Ride and Cut

Within a day's journey from Cologne to the north, it belongs to the actual control area of ​​Pompeii. There are large and small human settlements, and all aspects are in good condition.

Moving further north, gradually getting out of the range of the security forces' daily patrols, everything is getting worse. There are countless large and small tribes distributed on this vast land, including humans, as well as alien races such as bear goblins, jackals, or wildlings.

They usually rely on grazing and hunting to make a living, and they would never mind being a robber if given the chance. Perhaps for these tribes in a semi-savage state, there is no difference between robbing pedestrians and hunting elk.

Since the second day, a "little tail" has been falling behind the convoy.

At the beginning, a few wilderness people followed behind the convoy, trying to pick up some leftovers to fill their stomachs. But soon, the size of the little tail snowballed.

Their courage is directly proportional to the number of people. When there are three or five people, they just want to pick up leftovers to eat, and they can startle back with a loud drink. When it swelled to dozens of people, they began to blatantly follow the convoy, and even a blind person could see that the intention was wrong.

The accompanying mercenaries asked the convoy to turn around and return to a safe area to wait for the right time, which is what they usually do in such situations.

But Li Cha rejected their request, and only let the mercenaries and grooms leave to return to Cologne, and he continued to march into the wilderness with fifty barbarians.

The "little tail" hanging behind the team continued to expand, and the number gradually exceeded one hundred. They seem to have decided that the team is the turtle in the urn, and began to blatantly connect back and forth.

This group of robbers obviously came from at least three tribes, and the largest number was the wolf man, which numbered seventy or eighty. He is tall and strong but has chaotic discipline. As a robber, he is beyond the standard, and he is courting death if he faces the regular army.

Followed by a group of big goblins, about twenty people. The physique is generally slightly thinner than the wolf man, but it is said that they are the most disciplined military race among the goblins, and their combat effectiveness may be stronger.

It is a little surprising that this grass-roots team recruited three trolls from nowhere. This three-meter-tall, muscular monster, which is said to have a strong recovery ability, at least looks very imposing.

Even though the personnel composition is so mixed, the robbers managed to dress uniformly—they were all covered in tattered cloth strips of no color, with wooden sticks, bones and rotten iron pieces as weapons, which was a hundred years ahead of the Pompeii Empire. When it comes to the officers and soldiers unanimously.

"Stop and put the wagons in a circle with the cattle in it."

Li Cha decided that this gang of bandits might not grow to such a great extent if they dragged on, it would be safer to wipe them out on the spot.

But as soon as they stopped, the originally active bandit group also stopped, as if they hadn't prepared their minds well.

You don't need to think about it, but once they set off, they will follow up again, maintaining a safe distance. This tactic is useless, but it cannot be said that it is useless.

"Boss, this thing just looks scary." Gunther noticed that Li Cha had been looking at the troll, thinking he was jealous, "We used to kill a few in the snowy field, it didn't take much effort, the meat was smelly but it could Fishing for seals."

"Gunther!"

Li Cha stretched out his hand to support the wooden boards of the carriage, turned over and jumped onto the roof of the carriage, looking down at the group of highland barbarians.

He took out a tight fish skin package from his arms, and when he opened it, it was full of bean-sized brown balls, which wafted out a strong smell of spices.

"Give it to everyone, one for each person."

"What is this?" Gunther took it and stuffed one into his mouth first, the bitter and spicy smell made him grin his teeth.

"A precious oriental elixir called 'Sura Potion'. Eating it can increase your strength, nourish your spirit, and have the magical effect of reborn."

Li Cha stood on the roof of the car shaking his head, like a fake drug salesman.

Gunther held the pill with his mouth half open, neither swallowing nor spitting it up. There are occasional merchants in the snowfields who come to sell drugs, but even the most daring liars dare not boast of such a sea. If it wasn't for the boss who spoke, he would have raised his fist and started beating people.

"Don't worry, it's no good to lie to you." Li Cha tried his best to maintain a serious face.

This sentence helps. The strange-flavored noodles were distributed to every savage, who swallowed them sadly.

Yes, it is noodles.

The main ingredient is the cheapest cooked cassava flour mixed with honey and kneaded into balls, mixed with some cheap and strong spices to bring out some medicinal flavors. The total cost is less than three silver coins. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as seasoned noodles.

The name Shura Potion was derived from knight novels, because it vaguely has some charm of his hometown, so it left a deep impression on him.

The main ingredient of this thing is starch, and its only function is to fill the stomach. As for "increasing strength, cultivating spirit, reborn", it is completely nonsense.

But Li Cha didn't worry about being cheated, not at all, he had a system to wipe his ass.

Since defeating Gunther in the arena, the mount and slash system has received applications from all the barbarians to join the team. It has been put on hold and not dealt with, because even for a race with no brains like barbarians, things like systems are too beyond common sense.

They are all seasoned fighters, and once they get a high boost from the system in a short period of time, they will definitely find something is wrong. After all, no matter how brainless they are, they are not in the army of loyal clones. They will fear, betray, and question unreasonable situations.

From the first day he discovered the riding and hacking system, Li Cha knew that this was definitely a secret that only he could rot in his stomach.

Therefore, he had to be cautious. There has to be a plausible, or at least plausible, source for the action of the system, say—drugs.

If a dumpling looks like potion, tastes like potion, and works like potion when eaten, it is definitely a potion.

After the savages swallowed the dough, Li Cha quickly passed the team application.

agree.

agree.

agree.

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The promotion route for highland barbarian soldiers starts from the lowest level of barbarian militiamen, and goes up to the black ones in order of barbarian hunters, barbarian spearmen, barbarian warriors, giant ax guards, and berserkers. A monotonous route with no lack of potential.

Most of the barbarians are recognized as the third-level barbarian spearman, and Gunther has become a separate hero unit in the system.

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Halson is a hobgoblin officer, commanding about twenty hobgoblin warriors. Although the number of them is small, hobgoblins are a natural military race and are extremely good at war, so they are also a force that cannot be ignored in the wilderness.

To be honest, as a hobgoblin, he doesn't look down on big stupid people like trolls, let alone mobs like gnolls.

Even when it comes to highway robbery or elk hunting, it's always good to have more discipline and brains, and neither of those things are quite present in trolls and gnolls. Rather than calling these crappy guys allies, Halson thinks "tools" is a more appropriate term.

Good use of "tools" is also a hobgoblin's strengths.

Even as stupid as a troll or a gnoll, under the reasonable command of the hobgoblin, it can play a proper role. Once the operation is successful, a large amount of food and steel weapons are foreseeable gains.

He lightly stroked the bronze two-handed long sword in his hand. This is quite a good piece of equipment in the wilderness, but bronze is no match for steel.

The leader of the jackals on one side watched this scene, salivating unnaturally at the corner of his mouth. Halson sneered in his heart—the jackals never knew how to hide their greed, whether it was for the human convoy or for the metal weapons they cherished in their hands.

They will never understand that a greatsword assaulter needs at least five qualified spearmen to cooperate to exert its full power. Such complex tactics are beyond the comprehension of the barren brains of the gnolls. Even if they are given a great sword, they will be useless, but they just want this sword without any concealment.

The scout said that the human convoy had stopped, and Halson immediately asked the gnoll and the troll to stop together.