this city."

Although to a certain extent, this is indeed true, but these two Orientals, one does not know what modesty is, the other does not know what is implicit, one dares to speak, and the other dares to brag, the picture is also a bit strange.

Hong San said with a serious face: "Who provided Valentine with a large number of enchanted arrows and spears, so that the city defense army easily defeated the officers' death squad sent by the elves, smashed its rapid defeat of the troops, expanded the The plot of the width of the battlefield?"

"It's you."

"Who repaired the extremely damaged No. 5 trebuchet, returning the firepower advantage in the battlefield area, not only destroying a wooden puppet, but also suppressing the elf projection troops so that they dare not shoot at full force?

"It's you."

"Who did not avoid the arrows and went to the battlefield in person, not only suppressed the elf defense line, but also destroyed the wooden puppets one after another with powerful abilities, drove the strong elf soldiers off the city wall, and regained the advantage of defending the city?"

"It's you."

"Who set up an ambush in advance to make it break into the battlefield at a critical moment, and a few dozen cavalry caused great chaos, making the elf army chaotic and suspicious, and taking advantage of the situation to destroy the last wooden puppet, which greatly frustrated the elves. Morale, so that he hastily withdraw his troops and win?"

"It's you."

Even with Kant's face, he couldn't bear to hear such a serious business tout. He was not humble, and the appearance of the green-skin motorized troops was unexpected.

Kant waved his hand: "This is the last thing, the green skin has nothing to do with me."

Hong San snorted, and then showed a look of disappointment: "Is that so?"

Kande said in a subtle tone: "...My image is already brilliant enough, it doesn't matter if I don't blow this."

"Yes, ah, no!"

Hong San instinctively agreed, then immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about those strange alchemy chariots ridden by those green skins, is it none of your business?"

Kant wondered: "This is a bit complicated to say... What's wrong?"

Hong San showed excitement: "If it doesn't matter, then you'd better hold them in your hands, as well as their tribes... Lord, I've seen them before. The things they ride are terrible!"

"The power comes from some kind of internal change. I'm afraid I won't be tired, and I don't need to rest. The speed is extremely fast, far exceeding that of a beast and a war horse, and it has an incomparable endurance of the latter. The most important thing is that this thing is actually green. Made by a savage and vulgar race like Pi... It must not be too difficult!"

When he said this, he had already half stood up: "This chariot is enough to change the mode of warfare! It will even derive a new form of warfare and matching tactics that maximize mobility, which is no less meaningful than cavalry. Mass charge and mages are used intensively on a large scale! Since there are two-wheeled chariots that can be ridden by one person, they can definitely make four-wheeled vehicles! Carry soldiers, transport supplies, and even install heavy weapons!"

Kant stared blankly at Hong San.

Hong San was speechless, but seeing Kant like this, his tone subconsciously weakened, and he even closed his mouth, changing from a confident speaker to a servant with low eyebrows.

He said weakly: "Master, what I said may not be right... But what if it is true?"

"No, you're right."

Kant's tone was a bit complicated: "I guess it's hard to get those green-skinned things, but it's not difficult to get some similar functions and even more durable ones."

A look of surprise appeared on Hong San's face.

"so…"

Kant looked at the other party and said seriously: "If this kind of war weapon really appears in this world, are you willing to try to rewrite the form of war?"

Earth's experience and models cannot be directly transferred to another world. Without air dominance, no matter how strong it is, it is only a living target of the enemy's air force. What's more, in another world, there is magic in another world, and all wars Forms are built and innovated around magic.

Even if he can run amok on the earth and be like a broken bamboo, when he arrives in another world, if the mage uses a swamp technique, he can immediately make the armored troops dumbfounded... unless there is a mage on his own side.

Or the track or other parts of the tank have been processed by some kind of enchanting method.

Therefore, when the advanced tactics of the earth get to the other world, they need new and improved theories to support and improve to adapt to the situation of the other world... If Kant decides to do this, this problem must be solved first.

Hearing Kant's words, Hong San jumped up in fright and waved his hand: "I'm just talking nonsense. Those who can do this must be a soldier like a saint. Where can I do it..."

Kant stared and said: "What happened to the soldier? The soldier is also a person, not born to know it, but also learned and practiced. Is it natural to fight?"

Hong San said in a low voice: "That is also a peerless talent, like the bright moon in the sky, I am just that little spark."

