Mystery Makes Me Strong

The cavalry captain was very surprised. A guy who was originally stupid, short-sighted, greedy, and smart could become smart, resolute and accurate in just a few breaths.

is it possible?

He thought of the voice just now, it should be the evil god.

As a mercenary, he had naturally heard the legends of evil gods, in taverns, inns, and lovers' places.

It's just that he never took it seriously.

What you see on the battlefield is swords, guns and armor, not some evil god.

However, at this moment, he had to believe that the power of this evil god was too powerful.

He regretted a little bit, maybe he should have agreed just now.

No one at the scene understood better than him the role of a powerful commander on the battlefield.

However, at this time, he could only summon the cavalry according to the order of Lord Jazz.

In fact, the cavalry had already lined up.

They were all hired cavalry, five men, standing under their own horses, wearing clean inlaid armor, inside the leather armor, there were iron pieces inlaid at the key points.

They looked a little panicked.

On the contrary, the horse was quite energetic and showed no signs of fear.

Mercenaries can only fight with the wind.

"Everything is ready, we will escort Lord Jazz to break through in a while." The cavalry captain shouted at his men.

"Ready." The five answered together.

"Very well, waiting for the order."

The captain of the cavalry went to summon the attendants again. The attendants belonged to the lords of the jazz, and it was useless for others to shout except for him and the jazz.

Soon, 20 attendants in leather armor rushed over.

Twenty-six people, these are the only ones in the castle who are capable of fighting and can see blood on the battlefield.

The others just made up their numbers, and they would faint when they saw blood.

And at this moment, he heard the civil officer shouting from the castle.

"My lord has an order to distribute food to everyone. Everyone can come and receive five loaves of dry bread and three pieces of air-dried meat."

The cavalry captain was a little puzzled.

Usually, if you don't give charity and give out food just before the battle, you just count on those weak bones to fight. This master really still doesn't fully understand.

But when he saw the messy scene of receiving food, he soon figured it out.

If the food is not distributed, the opposite side breaks through the castle, as long as 30 people are sent to guard the granary, others can chase after the master who is carrying the soft food.

If it goes on, they will send 300 people to collect the grain head by head.

In the process of harvesting, there will definitely be people killing people.

He knew all too well that when those serfs saw rough bread and air-dried meat, they would eat them desperately.

They won't save it and have nowhere to save it. Only the belly is the best place to store it.

In this case, the master will have time to escape.

As for why he didn't set fire to the food, it was because he was afraid that the other party would be angry and chase him to death.

After thinking about this, he was even more horrified by the power of the evil god.

It is the power of a god to make a person with no common knowledge of the battlefield think of so many things in a short period of time.

Two days later, the lord jazz let the serfs eat and guard the castle, and then he led his men through the back door and slipped away in the middle of the night.

Before leaving, he took away the blacksmith, carpenter, and other handicraftsmen, as well as the arrows that had just been made.

People like Lord Sir appear frequently.

All the old forces of the Middle Ages gathered together and tried their best to protect their original interests.

Food, weapons, sorcery, sacrifices...everything that can be used is used.

The momentum of the Destroyer sweeping everything was finally contained.

After all, they were fighting on the road, and the support that the black tentacles could give them was all in advance, and they could not provide timely support.

However, the power given to them by the evil god is real-time and instantaneous.

Compared with the two, the biggest advantage of the Destroyer is that it can use the destructive factor inside the world.

If this problem is not resolved, it will only make the soup stop boiling, and sooner or later it will still boil.

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Wen Rensheng's wisdom, of course, can see this, and he also has a solution.

This solution has been practiced and is absolutely feasible.

"Xiao Huan, give your guardians another big gift package, a reincarnation gift package, promising that they can be reincarnated with their memories after death, but the reincarnation objects are random." Wen Rensheng said in his mouth.

There are reincarnations in many beliefs, but basically they preach that they will be reincarnated into wealthy families after doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

He also claimed that if he was rich in his previous life, as long as he did good deeds, he would be rich in his future life.

Nobody claims that you will be randomly reincarnated into anyone.

This is not in line with the minds of rich people.

It’s okay to use some money to do good deeds, but if you want to say that I will be reincarnated as a poor ghost in my next life, you will still go as far as you can.

"Oh, is it real or fake?" Xiao Huan asked.

The evil god that the lords of the jazz believed in before was naturally her Lord Klulu.

Counting on the real evil god to protect the world order is overthinking.

They are in the same league as Chaos Omniscience.

"Of course it's fake, just do the same as what the Empress Dowager Lu did before." Wen Rensheng said casually.

Of course he will not give those corrupt nobles real benefits.

Die early is their greatest contribution to the world.

After this trick was used, the jazz gentlemen who received the divine inspiration cheered like a child of more than five hundred months old.

As long as you fight hard and accumulate meritorious service, you can still live in your next life.

Just what does random mean?

When the first earl died in battle and was resurrected on his groom, everyone understood.

Some people will say, if this is done, can it still be the Middle Ages?

why not?

Giving slaves a little welfare and alleviating the contradictions between classes will not change the theme and essence of the world.

And this move hit the nail on the head.

On the one hand, the old men have become kinder and more talkative. They have changed from two meals of porridge to two meals of dry rice every day, their work has been reduced from 16 hours to 10 hours, and they can take two days off in a month.

The other side is to follow those destroyers to pick up swords and guns to kill people. Although they can get the land, they have to pay rent, which is not very comfortable.

Many people's thoughts were immediately extinguished, and everyone still wanted to be on the safe side.

The Destroyers were unable to arouse more rebels, and the momentum was gradually quelled.

And the peasants also found out that the work they did for a year was not as comfortable as those serfs.

At least the serfs were taken care of when they were sick, and they had to spend their own money to see the doctor.

They also have to undertake various kinds of labor.

For a while, the peasants abandoned the desert and fled, and took refuge in the hands of the nobles again.

This is the most typical dedication in the feudal era. In order to avoid hard labor, he took refuge in the powerful family and was willing to become a slave.

The Destroyers reacted quickly.

They immediately reduced the oppression of the peasants, but in this way, their own soldiers and logistics were further reduced.

The two sides can only fall into a stalemate.

However, the aristocrats have the blessing of God, and they can achieve a 1:2 exchange on the battlefield. The Destroyers do not have enough manpower and material resources, and they can only retreat steadily.

After finishing the sample of the Middle Ages, Wen Rensheng turned his attention to other places.