Ride and Cut

　　 Annie poured the bottle of liquid worth at least three hundred gold coins into a bucket of river water to dilute, and distribute it to the wounded according to the severity of the injury. Minor injuries can only be divided into the bottom of the cup, severe injuries can be divided into a full cup.

　　 The mercenaries are definitely not using holy water for the first time. The experienced ones first dusted some on the trauma, and then drank the rest in one breath.

　　 The effect is immediate, and a slight white light is produced when the power of the spell is applied. Under the ray of light, the small wounds were quickly closing and scarring, and even the most serious ones stopped the blood.

　　 Richard watched the whole process beside him, and his saliva almost came out with envy. If magic's help to the army is limited to its destructive power, it would be too narrow and unimaginative. The effect of a small crystal bottle is no less than that of a field hospital, except for the high price, it can be said that there are no other shortcomings.

　　 Hmm... Except for the high price...

　　 Annie caught a glimpse of Richard's rare and weird look, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Although this pioneering armed guard was exceptionally powerful, it seemed to be as embarrassed as most pioneering nobles in terms of wealth.

　　 The caravan's situation is now very dangerous. The mercenaries have almost completely lost their combat effectiveness, and the temporary allies are too strong. Slightly revealing the background of some firms will help maintain the situation in this situation where the strengths of both parties are completely asymmetry.

　　 In a good situation, the transfer mercenaries cheered up a bit, and took the initiative to stand up with less injury, and began to set up tents and set up a bonfire at the foot of the hills, thirty or forty steps away from the wooden building.

　　 They are very particular about the site selection. It is not far from the river bank but not close to the river bank to ensure that the water is convenient and the ground is not too damp. The terrain is flat and has a wide view, and it is just on the leeward side of the hills.

　　 Judging from Richard's eyes, except for the place occupied by the wooden building nearby, the place they picked is the best.

　　The camping equipment carried by the convoy is complete and practical, and the people who work are also skilled and veterans, and a standard temporary camp is set up in less than half an hour.

　　 Richard squatted at the entrance of the wooden building, watching the mercenaries orderly placing the wounded numbers while eating melon seeds. The sense of order was not to be underestimated. Looking back again, the group of barbarians under his command seemed to be robbing something, and they were about to fight.

　　 "Give me, give me!"

　　 There is a barbarian who has a particularly loud voice, Richard recognized it, and his name is Roselle, who is the first advanced barbarian giant axe warrior.

The barbarian soldiers now straddle the three ranks of the barbarian spearman, the barbarian warrior, and the barbarian great axe warrior. The highest-ranked Roselle has an overwhelming strength advantage over the same clan staying in the barbarian spearman, but there is no inside the barbarian. As a result, status differentiation occurs.

　　 The improvement of their strength is entirely dependent on external forces. The only difference between the strongest and the weakest is time and luck, there is no insurmountable gap. There is nothing to be proud of, and those who are behind will not be discouraged.

The battle between 　　 and the Jackal was the most oily after coming to the wilderness, and many weapons and armors were seized. The barbarians were digging around a pile of trophies to look for, and from time to time they quarreled noisily because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

　　 Roselle grabbed a pair of double-edged battle axes and triumphantly showed off his most fancy skills with his companions. The two heavy battle axes turned into two spirals in his hand, and the whirring sound was so dull that it was shocking, but they couldn't fall down like roots.

　　 He actually didn't know how to use an axe before, but after stimulating the "Sura Potion" twice through battle, he became familiar with this weapon inexplicably. Now it is not an illusion to give it a try, he really completed "Tomahawk use from entry to proficiency" in one day!

　　 "Isn't that amazing?" Facing his brothers of the same race, Roselle smiled happily.

　　 Don't know why, his kinsmen suddenly calmed down, and they didn't want half of the spoils. Russell regarded this quiet as his envy, and performed harder and harder.

　　 "You're so big!" Richard flew up from behind and kicked him to eat shit. "I have nothing to do here? Go laps for me!"

　　 The barbarians immediately became dingy.

　　……

　　 Annie was sitting cross-legged on the straw mat at the entrance of the tent, arranging the bowstrings. A few mercenaries sat respectfully not far away, each with a cup of brown-red tea in front of them.

　　 This is Pompeii physalis tea that has only become popular in recent years. The first taste is very sour, but you can feel a rich and strong aroma when you taste it carefully.

　　 They are not far from the wooden building, and you can see and hear what happened there as soon as you look up.

　　 "Although I don't know much about martial arts, that axe warrior seems to be very powerful." Annie put down the bowstring and made two gestures imitating Roselle's axe.

　　 "It's very powerful." The Cyclops' voice was low and deep, "That kind of high-level technique of lifting weight and lightness can't be mastered by ordinary fighters."

　　 After finishing talking, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He actually didn't like this slightly sour drink. UU reading www.uukanshu.com just subconsciously wanted to do something to hide the shock. Although he didn't want to admit it, judging from his many years of experience, there may not be any mercenary in the caravan that is the opponent of this axe warrior.

　　 "But I think his position in Alpine Fort seems to be very ordinary, but a high-ranking fighter is very ordinary." Annie spread her hands, "Is everyone so good?"

　　 "It's impossible!" Cyclops didn't seem to be so confident either. As if trying to convince himself, he added, "It's against common sense, it's against common sense."

　　 Annie's delicate brows frowned, and she seemed dissatisfied with this explanation.

　　 The army has always been the most hierarchical place, and its strength is absolutely proportional to its status, even for relatively loose mercenaries. If the axe warrior is really outstanding, how can it be of ordinary status? This is not just unreasonable to explain.

　　 The temporary tea party in the camp fell into a moment of silence, and in the end it was Annie who asked again.

　　 "Where is Lord Richard?"

　　 "Very strong!"

"I saw him lift up the lance and the three pierced jackals with one arm." The cyclops looked a little excited, and the wound on the neck that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again. "This guy's pure physical strength is probably better than that. The next giant is still strong!"

　　 "Hiss~" The sound of air-conditioning was swept down, as if to draw a vacuum in front of him.

"Unimaginable." Another mercenary leader shook his head while sipping tea. "If such a warrior wears three layers of heavy armor and then rides on his three-bladed iron-eating armadillo, it will be impossible on the battlefield. Grind the meat when blocking."

　　 "This pioneering collar is very strong."

　　 Annie stared at the wooden building not far away, without knowing what emotions were hidden in her eyes.