Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The big guy's strong and powerful hind legs stepped on the ground, and every time he landed, the grassland under his feet trembled slightly. The vast grassland was like an endless ocean, and the withered grass raised layers of waves with the wind.

The sun, like a tomato, hung high in the sky, and the orange-red light sprinkled on the plain, giving the whole land a layer of golden brilliance. The vaguely visible Sotego Ridge was like a sleeping giant snake, quietly guarding this world.

Daquus opened his arms wantonly to welcome the baptism of the wind. The wind came from all directions, blowing across his face and robes. His chest was filled with an uncontrollable heroism and excitement. If it weren't for the elves and red dragons around him, he would even want to shout a few times. The big guy, who felt his emotions, let out a low roar and sped up his running speed. His body, surging with power, was like a galloping arrow, cutting through the air and running forward with a shocking momentum.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the grass flew under his feet.

He could feel his blood boiling at the speed of the gallop, and his soul seemed to merge with the vast land. Freedom, strength, and joy filled his heart. At this moment, he was no longer a cold ruler, but the embodiment of nature, galloping in the boundless world.

However, at this moment of free running, the scene ahead gradually became complicated.

A dense team of labor dispatch appeared beside the national highway in the distance, forming an obvious blockage. The big guy gradually slowed down, and Dakuus also put away his just-made pride, squinted his eyes, and looked at the team marching in front.

Unlike the labor dispatch who had just landed, these old labor dispatch had no expression on their faces, neither sad nor happy, as if they had become accustomed to their situation. They dragged their heavy steps along the national highway step by step, as if they could never get rid of the long and heavy journey and corvee under their feet. When they saw Dacus appear, they did not cry out in surprise, but immediately lowered their heads. No one dared to look in the direction of the prominent person.

Some of the armored Duruchi soldiers were on guard with weapons, some were walking around the carriage, and some were holding long whips to maintain order, ready to whip those labor dispatches who were lagging behind or showing signs of fatigue.

"What a miserable scene?"

Dakuus looked down at all this from a high place, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He knew that these labor dispatches were coolies conscripted under the Mita corvée system, which was full of cruelty, but these labor dispatches had almost no choice but to be forced to work for the interests of the immortals, and such scenes were commonplace in various places in Chapeiuto.

Who made him master violence, and the labor dispatches were just a mob.

The Mita corvée system is a microcosm of the entire Asheril - cold, ruthless, and efficiency first! Labor dispatchers are the gears of the system, driving the war machine of Duruchi.

Now is the time for the Grand Parade, a grand event in which the lord visits a series of vassals to obtain rewards such as money, terror value, favor, control or cultural acceptance.

But the current Grand Parade is neither a royal parade, which is a good opportunity to show the justice, kindness and majesty of the lord to the subjects. It is not a threat parade, a good opportunity to let the vassals recognize their position and show how terrible the monarch is. It is not a tax parade, a good opportunity to remind the vassals of the taxes and obligations owed and to eliminate tax evasion in the territory.

It is just an ordinary parade.

The meeting must be held, which is inevitable, but he is not in a hurry to leave after the meeting. He has not been in Asheril for so long, he must go around and solve some urgent problems.

So, he did not sit on the back of the god Ha, but on the back of the big guy. In addition to him, some Duruchi and Ai Nier and Aslai from Elsing Alvin also followed. In addition to the elves, there were Genevieve and half of the red dragons who had not taken a nap. The large parade team was huge, all of them rode cold lizards, including the red dragons.

He came down from the height and stopped not far away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the labor dispatch at close range. After a moment, he turned his eyes to the centurion not far away. He raised his hand and motioned the centurion to come over.

The centurion had obviously noticed the arrival of Dacus a long time ago. He wandered in the distance, not daring to approach or retreat. After seeing Dacus's actions, his face suddenly changed. With a bit of fear, he hurried over, but his head was always lowered.

"Respected sir." The centurion knelt on the ground and whispered, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was worried that he would be punished for saying the wrong thing.

