Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 191 Marienburg = Vegetable Market

The mercenaries who can board Baron Henrik's ship are the elites of the Empire or Marienburg, but in front of paprika and fully armed knights, the so-called elites are ordinary people.

Although you have to complain about how bad Bretonnia's organizational system is, you can't ignore that the entire structure of Bretonnia is to supply the best soldiers in the Old World.

Even for the sake of camouflage, cover, and wearing tattered armor, Bordello's knights are not to be touched.

Most of the mercenaries are probably farmers before they reach adulthood, but the Bretonnian nobles have to start training in violence and war since they were 6 years old. They may not be enough for monsters and monsters, but for normal humans, they are personal force peak.

As for the Holy Grail Knight Nock, the Holy Grail Remains, and the powerful humans whose reaction speed and system have been enhanced countless times, Roel can even treat those extremely powerful knights as pigs and dogs.

If the Imperials had been trained in the use of weapons from birth, they would have been able to compete with the regular army of Bretonnia, but they could not.

If they were fully armed and battle-hardened like the Reiksguard and had blessed gear all over them, they could, but they weren't.

When the mercenaries were made to bend over and cry by the tear gas, their combat effectiveness declined even more. The once proud Marienburg Lights here were picked by Roel like sauerkraut and radishes in the vegetable market.

They could still hear voices in their ears, commenting like this.

"This person seems to have no money, and his family members are probably civilians. Forget it, suppress it."

"This person is not bad, he may be rich, tie it up."

Then a few guards came over and wanted to tie him up like picking carrots...

This incident, this action, undoubtedly stimulated the heart of this mercenary. The enemies he killed, the worship he received, the women who adored him, so many, so powerful, he has always demanded himself so!

He pulled out his saber and slashed across, it was sharp and sharp, and the guards didn't even react, they wanted their heads to fall to the ground immediately.

Then, jingling, a metallic crash broke the mercenary's thoughts of feeling the blood on his face. He looked up, only to see a man in silk with the barrel of a musket against his chest. Swords...

"Bastard!" With a tm gun?Are you insulting me? !This was the last thought of the mercenary, and soon he felt a heavy blow on the back of the head, his consciousness flew out, his soul was no longer in his body, he closed his eyes, and fell into a coma.

Roel rubbed his wrists. "You guys tie him up, really, you don't have any eyesight, remember him, and ask more when you ask his family for money."

For Roel, man?They are just goods, as long as they are not dead, they are valuable. If it weren't for the influence of the eight winds on his mind, he would have just killed the chickens to make an example.

Lord Nok was even more indifferent. When a mercenary attacked him, he just punched him in armor, and that guy turned into a pulp.

Roel couldn't help scolding him. "What do you do if you break it, maybe you can exchange it for money! You will deduct 3 gold coins from your living expenses this month!"

Nock's eyes widened. "3 gold coins? Why didn't you grab it? How could this guy be worth so much money?"

Roel couldn't bear the sight of this guy eating and drinking for free in his own territory. Although he couldn't afford it, he just wanted to disgust Nock.

"Five gold coins!"

Nock shut up, the cannibal has a short mouth, and he can't scold him.

Two people walked on Class A, looking at people they could see clearly.

"This one is too thin and has no money."

"This armor is too poor, no."

"Are you a nobleman? Oh, a businessman? Drag it on and focus on it."

Baron Henrik had never felt such humiliation. In Marienburg, he could not be regarded as under one person or above ten thousand people. He was also domineering and had no scruples. Now he is being suppressed by the peasants and wants to exchange them for money.

In fact, it was unexpected that Roel could fight so easily. Although his original plan had a design to make the enemy careless, one or two of the ten warships would definitely not be able to take it down due to insufficient numbers.

Uncontrolled warships may shoot at controlled battleships, making losses bigger, or things getting worse, but the number seems to be enough?
In fact, their control is very good, which is a bit surprising. Although Brother Skeleton and the lords from all over the country have logged in, a ship must have a hundred people, except for the sailors. There must also be a combat unit of 400 people. The knights are very fierce, but they can only deal with 300 people. They shouldn't control the entire battlefield at once...

Roel stood curiously on the deck, counting the number of ships.

"one two three four five six seven eight nine?"

"Only nine, Nock! Why only nine!?"

Nock frowned too. "What's going on? Didn't the information say that there were ten warships?"

Roel yelled at once. "Go back to the defense. We can talk about liquidating the enemy later. Now we must ensure that the port will not be attacked."

Representative Roel blew the horn to go back, and at this moment, the sound of the system also appeared in his ears.

【Epic Victory】

[Gain the characteristic, Oath of the Sea, increase weapon power by 3%. 】

[Acquiring characteristics, captors, and a greater chance of making the target stunned. 】

[Obtain the battle flag, business is rampant, and the commercial output value of the province increases by 40%. 】

Roel watched the system complete the judgment, that is to say, the tenth battleship really disappeared?
However, this battle flag is very good. The current business tax rate in my territory is about 40.00%. Although the merchants are a bit dissatisfied with charging farmers 11 taxes and charging them 12, but this territory is too profitable, they don't care.

But compared to this...

Roel walked into the ship's cabin and took out the wooden bucket for washing the deck, and then asked a mercenary with him.

"Who is your boss? On that ship, what is his net worth, and how does he usually make money?"

The mercenary was bound hands and feet, with a look of aloofness, preferring death to submission.

Baron Henrik, who was eavesdropping next to him, was very moved, and wished he could double the salary of this mercenary, because he was already afraid, the people of Bretonnia were pure tm lunatics!

And Roel asked the guards to fetch a bucket of water and put it in front of the mercenaries.

"That's right, then don't talk about it."

He forcibly held down the mercenary's head, and pressed it into the sea water. The smell of the mop, the sea water, and suffocation made the mercenary frightened.

He didn't want to die, and this employer didn't deserve to die!
Roel was speaking now. "Now if you want to say something, you can twist your butt, a little bigger, lest I can't see it."

The mercenary shook his butt like a pug, making the guards and knights beside him laugh out loud.

And Baron Henrik was heartbroken...

(End of this chapter)