"Modelair?" Chris felt like he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
But he still spoke and said to the Model in front of him: "Mr. Model, what kind of position do you want to get by coming to me like this?"
"Are you the Grand Duke of Ellenhill?" Mordeler looked at the young man on horseback in front of him with an expression of disbelief. He always thought that the Grand Duke of Ellenhill had the ability to conquer the world in just over a year.
, Lian Kemeen, Ferry, Tubao and Beijun must be some age.
But the Chris in front of him was really too young, so young that Modler was a bit intimidated. Being with such a young man would be much more stressful than being with a middle-aged Grand Duke.
"If there is no second Archduke Ailancier, I think I am the person you are talking about." Chris laughed heartily and introduced himself: "I am Ailancier Chris, Ai Lancier."
The Grand Duke of the Landhill Principality...what about you?"
"Me? I'm actually a general." Mordeler was stunned for a moment after hearing Chris's question. He really didn't expect that after he announced his family name, some people didn't recognize him.
To talk about his experience, it can be regarded as a level that can serve as the protagonist of a biographical novel. In his early years, as a civilian, he relied on the defensive battle against the Dothan Empire in the south, and was promoted from a soldier of the Arant Empire to a
The youngest senior commander ever.
Because of his bravery in combat and excellent command, Dothan's senior officials hated him and gave him the nickname "Mr. Bastard". However, the southern frontier army of Alant affectionately called him "General Victory".
However, after going through hundreds of battles, he failed to become a hero in Arant. During a political struggle, he was expelled from the military for offending General Zorn, and did not even receive a penny of settlement allowance.
, and left the military camp he loved.
Frustrated, there was no news from him from then on. Who knew he would live in seclusion in the vast sea in the north until today.
"General?" After hearing this answer, Chris finally remembered why he was so familiar with this name.
He had read some books about war in Arant before and saw this name. It said that Modell was a very powerful commander, but there was no detailed description of this person.
Similarly, Des also mentioned General Mordelaire to him, thinking that he was a general who could be recruited, with noble moral character and a godlike military skills.
It is a pity that Chris, who thinks he does not have much capital, does not have the ability to "recruit heroes from all over the world". He can only discover talents in the territory he controls and cultivate as many reserve talents as possible to fill his gap.
of employment gaps.
The proportion of foreign defectors in Chris' camp is actually not large. Currently, there are only Des, Gurlo, and a naval commander, Lawns.
Now, with a general who was highly praised by Des standing in front of him, Chris really felt flattered and unreal.
He had heard about the protagonists in novels who met a younger brother and worshiped him immediately. But when he really encountered such a thing, he realized how good it felt.
This is really a kind of destiny, and heroes and famous people are all following around. Chris smiled sheepishly, pulled himself back to reason, and asked: "Why did you come to seek refuge with me?
"
Modell heard this question, looked at the artillery that was ready to go off in the distance, and replied: "I saw the siege battle your troops just conducted. This... this weapon is really strong.
.I think that if you have such a force, you may need a decent commander."
"So, do you think you are such a 'decent' commander?" The smile on Chris's face became more obvious, and he looked at the rather conceited general in front of him again with great interest.
"If you don't mind, you can let me try." This time, Modell was a little more modest. He was not a famous official, he was just a marginalized general.
What he wants is a position, a position where he can continue to command the army, win victories, and reflect his value. So that he can prove how stupid those who kicked him out of the army were.
Now, there was such an opportunity before him: if he could command such a force, then he, Modler, might really be able to regain his glory. So he came and volunteered without any intention of backing down.
Chris wanted to test whether this Mordelair had any real ability. He pointed at the military formation in the distance with his riding crop and asked: "You should also have seen my army in the distance...
…how does it feel?”
"Powerful! I have to say that your army can be said to be the strongest mortal army in the world." Modell praised him for a few words first, and then changed the subject: "However, they can still be stronger.
of."
"Tell me about it." Chris didn't mind having an expert look at his troops. Even if the other party didn't hit the point, it could be used as a reference.
Modell thought for a while and replied: "Let's talk about the training of the army first. This army is obviously a new recruit. Their training is very inadequate. According to my standards, they have not even passed the qualification line."
Chris very much agrees with this. He originally launched this war hastily under the premise of being in a hurry. The training of the troops was seriously insufficient, which was something he knew in advance.
Then, Modell continued to talk about what he considered to be the key points: "These soldiers are only fighting with powerful weapons. Without these powerful weapons and equipment, they would be reluctant to even stand in front of the enemy."
"Actually, this is already very good. I don't know how difficult it is to train the use of new weapons, but it is an achievement to be able to make soldiers reach this point. However, I think it can be better, that's all."
Modell explained something, which calmed Chris's mood.
"However, when it comes to weapons, that's another story... Your weapons are so powerful that they can hit enemies thousands of meters away. This is something that bows and arrows cannot do." He raised the weapon again.
, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of Chris's unit.
Just like before, after praising Chris, Mordeler brought up the problem again: "However, none of your soldiers are wearing armor. This is another quite serious problem."
He pointed to the grenadiers in the front row: "Maybe you are too confident in your weapons and believe that no one can break through your weapons and engage in close combat with your troops. But you ignored it.
One problem is that when you fail to take advantage of your own strengths, you are doomed to fall into a disadvantage."
Without seeing the strange expression on Chris's face, Modell continued: "For example, now, you don't dare to send your soldiers to attack Hanhai City. Because once you enter the range of the bow and arrow, you will not be able to fight without armor and shields.
The troops will inevitably suffer unbearable casualties."
"So, you can only wait steadily, waiting for the opponent to surrender or the city wall to be destroyed by the explosion. If you have a group of 200 heavily armored soldiers at this time, you will not have to wait in the wilderness at this time, but have already invaded
Hanhai Castle." Mordeler talked eloquently and expressed his various opinions.
Chris didn't bother to explain this to Modlair: limited by the common sense of this world, Modlai couldn't predict what Chris's technical weapons could achieve, so he couldn't predict it.
You may know what Chris will transform his army into in the future.
When modern weapons and equipment such as tanks and aircraft appear on the battlefield, the small problem of soldiers not having armor will no longer be a shortcoming or shortcoming.
Of course, Chris would not be harsh on Modell. In his opinion, someone with such insight is already a very good commander. Hearing Modell emphasize on logistics and other aspects,
, Chris was already very satisfied with the general who came to his door.
"Let's do this! General Modell! You come with me here to see how our troops fight... When we return to Seris, we will discuss your position and duties." Chris considered it for a moment.
Use your words carefully and express your thoughts carefully.
The calmness he showed that was not in line with his age actually made Modeller somewhat relieved: in his opinion, young age was the weakest shortcoming of this lord. Without this shortcoming, Ailan
Hill has no weaknesses anymore.
"Thank you, His Majesty the Grand Duke, for taking me in!" Modell didn't waste any words. He stood there and looked at the artillery position over there: Compared with the infantry, which had never performed well, he was still more capable of destroying the city than the artillery.
more interested.
In fact, this is not his fault, because he did not see how dazzling the performance of these grenadiers without armor in the battle of the bunker was.
"Boom!" With the beginning of a salvo, a new attack began. After 30 shells faintly fell behind the wall of Hanhai Castle, Modell finally decided to fight for his new
The owner, Chris, has done a great job.
He turned sideways, put his right fist on his chest, and suggested: "Your Majesty! I am willing to go to Hanhai City to persuade you to surrender... so that your Majesty can save you some effort. After all, Lord Wilkes and I
There is still a little bit of friendship, maybe we can get them to lay down their weapons and surrender..."