Being assigned to form a guard squadron of the Blue Mage Regiment and serve as the actual commander may seem like a good thing to others, but in Moriarty's eyes, it seems like a series of problems that must be solved within a time limit, with opportunities and challenges coexisting.
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Among a series of problems that need to be solved urgently, the first thing that faces the mage is how to build a combat team of nearly 80 people from scratch. You must know that serving as a commander in an existing combat squadron
The concept of a military chief and building a squadron from scratch are really two completely different concepts. The former only needs to consider some military matters; while the latter is more like a hen hatching eggs and needs to build a nest.
He has to worry about and plan every egg, every chicken, and even every piece of grass in the nest. Of course, once Moriarty is able to build the guard squadron bit by bit, there will inevitably be a certain amount of stress on this brand-new team.
It will leave a strong personal mark belonging to the founder. From this perspective, Moriarty has really made a lot of money this time.
Because of the dean's full commitment to the funding of the guard squadron, Moriarty has no financial pressure at all. In fact, as long as Provost Depra, who is responsible for reviewing the budget, has no objections, there will be no objection.
If there are any objections, Moriarty can completely purchase equipment and supplies for his squadron members, even if it is compared to the elite guard configuration of the city lord's palace.
Therefore, the top priority now is how to find suitable manpower to form the backbone and flesh and blood of the squadron. In addition to a small team of magic swordsmen who are about to be in place, Moriarty must also recruit about 60 to 70 more.
Warriors. Among them, the future guard squadron leader hopes to include at least four or more mid-level warriors and a group of low-level warriors who are reliable and have certain combat experience. Otherwise, if he is just a bare commander, Moriarty will be turned over by those ten
The threat of the team of human-demon swordsmen "defeating the upper".
But in fact, even if we ignore the issue of joining the hard-to-find mid-level professionals for the time being, it is still very difficult for ordinary mages to recruit ordinary squadron warriors.
As we all know, experienced veterans and low-level fighters are not like carrots in street shops. They can pick and choose and buy as they please. Without special background and foundation, it is impossible for outsiders to easily build a team that dares to fight and endure.
In the battle, a squadron with extraordinary combat power comes. And if you try to rely on temporary recruitment of mercenaries to make up the numbers, or even recruit civilians from all over the place to join the team, what you finally piece together will only be a person who looks glamorous on the outside and strong on the outside. Not only the combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed,
The loyalty of the team is even more out of the question. The most important thing is that there is not much time left for Moriarty now. God knows when the Bracadane-War will completely break out.
Finally, after continuous discussions all night, Schmidt came to Cruyff's office early the next morning with Moriarty.
"Haha, my old friend, I already guessed that you are coming to compete in the ring. Hey, Moriarty has been appointed as the squadron leader?" At the door of the office, General Cruyff and his party looked like they had been waiting for a long time. He laughed and said
The two mages welcomed him into the drawing room, and at the same time ordered his adjutant Hiram to bring in a plate of simple sandwiches and three cups of strong tea.
"Huh, you blue bear is hiding it well. Even though you got the news in advance, you still pretended to be stuffy without saying a word." Schmidt didn't look good on Cruyff. He sat down on the sofa and said coldly.
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"Haha, what you said is wrong. This time, there were a lot of fights between the city lord's palace and you Hockenheim over the newly established guard squadron of the mage regiment. As a member of the city defense army, I really can't get involved casually.
At most, I can only play drums or something. And this time the two adults asked me to keep it strictly confidential. Old man, what else can I do?" Upon hearing the mid-level mage's complaint, Cruyff spread his hands and shrugged innocently.
shrug.
"Hmph." Since he had obtained the joint gag order from the two great arcanists in advance, Schmidt could no longer blame the other party, but he still snorted lowly.
"Haha, I heard that you, the general, recommended me to be the commander of the new guard squadron this time. Thank you so much." At this time, Moriarty smiled and came to Cruyff and bowed deeply and said.
"Haha, Moriarty, you are also a member of the Lille Squadron and one of our own. If I don't recommend you, why should you pass the benefits to others?" Cruyff laughed and pointed at himself and Schmidt.
, and then said: "But the most important thing is what Ms. Hanquan and Mr. Figaro mean. It seems that your scores are not low on both sides, Moriarty." After saying that, the general looked at the mage seriously.
One glance.
"Haha, General, you are too complimentary." Facing Cruyff's gaze, Moriarty quickly lowered his head and said humbly.
Sometimes, both sides like each other, and they seem to be in love with each other, and the scenery is unusual, but how do they know that they are not jointly tabooed by both parties, and are regarded as two or five people who have two boats? The risks involved and the sense of propriety that need to be grasped.