Kant said annoyed: "How many years ago was your soldier saint?"

Hong San thought for a while: "It's almost two thousand years."

Kant said: "Is it better than you?"

Hong San said without hesitation: "Of course! What am I? All I studied were his military books..."

Kant rolled his eyes at him: "Think about it again! If you let him appear here out of thin air, and you and him each lead the same troops, can you beat him?"

Hong Sangang wanted to say that of course he couldn't beat him, but the next moment, he froze for a moment and lowered his head to think.

He then murmured: "If the soldiers were born in this world, I am afraid that they would only use the ancient method to set up camps, and they do not understand the wonderful use of cavalry, nor do they understand the use of equipment, transport and placement, so the two armies will fight immediately, I am afraid I will be killed and defeated, but with his unparalleled talent and intelligence, he will definitely quickly understand the subtleties of today's military strategy, and within three months at most, I will only have to throw away my armor and look at the wind and flee..."

"I have reservations about the last sentence."

Kant said: "But what I said above is good. We respect the ancient sages, not because their art industry is so amazing that it is difficult for future generations to surpass them, but they still forge ahead and carry forward in a more ignorant and primitive environment. One vein, to open up mountains for future generations, the contemporary physicians must be stronger than the former physicians, and the contemporary craftsmen must be stronger than the former craftsmen, but this is not how powerful we are, it is only the accumulation of experience and inheritance from generation to generation, it is just the ancient sages with peerless talents Born in an earlier and worse time."

He stretched out his hand and pressed Hong San's shoulder, and said seriously: "Why do you look down on yourself? How do you know that you are not a sage in the eyes of later generations? The saint of soldiers is also a human being, just like you, his military book, his genre, and his wisdom are also It is by no means a gift from heaven, but also through accumulation, learning and summarization, and sanctification by writing books."

Hong San murmured, "Is that so?"

Kant said firmly: "Of course."

Hong San looked at Kant, his eyes changed and his lips trembled.

But the next moment, he squatted back on the ground again, holding his head: "No, no, no, I can't imagine a person like me being enshrined in a martial arts temple..."

Kant jumped up and slapped his head: "Would you like me to let the greenskins build a martial arts temple with big dung, and make a dung sculpture for you, in which to pray and worship every day?"

Hong San paled in shock: "Huh?"

Kant said fiercely: "If you don't enter the martial arts temple, just wait to enter the **** temple!"

As soon as the words fell, the other side roared: "Dajiba! Do you have any use for me?"

Kant and Hong San were both shocked when they heard the words. They looked at each other, no matter how far away, whether Green Skin could hear them, they just talked in Chinese or Aurora.

After all, it is a native language, which is easier to express.

How did the greenskin hear that?

Kant turned his head and asked in Chinese, "Can you understand me?"

The green skin in the distance scratched his face: "What is Dajiba saying? I don't understand, I'm not happy, I don't understand Dajiba's words, and I want to understand..."

Kant heard the words and immediately switched to the foreign language: "Okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Given that Iron Son was suddenly mastered in a foreign language by the orcs during the communication with the greenskins, there is still a chance that the orcs will suddenly learn Chinese... Considering that the activation of this ability has always been messy, or Don't let it be better.

Otherwise, these five big and three thick green skins open their mouths and say something like "Aramonin, Nong knows how to cut"...

So **** creepy.

But how do you say "big tech tyrant" in Shanghai dialect, I'm a little concerned...

This thought just passed by in a flash, he glanced at Hong San, then smiled and said to Green Skin: "I heard that you like to build some statues with big dung?"

Hearing this, Green Skin said excitedly: "Yes, yes! We are very rare! Dajiba, we have all thought about it, and we will make you a super super waaaagh statue! No! Do a lot of them! "

With a puff, the smirk came from Hong San next to him.

Kant's face went black in an instant - you **** meant to do this!

He said sharply, "No way!"

He was stunned for a moment, and then he looked like a child who was ordered to stop his favorite game, showing an aggrieved look. It didn't even dare to protest, and was not willing to give up. He whispered softly, "Why..."

Kant showed the face of an unreasonable adult: "In short, it's not good! Use big dung as a statue! It's not good! I don't like it! It's a bad civilization!"

He was even more aggrieved when he cut the sky, and even the emotions that were visible to the naked eye were depressed, and even the green skins around him who were drinking too much put down their food and wine one by one, and their faces were depressed.

