After having a brief communication with the leaders of dozens of regiments, Wang Hao said tiredly to York beside him.
Only York, as the guild leader, can do this. The two parties in the duel can fight in a designated place and get famous. This is a method commonly used by guilds to resolve their grievances.
There are many modes of dueling, including chamber battles, team battles, group battles and individual battles. You must apply half an hour in advance. With the consent of both parties, the duel will start half an hour later.
What York is applying for is undoubtedly a team battle. There is no requirement for the number of people on both sides of the duel. If it is a Chamber of Commerce battle, then their candidates can only be limited to those within the St. England Guild, which is naturally unacceptable to them.
After paying the system's application fee of 10 gold coins, York blinked and turned back and asked: "What is the appropriate amount of combat readiness fund?"
The war reserve fund is a service provided by the system. It must be paid into a designated account before the war. The victorious party after the war will obtain the right to use this fund, which is enforced by the system.
Therefore, the party that wins the duel usually gains both fame and fortune.
"Let's take 300 gold coins." Wang Hao lowered his head and assessed the financial situation of the Blood Shark Guild before settling on a considerable number.
Although the Blood Shark Guild is developing very rapidly, its financial situation is not very good. There are many places where they spend money, especially to build the shark fleet, which puts their already not wealthy finances on the verge of bankruptcy.
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Wang Hao estimated that 300 gold coins was almost all the working capital. Since he wanted to fight, he had to be more ruthless. If he lost, nothing would happen. If he won, he would have to step on the opponent's corpse. Since he had already made a feud,
, then we must attack the opponent in all directions.
In fact, the financial situation of the Blood Shark Guild is much worse than Wang Hao imagined. When Kerwin saw the notification from the system, his eyes turned green. A small guild that he had never heard of was actually so rich.
, which really surprised and delighted him.
"How much money does our guild have in its account?" He turned around and asked the deputy next to him. Most of his thoughts were on the Blood Shark Fleet, and other matters such as property were managed by the middle-aged man opposite.
The middle-aged man did not look at the records and directly reported a number, "A total of 171 gold, 53 silver and 14 copper plates."
"And half of that is the proceeds from the just-sold red coral."
After listening to his deputy's words, Kerwin touched his bald head and muttered in annoyance, "I don't have enough money, what should I do?" Most of his money was invested in the guild, and he only had a little more than one gold coin as pocket money.
As the president of a well-known guild, he is so embarrassed. No one would believe it. In fact, he is a true war lover. If he has money, he is willing to invest in it.
He is on the Baby Pimple fleet, so he is very popular among the core members of the guild.
In some ways, Kerwin is more like a pure soldier. The guild's success is largely due to his deputy.
"You can ask a familiar guild to borrow part of it, you can consider paying some interest, or you can issue war bonds to guilds on a small scale, and return the principal with interest after the war, and..."
"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you."
Kerwin waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to say anything further. All he wanted was the result, not the process. It was his character of rushing and delegating power to his subordinates that allowed him to win over a group of very talented subordinates to work for him.
For any guild to be successful, it must have its own uniqueness.
Compared with these, St. England's Guild is like a newborn baby, and there are still many things to learn and improve.
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The war finally began.
"go ahead--"
There was no time for Wang Hao to make too many arrangements. He only had one order, to move forward in unison and set a standard. No one could exceed this speed.
For these rookie players, making too precise a plan is simply seeking death. All they can do is try their best to take advantage of their numerical advantage. As long as they can remain undefeated, they will win.
The scene of thousands of warships dispatching is extremely spectacular. Looking around, the densely packed fleet seems to be endless. Anyone who sees this scene will feel strong pride and ambition in their hearts.
Thousands of sails were fluttering in the wind, moving according to his orders. Wang Hao's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment at this moment.
Although they are a ragtag group of people, they still number in the thousands!
This is the first time he has commanded such a large fleet. What he is best at is leading a small fleet to conduct infiltration operations. Such large-scale naval battles are not his specialty, but now he is the only one in the entire St. England Guild.
If he has more war experience, he can only reluctantly take office.
Wang Hao is not well-known in St. England College, and his name is only spread within a small area. Even if you know that he is the hero who broke into the enemy alone, it does not mean that you recognize his commanding ability.
However, his next performance made people shut up.
"Regiment No. 3, your regiment stands out. It seems to be fast and maintains formation with the main force."
"Regiment No. 28, you are too scattered. You should move closer with the leader as the center."
"Group No. 9, are you cowarded? You are so far behind. If all the girls in the school know about this, will you even think about happiness in the rest of your life?"
"..."
The battlefield channel was filled with Wang Hao's roaring voice. His vision was extremely sharp. No matter which part of the battlefield went wrong, he would not escape his scolding. What commanders on the battlefield need is such a momentum.
