"Captain, there's a situation!"
Not long after, a warning sounded on the grassland not far from Cree Village.
The scout who spoke raised his arm and made a "stop" gesture. The other six teammates immediately pulled on the reins and moved in unison.
In the distance, there was a figure on a horse galloping towards them.
The scout who spoke immediately looked at Captain Ruger, who raised his hand and made a tactical gesture to give the order to investigate. The scout who received the order immediately picked up the short bow on the side of his saddle and urged his horse forward.
Behind them, Lu Ge and the others silently picked up their bows and nocked their arrows. Looking at the figure galloping towards them from afar, they had already begun to calculate the angle they needed to shoot. They had practiced this kind of battle preparation countless times, so when they really encountered a situation, there was not a hint of panic on their faces, only the same calmness and calmness.
Not long after, the scout at the front confirmed the identity of the approaching person. The person running towards them was the scout captain of Cree Village, Hank.
After learning this information, Lu Ge frowned deeply. He watched Captain Hank approach him with a pale face. He felt that the anxiety and panic on Captain Hank's face did not lessen at all. Instead, he became even more anxious.
Something big happened.
This was Ruger's first instinct.
"Quick, report the news! Cree Village is under attack! It's the Orc Wolf Riders! A lot — a lot of Wolf Riders! "
The panic in his heart made him stutter. He glanced at the scouts from Norland Village and thought that they would show the same panicked expression as him. However, after repeating his words a few times, he was stunned to find that the scouts did not even have any reaction.
He swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth, and wanted to continue to emphasize what had happened to him, but he only saw the captain named Lu Ge raise his hand to stop him from speaking. He asked coldly, "When? How many enemies are there? "
Such a tone made Hank feel as if the other party was asking him "how old are you?" or "have you eaten today?" There was no extra emotion at all, as if it was a "routine" question. While he was puzzled, he angrily shouted at Lu Ge, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Damn it! Those are Wolf Riders! God, don't you know what Wolf Riders are? Their wargs — "
"I know it's the Wolf Riders."
Ruger frowned and interrupted him again. The old soldier's temper had never been good, especially when he saw this kind of coward who was scared out of his wits. Therefore, when he asked the question for the second time, his tone was filled with undisguised ruthlessness and impatience.
"I'm f * cking asking you when you were attacked and how many enemies there were. Don't you understand?"
"What right do you have to ask me that? I mean — "
Hank was slightly angered by Ruger's words. It was one thing to be afraid of the Wolf Riders, but it was another thing to be scolded by Ruger, who was also a scout captain. But before Hank could finish his words, he saw Ruger pull the bowstring and aim the arrow at his head. "I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I …" I mean, just half an hour ago. No! Twenty minutes ago, there should have been thirty people, maybe thirty-five. They burned the village and ran away. "
Ruger put down his bow expressionlessly and answered casually, "Got it." Then, he turned around and ordered his men, "Cole, go back immediately and report our current location to Roddy. Tell him everything that this guy just said."
"The rest of you, follow me. Remember all the routes and return to Norland Village in batches. Report my location. The Wolf Riders can't attack from afar. They must have a camp nearby, so we can definitely catch up to them before sunset. As for how to deal with them, I will wait for Captain Roddy's orders. "
After arranging the tasks very efficiently, Ruger waved his hand and signaled for a scout to exchange horses with Captain Hank. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Captain Hank, "Where did the Orcs come from? Bring me there now."
"You … Are you crazy? That's more than thirty Wolf Riders! No — Okay, okay, I understand. I'll bring you guys away, I'll bring you guys away! You're all f * cking crazy. Why did I meet a bunch of crazy people? "
Captain Hank's second retort came to an abrupt end when Ruger pulled his bow. He cursed in a low voice, but in his heart, he had a strange illusion of "just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den". His eyes swept back and forth, and he even had the absurd thought of "these scouts are Orcs in disguise"!
But Ruger didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense. He immediately went in the direction that Hank pointed. The team instantly sped up and galloped.
