The war with the coalition forces has just ended, but another war has quietly begun.
It was a war between the monks of Shuangxiu Cult and the God of Death.
Before the war started, Li Yu asked the Bureau of Truth to organize the carpenters on the church's territory to produce five hundred stretchers, and then through repeated distillation, a batch of high-concentration alcohol was obtained.
But the quantity was not too much, because wine was hard to buy, especially after Solomon arrived at the Cape of Plenty, the trade routes between the Western Territory and the Golden Valley were basically cut off.
If you brew it yourself, firstly, it will take time, and secondly, it will be a bit of a waste of food, so in the end, only less than 300 barrels of alcohol will be distilled, which is not very enough.
Fortunately, the "holy water" for Shuangxuejiao has been mass-produced, and this is Li Yu's biggest reliance.
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Arnott is a mercenary who was active in the Red Plains area before. His ancestors are said to have some aristocratic blood, but the family has long since declined. Apart from him, there are only two sisters and one brother left.
One of the sisters was working as a maid for a baron, which could slightly supplement the family income. The remaining sister and brother were too young, so the burden of making money fell on Arnott.
He heard that the Wing Clan people were preparing to attack the Western Territory and were recruiting people. This was seen by many as a sure-fire thing.
Because this time Solomon and his Wing Clan warriors came out almost in full force, bringing two dragons with them. They also planned to gather an additional 100,000 allies to launch an attack from land.
In addition, the Figuerola family, as the lord of the Western Territory, has surrendered in advance, so this battle is bound to be won, and the process should be easy.
Therefore, Arnott was also a little tempted. After thinking about it for a night, he finally decided to join the army of the baron his sister served.
This has also been a long-standing tradition on the Bratis continent, because the cost of maintaining a professional army is too high.
The approach adopted by most noble lords is to train a small number of guards and provide certain military training to the peasants on the territory.
Once a war breaks out, they can quickly raise an army consisting of a small number of elites and a large number of militiamen. In addition, wealthy families will also recruit some mercenaries or mercenaries.
This time Solomon's order was issued more urgently and required more people, so most of the nobles had to choose to spend money to recruit additional people.
As a mercenary, and with the help of his sister, Arnott easily got a spot. He signed a contract with the baron before setting off, and when the war was over, he would be rewarded with two golden lions regardless of whether he won or lost.
And this is only the most basic employment fee. They also have the opportunity to obtain trophies during the war. According to the provisions of the contract, most high-value trophies such as jewelry and jewelry will belong to the baron, but there are also some trophies that they can keep for themselves.
For example, the armors and weapons of the enemies they killed, etc. In addition, the old mercenaries who were traveling with them also told Arnott that they don’t need to take the constraints in the contract too seriously. If you really want to encounter valuable things, as long as no one else
If you find it, just stuff it into your arms.
It was impossible for the nobles to search them one by one.
Many mercenaries have made a lot of money by being hired to participate in wars. Some of them don't even have to worry about the rest of their lives. Arnott's blood boiled with excitement.
However, after arriving in the West, things were not as good as Arnott imagined.
Although the army did not encounter much resistance as they expected, there were many sporadic attacks.
Those noble lords did not want their own guards to be injured, so they placed their mercenaries and militiamen on the outside of the team.
Especially those who were hired were left at the outside of the team. Once they were attacked, they would be the first to be unlucky.
And if they wanted to camp, their camp would be at the outermost point. Arnott still remembered that he didn't sleep at all on the first night. He would immediately open his eyes and grab a weapon at the slightest sign of trouble.
They are always the first to attack when there is a hard nut to crack, but when it comes time to plunder, they can only stay outside the city and be on guard.
Arriving at Yanxue City, Arnot just picked up a piece of cotton armor that was not very valuable. The old mercenary who came with him was slightly better than him. When he went out to patrol, he went to a nearby village and picked up two chickens.
Plus some change.
Arnott was about to express his envy, but he was startled when he saw the blood stains on the old mercenary's sleeves. The latter looked indifferent.
"That man tried to stab me in the back with a pitchfork while I was catching chickens, but I chopped off my head. But his wife is pretty nice. Let's eat chicken together tonight."
Arnott was silent for a moment. He had actually encountered many such things along the way, not just the mercenaries, but also the militiamen, and even the guards of the major families. Many of the military disciplines were not very good. They burned, killed, and looted.
It's all normal.
This is war, and civilians always suffer the most. Of course, the nobles on the losing side are not much better. For example, Frederickson of Pinestone Castle, whose whole family was burned to death by the dragon's flames.
After watching too much, Arnott gradually became numb. He did not expect to make a lot of money from this war now. He just hoped that it could end as soon as possible and receive the reward promised by the baron.
And the final battle came soon.
To be honest, Arnott actually admired the resistance group on the opposite side, especially the female lord named Ilea, who refused to surrender despite such a huge disparity in strength and persisted until the last moment.
Unfortunately, this will all end soon.
It all ended very quickly indeed.
Arnot didn't even quite understand what happened. Not long after the battle, he was stabbed in the thigh by a spearman, although the spearman was soon smashed open by a dwarf.
But Arnott's thigh had been pierced. He only felt a sharp pain and could hardly move anymore. This was very fatal on the battlefield.
Arnott wanted to retreat, but he saw the war supervisors who were eyeing him from a distance, and then he saw a blood line not far away.
The people who were standing there disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was a pile of corpses on the ground.
Before he could figure out what it was, he was hit in the chest by an arrow. Then he was hit by several more arrows and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, he wore an old chainmail under the cotton clip. This family-herited chainmail saved his life. When Arnott opened his eyes again, he found that the war was over.
It's just that they became the loser. Arnott couldn't figure out how they lost even if he thought about it.
How is this possible? There is such a huge difference in military strength between the two sides. They still have people from the Wing Tribe to help them, and I heard that the morale on the other side is very low. No matter how you think about it, they should not lose.
But Arnott can no longer care about this matter. The wound on his thigh is still bleeding, and although the old chainmail saved his life and allowed him to avoid fatal injuries, there is still an arrow.
The arrow pierced his left rib.
This chapter has been completed!