"I'm not respectful, remember, I'm honorable." Dacus said calmly, but with irresistible majesty, and then asked, "Are you in charge of these people?"

"Yes, honorable sir." The centurion answered immediately, his eyes still fixed on the ground, his fingers clasped on the ground, as if he wanted to suppress the tension in his heart through this action. He hated himself. He wanted to perform well and show his face in front of the kind and generous hand of the witch king, but he just couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.

Dacus looked down, the cold light in his eyes was as sharp as a knife. The centurion in front of him was a typical Duruchi. When facing a powerful superior, the hidden fear and panic were exposed. When facing real power, you will feel uneasy and vulnerable.

"Where are you from?" he asked coldly.

"The fruit-growing area of ​​the province of Chapeuto." The centurion whispered back, with caution and trembling in his voice.

"Take them to Asriel Province to pick cotton?" Darkus said with a hint of indifferent teasing in his tone.

"Yes...yes." The centurion's voice became more and more trembling, for fear of saying something wrong.

"How many people are there?" Darkus asked directly.

The centurion became panicked instantly. He did not answer immediately, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He obviously didn't expect to be asked this kind of question, and he certainly didn't count the number of these workers. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat and no sound came out.

But that didn't happen...he reported the statistics accurately.

"Sir, before the dispatch, I was responsible for a total of 1,333 security guards and 935 available laborers, all of whom were in the team. The remaining 398 people stayed at the gathering place and were supervised by the remaining team."

"stand up."

The centurion who got up from the ground hurriedly straightened his body, trying to calm down his emotions, but he still did not dare to raise his head and look directly at Darkus.

"How many of these 398 people are freshmen?"

"The interception...before departure was...258 people." The centurion became more nervous as the parade approached.

"Are you stressed?"

"No!"

Darkus didn't say anything this time, but nodded.

Ashril's household registration system is a Baojia system, with a maximum of five people in a household. These five people refer to the labor force consisting of two adult men and women and three children. The children will be selected to form a household when they become adults. One tile is set up for every ten households, one armor is set up for every ten tiles, and one guarantee is set up for every ten armors. The card leader is a human being, the armor leader is Druchi's captain, and the security chief is Druchi's centurion.

This is equal to 5*10*10*10=5000. A Druchi centurion team needs to take care of nearly 5,000 labor dispatches, and there may be more than 5,000. Because of the actual situation, a household may have more than five people. In addition to the fixed adult men and women, there may be more than three children as time goes by.

It is a bit too difficult to ask a hundred people to manage five thousand people who are well fed.

Finally, he cut them in half, with five households having one card, five cards and one armor, reducing the number of managers of the Centurion to 2,500. But the security guard managed by the centurion in front of him obviously has not reached the critical value yet.

"Let them set up camp and rest." After thinking for a moment, he pointed at the labor dispatch team that had stopped moving because of the arrival of the large parade and ordered.

He didn't ask the centurion about cultural classes, whether he could write his own name, etc., because a few years ago when he was still in Ashril, he had conducted training for this group of Druch grassroots officers who managed labor dispatch. , you can't survive in this world if you don't pass the test, you can't even count, and you still play with a hammer.

As the centurion hurriedly retreated, Darkus' eyes fell on the labor dispatcher.

"You! Come here!" He jumped off the big guy's back, switched the language system and said to a labor dispatcher in the distance.

The old farmer who was named did not react immediately, but froze on the spot, as if he did not understand what he said.

Seeing that the magic failed, Darkus was about to change the voice pack, but the human being named by him still stood there stupidly, unaware that he had become the center of attention.

At this moment of stalemate, a Druchi soldier with a whip stepped forward quickly, ready to execute Darkus' order. He strode towards the old farmer and stretched out his hand to pull the old farmer over. The moment he made this move, he was ready to turn around and flatter him.

However, at the moment when the soldier's finger touched the old farmer's shoulder, the expression on the old farmer's face instantly became complicated, ranging from confusion and fear to sudden collapse. The corners of his eyes twitched and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was suffering in an instant There was a huge psychological impact, and a series of emotions flashed across his face like lightning.

