"What are you doing?" Lancelot called to a soldier who was working hard to carry stones.
"We are repairing the city defenses to face the next wave of evil." The soldier did not stop working, but turned around and said, "Dear Sir Knight."
"Who ordered you to do this? That stupid Master Bowler?" Lancelot asked strangely.
The most active people in fighting against the demonic tide are the local lords where the demonic tide occurred.
If they cannot retreat, they will lose their enfeoffed territory and become pitiable. They will go to the capital of the kingdom to seek pity from their relatives, seek a position as a palace noble, and survive in the laughter of others every day.
It is said that many nobles who lost their fiefs, their wives and daughters have entered the backyards of big nobles, middle nobles, and even small nobles.
The poor people have stepped on things too much, and it is no longer fun to step on them. Only people who step on people of the same class will have a higher sense of superiority.
"He once ordered this, but we didn't do it just because he said it." The soldier piled the stones in his hands at a gap and carefully found the soil gap to fill it.
Of course there is no cementing soil, this is just a makeshift, barely able to resist those small monsters.
"Then who do you listen to?"
"It's up to us." said the old soldier who was the first to become a card player. "Hey knight, do you want to play Gwent?"
"Okay, I am the most famous master in our earl territory." Lancelot said subconsciously.
Then a force of will made him stop the urge to take out the cards.
What were those words just now?
Why did you say it yourself?
Although he is indeed a master at playing cards, this is a battlefield!
The demonic tide will come at any time, how can you play cards?
But, I really want to play cards...
"vampire!"
"Silver dagger!"
In the entanglement, the knight and the old soldier played cards.
Then he understood everything.
Because a voice sounded in my mind.
"Body digitization begins, character data scanning is in progress..."
He clearly felt that strange changes had taken place in his body, as if it had been hollowed out and then injected with new things.
He took a knife and cut his arm. He would have felt pain at first, but now he only had a slight touch and a trace of pain.
Being unable to feel pain is both a benefit and a drawback for a soldier.
It's very possible that you were fatally wounded and didn't even know how to avoid it.
However, at this time, he clearly saw that the wound quickly closed on its own.
Another big one came.
Or close it quickly.
He was just keen and felt a little weak.
Looking at it again, there was a reminder in my mind that was "Minor injury buff: Constitution decreased by 1, lasting 10 minutes."
"Who gave this power?" he asked the old soldier in surprise.
"This is given by the messenger of God."
"So that's it. The sleeping gods finally opened their eyes and sent messengers." Lancelot easily accepted this statement.
He didn't think this was the power given by the devil: firstly, he was extremely eager for the gods to perform miracles, and secondly, the devil was killing them with ease, so why should it make it more difficult for him?
The other party is not here just for fun.
They will die if they are killed.
This can be seen from the fact that some demons occasionally surrender. If they won't die, why surrender?
"Great, I want all our soldiers to have this power! Please take me to see the angel." He said.
One day later.
A total of 7,000 people on the battlefield were transformed into card players.
Those who are seriously injured and those who can still breathe are included.
With the super-severe injury buff and one missing leg, he also began to gradually recover.
There were originally 20,000 people including support staff.
This was put together by the lords from all over the kingdom.
The scale of the demon tide will continue to increase, and it will not return to a Dark Portal until it breaks through a certain target castle; or if enough people are killed, it will return to the Dark Portal.
In other words, if the value of the target castle is too small, there will be no reinforcements, or very few.
Master Bowler's castle is located on a traffic thoroughfare, and he pays a large amount of taxes every year, so he sends so many reinforcements.
Fortunately, if the demon tide is like ordinary rebels, fighting everywhere and destroying everything, not to mention the Kingdom of Lotus, even other big countries will not be able to support it.
"Warriors, no, card players, today is the day for our counterattack! The Dark Portal is taking shape again, but this time, we will let them know what the power of card players is!"
"We must burn the midnight oil and fight until dawn!"
"Oh oh oh!"
The soldiers reveled in revelry, and their morale visibly rose to full strength.
If you let them go to work, they will run away in the middle of the night, but if you let them play cards, everyone has the confidence to stay up all night. After all, the oldest is only in his thirties.
It’s not that the kingdom doesn’t recruit elderly citizens, but most of them die halfway through.
Lancelot abandoned his horse and heavy armor, replacing them with light chain mail.
Although armor is good, it is useless when facing a powerful demon, and you can only rely on fighting spirit to get out of the way.
Anyway, I'm not afraid of getting hurt now.
They walked twenty miles along the way. In the past, at least one-tenth of the people would have thought of escaping.
However, there is no supervising team today, and no one wants to escape.
Everyone knows one thing, accumulate more chips and become stronger.
Otherwise, if you run away today, you will be caught tomorrow. If you have no chips then, you will be dead!
The stronger you are now, the better off you will be in the future.
If not, you can still count on a fiefdom.
Soon, they saw a large number of low-level demons.
A tauren that makes people look down upon, and a fiery harpy.
The tauren were beating low-level monsters into pieces with giant hammers and throwing them into a bloody pit.
The harpies were hovering in the air, and whoever tried to escape would be the first to be thrown under the giant hammer.
With such a simple method, thousands of low-level monsters could only tremble.
The soldiers did not laugh at them.
Because they were in the same situation in front of the king's recruitment documents and whips. A few whips made hundreds of villagers helpless and obey orders honestly.
If you don't obey orders, you will have to flee.
If you escape to another lord's territory, you will only be caught and sentenced to slavery.
The end is worse than the battlefield. The former is a matter of one knife, while the latter is a tragedy for the whole family.
"Let us free them!" the old soldier suddenly shouted.
Of course he will not pity these monsters, he just doesn't want to recall his past.
The soldiers stepped forward.
"Hey, a bunch of guys who don't know how to form, let us have no reputation at all." The lieutenant beside Lancelot sighed.
Lancelot did not reprimand this deputy who was born in a minor noble family, and what the other party said was correct.
These soldiers had no formation to begin with. All they had learned was to stand on the city wall, throw stones, and chop people with knives.
If you want to learn formations and rotational operations, you need at least six months of intensive training.
Those who can master these advanced combat skills will have no more than 3,000 men for a great lord such as a Duke, and no more than 10,000 men for a King.
Most of the soldiers are invested in one wave. Once they are invested, don't think about taking care of them anymore. Don't expect to find them before victory or defeat, and issue orders again to remove them for rotation.
When they heard the order to retreat, the only thing they could do was to scatter in all directions.
