Suffold, the town of Vendis.

Basically, there are some naturally formed towns near each city. These towns are not intentionally built by the nobles, but trading points spontaneously formed outside the city in order to avoid paying the entry tax on bulk goods.

This kind of trading point will gradually expand its scale, attracting some merchants who open hotels, brothels and carriages to stay, and then gather popularity and form a scale. At this stage, the nobles will send tax officials and soldiers to settle in, collect taxes and maintain order at the same time.

With order, civilians will come here to live, and a new town will be formed.

The town of Vendis is such a small town affiliated to Suffolk.

However, now this is the residence of the Kingdom of Ian.

"Are reinforcements coming to the north? Is it Earl of Benjamin from Queerle City?" A general with a gray hair and a golden knight helmet on the table beside him was looking at the city model in front of him, and asked without raising his head.

"I don't know, the orcs should only encounter their forwards, and it is said that there is a very powerful knight."

The young knight who had just walked into the room put the helmet in his arms on the table, found a chair to make it, and said casually.

"How strong is it?" the old knight asked, inserting a black flag into the city wall of the city model.

"The orc who escaped said that he defeated the entire Orc Thousand People Team alone, hahaha--" At this point, the young knight burst into laughter.

There are so many powerful knights, but not as good as legends. Even high-level knights must cooperate with their own knights to achieve this. rushing up alone will only seek death.

"Well--you say that, it seems like there is such a person."

The old knight finally moved his attention away from the city model, stood up and ordered: "Come on, take the file of the Battle of the Fallen Kings."

The guards in mail received a brand new file.

"Well—he should be him here." The old knight expanded the file and clicked on a certain page.

The young knight stretched out his head curiously, and saw a lifelike portrait on the file, which read next to the portrait:

Identity: Ander Tilles, the vanguard of the Gilt Expeditionary Force, invented a new horse war weapon called the "Long Halberd", which greatly enhanced the knight's lethality in the melee.

Record: He once rode alone to attack the battlefield, killed King Hunter III of Abilee among thousands of troops, and led the Ice Dragon Knights and the Flame Knights to defeat the Abilee Army.

Evaluation: It is recommended to include the key targets.

Note: The knight's physique level is suspected to have entered the legend level, and his martial arts are amazing.

"Oh, oh, - such a powerful knight is younger than me? It seems that I should meet him and ask him what secrets he has to practice." The young knight whistled frivolously and said.

"Pay attention to your identity and behavior, Your Highness, Prince." The old knight said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, OK, Uncle Cloto, there are no outsiders here, don't be so serious, right?" The young knight disagreed.

"As the first heir to the Kingdom of Ian, you should maintain the majesty of the king anytime and anywhere."

"Dear uncle, it's too tiring to live like this. If only in this way can one become the king, then let the old man of the third brother be the one. I would rather be a prince like you - of course I can't be as tired as you."

"You - Hum! It's the orcs and elves to block reinforcements. Our mission is to defeat Saffor City - Aeroy. I suggest you put your spirit on this."

"Dear uncle, why do I put my spirit on this? I am the leader of the Storm Knights, not a walking knight. I can't let my Storm Knights ride war horses to rush up the city wall, right?"

The young knight spread his hands and said that he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Then you go and receive Marquis Karan, he will have a great effect on our complete occupation of the western part of Abilelli." The old knight sighed and said helplessly.

The eldest and second princes of the Ian Kingdom are both rare geniuses in the world.

The eldest prince was forty-one, and had already entered the ranks of advanced mages; the second prince advanced to the advanced knight when he was twenty-five.

It is logical that such heirs are desperate for any kingdom, but the problem is that the eldest prince said that exploring the truth is what he wanted throughout his life and had no interest in the throne at all; the second prince was not at all focused on the orders all day long, and wanted to give up his head and be lazy, and repeatedly tried to sneak around and travel around the world.

The third prince was honest and persevering, but the two elder brothers were at the forefront, which made them a little mediocre.

Who will inherit the throne? The entire royal family has a headache.

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More than a hundred light cavalrymen spread out horizontally for nearly a hundred meters in loose formations and marched in the wild.

This is just a daily patrol work, and does not require head-on battles with the enemy. It can even fight some wild game to improve your life. Everyone is relaxed.

"Boss, are we really going to continue working in this bloody tide army?"

A light cavalry clamped his legs slightly, and the war horse easily crossed a short bush. The knight riding on the horse was too lazy to take a look, so he turned his head on the horse's back and asked.

"Why not?" asked the knight commander, who he called the boss.

"Boss, I also like the method of dividing money proposed by General Ander, but this method is quite OK for adventurers who are temporarily forming a team, but if you want to maintain such a large army, you will definitely be done."

Gavin gently patted the side of the war horse's neck under his crotch, and asked the war horse to change direction and walk towards the flatter ground.

"I think General Ender is too young and everything is ideal. What should I do when I have money when I have money, but when I don't have money? Do you don't get a salary when you are in the army?" Gavin complained.

Gavin is not complaining about the military discipline system announced by Ender. On the contrary, he believes that Ender's method of spending money with such a large amount is too ideal, and it is impossible to maintain an army.