The soldier's hand stopped in mid-air, and he was stunned, not because of the colorful emotional changes on the old farmer's face, but because he failed to grab the old farmer's shoulders. Just when he was about to exert force, the old farmer's body fell loosely like a pile of sand, completely limp on the ground.

Tears and snot fell silently from the old farmer's face like broken beads. His tearful eyes were wide open, but strangely, he made no sound when he cried, only twitching helplessly, as if he had lost all his life.

This scene left Darkus stunned. He rarely saw such a changeable and natural expression in a short period of time, let alone such an infectious silent crying skill. He even wanted to ask: Dude, you used to be an actor. But soon, he was attracted by the expression of the Druchi soldier. The soldier's face turned red visibly to the naked eye, and the rich expression changes were no less than that of the old farmer who competed with him on the stage.

When he heard the laughter, he no longer looked at the expressions between the soldier and the old farmer, nor did he look at how the soldier dragged the old farmer's body, which seemed to have been hollowed out. Instead, he looked at the old farmer's right ear. The old farmer had an iron ring pierced through his earlobe. Under the iron ring was a wooden sign that was constantly swinging. As he got closer, he could clearly see that the top of the wooden sign was an elven rune, followed by symbols representing numbers. Obviously Wooden signs are used for identification.

"This is fine." This job was done later. He didn't have it when he was in Asheril. He turned around and admired Walter and Dorian who were standing together. Then he turned around and ordered the old farmer who was lifted up like a chicken, "Open the bag and spread it on the ground."

"Where did he get his buttons?"

When the old farmer who was hit by the soldier's elbow began to tremble and take off the long scroll hanging on his shoulder, he saw the buttons on the old farmer's chest that were polished to a shiny finish.

"In exchange, a reward." Walter responded.

Walter's outfit was upgraded with the return of Dacus. In his hand, he leaned on a wolf-head cane from Vlad. On his waist hung a leaf hammer that had been used to open the skulls of many legends, containing the power of destiny and strengthened by Des. On the middle finger of his left hand was a ring that Dacus found on the island of Orbion, a ring that was immune to mental influence.

Dacus nodded and said nothing. Long before, he had formulated a reward system to stimulate the desires of the dispatched workers. There are many caravans that travel on the Kaochen Plain to the settlements of various provinces. The followers of Saria and Rhea in the caravans will treat and deliver the dispatched workers.

In addition, the caravans will bring inferior products of Asheril, such as clothes, coarse salt, bedding, salted fish, dried meat, animal offal, rotten fruits and Chicha wine, to the settlements for the dispatched workers to consume.

The bag or the long scroll is very strange. From a distance, the bag looks like a person being carried on the shoulders of another person and wrapped in a bag, with a knot fixed on the bag. If you see someone throwing a bag on the ground at night when the visibility is not good, you will definitely call the police, because it is too similar to throwing a corpse.

"Good guy." When the bag was opened, Dakuus exclaimed after taking a glance, and this one look made him hungry.

There were no daily necessities such as soap, toothbrushes and face towels in the bag, nor were there any metal lunch boxes. There were only a pair of extremely valuable tattered shoes, a tattered, patched piece of clothing with the bottom extending to the knees, and wooden bowls and spoons.

In addition to these, there were things to eat and use. The most conspicuous thing was the yellowed, bent dried lobster in the middle of the bag, which was 30 centimeters long and could be used as a U-shaped lock if it was harder. When the bag was carried on the shoulder, the dried lobster formed a U shape, which just fit on the shoulder.

Dacus did not say anything strange: Is it so luxurious? Because he knew the specific situation. The dried lobster was taken from the lobster, that is, the Boston lobster.

There is a Liberty Hotel in Boston, but before it became a hotel, it was not free at all, because it was the Boston Prison, and it was later transformed into a hotel. This prison has a peculiar history. In the lobster season, there were occasional huge waves, and the lobsters washed ashore could be piled up to 60 centimeters high, like cockroaches in the sea.