—How much do these guys like to make statues out of shit!

Green Skin took a peek at Kant and whispered: "But we really want to make the appearance of Dajiba. If we can see Dajiba every day, we will be happy, even happier than fighting!"

Kant thought for a while and said, "Do you make statues like you? That's not me at all! Why don't I take a picture of myself, print a huge picture, frame it, get one hundred and eighty pictures, and you can take them back. Hang it anywhere so I can keep an eye on you all the time - okay?"

The orcs didn't know what the photo was. Kant immediately took out his mobile phone and retrieved from the photo album a very hilarious selfie when he first put on the suit of armor borrowed from the Goode family - it was very boring at the time, even A background was given to p, which looked very dignified: "This is it."

Chopping the sky trotted over to take a look, nodded and said: "This is good! But not good enough! Not domineering enough! Not brutal enough! Not strong enough! It needs to be more waaaagh! Even bigger!"

Kant patted his chest and said, "No problem!"

It’s just about P pictures. It’s great to find a more expensive studio to shoot a few sets, and then find them in an online store to print and mount them. It’s nothing more than being treated as a middle school disease and a narcissist.

Compared to the world-class ultimate stinky play where the statue is covered with green skin, that little problem is nothing at all...

The greenskins were happy again, and Kant immediately glanced at Hong San with malicious intent, and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to do this."

After hearing the words, he was excited again: "Really?"

"Really...but you can't be mine!" Kant said, "you can be someone else's! For example, if someone makes me unhappy, you make a lot of statues of this person, and every day you scold him for not having a good death, and giving birth to a son without **** eyes. , the next day it becomes a female and grows [beep-] children and the like, and even builds a temple to make the idiots I don't like in it, and sprays **** and pee on them every day... Then take a photo and copy it Countless copies were printed, sent back to the human world, and scattered everywhere."

- How should I put it, he doesn't expect the green-skinned I-thinking power to be able to achieve this level. It is definitely not realistic that a group of green-skinned thoughts can turn a person into a mother or directly curse them to death. An obvious example, he Kant is infinitely worshipped by these orcs, and thinks that the big tech is super awesome, but Kant has not been sanctified in the flesh, and has not even been strengthened out of thin air.

But what if... it's useful?

Think about it, then the temple is enshrined with the emperor, the elf queen, etc. Kant's opponent's **** sculpture, whether it is useful or not, a large number of photos are sent back to the civilized world, and this person's reputation blow is completely devastating— Being scolded by orcs like shit, what a shame.

You see, even people like Hong San turned green with fright.

This guy also cares about things.

Sending the greenskins back to continue eating and drinking, Kant smiled and looked at Hong San: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a devil after all, I won't let them scold you..."

- In other words, only let them give me statues!

Not to mention how saddened Hong San's eyes were.

Kant patted him on the shoulder and said pleasantly: "If you don't want this, just be obedient and give you a homework first. If there are a lot of green-skin alchemy chariots that can even be ridden by green-skins, right now Can the situation of the war play a big role? Let’s try it out.”

Hong San's eyes were sorrowful like a little daughter-in-law.

Kant beckoned: "Come on, continue to talk, what should I do to defend the city?"

Hong San's tone was mournful, and he looked like he was unlovable: "Since you have a way to destroy the wooden puppet, the elves can either use tricks or still attack, but they must win by quantity, so that you can't be destroyed, the wooden puppet is used Nope, but small ladder trucks and siege machines can still be made..."

Kant asked, "And then what?"

Hong San sighed: "No matter the tricks, we can only defend the opponent's strong attack. There is no other way. The quality of the soldiers is limited, so we can only start with sharp weapons, such as the enchanted arrow you made yesterday, or..."

Kant glanced at the tool man who finally returned, and affirmed in his tone: "There are better weapons."

Hong San asked, "What?"

Just when Kant was about to speak, he suddenly heard a loud bang, like a thunderclap, and the two turned back subconsciously.

All I saw was a green skin sitting on the ground, holding a thick pipe in his hand, the remaining sparks fell, and there was a faint black smoke coming out of the pipe...

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PS1: Five thousand words! The main reason is that I wrote too much today. If I wrote 4,000 words, it would be earlier... continue to persevere tomorrow! Be sure to go to bed early!

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