Ride and Cut

"Cook, hurry up and set up a table for my master to satisfy my hunger. It's too cold to eat on the road." Li Cha pinched his belly, he must have lost weight.

Before he left, he thought that there was some secret waiting for him to unravel, but when he came excitedly, he saw that it was not the case at all.

It's a very simple and no-mystery building like a small aristocrat's armory. The structure is so simple that you can see the head at a glance, and there are not many things inside.

There is no essential difference from the arsenal of the Alpine Fort, at most it is buried underground for thousands of years.

Originally, the sun had never been seen, but because of the luck of the aborigines, a heavy rain collapsed the rammed earth that had lasted for a long time, and the ruins were exposed.

With the poor historical knowledge of the lord, it can only be seen that it is a product of the era of Nero's rebellion. At that time, human beings were at the point of transition from unity to division, and the reflection in artistic creation was that the mixed styles were particularly obvious, and anyone with a little common sense could see it.

Just this stupefied a group of aboriginals who had never seen the world for a while. For them, it was unimaginable to push the date back to three thousand years ago.

"Where did the rabbitman go?" Only Richard and the centaur rangers came back. Buckland searched and searched but did not see the vassals who set off together.

"It's still there. I think there's a beautiful mural on the wall. Let them find a way to chisel it down and hang it in the hall to decorate the facade." Li Cha said as he walked into the room.

"Aren't you afraid that something will happen to them if they stay there?" Buckland chased after him with his clumsy body.

"What could be the matter." Li Cha said indifferently, "I told them to run away if the situation is wrong, and who would attack the rabbitman if they are idle?"

"Tsk, yes."

In the rules of the wilderness, these vassals who are only good at production but not fighting will be regarded as a kind of "property", and property is of course relatively less vulnerable to attack.

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Hendra Gunawin sat on the broad and flat back of a land-running griffin, wearing a full-body armor inlaid with gold and silver. His spear and sword were hung on both sides of the saddle. He looked straight but stared blankly at the horizon where the sky and the earth meet in the distance.

Landrun Gryphon is a hybrid descendant of Griffon and Man-eating Lion. It can't fly in the sky but still has good strength.

The mirror-like Miso plate armor is inlaid with many broken rubies, which are connected to each other to form a specific geometric shape, alternating light and dark like breathing.

Anyone who has eyes can see that these are treasures of great value.

Hendra is from the Kingdom of Stuart in the east of Pompeii. This country is one of the three most powerful countries in mankind, and its overall national strength is slightly weaker than that of San Jose and comparable to Pompeii.

As the grandson of the Marshal of the Empire, he still has one-eighth of the royal blood flowing through him, so he is a real son of a famous family. Labels such as "good family background", "noble birth", "great future" are naturally prepared for this kind of people.

Unfortunately, things are not that simple at all.

After joining the imperial guards with several older brothers, only Hendra himself was sent to the border where nothing shit happened, and he was quickly promoted to the head of the "Brown Bear Roaring" Legion in just a few years.

The naming of the Legion of the Kingdom of Stuart followed strict and insurmountable rules, and an insider could tell a lot just by looking at the name.

The first-line elite regiments are all named after natural disasters. Experts like "Wrath of the Storm" or "Earth Tremor" can tell at a glance that they are either the Royal Forest Army of the Royal City or the top treasures of the major military regions. It is better not to provoke them easily.

The second-line regular legion uses the names of various powerful monsters, such as "Wrestle with the Dragon", "Griffin Ambition", and "Eagle Strong Wall". They are the mainstay of the imperial army, and they are not bad in all aspects.

And those named after ordinary beasts like brown bears, whether it is lions, tigers, wild boars or elephants, are all the worst third-line local defense corps. They only undertake the tasks of suppressing bandits and public security.

A full-staffed legion should have about 4,000 people under its jurisdiction, and half of this kind of garrison legion is full-staffed, which is regarded as the merit of the ancestors.

The army is a place that is very particular about factions and ranks. The exchange between the elite legion and the regular legion is relatively frequent, but once it is labeled as a garrison legion, it is tantamount to exile, and it is almost a pipe dream to be accepted by the mainstream.

From the day Hendra took over the scepter of the legion commander, he knew that he was abandoned by the family.

The reality is cruel, and the family needs some people to stay in mediocre positions for a lifetime, so that resources can be concentrated on more promising people. Hendra once thought that he certainly belonged to the promising category, but the reality responded to him with a loud and powerful slap in the face.

If nothing else, the 27-year-old Mr. Hendra will not have any further chances for promotion. Now this position is higher than all his peers in the family, but then he will spend his whole life slowly witnessing how others gradually catch up, equal to him, slightly better, and finally climb to the unattainable prominent position.

But Hendra is not someone who gives up so easily. Judging from his knowledge and wisdom, the garrison is by no means hopeless.

For example, actively train soldiers and enhance the strength of their subordinates. Once there is a war in the future, if you lead the army to make meritorious service, the garrison will have a chance to be re-declared the flag.

At that time, Hendra, the head of the grass chicken army, would also fly to the branches and become a giant dragon, becoming a rising star in the military.

There are successful precedents for this route, and it also has a basis in reality—the border between Stuart and Pompeii has been very tense in recent years, and no one can tell when war will break out.

The only problem is that it takes a lot to do it: good soldiers, good equipment, and plenty of supplies. If further induction, you can also draw a more concise conclusion - money.

His plan required a lot of money to pave the way.

It's just that the Minister of Finance will not pay attention to these ideas. Of course, the military expenditure allocated does not include additional expenses, and Hendra has to pay for it himself. As a serious son, he can get a sum of money from the family every month, but it is not enough.

The seemingly decent and glamorous Lord Hendra was actually short of money, and even once thought about selling this precious enchanted armor on his body to raise money, but he couldn't make up his mind in the end. For the swordsman, the enchantment effect of the fire element is very practical, and he is reluctant.

So after Grizzly Roar had initially gained combat effectiveness, Hendra immediately led his army to attack the bandits on a large scale. On the one hand, soldiers are trained through low-intensity combat, and on the other hand, commissions from spoils and merchants are collected to make up for the financial gap.

When leading a team to encircle the bandits a few months ago, Hendra accidentally discovered something very interesting—the bandits were actually equipped with many ancient bronze weapons.