Then, the prisoners in the prison had a good time. That guy ate lobsters every meal. He ate it after the last meal, and he ate it after today. As we all know, eating seafood without oil or water in the stomach is pure torture. It smells fishy, ​​not to mention eating it.

Finally, the prisoners who ate lobsters six days a week couldn't stand it anymore and went on a hunger strike. Finally, the warden made appropriate adjustments, changing it from six days to four days. Not only prisoners, but also poor people are facing the terror of being dominated by lobsters. Workers went on strike to fight against this inhumane behavior. They asked to clearly state in the contract that the number of times they eat lobsters a week must not exceed three times.

This situation occasionally occurs on the coastline of Asheril...

Of course, in a fantasy world, there are not only lobsters washed ashore, but also some weird things, such as Leviathan and magic crabs that have not been corrupted, that is, crabs and lobsters that are so large that they need to mobilize the army and behemoths to deal with them.

Now, not only can the labor dispatch eat delicious seafood, sometimes Ichi's behemoth and the elf warhorse in Rosario Province can also eat ground seafood feed.

In addition to lobsters, there are two huge and tooth-marked dried frog strips. The frogs come from the mangrove coastal jungle and there is nothing to pay attention to. How can frogs be eaten when they are so cute? Later, the frogs will be replaced with white-feathered chickens. He is more concerned about the tooth marks that are scattered and of varying depths. Through these tooth marks, he can imagine how the old farmer in front of him usually treats these two pieces of dried meat.

Three dried hairtails that are almost one meter long, five carrots, two onions, a bundle of wilted spinach, six corn cobs without corn kernels, and eight mangoes of poor quality. In addition to these, there are two glass bottles, a small cloth bag and a corn cob, which is a pipe made of corn cobs. One bottle should be filled with chicha wine, and the other bottle is full of powder. He didn't ask whether it was corn powder or nut powder.

This nut powder is not made from nuts, but from insects, that is, crickets. It is made into bread, cakes, etc. It tastes like nuts and is commonly known as nut powder...

"Okay, I've even started smoking." Dacus teased, and then asked, "Is it better here or before?"

"My lord, it's better here, it's better here." The old farmer, who had recovered from extreme fear, forced a flattering smile, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, and nodded repeatedly in response. His words were eager to please, as if he was worried that he would be punished if he was a little slower.

As soon as these words came out, the elves around him couldn't help but chuckle a few times, with a bit of contempt and ridicule in their laughter.

Dakeus waved his hand to signal the old farmer to step back while laughing, then he squatted down and rubbed the rope used to tie the package. The rope was very thin and rough, not the kind of formal rope. It was obvious that he had rubbed it out for his own use.

Of course, this was enough. Otherwise, he could fill the glass bottle with soil, tie the rope to the bottle mouth, and use it as a long-range weapon. Even if there was no glass bottle, the thick rope could be used as a catapult.

His focus was not on the rope, but on the bag, which would be upgraded to a saddle-type backpack, which could be carried on the back or on the saddle.

The old farmer's bag looked very simple, but after rubbing it a few times, he found that it was waxed canvas, and the craftsmanship was very good. It was a typical industrial product, not made by a spinner with simple tools.

He placed the items one by one in the middle like treasures, and every movement seemed very organized, as if these items belonged to him. Then, he skillfully rolled up the package and tied it tightly with a thin rope. When he did this set of movements, it seemed that he had repeated it countless times before. It was simple and smooth, and it took no effort at all.

After doing this, he carried the package on his right shoulder like carrying a corpse, and his movements were natural and quick. He skillfully passed the two ends of the rope around his body and fixed the package in front of his chest and back. Unlike the usual dead knot, he tied a loose knot at the front of the package that opened with a pull, and the whole set of movements seemed extremely skillful.

After completing all this, he moved his shoulders slightly, confirmed that the package was safe, and began to walk in a small area in front of everyone. The steps were brisk and steady, like a silent display. The red dragons who were eating melons followed him closely, and the elves observed all this with interest. He turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped where he was, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

At this time, Franais handed over the halberd of the gods and the walking barrier. He took the weapons and his temperament suddenly changed, like a veteran soldier who was ready to fight. Holding the halberd and the shield, he began to march under the gaze of everyone. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step he took was firm.

