Ride and Cut

Annie poured the bottle of liquid worth at least three hundred gold coins into a bucket of river water to dilute it, and distributed it to the wounded according to the severity of their injuries. Those who are slightly injured will only get the bottom of a cup, while those who are seriously injured will get a big cup full.

It was certainly not the first time for the mercenaries to use holy water. The experienced ones first dusted some on the wounds, and then drank the rest in one go.

The effect was immediate, with a slight white glow as the spell worked. Under the shroud of light, the small wounds are rapidly closing and scarring, and even the most serious ones have stopped bleeding.

Li Cha watched the whole process from the side, almost drooling with envy. If it is said that the help of magic to the army is only limited to destructive power, it is too narrow and unimaginative. The effect of a small crystal bottle is no less than that of a field hospital, except for the high price, it can be said that there are no other disadvantages.

Well... except for the high price...

Annie caught a glimpse of Li Cha's rare and strange appearance from the corner of her eye, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Although the armed guards of this pioneering territory are exceptionally strong, they seem to be as embarrassed in terms of wealth as most pioneering nobles.

The current situation of the caravan is very dangerous, the mercenaries have almost completely lost their combat effectiveness, and the temporary allies are too strong. A little revealing of the background of the firm will help maintain the situation in this situation where the strengths of the two parties are completely asymmetric.

When the situation was good, the mercenaries cheered up a bit, and those with lesser injuries stood up and started to set up tents and bonfires at the foot of the hill, thirty or forty steps away from the wooden building.

They chose the site very carefully, not far from the river bank but not close to the river, to ensure that the water is convenient and the ground will not be too wet. The terrain is flat and the view is wide, and it is just on the leeward side of the hills.

Judging from Li Cha's eyes, apart from the location occupied by the wooden building nearby, the place they picked has the best conditions.

The camping equipment carried by the team is complete and practical, and the workers are all skilled veterans. A standard temporary camp was built in less than half an hour.

Li Cha squatted at the door of the wooden building, eating melon seeds while watching the mercenaries arrange the wounded in an orderly manner. The sense of order made one dare not underestimate it. Turning around again, the group of barbarians under his command seemed to be grabbing something, and they were about to fight.

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

There was a barbarian with a particularly loud voice, Richard recognized him as Russell, and he was the first barbarian to advance to the Great Ax Warrior.

Barbarian soldiers now span the three ranks of Barbarian Spearman, Barbarian Warrior, and Barbarian Greataxe Warrior. Roselle, who is at the highest rank, has an overwhelming strength advantage over the same race who stays in Barbarian Spearman, but there is no status differentiation among the Barbarians.

The improvement of their strength depends entirely on external forces. The difference between the strongest and the weakest is only time and luck, and there is no insurmountable gap at all. Those who are one step ahead have nothing to be proud of, and those who are behind will not be discouraged.

The battle with the Gnoll was the most fruitful after coming to the wilderness, and a lot of weapons and armor were seized. The savages were rummaging around a pile of loot to pick up the ones they liked, and they would quarrel loudly from time to time because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

Roselle snatched a pair of double-edged battle axes, proudly showing off the most fancy skills to his companions. The two heavy battle axes turned into two spirals in his hands, and the whirring sound of breaking through the air was shockingly dull, but it seemed like they had taken root and couldn't fall off no matter what.

In fact, he was not very good at using axes, but after activating the "Sura potion" twice through battles, he inexplicably developed a sense of familiarity with this weapon. Trying it now, it's not an illusion, he really completed the "Tomahawk use from entry to proficiency" in one day!

"Isn't it amazing?" Facing the brothers of the same clan, Roselle smiled heartily.

For some unknown reason, his fellow clansmen suddenly became quiet and gave up half of the loot. Roselle regarded this quietness as envy to himself, and the performance became harder and harder.

"You're so big!" Li Cha kicked him from behind and kicked him like shit, "Is there nothing to do here? Go run around for me!"

The savages immediately scattered in desperation.

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Annie sat cross-legged on the straw mat at the entrance of the tent and adjusted her bowstring. Several mercenary leaders sat respectfully not far away, with a cup of brown tea in front of each of them.

This is a physalis tea that has only become popular in Pompeii in recent years. It is very sour at first taste, but you can feel a rich and strong aroma when you taste it carefully.

They were not far from the wooden building, and what happened there could be seen and heard as soon as they looked up.

"Although I don't know much about martial arts, that ax fighter seems to be very powerful." Annie put down the bowstring, and imitated Roselle's movement of wielding an axe twice.

"It's very powerful." Cyclops' voice was very low, "The high-level skills of lifting weights like light ones are beyond the grasp of ordinary fighters."

After speaking, he lowered his head and took a sip of the tea. He actually didn't like this kind of sour drink, but subconsciously wanted to do something to cover up his shock. Although he doesn't want to admit it, judging from his many years of experience, there may not be any mercenary in the caravan who is a match for this ax warrior.

"But I think his status in the Alpine Fort seems to be very ordinary, and a high-ranking soldier's status is very ordinary." Annie spread her hands, "Is everyone so powerful?"

"It's impossible!" Cyclops didn't seem so confident, as if he wanted to convince himself, he added, "It's against common sense, against common sense."

Annie's delicate brows were frowned, and she seemed dissatisfied with this explanation.

The army has always been the most hierarchical place, and its strength is absolutely proportional to its status, even for relatively loose mercenaries. If the ax warrior is really outstanding, how can he be of ordinary status?

The impromptu tea party in the camp fell into a moment of silence, and finally Annie asked again.

"Where is Sir Richard?"

"Very strong!"

"I saw with my own eyes that he raised his lance and the three pierced wolf men with one arm." Cyclops looked a little excited, and the wound on his neck that had stopped bleeding began to bleed again. "This guy's pure physical strength is probably stronger than some low-ranking giants!"

"Hiss~" There was a sound of gasping for air-conditioning in unison, as if to draw a vacuum in front of them.

"It's unimaginable." Another mercenary leader shook his head while sipping his tea, "If such a warrior puts on three layers of heavy armor and rides his three-blade high iron-eating armadillo, he will be unstoppable on the battlefield."

"This frontier is very powerful."

Annie stared blankly at the wooden building not far away, with some emotion hidden in her eyes.

Thank you brothers for your daily support, hiccup