Rise of the Empire Total War

The available resources on Kuban Island are many, but most of them are undeveloped, so there are very few resources available for trade. Only the skins of the hunted animals can be used for trade.

And these furs are not considered good commodities in the countries of Vardasia. Perhaps they can only be sold across the ocean to the primitive tribes on the southern continent of Zane in exchange for precious metals that they have not processed.

Captain Shelley is not optimistic about the only fur trade that can be done in Richard's hands. In his opinion, even if these rough animal furs are sold to the poor in Belle Port, few people are willing to buy them. One fur can sell 2 Mo Thank goodness for the rscoin.

However, if you sell them to those primitive tribes across the ocean, I am afraid that the money you earn is not enough to spend a round trip, and the merchant ships have to pass through the sea area where pirates are still entrenched, so this trade route was immediately rejected by Shelly and Richard. up.

In desperation, Richard could only let the merchant ship travel between the temporary port on Cuban Island and Bell Port, and undertake the daily transportation of materials between the two places. After all, in addition to food, the residents of Kuban Island also need salt, which is an essential ingredient for the human body, even if the medieval salt is only the roughest sea salt mixed with gravel.

When it comes to salt, Richard has an urge to complain. Even as an earl of a land, the salt he eats is only relatively clean and fine, which is far less than the salt that cost a few dollars a piece on earth in his previous life. He even thought that if the edible salt from his previous life was brought to this world for wholesale, he would be rich beyond half a year.

However, Richard does not know the modern refined salt production method, and his concept of salt is even limited to the steps of drying seawater into sea salt. This is the sorrow of a three-none traverser. If it weren't for the total war system that traveled with him, I'm afraid Richard could only live a life of fear like duckweed without water.

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After seeing off Captain Shirley, Richard returned to Nuremberg along the simple dirt road under the escort of the early generals. Although the town was born not long ago, the loggers inside have already devoted themselves to their work, driving horse-drawn carts and holding axes on the way back and forth between the town and the forest.

The status quo in Nuremberg is developing very well. The hunters in the city leave the city gate guarded by heavily armored soldiers every morning, go to the rich forest to gather and hunt, and do not return to their homes in the town with a full harvest until dusk.

The trophies obtained by the hunting hunters will appear on people's tables or in the shops in the temporary market, and the profits generated by the transaction will also be converted into dinars and fall into Richard's pocket.

Oh, and some of the beast's meat would be Richard's meal, too.

After returning to the town hall, Richard first enjoyed a meal full of authentic medieval food, and then went to the militia barracks to receive Condela's teachings.

According to Condela's introduction, his young warrior knight came from Ulm, an earldom in the Principality of Swabia on the north side of the Danube. According to Richard's conjecture, this memory should only be instilled in him by the system out of thin air. Otherwise, how could someone who came to an unknown continent from the ignorant and backward Middle Ages not go crazy, but accept it happily?

You know, even Richard, who has experienced information bombardment, was in a trance for several days when he first traveled to this world, unable to accept this fact.

Those are just past tenses. Now Richard is holding a heavy wooden sword and standing on the dusty school field in the militia barracks. In front of him is Condela with flowing blond hair.

Condela first saluted politely, and then said: "Your Majesty Caesar, in the next time, please attack me without reservation, don't have any worries."

"OK."

Richard nodded, slowly raised the wooden sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Condela, then took a deep breath, and rushed over with strides.

Richard's actions were full of loopholes in Condela's eyes,

The young knight dodged Richard's thrust with a slight sideways dodge, and the wooden sword in his hand slapped the latter's sword-holding wrist with a backhand, easily knocking off Richard's sword.

"It's too straightforward." Condela frowned, picked up the sword and threw it to Richard, saying: "You can't charge the enemy like a bull, no matter how confident you are, because it will make your defense The chances are greatly reduced."

Looking at the dust-stained wooden sword in his hand, Richard sighed helplessly. His current situation belongs to his brain telling him: I have learned. But the hand replied: No, you didn't learn.

Therefore, even if he remembered a little bit of the swordsmanship that this body had learned in his memory, he would not be able to successfully perform it.

"Your Majesty Caesar, please stand still."

As soon as Condela finished speaking, Richard quickly stood up and put all his thoughts behind him.

"Hold the hilt of the sword with your right hand, lower your body, pull your hips, and maintain your balance."

Condra's voice came to Richard's ears, and he quickly adjusted his posture according to the other party's words, and then the young knight continued: "Your Majesty, I will let you train your sword-holding posture and balance first, these are the most important Basic."

Richard nodded, he understands this truth very well, just like what his instructors often said during his military training in college, "Standing in a military posture is the basis of other movements" (I won't say that I am being trained like a dog by the instructor now), Before laying a solid foundation, talking about other things is at a loss.

Then, there is the boring fixed action.

Although the weapon in his hand is not a real iron sword but a toy-like wooden practice sword, its weight should not be underestimated. After holding on for less than ten minutes, Richard felt that the wrist holding the sword was extremely heavy. Started shaking.

"Don't tremble, hold your body." Condra's voice sounded again, and Richard realized that he had walked behind him, "Breathing through your nostrils and exhaling through your mouth, it helps you maintain your balance. "

Although it was approaching winter at this time, the sunshine in late autumn was still powerful. After being exposed to the sun for a long time, Richard's frail body finally felt a little overwhelmed.

Sweat wet the clothes on his body, and even flowed into his eyes. The stinging pain made Richard unable to close his eyes, tears secreted, mixed with sweat and dripped down his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, many black spots suddenly appeared in his vision, and his vision became more and more blurred. The right hand holding the sword could no longer support the weight of the wooden sword. When he let go, the wooden sword fell With the sound of the ground, Richard also staggered back a few steps, lost his center of gravity, and fell heavily to the ground.

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, all he could hear was the terrified screams of people.

as well as……

"This body is really weak..."