Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 1 Nine out of ten, who dare not be happy?
The coast is full of fishing villages, and the inland is all cultivated land, steep cliffs in Gaosong or a beautiful enough golden triangular beach.

This land is wine country, Bretonnia's largest port, home of drunks, and whatnot.

This is the Land of Boldrow, unquestionably beautiful, and rich in titles in Bretonnia.

Today, next to its fishing village, on the beach, a farmer sits on the reef next to the beach, leaning on a wooden box about half the height of a person, in a daze.

His name is Roel Ludwig, and he is a rare Bretonnian idealistic farmer. Today, he escaped from his family's never-ending farmland and came to the beach despite his parents' scolding, watching the fishing boats in the distance. sailors complain of the numerous reefs and whirlpools off the coast of Bretonnia.

On the other hand, Roel Ludwig took a sip of a good enough wine without even adding water. This was extremely rare for him, because a bottle of wine could keep up with his hard work for half a month.

At this moment, he lightly stroked the wooden box he was leaning against. The box was huge and tightly sealed.

Because today is very special, this farmer dug up an excellent package in his own field, about 10 imperial guns wrapped in oiled paper, in Bretonnia, this is definitely a great wealth, But someone has to buy it.

Now he runs away from his family, from his responsibilities, and walks drunkenly to the port, with ambition and courage.

"Come and add salt to the wine glass! (Porrod's common saying, meaning sailors) I will take the goods to Le Angoulang, and then make a fortune. I will give you 7 decrees if you join the gang!"

These words quickly attracted everyone in the port. They were very curious about where this drunken man came from, what goods he was going to deliver, and how many golden crowns he could get at a time.

Roel Ludwig plucked up his courage and shouted. "gun!"

"Lots of guns!"

As soon as the words fell, the sailors lost interest in an instant. Most of them returned to their posts and continued their day-to-day work, while a few stayed and watched him like an actor.

That's right, this is Bretonnia, the land blessed by the lake god. The sailors felt in their hearts that this young man was incapable of selling firearms, because peasants couldn't afford them, and nobles didn't need them.

What's more, he was wearing sackcloth, obviously not a businessman, but a farmer.

Even if he could find his next home, it would be extremely rare to cross the dragon's throat and vortex undercurrent in Le Angoulang.

After shouting like this for almost a whole morning, only a lot of people were attracted to watch the clown. At this moment, Roel Ludwig was completely disheartened. With the last hope of turning around, he broke up with his family and took away all his savings , but now no matter how much he yelled, he couldn't persuade any sailor to help him.

And Roel Ludwig carried the big box and walked back to his home. He was ready to endure the abuse from his family. Farmers should not dream.

As long as you return the savings to your family, you'll be fine...

As for the other guns, he wanted to donate them to the church of Sea God Ranald to bless him for a smooth future.

But he never thought that guns are not only wanted by businessmen, they don't want to make money when they go out.

And on the lonely way home, he was too focused on holding the box, and he didn't even notice that no one was walking on the road at the moment.

At this moment, the four sailors came running quickly from behind, and they had obviously followed all the way from behind. They were not Bretonnians, nor were they considered adventurers, but more like robbers.

They took out the daggers, and Roel, who was no fool, immediately put down the box. "It's all here, take it slowly."

they joked. "Good boy, have some eyesight."

Roel immediately left tremblingly, but he was not helpless. He also hid a gun under his bed, 50 or so bullets, and a pot of gunpowder, which could be exchanged for some money.

And I still have the savings of the whole family in my pocket, a huge sum of 10 decrees, which can be used to try to do other businesses.

But he didn't see a short sailor walking behind him, he held a stone in his hand, and slammed it on the back of Roel's head...

When he woke up again, his face was dazed and his head was dizzy, but the place where he woke up was hidden in the grass by the side of the road, his gun, and the family savings in his pocket, and the money of about 10 decrees were also missing. .

The back of his head was tingling, and the tip of his nose smelled of rust. When he looked up, he saw the light blue sky, and he was wearing linen clothes.

But the first sentence he spoke was. "Bretonnia?!"

"The Kingdom of Knights? Lilith? I'm only halfway through Warhammer Total War?!"

That's right, Roel Ludwig is dead, but not quite dead, he's not crucified in a coffin with a rotting cry, but a Hammerman turned into a Bretonnian farmer.

He'd rather be a Skink though, now, he could cry like a fart.

Even a goblin can become a big belly king Gulu by eating troll meat, and he probably won't be able to turn himself over in this life!
Because there is a saying in Bretonnia, after you have worked hard, measure it, take nine tenths, and leave one for you to marry and have children.

