Jiawen was very upset. This was not the first time he had been fooled.
This was indeed a feint, and they consumed thirteen cobblestones and six logs at the minimum cost.
"Bows and arrows are not afraid of loss. Arrows that fall on the hillside can be picked up, but these stones and wood will be gone when they roll down the mountain!" Jiawen sighed, "These things can only be collected at the foot of the mountain, but we dare not go down the mountain!
"
Going down the mountain was tantamount to death. Even if the enemy didn't detect it, it would be difficult to transport heavy boulders and logs back to the mountain quickly.
"We don't have many stones in reserve," Jiawen frowned and said, "We have to find a way to cope with the enemy's consumption."
"Before that, let's celebrate with the soldiers!" Reggie looked at the soldiers on the city wall and outside the city, and they were cheering when they saw the enemy retreating.
"My lord, this is nothing to celebrate," Jiawen looked very depressed, "We were fooled by the enemy and we lost too much. This is not a victory."
"Repelling the enemy is victory." Reggie smiled, very happily.
Using so many ordnance to kill only one cavalry might not be that cost-effective, but seeing Jarvan's commanding ability and soldiers' execution efficiency, Reggie saw hope of victory.
When he arrived at the top of the city, Reggie tried his best to imitate the senior figures on TV, hugging and shaking hands with the soldiers on the front line one by one, and expressing cordial condolences.
The first soldier hugged Reggie with a grimace, as if he was hugging a wild boar.
The second soldier shook hands with Reggie, then found a rag in disgust and wiped his hand vigorously.
The third soldier pretended not to see Reggie.
The fourth warrior was an archer in his forties. The veteran wiped some snot on his hands and expressed that he did not want to shake hands with Reggie.
Reggie licked his lips and took his hand back.
"Well done, everyone!" Reggie waved his fist vigorously, but no one wanted to look at him.
"Great job!" Reggie shouted again, and a veteran spit on the ground, which was the only response to Reggie.
In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Reggie looked around to see if he could find a topic that would arouse everyone's interest.
He saw a corpse on the hillside, the only enemy body crushed by a boulder.
"Who killed this enemy! Come forward!" Reggie looked at everyone excitedly.
A spearman in his thirties sneered: "Sir, do you want to send us to the gallows again?"
Compared to the previous indifference, this soldier actually ignited the atmosphere on the city.
"Look, the Lord is angry again!"
"Those who kill enemies must be severely punished, right?"
"If he doesn't punish us, how can he please the prince and ask for his forgiveness?"
"Enough!" The angry Jiawen stopped everyone, "The Lord wants to reward the brave warriors. Who killed that enemy? Stand up bravely!"
After a long silence, a young soldier stood up.
"It was the enemy I killed," the soldier pointed at the hillside and said, "I judged his escape direction and made some adjustments to the rolling stones."
He introduced the adjustment method. To put it simply, it is to adjust the placement position of the rolling stone based on the traveling trend of the enemy's war horse.
Reggie nodded and said with a smile: "Young man, what's your name?"
Batchelor said from the side: "My lord, he looks older than you."
"Don't interrupt, Grand Maester." Reggie knew that he was only seventeen years old, but he had to act more mature when pretending to be cool.
The soldier replied: "My name is Roland Field."
Jiawen said aside: "Roland is the smartest soldier in the forward army. In several battles, he killed more than ten enemies."
"Nineteen, my lord," Roland said. "Eleven died under the rolling stones, and eight died under the spears. I left their weapons."
Those who know how to summarize results and retain evidence are destined to become outstanding talents. Reggie admired this young man very much. He whispered to Jiawen: "Is the roster ready?"
Jiawen whispered a few words to a soldier, who quickly brought some pieces of parchment.
"The names of all the soldiers are on it," Jiawen said. "In addition, we also found the names of those who died in battle."
Reggie counted carefully and found that there were a total of two hundred and sixty-seven militiamen.
"Roland Field!" Reggie found his name on the roster, "As the lord of Broken Snow City, I now appoint you as the captain of the first team of the first army infantry battalion!"
First Army? Infantry Battalion? First Team?
Everyone looked at Reggie in surprise. The long list of nouns he just said made them very confused.
