The battlefield where the smoke has not completely dissipated
There were also intermittent screams from the wounded soldiers.
…
The soldiers were carefully cleaning the battlefield, treating the wounded, and giving the orcs who were still alive a blow.
The orcs are not as poor as the ogres. These elite orcs are equipped with sophisticated heavy armor, and the battle axes are also made of high-quality iron materials. Even if the size is not suitable, they can be slightly modified and distributed to some tall quasi-knights.
Or go back and recast it, it will still be very useful to clean up the battlefield.
In particular, the armors worn by the orc army commander Nuno and his adjutant Raf are made of fine iron and some rare materials. They have some resistance to fighting spirit and can be used as inheritance treasures in ordinary earl homes.
, this battlefield is quite exciting to clean up.
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At the edge of the battlefield, Richard sat in an open space, ignoring the bloody corpses not far away, and lit a cigarette.
In his previous life, Richard was an old smoker, but he wasn't addicted to it. As long as he didn't turn on the game, he would only smoke three or four cigarettes a day. If he turned on the game, he couldn't control it. After all, that was the difference between a super god and a super ghost.
However, smoking this thing too much can be harmful to your health. In this life, Richard is relatively restrained. He has never touched it before becoming an adult. Until now, he only smokes a cigarette after fighting to relieve his tense nerves.
"My Lord Marquis, try this, it is definitely the best tobacco leaf."
Seeing Richard sitting in the open space smoking, Hardman, who was a little familiar with him, naturally came over and lit a cigarette he had brought with him.
"call"
"good!"
"As long as the Marquis likes it, these leaves are all hand-picked by me. I have helped my family pick tobacco leaves since I was a child. Until I was sent to the Knight Academy in the royal capital, I planned to make a living from this. The leaves I picked out,
It’s definitely no worse than what the big shots in the capital use.”
"Unfortunately, the taste is still a bit too strong."
Richard took another puff and pointed out the shortcomings of the tobacco leaf.
"I'll pay more attention when choosing next time."
"This has nothing to do with the leaves. The rolling method of this cigarette is too primitive. It may burn your lungs, so you can't smoke it more."
The cigarettes here are somewhat like the dry cigarettes of the past life, and they are also relatively primitive dry cigarettes. They have a very strong taste, and Richard was not used to them at first.
"This cigarette has been made this way for generations, but it does cause some harm to the body."
Needless to say, Richard also felt that this thing was somewhat damaging to the body, but strong men at their level could ignore this little damage.
Richard nodded, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he turned to Harden and asked:
"Is this how the Kingdom's cigarettes are rolled up and put into a single-layer puff?"
"Um?"
Richard's question made Hardman hesitate for a moment, and after thinking about it in his mind, he nodded. It seems to have been this way over the years, and the ones used by the upper nobles in the royal capital are similar to those used by Richard.
It's been handled very delicately.
With Hardman's sudden reminder, Richard suddenly thought about this issue carefully and suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be profitable.
He can't make additives or anything like that, but the principle of filters and the like is relatively simple. If you make it more detailed, don't be so rough, and package it beautifully, just two words: "high-class."
I have to talk to the caravan later about how profitable this thing is. Richard knows very well. Now because of the market, a big spender, and Richard's slightly militaristic military expansion, the Hunter family's finances have been greatly reduced.
It has always been in a tight state.
"Lord Richard."
Just when Richard and Hardman were sitting together, puffing away and relaxing, the half-orc Tarr came over carrying a bloody human head.
The smell of blood on Tal's body coupled with his identity as a half-orc made Hardmen, who had just relaxed, almost pull out his sword nervously.
Fortunately, Richard behaved very calmly, which prevented Hardman from taking any drastic action.
Richard raised his head and looked at Tarr. The head in his hand should be that of the orc adjutant Raph. Although there was only one head left, his eyes were still wide open, with a look of death.
"This is the head of the orc adjutant Raf, please take a look..."
Tarr came here to accept the certificate, and also wanted to test Richard's attitude again. There was no room for him among the orcs, and now Richard's attitude was very important to him.
"Well, come and sit down. After the battle is over, don't keep walking around with your head in your hands. The clerk will record your merits. You will not lose a single cent of the merits that should be recorded. In my case,
All my subordinates are our own, and everyone will be treated equally."
After saying that, Richard asked Tal to sit down and handed him a cigarette. Tal did not refuse what Richard gave him, but he soon coughed,
Regardless of whether it is the orcs or humans, although this thing is not exclusive to the nobility, it can only be afforded by the slightly wealthier people. How can people like Tarr, who have struggled to survive since childhood, have the opportunity to come into contact with it?
I was choked up after the first sip.
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Richard waved his hand to indicate to Tal that he didn't need to continue, and continued:
"From now on, you will be the orc commander under me, responsible for recruiting orcs to join the army."
There can be a thousand orc white wolf warriors in the Western Region. Naturally, Richard will not mind using these orcs to fight, and even the more the better. With the existence of the orc hero Tal, the effect should be seen soon.
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"Not only the orcs in the human kingdom, but also the orcs on the orc side can live normally under my rule from now on."
"The orc side?"
It's okay that Richard didn't mention it. As soon as Richard mentioned the orcs on the orc side, Tal's guilt came up again. In Tal's eyes, the importance of his sister Hypatia was first, and the second was to improve as much as possible.
The miserable life of the half-orcs over there in the orc kingdom,
Now that he, a benchmark figure, has surrendered, when the news reaches the orcs, the already embarrassing situation of the orcs may become even worse.
"Yes, once we take care of the orc kingdom, you will have to rely on you to recruit the orcs over there."
Richard naturally talked about cleaning up the Orc Kingdom. Originally, this kind of thing was a bit rhetorical even for King Ren, but when he thought of the strange soldiers around Richard, and the number of strong men far exceeding a reasonable number, and
Not far away, Chilong was still lying down and resting.
The two listeners, Tarr and Hardman, actually believed a point or two in Richard's bragging for no reason. Maybe Sir Richard can really do it?
"Work hard, you will have a brighter future."
Richard threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, patted Tal on the shoulder, said something sincerely, then left the two of them and walked towards Ron,
He planned to give some more instructions, and then go to the Congress Hall of Stone Castle to receive the reward for this mission.
Although there are not many orc troops this time, the quality is higher than ever before. There are two earth-level warriors, seven or eight orc warriors, and dozens of orcs. The rewards should be quite considerable, and after receiving the rewards as soon as possible, there will be more
I can see the next mission and maybe get some useful information...