Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 128 Bretonnia as Greenskin Theory

Withered grass turns into green shoots and grows wantonly on the plain. The heads of the farmers have changed from lower to higher. The sound of horses' hooves and the steps of soldiers have attracted the attention of others.

On the marching route of the Nuoke troops, they probably passed through several villages. When a troop of this size passed by, the lord among them would approach them on horseback and question them.

This is the case at this moment, and it is also the responsibility of the noble lord to protect his territory and be vigilant against all strange things.

A blond, middle-aged man in armor surrounded his horse with squires and dozens of peasants. "Who is it, name it, where are you going!"

Although he had actually recognized Lord Nok, because they had hunted together some time ago, he felt good about this new Lord, plus the invitation he received the day before yesterday.

For the lord knights of Bretonnia, war is equivalent to the highest scale of honor production, plus the best choice to get rich and pass their boring lives.

In fact, he had thought about it a long time ago, and he planned to join it at this moment, and he asked Nock so obliquely, just to make his joining a little more dignified.

He is not a green forest robber. In a word, a few bottles of wine are mixed together. He needs to be respected.

Lord Nok also stepped forward, speaking in a high-profile style. "I am the lord Noke, Noke Granset, and I am going to attack the Count Vampire who occupies my ancestor's castle!"

The lord asked pretending to be amazed. "Granset Castle?!"

Nock nodded.

said the lord. "Oh, ma'am, my grandfather used to have friendship with your ancestors, but unfortunately things are different now, thank fate, can I bring my own people to join your team?"

"I have also received your letter. I didn't expect that things have already started."

Lord Nok nodded, and the man joined the team with his own soldiers, and brought dozens of farmers from the village, and the team of hundreds of people expanded again.

Afterwards, it may be the reason for the invitation letter, or it may be that Granset's name is very useful. When they pass by the territory, someone always joins the team.

Soon, there were three or four more flags in this team, and the total number of people almost exceeded a thousand, making Roel very doubtful whether he had joined the green-skinned waaagh.

He thought, the Holy Grail Knight is the big black orc, the duke is the orc warlord, the lord is the orc boss, the peasant is the fart, the servants and guards are the orc boy...

Roel shook his head, and put aside this ridiculous idea of ​​blasphemy. If applied in this way, probably the only race left in the Warhammer world is the green skin.

But it can also be said that all races in the entire Warhammer world have warlikeness engraved in their DNA. Even halflings think more about how to get rid of the enemy's weapons than cooking food.

Speaking of food, when the team got bigger and bigger, the time gradually got late. Although Roel had prepared ill-gotten gains in advance, and they also brought food when they joined the group, the supplies of nearly a thousand people still became Big problem.

When it was time for dinner, it was not far from Grantset Castle, where the Greenskins were located, but this dinner consumed half a truckload of food!

You know, this is almost 5 bags of bread, a bag of jerky, and it's just dinner...

And with a lot of time before the real war begins, they can consume astonishing amounts of food in one meal these days.

It was the first time that Roel realized that human beings are such a race that can eat so much. This problem is quite big. If the consumption cannot be reduced, the combat effectiveness of the troops will quickly return to zero after the food is consumed.

There is no time to continue stealing at this moment... Well, the deal is over.

When Roel realized this, he felt that the situation was not good. He wondered if he could mix bread with Avalokitesvara soil for farmers to eat...

Then he soon discovered that his way of thinking was more and more like that of nobles...

But the supply line is always a big problem, and the sudden addition of a large number of troops made Roel, who is both a father and a mother, unable to bear the headache.

"Tal is on top..." Roel looked at the pot in his hand, it was empty, with only a little bit of oil on it, the food couldn't appear out of thin air.

According to the current speed, the morale of the army will be broken due to insufficient supplies within a week at most, and the forced disbandment of other lord troops that joined will also make the lord change their minds.

"Food, food...what to do..."

Roel was restless for a while, so he talked to his musketeers. "Let's go patrol the nearby woods for a while..."

When Roel just left, he didn't know that several nearby hunters started chatting, wanting to join the army, and devote themselves to Bretonnia.

Now he was wandering in the forest, just bullying those poor Beastmen, without a strong enough leader to lead them, they were just the target of muskets.

But the Beastmen really couldn't kill them all, and it was only a month since the last large-scale cleanup. Unexpectedly, the number of hoofed people in the forest today has picked up again.

If only they could be eaten...

When this crazy idea popped up, a sound came from the system suddenly.

[The size of the army reaches 1000 people, unlock the technology bar, and learn about troop management. 】

Roel stepped on a beastman who had just died, used a bayonet to make up his life and death, and then turned on the system with great interest.

He didn't expect that the number of troops also had unlock points, and then he immediately discovered this technology bar system.

[Technology tree, troop management, first-level skills are as follows. 】

[Mercenary troops, effect, increase the looting income of your troops.Research costs, 10 gold crowns. 】

[Nosca troops, effect, your soldiers have learned how to sail better.Research costs, 20 gold crowns. 】

[Peasant troops, as a result, your cannon fodder unit soldiers will save more food, and the maintenance cost will be reduced by 20%.Research cost, 60 gold crown. 】

[Only one level-[-] technology can be unlocked, and the level-[-] technology column will be opened after unlocking. 】

Roel frowned... The new ability of the system is indeed overbearing, and most of the soldiers are farmers at present. If this technology is activated, it can indeed alleviate the food crisis.

But spend your own money on skills?
Don't even think about it!

Before the troops set off again, Roel touched Nok's side. As a noble lord, he was discussing the battle situation and the overall situation with several other nobles who joined later. Seeing Roel coming, he was still enthusiastic.

But the best way to distinguish a person's identity in Bretonnia is clothes. Roel's clothes are definitely not good, and he has not reached the level of nobility at all. Other lords are still wondering why Lord Nok is so enthusiastic, so they heard Roel Er speaks amazingly.

"You guys, I'm short of money right now. Give me 60 gold coins and use it as food expenses for joining the war!"

(End of this chapter)