"On our position, there are a total of two hundred and sixty-seven brave warriors," Reggie explained. "You will be divided into twenty teams, each team has a captain, and the twenty teams will be
Divided into three battalions, namely infantry battalion, archery battalion and cavalry battalion, each battalion will have a battalion commander, and all of you will be commanded by the first knight Jiawen Gusta. Now, cheers!"
No one cheered, including Roland, because they didn't know why they were cheering.
A soldier asked: "Do you want to make Roland a knight?"
"Uh...I don't have the right to make knights for the time being." These people are really greedy.
"Then what's the use of this captain?"
Roland was a little helpless, these shallow people didn't understand the concept of leadership.
"Soldiers in each team must obey the command of the captain."
"So what?"
Okay, let’s talk about something practical.
"At the end of the war, the captain will be rewarded with seven gold coins, and the battalion commander will be rewarded with ten gold coins!"
This time everyone reacted. One gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred silver coins, which is equivalent to the annual income of an ordinary family.
"Is this true, my lord?" Varese, the cook, asked loudly, "will you really give us money?"
With a calm smile, Reggie replied: "Of course I won't lie to you. Every soldier will receive a reward! Ordinary soldiers will receive a reward of five gold coins, as well as soldiers who died in battle..."
Reggie turned the parchment to the last page, which contained the list of the dead. Just as he opened his mouth, he was hit in the face by a ball of mud.
This ball of mud is very sticky and thick. It may contain some other ingredients and has a very special taste.
"Go to hell! Lord shit! For the sake of God, spare them!" Vares shouted, "They are already dead, what else do you want!"
Reggie spit out the mud in his mouth and tried his best to explain: "I didn't think about it, I just wanted to give them a reward."
"Hahahahaha!"
There was laughter from the top of the wall, laughter full of sarcasm and anger.
"Lord Shit! Can you be honest!" A young cavalryman laughed, "You took our list, didn't you just want to dedicate our heads to the prince?"
Another archer said: "You are not qualified to kill us, let alone insult those brothers who died in battle!"
An older infantryman shouted: "We fight for Shattered Snow City, not for you!"
"Go away! Go and cry to the political officer!"
"Go away! Go to the Grand Maester's house and drink milk!"
Reggie left the city silently. Jiawen, who was following behind him, kept explaining something, but Reggie didn't listen to a word.
After inheriting the body and identity of "previous Reggie", you must fill the hole dug by "previous Reggie". This is the rule of the game, and there is nothing to complain about.
The soldiers detested him, the political officers insulted him, and the grand masters said nothing, but they must have despised him in their hearts.
He is the lord of Broken Snow City, but except for the first knight and the captain of the guard, almost no one in Broken Snow City respects him, and no one even cares about him.
These are the facts before him, which he must face.
Dignity must be fought for by oneself, provided that he can win this war.
"Knight Gusta," Reggie grabbed Jiawen's shoulders and smiled, "You don't have to send me off. Just stay here with the soldiers."
Jiawen said: "They are all rough people, you must not..."
"I won't care about these, I deserve these..." Reggie took a deep breath and said, "Do you still remember my tactics? I will gather the enemies on the hillside, and you have to let the cavalry
Be prepared."
"My lord," Jiawen still refused to agree with this tactic, "we really can't let the trebuchet..."
"First Knight Jarvan Gusta! Look into my eyes!" Reggie put his face close to Jarvan and whispered, "Look at me and tell me, do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, my lord!" Jiawen answered without hesitation.
"That's good, my first knight!" Reggie said, "Trust me and do as I say. Divide the soldiers into three battalions, and each battalion into different squads to prepare the cavalry for battle.
, I will lead the enemy to the hillside, you must believe me!"
After bidding farewell to Jiawen, Reggie quickly walked back to the city.
Archmaester Batchelor said from behind: "Lord, although those soldiers are very rough, they at least said one thing right. My milk is really good. Do you think about it..."
"Thank you for your kindness, my lovely Grand Maester!" Reggie grabbed the Grand Maester's hand, fearing that the old guy would run away. "I will drink your milk tomorrow. There are still many things waiting for you to do today. First,
Go back and write a letter to the royal capital for me, telling our king that I need reinforcements, I need food, I need weapon supplies, and there are many more things I need. You should spend more time and think about it. In addition,
I want to invite the wine shop owner Vares to a dinner, and I need you to arrange a private place for me. I remember that you have many craftsmen in your family, so bring them here."