Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 490 Situation of the Knights

"Olivia."

"Elvis."

The two people at the training ground greeted each other. Although they had no substantive contact, they still knew each other because of their previous positions.

Oliveira took out the documents from the bag, handed them to Elvis, and said,
"I have received an invitation from your uncle Edteris, would you like to join the Knights of the Giant Horned Viper?"

Hearing his uncle's name, Elvis had some doubts in his heart, but he opened the file and flipped through it for a while.

The general content is that the Dragon Princes believed that this knight order needed the help of a reliable person, so they invited Oliveira as an assistant to help it perform some actions.

Generally speaking, it is not the nature of supervising the army, but joining as a member, and how to arrange positions is his power.

Elvis stretched out his arms and greeted Oliveira,
"You are welcome to join. I heard that you killed a Blade Lord in Krakalond. This is a very high honor."

Oliveira, who was praised, shook her head and said it was nothing,
"It's just a small matter. Compared with the achievements of others, this Blade Lord is nothing."

There are only thirteen blade lords in Naggaroth, and killing one is nothing. I really hope I can say this one day.

The great mentor sighed for a moment. He knew why Oliveira joined the Knights. It must be under the order of the prince. Otherwise, with his current performance, as long as he stays in the army, his promotion channel is not just an honorary nobleman. identity.

"Forget it, let me introduce you to the situation of the Knights first."

"Ah."

The two walked into the training ground where gunshots were still roaring, and saw a large number of soldiers holding muskets, aiming at a target 50 meters away, and firing in unison after an order.

About half of the targets were shot through, but the remaining half might have missed the target, or they might have hit someone else's target. Anyway, judging from the instructor's livid face, he knew it would never be a good thing.

Oliveira who saw this situation stopped to comment,

"Are muskets so difficult to use? I think these Mrs. Kisley seem to be very talented with muskets, and they have almost never hit the air on the battlefield before."

"Although we often look down on the Kislev mercenaries, it is undeniable that they stayed in the northern part of the old world before, fought against the scum of chaos, and had experience in the Great Holy War. They are veterans who have experienced rigorous battles. And here ..."

Looking at the group of attendants who were still training muskets in front of him, even Elvis, who was in a good mood, sighed inwardly, and continued,
"Most of the people we recruit are between the ages of 24 and [-]. Most of them were children when they left Kislev. After they came to Lustria, their comfortable life made them far less reliable than mercenaries. .”

Elvis even had the idea of ​​mercenaries, although many dragon princes always look down on these barbarians, but when it comes to fighting, it is definitely an elite army.

The Great Holy War of the Old World, the Lustrian Snake Jihad, and the Naggaroth Expedition, all of them had skills to survive the three large meat-grinding battlefields.

Unfortunately, they were all let go by the prince.

Oliveira nodded approvingly. He could tell that these attendants were all recruits and had only received training from the militia.

"But there is also an advantage. At least it is easy to shape it into what you want. When His Excellency Bruni was training the mercenaries, he heard that he used all means to let them know how to obey orders."

"We still have a little time to train, at least until the base of operations is remodeled."

After speaking, Elvis brought Oliveira to the shooting range in person and handed him a large-caliber musket.

"I have to say that this is indeed a weapon suitable for short-lived species. Even if a fool pulls the trigger, it can kill a soldier who has been trained for many years. This saves us a lot of time."

Oliveira did not take the musket, and pointed to the great sword hanging behind his back. He had already made an oath that he would fight as the blade of the dragon lord in this life, and refused any form of non-zero-distance combat.

Although it is rigid, it is also admirable.

Elvis, who guessed what it meant, didn't force it, and almost everyone in Caledon had strange oaths.

Hold the musket on your shoulder, put the wooden handle against it, and pull the trigger. The pungent white smoke and ear-piercing noise will be released as the bullets are fired, and a hole will be formed in the target 50 meters away.

Seeing Oliveira still looking normal, Elvis put down his musket and glanced at the Caledon Elf outside the shooting range,

"Sure enough, only those who have personally experienced the battlefield will let go of the paranoia in their hearts. People of my age still insist on abandoning hot weapons, and even the slightest smell and noise are unacceptable."

"This is something that can't be helped. As the future pillars of the kingdom, you are protected too well. If they have fought against the rats in the southern Dalinhai for a few years, they will understand the pungent smell of gunpowder. As far as the smell is concerned, it is simply a unique fragrance.”

"I hope they can change their minds in the future. I guess this is why the prince asked me to establish this knight order."

Oliveira did not reply to this statement. What the prince thinks is what he thinks. He just needs to obey. As for other things, I'm sorry I don't know at all.

After vaguely sensing the troubles of this knight order, he asked the Grand Master,
"What is the specific number of people, personnel distribution, equipment configuration, and fighting style."

"950 people, including me with 99 elves, a Vaal priest, a monitor lizard priest, a Skinlizard priest, and others are recruited soldiers. In terms of equipment configuration, the knights are on the same level as the Horn of the Sun The soldiers are divided into three categories, the first is the mixed weapons soldiers, the number is 500 people carrying knives and muskets, and half-body chain armor. The second is the cavalry scouts of 120 people, and the last is the heavy firepower group, equipped with grenade launchers and flamethrowers. , the number is 80 people, and the rest are logistics personnel."

"How did you solve the problem with the horses? I remember that there is a hidden agreement in China that humans cannot allocate elf war horses." Oliveira looked curious. Could it be that his grandfather was under pressure and disregarded the face of the diehards to get his grandson Come on these things.

Amidst the sound of gunfire and gunpowder smoke, Elvis had a bitter look on his face,
"Before there was a proposal in China about exporting war horses to the empire. The original plan was to use half-breed elf war horses. Although this proposal failed, the racecourse was still preserved. I managed to find 150 mixed-blood war horses through some contacts."

"At least this is good news, otherwise, with your Knights..." Oliveira glanced at the young noble outside the training ground without leaving a trace, and continued,

"A knight with a horse is not willing to do the dirty work of scouting."

(End of this chapter)