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Chapter 81 Remuneration (Part 1)

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After arranging and relocating the purchased materials, an attendant from the Governor's Mansion rushed to Murphy's side quickly.

"Your Excellency! Mrs. Elizabeth is here." The waiter ran to Murphy's side from a small trot, panting.

"She's here?" Murphy nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words, then nodded and said in a deep voice, "Arrange her in the meeting room, and I'll be right back."

"Yes." The servant replied.

What is she doing here at this time?

Could it be that the human city-states in the southern plains are already planning to take action?

At first, the relationship between Murphy and Mrs. Elizabeth was relatively close. At that time, Mrs. Elizabeth was alone and had nothing to rely on. Murphy was the last straw she could grasp, and she naturally moved closer to Murphy in all aspects of dealing with people.

But now she gathered a group of soldiers who were scattered in the territory and re-established her own army.

Naturally, her relationship with Murphy changed from an initial intimacy to a partnership. This is where the position determines the attitude. Murphy understood this very well, as if he had to take the territory into consideration when dealing with his relationship with Mrs. Elizabeth. When Madam Elizabeth treated Murphy, she also had to take into account the thoughts of family knights and so on. Both of them are relatively rational people, and they will not let impulse dominate their will.

Back at the government office, Murphy saw Mrs. Elizabeth again.

She was wearing a black striped dress inlaid with gold thread, which was embroidered with gorgeous peony flowers. The long skirt outlined a slim curve, from the proud curvature of the chest, the slender waist with a full grip, to the slender and plump legs All of them show the charm of mature women. His white hands had long, slender fingers, and the nails were painted with dark red paint. He was wearing a pair of gloves made of black silk mesh, which exuded a strange temptation, which was a breath of sex.

Murphy has to admit.

After seeing Mrs. Elizabeth dressed like this, he felt his heart beat faster, as if a special impulse was sprouting.

"You're here." Mrs. Elizabeth's lips curved slightly, as if she was very satisfied with Murphy's expression at this time. She gently took off the black shawl on her back, bent over and poured a cup of tea for Murphy.

As soon as he bent down, Mrs. Elizabeth's round and plump buttocks were displayed in front of Murphy's eyes. The peach-shaped plump temptation made Murphy feel a little dry.

Does this attire count as uniform temptation?

Murphy smiled bitterly in his heart, but he had to admit that today's Mrs. Elizabeth is full of strange charm.

After taking the teacup from Mrs. Elizabeth, Murphy took a sip, and his eyes could not help but glance at the proud peaks on Mrs. Elizabeth's chest. At this sight, Murphy almost choked on the tea.

Mrs. Elizabeth dressed fairly conservatively, and she didn't deliberately show the beauty of a woman's plump breasts on her chest.

But when he leaned over, all the spring scenery leaked out.

A deep ravine, and lavender lace.

In this era, this is definitely something that only nobles can afford!

"Ahem, how is the training of the soldiers?" Murphy looked away and asked. He finally understood that this woman came here intentionally to seduce him today, and this attire full of classical aristocratic atmosphere was more attractive than stripping off everything.

This woman is a goblin!

Murphy could only sigh in this way. It's a pity that she is really too smart, and she is also very keen on power. As a wife, she is definitely not a qualified candidate. Murphy's ideal wife should be a gentle and pleasant woman like the high priest who always has a soft smile on her lips. A woman like Mrs. Elizabeth is absolutely unmanageable for ordinary men. Even Murphy had to be more cautious when facing her.

Such a woman might be a good candidate as a lover...

Murphy restrained his thoughts of running away in time, and focused his energy and attention on the teacup in his hand.

"The knights are training those peasants. But the effect is not obvious. They have not received any military training. I am afraid that any regular army can easily overwhelm them." Mrs. Elizabeth sat on the left side of Murphy, faintly The fragrance floated into his nose. At this moment, the woman also understood the gap between herself and Murphy in terms of military affairs. She sighed slightly and said slowly.

"The army never wins by numbers. A group of peasants who take up arms is not an army at all." Murphy shook his head and said in a deep voice.

One month of training to make a group of farmers have fighting power?

That was a joke!

The reason why the city of Athens was able to form an army so quickly was entirely because the soldiers in the town of Athens were all selected from among the able-bodied adult men. Many of them are Spartans, and they are very familiar with the fighting style of the spear phalanx. Even if they are not Spartans, other Greek citizens have been trained since childhood. Many of their fathers are retired soldiers, and they will pass on their fighting skills to their sons.