It's really not much easier than walking a tightrope. If possible, Moriarty would rather keep a low profile and keep a lower profile.
"Then since it was you who started this matter, you must be responsible for it to the end." At this time, Schmidt on the side suddenly said again.
"Hey, old man, you... OK, I will try my best to support you." Sitting opposite the mid-level mage, Cruyff smiled helplessly, then turned to look at Moriarty: "Tell me, you need
How can I help?"
"First of all, personnel." Moriarty was not polite and made a request directly: "I hope, General, that you can recommend some low-level soldiers and veterans to my guard squadron."
"How much?"
"About seventy people." Moriarty smiled slightly, then took the tray from the returning adjutant and delivered two cups of strong tea to Cruyff and Schmidt.
"Ha, Moriarty, you are such a big talker! You can take down a squadron and a half with just one sentence." Cruyff's eyes widened and he kept shaking his head, like a young boy who had been bullied by his juniors.
Like an old man.
"Stop pretending again. Tell me directly, how much can you help?" After slowly taking a sip of hot tea, the mid-level mage took a breath, put away his angry look, and said to Cruyff.
"No more than thirty."
As he said that, the old man took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it into Moriarty's hand. He had obviously prepared it. Moriarty quickly took it and looked at it, and saw that the paper was densely packed with names and addresses.
"These are the veterans who retired from the city defense army in the past. They are all my subordinates and they can't stay idle. As long as you can afford the settlement expenses, and I send someone to say hello then, they should all be willing to come out and follow you.
." Cruyff pointed to the name on the note and explained.
"Only thirty, isn't it too few?" At this time, haggling and messing around are only suitable for mid-level mages. Schmidt immediately took the list and still didn't finish his words.
"Oh, old man, you want my life." Naturally, facing the "greed" of the mid-level mage, Cruyff also began to complain: "You also know that once the South-North War officially starts,
The city defense army will inevitably expand its troops to prepare for war. At that time, new numbers will be added, sergeants will be added, and people will be needed for everything. You must leave some manpower for me." As he said, the old man didn't care whether it was hot or cold, and drank a cup of strong tea in one sip.
, and then said to Moriarty: "I would like to remind you, if you want to pull people in, you should do it as early as possible, otherwise you will not be able to reach out again when the city lord's palace officially issues a mobilization order in a few days."
"Yes, thank you for your advice and generosity, General." Moriarty thanked him sincerely.
To be honest, Moriarty was overjoyed to be able to dig out thirty experienced veterans from Cruyff. The previous request for seventy people was entirely due to the special care of the mid-level mage.
Otherwise, according to Moriarty's original intention and face, it is indeed impossible to open such a mouth. However, it seems that there is a tacit understanding between Cruyff and Schmidt, and they can already understand without any words or communication.
The other party's thoughts are worthy of being an old partner for many years.
"Okay, the matter of the number of people has been settled." Knowing that the heat was over, the mid-level mage stopped fussing needlessly, so he changed the topic and said: "So, what is the explanation for the magic swordsman?
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"Haha, you should know this better than me." Cruyff picked up a sandwich from the tray, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then swallowed it in one gulp: "I have been waiting for several years and spent a lot of money.
I have trained just twenty-five magic swordsmen, so I don’t know if I have made a profit or a loss." As he said that, Cruyff shook his head again.
"Loss? Haha, if General Miguel hears this, he will fight you tooth and nail. Anyway, all you spend is the budget of the city defense army. Why do you have half a squadron more fighting than him?
"Mage'? I dare say that if you are willing to 'sell' the Magic Swordsman, Miguel will definitely come to take over the deal as soon as possible without even paying the second price." Schmidt did not take Cruyff's money at all.
He retorted directly.
"But ten of those magic swordsmen are going to be transferred to Moriarty's guard squadron, and I don't have much left in my hands." Cruyff's eyes widened again, with a look of bitterness and frustration on his face.
It was as if an old farmer who was being exploited saw most of the potatoes and pumpkins in his garden being snatched away by bandits.
"Stop talking about it. The second thing I'm here for today is to talk to you about how to distribute these magic swordsmen." The mid-level mage didn't even look at Cruyff and drank tea on his own.
"General, as far as I know, these twenty-five magic swordsmen basically have the strength of third-level warrior professionals, and can cast one or two first-level spells at the same time. Is that right?" At this time, Moriarty
He took over the conversation and said.
"Not bad." Cruyff nodded.
"So, in your blueprint, how are you going to use these magic swordsmen?" Moriarty asked again, and the question became gradually more sensitive.
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