In contrast, the city of exhausting the lake and fishing still carries the word "fishing", and the knights of Bretonnia are the real heavyweights.

Moreover, the knights have extremely high fighting power, each of them is a Doll Gundam, and he is a farmer himself, so he can't even lick Lilith's toes!

In Bretonnia, the status of the peasants is similar to that of the truffle hounds raised by the nobles, and there is no so-called humanitarianism or other things. Perhaps for the nobles, their kindness to the peasants is just a little sympathy for creatures like themselves!

And the guy who possessed him just picked up something that shouldn't be taken by the peasants and dissipated his life.

The cause of death was robbery, a popular Bretonnian-style robbery, carried out by outlaws.

Outlaws are those who have escaped the laws of Bretonnia, and can no longer enter the civilized areas of the Bretonnians, and usually hunt for fat in villages and fields.

Of course, there are also innocent people like exiled nobles, or peasants who can't survive, and even grand thieves like Robinson, but those kinds of people are rare.

But the current situation is that people who are normally robbed should call the police, but the judicial department in Bretonnia is still the lord and nobleman, and they have their own judgment standards.

Roel had already imagined that the aristocrat judged the crime of robbery, hacked to death the innocent sailor who didn't know where he came from with his own sword, and then sentenced Roel to the crime of gun possession, hanged the gallows or gouged out his eyes, and the matter would be over. up.

Although there is a private farmers' court in the village, it can only deal with sneaky matters.

Although the original owner put a musket, a pot of gunpowder and 50 rounds of lead bullets under his bed in order to ensure a way out, but what can be changed?
The world of Warhammer is ruthless, the avenues are four peddlers, and everything is just fun. At this moment, Roel picked up a stone lying on the side of the road, with traces of bright red on it, and then gestured on the back of his weather-beaten head.

"Go to the world of Pokémon, go to the world of Pokémon..." While chanting silently, he prepared to touch that thing to his head intimately, hoping to kill him.

He lifted the stone, took a deep breath, and felt a little scared in his heart, but he was about to hit his head soon.

But after a while, there was a ringing in the ear. 【Activate Warhammer Total War System】

Stone!stop!

At the critical moment, there was still a tenth of a millimeter between the back of the head and the stone, and Roel stopped.

If you have a system, you will not be reincarnated, and you will first try to see if you can survive.

With a thought, Roel turned on the system. It was very simple, with only hero attributes.

Combat effects, battle effects.

Roel Ludwig is written on the top, framed in gold with large characters, which is the hero interface in Warhammer.

The following two small characters, heroes.

Next comes details/skills.

The property is.

Maintenance fee: 1.2 per round.

Recruitment time: 0
Health: 40
Armor Strength: 10
Leadership: 45
Melee Attack: 15
Melee Defense: 10
Weapon Power: 5
Charge Bonus: 6
Skill Point 1:

Optional:
Nineteen taxes, reducing the income of the province by 90%.

Believe in Lanard, there is a 10% chance that the ship will not sink due to accidents when sailing.

Not good at fighting, when in the front line, the attack power is reduced by 5, and when in the back row, it is increased by 30.

Runners, after evacuating from the battle, the movement speed of the big map will increase by 30%.

Combat effect: Peasant birth: All group leadership in the same team is reduced by 8 points, no knight units can be recruited, and unit maintenance costs are increased by 30%.

Entry: Cannon fodder, allies will not lose morale when they see you flee.

Hero Details: Roel Ludwig is an ordinary farmer in Bretonnia, without military training, but it is rare that he wants to become a businessman to change his life.

But his parents thought he was probably crazy, and that he might not be able to get a wife in the village.

Weapons, fruit knives.

After reading the system, Moore, the god of death, is on top, and death is gentle. Roel immediately picked up the stone, and began to hesitate whether it was a Squirtle or Charmander. It was a headache, and I had to choose carefully.

Just when he was about to leave this world, he glanced at the system interface and suddenly found that he still had a line of battle effects.

Battle effect: Traversing, when its troops use guns and weapons, they can speed up the reloading speed, the guns will never wear out, and the maintenance cost will be reduced by 30.

Hmm... the effect...

He never thought about really dying. After all, he was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't do such a ruthless hand. It's just that there was really no hope for this world, but now, he could still try.

　Welcome to Bretonnia, land of knights, home to the servants of the Lady of the Lake.A land admired even by those who do not practice the ideals of chivalrous heroism; it is also the land of adventure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)