Rise of the Empire Total War

　　 There are many available resources on Kuban Island, but most of them have not been developed, so there are very few resources for trade. Only the fur from the hunted beasts can be used for trade.

　　 And these furs are not considered good commodities in the various countries of Valdasia. Perhaps they can only be sold to the primitive tribes on the southern continent of Zane in exchange for precious metals that they have not processed.

Captain Shelly is not optimistic about the only fur trade that Richard can do. In his opinion, even if these rough animal furs are sold to the poor in Port Bell, few people are willing to buy them. One fur can sell 2 mo Even the LScoin is thank goodness.

And selling to the primitive tribes across the ocean, I am afraid that the money earned is not enough to spend a round trip, and the merchant ships have to pass through the seas where pirates are still entrenched, so this trade route was immediately rejected by Shelly and Richard. NS.

　　 In desperation, Richard could only let this merchant ship go between the temporary port on Kuban Island and Bell Port to undertake the daily transportation of materials between the two places. After all, in addition to food, the residents of Kuban also need salt, which is an essential ingredient for the human body, even if the salt in the Middle Ages is just the roughest sea salt mixed with gravel.

Speaking of salt, Richard has an urge to complain. Even as an earl, the salt he eats is only cleaner and finer, far less than a few dollars on earth in his previous life. He even thought that if the edible salt from the previous life was sold to this world for wholesale, he would be rich in the enemy's country in less than half a year.

　　 However, Richard does not know the modern method of making refined salt. His concept of salt is even limited to the steps of drying sea water into sea salt. This is the sorrow of a three-no-traveler. If it were not for the total war system that traversed with him, I am afraid that Richard could only live a frightening life like a waterless duckweed.

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　　 After sending off Captain Shelly, Richard returned to Nuremberg along the easy dirt road under the **** of the early generals. Although the town was only recently born, the loggers inside have already devoted themselves to their work, driving a carriage and an axe to and from the town and the forest.

　　 Nuremberg’s status quo is developing very well. Orionians in the city leave the gates guarded by heavy sergeants every morning and head to the rich forest for gathering and hunting. It was not until dusk came that they returned to their homes in the town with a full harvest.

　　The trophies obtained by hunting hunters will appear on people's tables or in shops in temporary markets, and the profits generated by the transactions will also be converted into dinars and fall into Richard's pocket.

　　 Oh, the meat of some beasts will also be Richard's delicious meal.

　　 After returning to the town hall, Richard first enjoyed a meal full of authentic medieval flavors, and then went to the militia barracks to receive the teachings of Condra.

　　According to Kondela’s introduction, he is a young warrior from Ulm, the earl of the Duchy of Swabia, north of the Danube. According to Richard's conjecture, this memory should only be instilled by the system out of thin air. Otherwise, how could someone who came to an unknown continent from the ignorant and backward Middle Ages would not go crazy, but would gladly accept it?

　　 You need to know that even Richard, who has experienced information bombing, was in a trance for several days when he just crossed into this world, unable to accept this fact.

　　 Those are just the past tense, now Richard is holding a heavy wooden sword, standing on the dusty school field in the militia barracks, in front of him is Condra with flowing blond hair.

　　 Kondra gave a polite salute first, and then said: "Your Majesty Caesar, in the next time, please attack me unreservedly and don't have any worries."

"OK."

　　 Richard nodded, slowly raised the wooden sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Condra, then took a deep breath, stepped forward and rushed over.

Richard’s movements were full of loopholes in Condela’s eyes. The young knight only dodged slightly to avoid Richard’s stabbing. The wooden sword in his hand slapped backhand on the latter’s sword-holding wrist. He easily slapped Richard's sword off.

"It's too direct." Condra frowned, picked up the sword and threw it to Richard, and said: "You can't run into the enemy like a bull, even if you have greater confidence, because it will make your defense. The opportunity is greatly reduced."

　　 Looking at the dusty wooden sword in his hand, Richard sighed helplessly. His current situation belongs to the brain telling him: I learned. But the hand replied: No, you didn't learn it.

　　 Therefore, even if he remembers a little bit of the swordsmanship he has learned in his memory, he cannot succeed in doing it.

　　 "Your Majesty Caesar, please stand still."

　　 As soon as Condra's voice fell, Richard quickly stood up and put all the thoughts behind him.

　　 "Hold the hilt in your right hand, lower your body, pull your hips, and keep your balance."

　　 Kondra’s voice came into Richard’s ears, and he quickly adjusted his posture according to the other party’s words. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com and next, the young knight continued: "Your Majesty, I will let you train the sword holding posture and balance, these are the most basic."

Richard nodded. He understood the truth very well. It was just like what the instructors often said during the military training in the university, "Standing posture is the basis of other movements" (I wouldn't say that I am being trained as a dog by the instructor now). Until the foundation is solidified, I will be at a loss to talk about other things.

　　 Then, there are boring fixed movements.

Although the weapon in his hand is not a real iron sword but a toy-like wooden practice sword, its weight is still not to be underestimated. Just holding on for less than ten minutes, Richard felt that the wrist holding the sword was extremely heavy. Began to tremble.

"Don't tremble, hold your body." Condra's voice sounded again, and Richard realized that he had walked behind him, "Breathe with your nostrils, and then exhale with your mouth. This will help you maintain your balance. "

　　Although it is now approaching winter, the late autumn sun is still powerful. Exposing to the sun for a long time made Richard's weak body finally overwhelming.

　　 Sweat wetted his clothes and even flowed into his eyes. The sting made Richard couldn't help closing his eyes. Tears secreted and mixed with sweat and dripped down his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, many black spots suddenly appeared in his vision, and his vision became more and more blurred. The right hand holding the sword could no longer support the weight of the wooden sword. As soon as he loosened his hand, the wooden sword fell. With the voice on the ground, Richard also staggered back a few steps, lost his center of gravity, and fell heavily to the ground.

　　 Before his consciousness fell into darkness, all he could hear was people screaming in horror.

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　　 "This body is really weak..."