After walking a circle, he stopped suddenly, raised his left shoulder slightly, and with a seemingly casual movement, he shook it lightly, and the buckle at the waist was instantly unfastened. The bag slipped from his shoulder and fell accurately on the ground, making a slight landing sound.

"It's easy to trip." Maranul came over, kicked the backpack on the ground with his foot, and then analyzed. He knew what Dacus was doing, simulating the situation of the Duruchi soldiers encountering a battle while marching with a bag on their backs.

"There is reaction time, unless the scout system fails or encounters special circumstances, a sudden attack from the air?" Dorian, who also understood what Dacus was doing, also analyzed it from a military perspective.

"One is a roll-up bag like this." After returning the halberd shield to Flanais, Dacus pointed to the roll-up bag on the ground and said, then put his hands on his chest and moved his back muscles, as if he was carrying a heavy schoolbag on his back, "The other is a backpack."

"From the perspective of aesthetics, I think a backpack, but we have to consider the situation of wearing armor." Cowell, who knew that the discussion had begun, spoke first.

"What about the use time? Once the seams are opened, they need to be sewn again, and the more times they are sewn, the lower the strength." Talos cut in from another angle.

"If I can choose, I still choose a shoulder bag."

"A roll-up bag, a rope, a piece of cloth, and no stitching. If it is damaged, you only need a new piece of cloth or a new rope, and the rope can be used in many cases, and the maintenance and replacement costs are very low."

Dakus did not say anything or express his opinion, but just listened quietly. As the Hand of the Witch King, he must solve the problem of equipment carrying, and this is related to the system, which requires response and adjustment. Only he can do this job.

The equipment and supplies of the Duruchi army were very diverse before, which involved many military details, such as how to march, how to wear armor, and how to carry supplies. Moreover, each dread lord had his own style and requirements for leading troops, but they were usually placed in baggage vehicles.

In addition, it was based on the actual situation.

The combat environment must be considered first. Ulthuan is a temperate zone, unlike the freezing cold Naggaroth, where you need to wear warm clothes. In other words, when landing in Ulthuan, you can separate warm clothes such as cotton clothes and quilts from the supply materials.

From the perspective of marching methods and supply methods... it seems that you can't set off? There are usually four ways to march, regular marches at normal speeds and itineraries, forced marches at the fastest speed, forced marches, raids, and armored marches... The supply methods are adjusted according to different marching methods.

Moreover, he found that it seemed that he had nothing to do with it. He was not responsible for this. He only needed to do a good job of supply according to the subsequent regulations and standards.

Compared with backpacks, he prefers roll-ups.

No other reason...convenience!

In addition, he feels that he can make a Zeltbahn, which is Dezi's waterproof tent cloth. It is actually a piece of cloth cut into triangles. In his opinion, this thing is good. It can be used as a carrying tool and a raincoat. When camping, you can DIY various tents. In some special situations, it can also serve as a swimming tool.

There are corresponding buttons and buttonholes on the three sides of the cloth, and there is a hood part in the middle. It adopts a multi-layer waterproof design and is closed with buttons. When it rains, you can put the cloth around your neck and use the drawstring to tighten the hood part and the three sides of the cloth, and a raincoat will appear. It is also suitable for various situations. It can be used for riding, walking, even riding a bicycle or a motorcycle. You just need to make corresponding adjustments according to the corresponding situation.

If it is used as a roll bag on weekdays, there is no need to match the tent rope. The rope for tying the roll bag is enough. Of course, there must be tent poles and tent nails, otherwise it is not called a tent. There is no support and no fixation. These accessories are placed in an accessory bag and then placed in the roll bag.

There are many ways to say tents, which can be DIY in various ways, divided into single, double, four, eight, and sixteen.

The oblique sides of two pieces of cloth are put together to form a double tent. The oblique sides of four pieces of cloth are put together to form a pyramid that can accommodate a soldier in a tent. After that, it is similar to putting multiple triangles together to form a place where people can live.