As citizens, they have to receive certain military training every year when they are not busy with farming.

It can be said that any adult man in the town of Athens can reach the level of the Greek militia with a little training.

But Mrs. Elizabeth's people are different. Many of them are real farmers, even serfs. These people are thin and thin, and have not received any military training. Many of them even took up weapons for the first time. These people were still wielding hoes two months ago, but now they want to train them into qualified soldiers to fight. If it can really be effective, it is simply a fantasy!

It can be said that no matter how many such farmers there are, it is useless, and a regular army can charge them up and disperse them.

The peasant uprisings in history were really used as the main battle force, and they were selected from them to be strong and courageous athletes, and the others were more just to add a little momentum. Even so, the combat effectiveness of an army composed of farmers is very limited.

Regardless of other reasons, the physical gap alone has been widened by others.

Moreover, no matter which era, the requirements for soldiers are quite strict. At the very least, they must have a strong body! In military training, in military training, the recruits are village braves, not peasants.

For serfs in this era, it is not bad to be able to eat meat once or twice a month. Their size and strength are completely imaginable. This physical gap requires a lot of time and exercise as well as adequate and nutritious meals to make up. .

Soldiers in the city of Athens eat three meals a day, and if there is training that day, additional meat will be added. At present, most of the fish provided by the port are consumed by these Greek soldiers. Citizens in cities and towns eat two meals a day, and usually can eat a hearty dinner with meat in about three days. A strong body needs enough meat to accumulate. How good is a person who can't eat much oil and water for ten days and half a month?

"The noble council has decided to send troops in August." Mrs. Elizabeth took off her black silk mesh gloves and said slowly while watching Murphy.

"A specific plan?" This was not beyond Murphy's expectations.

"I don't know yet. But they are likely to send troops from here." Mrs. Elizabeth took out a map and spread it out, pointing to a mountain road outside Murphy's territory and whispered.

Take a mountain road?

Why not transport troops by water?

"At present, the generals of the noble council have two proposals. One is to pass through the gnolls' defense line from here and cut off their connection with the rear. The other is to bypass the Zangala Mountains and attack from the other side." Mrs. Elizabeth Pointing to a sign on the map, he said, "This is a canyon, which is the connection point between the Zangala Mountains and the Karazan Mountains. As long as we can occupy this place, the frontline Gnolls will be isolated."

"But the army responsible for cutting off here will be attacked by jackals from both sides!" Although it was a little different from what Murphy estimated, it was not far from it.

"The noble council will mobilize the most elite silver shield and eagle banner infantry. They are the best fighters in the city-state!"

"How many people?" Murphy asked.

Mrs. Elizabeth said slowly: "I don't know, but there will not be more than two thousand people."

Less than two thousand people?

Then face the counterattack of nearly 30,000 adult gnolls on the front line?

Isn't this a joke?

Murphy had a general idea of ​​the combat effectiveness of the Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry, which was similar to that of the Greek heavy infantry, but the equipment should be better, and it was far from the level of the Spartan heavy infantry. And in Murphy's view, the shield fighting method similar to the Roman military system in the traditional mode of human city-states is not suitable for fighting tall creatures like jackals. This fighting style can only be effective in the face of creatures that are about the size of humans. And only in the face of those races with a nomadic lifestyle based on bows and arrows can they play a huge advantage.

Even if 2,000 Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry came, plus 5,000 miscellaneous troops from Mrs. Elizabeth, it would be impossible to hold this place until the human army came.

unless……

etc! Murphy suddenly thought of something.

He raised his head and stared at Mrs. Elizabeth in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Does the noble council want me to send troops?"

"Yes. They want me to convince you." Mrs. Elizabeth stared at Murphy and said frankly: "They promised that as long as they defeat the wolf man, I will return all the territories I lost, and the land of 1,500 square kilometers west of the Karazhan Mountains will also be restored." mine."

The corners of Murphy's mouth curled up slightly. He looked at Mrs. Elizabeth in front of him and asked playfully, "What about my reward?"

Mrs. Elizabeth picked up a pen and drew an arc on the map, and said slowly: "From here to your territory, the land is about 2,500 square kilometers."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Elizabeth's voice trembled slightly. She glanced at Murphy and said quietly, "Or it's me..."