, if you want to shock people, the approach of a humble gentleman and gentle words will not work here.
Regardless of whether they are prejudiced against him in their hearts, at least these students have to admit that Wang Hao's performance is indeed not bad.
Compared to the slow movements of St. England College, the Blood Shark Guild is fully in place and is just waiting for its opponents to come.
"Report, the enemy's forward fleet is still thirty nautical miles away from us and is expected to enter the designated battlefield in twenty minutes."
"Report, the detected enemy strength is around 6,000-7,000, most of which are single-masted merchant ships without reinforcements."
"Report, no abnormality was found in the surrounding waters."
The Blood Shark Guild's intelligence capabilities are obviously much stronger than those of its opponents. New information is sent to the top management every few minutes. There is even a small staff department that collects the obtained intelligence and analyzes and speculates on the possibility of the opponent.
Use tactics and conduct tactical deductions.
"What was the result of the tactical deduction?" Although Kerwin believed that this battle would be won, he did not dare to be careless. He also could not afford to lose. The person he asked was the chief of staff of the guild, an amateur naval enthusiast with considerable experience.
His knowledge of naval combat played an important role in the formation and training of the guild's main fleet.
The chief of staff was a young man in his twenties, with short blond hair, a handsome face, and a meticulous expression. He turned out a document in his hand, "We won a great victory, annihilated 3,000 enemy fleets, and scattered the rest.
The loss is about 500."
"To deal with such a ragtag group of people, we actually lost 500 ships. Could it be that you miscalculated?" Kerwin opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe it. In his eyes, the enemy was just a group of rookies who had just walked out of the novice village.
, doubling the number of people will not be a big obstacle.
To use a parlance in traditional online games, a group of rookies who are still in the novice village meet a knight with complete kitchen knife and plate armor. No matter how many people there are, the former cannot withstand a single charge from the latter.
The chief of staff touched the situation on the bridge of his nose, and his tone did not change at all. "From the report, it seems that the opponent has found a good commander. If the opponent is smart enough, he may be able to cause us greater losses."
"Just a loss?" Kerwin needed confirmation.
"Yes, in the frontal battlefield, they will not have any chance. The result only depends on how much loss we are willing to pay." The chief of staff seemed to feel that he was being underestimated, and there was a little anger in his voice unconsciously.
Guild strength is a comprehensive indicator, and the number of people is only one aspect of it. Others such as morale, equipment, level, skills, management, training, etc. can also determine the outcome of a war.
In addition to being superior in numbers, St. England's side is weaker than its opponents in all other aspects. These cannot be made up for by numbers alone.
Therefore, in the eyes of some insiders, the Blood Shark Guild is actually much stronger than its opponents.
At the other end of the red coral sea, several small boats were parked on the sea surface and swayed with the waves. A man with long blond hair and a sunny smile looked at the other end of the sea from time to time.
"Old friend, which side do you think has a higher winning rate in this war?"
"Hmph." The man on the other boat looked at his opponent warily and said nothing.
"Hey, I just want to talk to this person, so you don't need to be so defensive about me, right?" The blond man smiled bitterly, with a sincere look in his eyes.
"Hmph, if you hadn't taken action last time, how could the world BOSS let others take advantage of it?"
The two people in the conversation are King Arthur of the Knights of the Round Table and Lavis, the president of the Royal Naval Association. They are a pair of old enemies. They have never stopped fighting with each other, but they often join forces to suppress other competitors.
In many areas, the two have common interests, so even though Lavis was very angry at his opponent's betrayal, they still came together again.
"If we don't intervene, the victory will definitely belong to the Blood Shark Guild." After confirming that there was no trap in the other party's words, Lavis said very confidently.
"Oh?" King Arthur suddenly laughed, and the heart of Lavis who was laughing suddenly made the latter feel a bad premonition, "How about we make a bet. If we lose, your family will
The knight's sword in my collection belongs to me."
"How do you know I have that sword at home?" Lavis suddenly jumped up, pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "Are you trying to trick someone in my guild again?"
King Arthur's silent move was naturally acquiescence.
Both guilds had people from the other side, and they knew this very well, and Lavis's angry look was mostly for show.
"So what if you lose?" Lavis recalled the fighting strength of both sides and concluded that St. England's side had no chance of winning, and his mind couldn't help but wander.
King Arthur was very cheerful this time and said: "I will give you the bottle of 1982 French Lafite that I treasure."
"Neither of us is allowed to interfere." To be on the safe side, Lavis added again.
"No problem." King Arthur looked at the proud smile on the face of the fat man opposite, and a smile appeared on his face, "Inform the person in the southwest not to send the information up."
PS: The climax is coming soon, everyone with tickets should hand it over.