Put the cloths together, roll up the corners, tie the shoulders and the corners of the rolls, and a sling that can carry the wounded appears. Although it is a bit tight, it can be used.

If there are two people, it is simple. Put two pieces of cloth into a parallelogram, put two sticks or spears, then fold the cloth down, put the two oblique sides together and fix them, and a stretcher appears.

Connect the two pieces of cloth along the bottom edge, put a buoyant object inside, roll up the cloth, fix it, and a swimming tool appears.

When not in use, fold the three sides, fold them into a square, fold the two sides, and four becomes two. After that, there is no need to fold or roll it. After all, this is a roll bag, and it does not need to be rolled into a roll.

And no one stipulates that a roll bag can only be rolled with one piece of cloth. Two or more pieces of waterproof cloth can be put in it, and a blanket for sleeping can be put inside. Personal toiletries, sewing tools, spare armor plates, supplies for maintaining armor and weapons, underwear and towels, socks, canned food and accessory bags can all be put in the roll bag.

Before the cotton twill technology appeared, waxed canvas was used as a substitute.

Whitney stayed in Asherel and did not return to Nagaros with the steel smelting equipment. He is now the director of the textile factory in Asherel Province. The cloth he just touched was obviously produced in the textile factory. After a tour of Chapeuto Province, he will go to Asherel Province to pick cotton and visit the textile factory.

Lunch boxes and water bottles are hung on the belt and placed on the back. With a bag of emergency supplies, a hand axe or an engineer shovel, a long-range device such as a spear thrower hung on the right waist, plus armor, weapons and built-in clothing, a set of tools and supplies needed by a single soldier is formed.

Medicines and bandages must be provided. There are warlocks and spells for treatment, but the number of warlocks and the width of the battlefield are there. The probability of encountering a warlock immediately after being injured is very small. Therefore, the treatment should be done, and then the warlock or doctor will be found to treat it. If it is not treated, by the time you see the warlock, the blood will have been drained and everyone will report to Isil.

The hand axe and the engineer shovel can be used as close combat tools when necessary, but they are more often used when setting up camp. To set up camp, you need to cut trees, dig, and set up fences, which requires tools.

The rope across the side waist of the roll bag can be fixed to the belt, which can borrow the waist strength and help long-term marching. At the critical moment, lift the shoulder, the buckle on the side waist will open, the shoulder on the other side will droop, and the roll bag will fall to the ground.

But it is really troublesome to take things. You need to untie the rope and spread the cloth. But when you are not resting, there is nothing to take. You can't pull it into your trouser pocket and change your pants in a hurry. Moreover, it is not impossible to take it. There is a hood in the center of the cloth, so you can roll it up separately without rolling up the blanket and the roll-up bag. Put the items you want to take in the corresponding position and reach in to take it out.

Backpacks and the like, as Cowell said, are a bit of a mental problem when wearing armor. Dacus has experienced the feeling of wearing a backpack like a bear, and more than once, unless there is a plastic elastic buckle.

Of course, there is no rush to decide whether the standard carrying equipment of the Druch Army is a roll-up bag or a backpack of a certain style. He has to ask Whitney first to see the process and production capacity, and then let the equipment use colleges and universities test it. After the test results come out, feedback and optimization will be carried out, and finally he will deploy and adjust. This is a system and a process must be followed. According to the current plan, the number of carrying equipment must be at least two million.

"Could it be..." Drusala, who rarely participated in such discussions, asked a question. When she said this, the people around her stopped arguing and looked at her, as if they were looking at what she had to say. But she was not affected by this atmosphere and continued, "Shouldn't we consider the overall process and implementation effect first? If we can optimize the design and test before we start, then we can better play the effectiveness of the equipment in actual application, right?"

Darkus smiled at his lover with relief. He was actually waiting for this sentence, so that the elves who were discussing and the red dragons who were watching would realize the power and correct use of the system. He had not communicated with Drusala in advance. He originally thought that this sentence would not appear and he needed to say it himself, but he didn't expect...