People are insatiable. They are very happy when they get money, and when they have no money, they are facing forward.

No one will pay more money from the boss before, and when the company goes bankrupt, he will not pay his salary and follow you in vain.

If you want to use this method to maintain the army, you must win every battle. You can make a lot of money from the war every time you fight.

Although the former is rare, there are still legends of such famous generals in history;

As for the latter, they were all mercenaries before they defected to the Blood Tide Army, and they were barely knowledgeable. They had never heard of the saying that the more they fought, the more money they made - it would be fine if a small-scale thief group robbed the caravan. At the level of national war, there was no low-cost and high-income war.

"Do you care about him so much? Let's get along here first. If the bloody tide army can't hold on, we can't do our job at the worst." Gavin's boss Mingen said while looking left and right.

"Boss, you don't care about General Ander, are you?"

"No, I'm very optimistic about General Ander." Mingen said with a smile.

He would not say to his brothers now: The entire Blood Tide Army is actually just the first step in the General's plan.

Although the overall plan is only the tip of the iceberg for them, the exposed part is enough to make him confident in the general's plan.

As he was speaking, a fire suddenly rose from the ground hundreds of meters ahead.

"Please be careful, prepare to pick up the cannon fodder in front. Do you remember the rules that Lord Ande said?" Ming En shouted.

"Remember." Everyone answered in unison.

The rule of the Blood Tide Army is: if you can beat it, you will fight it, and if you can't beat it, you will run away.

Of course, only the highest commander present is qualified to order escape, and the soldiers are not qualified to decide on their own advancement and retreat.

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Wulan Town.

"Within three days, the second and third light cavalry brigades encountered wolf cavalry scouts and eleven white horse light cavalry scouts, killing eleven wolf cavalry, three eleven white horse light cavalry, four blood tide army killed, and forty-seven deaths of suicide squads."

The so-called suicide squad is the various thieves, bandits, warriors and some civilians who were unable to eat as much as possible.

These people are usually under the management of the logistics brigade, responsible for digging ditches and building camps and other chores; when they fight, they become cannon fodder on the front line; and after the army is stationed, these people will become groups of spies placed outside. In short, only when they make enough contributions will they be officially organized by the Blood Tide Army.

If it weren't for the years of war in Abilel and the people were living in poverty, how could this be the case?

Only with these people placing swords in front of them can Ende minimize the casualties of the Blood Tide Army.

"In addition, according to the reconnaissance results, the enemy army formed a large number of orcs, a total of three wolf cavalry brigades, an elf white horse light cavalry brigade, and other pedestrian beast soldiers with about 5,000 troops, and no troops in the Kingdom of Ian were found."

After the scout's report was finished, Ander waved his hand and asked him to go down and rest.

"Although the enemy is less than expected, it can still be considered a strong enemy. It is not easy to eat them in one bite. Please think carefully and what else should I add to the original plan?"

Ende sat on his head and said calmly.

However, everyone's attention was divided by the long halberd behind Ander - anyway, the plan to deal with the counterattack had been completed, and the opponent's every move did not exceed expectations. At most, it was a small repair and a small repair, so there was no need to pay attention to it.

Behind the young commander's seat, a huge blue halberd stood upright on the ground without anyone's support.

On the long halberd, a faint green light shrank and rose, rising and shrinking, as if the long halberd was breathing.

On the face of the young commander, the same green light appeared faintly and faded, with the same rhythm as the shrinking green light on the long halberd.

"Benret, what's going on?" an infantry commander asked his comrades beside him.

Benret was originally one of the Abilelian court guards and a mid-level swordsman. When it comes to personal martial arts, he steadily ranked first among these officers.

"I don't know, but it looks like the 'weapon assimilation' of a high-level swordsman?" Benret said in a low voice, either not sure.

‘Weapon Assimilation’ is one of the most important auxiliary skills of high-level swordsmen.

High-level swordsmen can repeatedly clean weapons with their core energy that they have been tempered, and finally build an energy structure that is most suitable for their own characteristics in the weapon. This energy structure generated by repeated cleaning is not more than enchantment than enchantment, and can greatly enhance the performance of the weapon and the communication and sensing between weapons and people.

According to legend, high-level swordsmen who have completed weapon assimilation can even use the sword in their hands to observe the world instead of their eyes.

At the same time, this weapon is considered a normal weapon in the hands of others, but in the hands of the master, it is considered a +2-level weapon.

This is the only way for high-level swordsmen to advance to sword saints.

However, ‘weapon assimilation’ consumes the core energy of high-level powerful people.

Core energy is not a big deal, even if it is a huge burden to high-level powerful people, it is fine to use it to clean up medium-sized weapons such as long swords. Such a large long halberd can be regarded as a giant weapon. How can the core energy consumed by ordinary people bear?

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"Shumodal, is that vanguard knight Ander Tilles really so terrible?" asked a tall elf with long hands and feet in the orc army.

"It's very scary, Alvin, let me be honest. If I were the only one, I would never duel with him alone." Shumodal said bluntly.
To be continued...