There was no booing, no laughter in agreement, only thinking.

"Over there! Enemy attack!"

A moment later, while Darkus was comforting the big guy, he suddenly pointed in a direction in the distance and shouted. He didn't see any enemies, he just wanted to test the reaction of the Druchi soldiers responsible for guarding the labor dispatch.

The sound of the horn reverberated, and the Druchi soldiers who had been resting around the carriage reacted instantly. Several soldiers quickly opened the tarpaulin and began to assemble the Reaper ballistae that was still in parts. Their movements were skillful, as if they had been repeated countless times, and every step was clean and neat. The skeleton of the crossbow was quickly spliced, the bowstring was firmly fixed at the upper and lower ends, the mechanical structure made a crisp clicking sound, and the last crossbow arrow was gently placed on the arrow trough.

"Lie down on the ground! Hold your head in your hands!"

The soldiers, with cold light shining in their eyes, quickly drew their whips from their waists and whipped them unceremoniously at the labor dispatch workers who were still dazed.

"Get down! Hold your head with your hands!" Their voices were as sharp as whips, cutting into the air with an irresistible command.

The expressions of the labor dispatch workers changed from confusion to panic. Although they had experienced similar drills more than once, the sudden horn sound this time still caught them off guard. They were eating and chewing just now, but now they were staring blankly at the whips swung by the soldiers. Some of them had not completely closed their mouths, as if their brains were still trying to understand what was happening.

A labor dispatch tried to look around while chewing food. However, the moment he turned his head, a whip shadow fell quickly and hit him accurately on the shoulder.

In an instant, his face twisted in pain, his body bent involuntarily, his hands covering his shoulders, and the mango he was holding tightly fell to the ground. With the help of the whip, he quickly thought of how to deal with this situation. He did not squat down to pick up the mango that was already covered with soil, nor did he stand up to grab the whip from the soldier's hand. Instead, he fell to the ground. Put your head in your hands.

"Everyone get down! Get down! If you don't want to be whipped, move faster!"

A soldier roared, waving the whip in his hand non-stop. The shadow of the whip fell on the slow people with a crackling sound. Each whip made the labor dispatchers tremble violently. Seeing this, the others were so frightened that their legs became weak, and they quickly lay down on the ground, lowering themselves as low as possible. In just a few moments, the messy people on the ground fell to the ground like scarecrows.

Darkus stood not far away, observing this scene coldly.

The originally vigilant Druchi soldiers immediately entered the state after hearing the sound of the horn. Like a sophisticated war machine, they quickly gathered according to their respective positions. Everyone seemed to know their responsibilities, no one asked a question, and no one was in the slightest panic.

Soon, the soldiers arranged a simple and efficient defensive formation around the carriage. Holding shields, they formed a tight defensive wall. The shields were neatly arranged together, like a thick barrier, surrounding the carriages and ballistae, ensuring that any external threat would be difficult to break through.

The ballistae was quietly aiming at the open space in the distance, ready to fire at any time. The entire defensive formation is like a silent beast, waiting for its prey to appear.

This false enemy attack was originally an unexpected test. The purpose was to see the response and coping capabilities of this hundred-man team, and to see if there was any slack in the labor dispatch.

The performance of the soldiers undoubtedly satisfied him. The soldiers' pace and coordination flowed like a whole force, with no unnecessary movements and no waste of time. Every soldier was seamlessly integrated into the operation of this defense like a gear. Within a few minutes, the entire defense system was solid, compact and efficient.

Although all this was a false alarm, the soldiers still maintained their formation meticulously, with tense expressions and their eyes fixed on the open space in the distance, showing caution and calmness as if facing a powerful enemy, as if the next second, there would be Enemies really appear.

"Not bad!" Even though the soldiers' faces looked like they were performing, Darkus still nodded with satisfaction. The soldiers' reaction speed, tacit understanding and organizational ability met or even exceeded his expectations.

An idea from before came to his mind again. Perhaps, after the parade was over, he should have a chat with Dorian. (End of chapter)