After being forced to run for a distance, Captain Hank gradually realized that this team was different.
The horses of these Norland Village scouts were much taller than the ones he rode before. Looking at the color of their fur, they were actually of good quality. The armor on the scouts was also obviously much better. A few minutes after the team rushed out, the soldiers scattered on both sides actually maintained a similar distance from each other as they galloped at high speed. Each of them had excellent horsemanship and a determined expression …
This kind of feeling brought a kind of pressure to Captain Hank. It was as if these guys were from a completely different world from him.
Could it be … that they weren't scouts from the Lucifron family?
Could it be … that they were going to chase after the Wolf Riders?
Oh my God, what did I do wrong? Is this a f * cking nightmare?
… …
"… So, your task is not to tell them what to do and how to do it, but to give them a kind of faith, let them understand — — 'I can do it!'"
"This is a psychological hint. Usually, you just say a few words of encouragement, but if you keep saying it, no matter who it is, it will affect them. This kind of encouragement is very important. Don't treat it as a child's play. You have to be careful and avoid hurting their confidence."
In Norland Village, the scouts who were carrying out a surprise attack drill were exhausted and sweating profusely. Not far away, Roddy was talking to Carter about something that didn't seem to have much to do with the battle. The latter was trying hard to digest what Roddy had instilled into him. After thinking for a long time, he replied, "I've roughly memorized the content … When I go to encourage them, what should they call my position again? I can't remember … What is it? "
"Political Commissar, remember … call me Political Commissar."
Roddy replied with a serious face.
"Okay, okay, remember … From now on, I will be Political Commissar Carter, hehe." Carter scratched his head. He never thought that he would be appointed to such a position because of his "eloquence". Although it sounded very simple, from Roddy's point of view, it was obviously a very important job.
"Don't laugh foolishly. Remember what you have to emphasize. Obedience to orders is the first priority. Well, the training over there is almost over. Go and encourage them. Aunt Susan has prepared ale. Everyone take a cup to quench their thirst."
"Yes!"
Carter eagerly went to chat with the tired scouts who were sweating profusely. Roddy sat on the side and could hear from afar, "Good job", "You're faster this time", "Boy, you shot very accurately" and so on. After a while, there was the sound of toasting and drinking.
Roddy smiled. The "political commissar" had a great influence on the army. His impression of the "morale boosting" function of the political commissar was not to be mentioned. The most important purpose was to instill the consciousness of "obedience" in the soldiers. Of course, it was not the Lucifron family that was a few hundred miles away, but the ambitious scout captain himself.
Only by firmly grasping the team in his hands could orders be carried out efficiently. This way, Roddy could carry out the next plan with peace of mind.
He had already planned the combat arrangements for the next two months. In short, when the rainy season came in July, he would go to the Orc Kingdom to make some "extra money", increase his level, and at the same time disrupt the situation in the country.
These things sounded a little ridiculous to anyone, but Roddy naturally would not mess around. Those information posts that he had seen on the forum could now be used as strategic intelligence. It seemed that his painstaking efforts as an otaku had not been in vain.
In his mind, he was thinking about the early preparations he had to make. He spun the Whistling Arrows in his hand and compared the angle, center of gravity, and direction of the wind. He began to miss the arrows that he had used when he was at level 59.
Ordinary people might not have the concept, but for those who used bows, the "arrow" had a much greater impact on accuracy than the bow. Therefore, all the arrows used by high-level rangers were basically made with the help of the Wood Elves, a race of perfectionists. Their arrows were extremely consistent and had very few errors, but the only drawback was that they were "expensive"!
Sometimes, Roddy could not help but sigh that these guys were "luxury manufacturers". But when it came to the "Wood Elves", he could not help but think of a chance to "make a fortune".
Roddy remembered that the Wood Elves were originally isolated in the forest. It was only after the start of the server that the village was gradually opened to humans. At that time, because the wine brewed by the Wood Elves was abnormally popular, it immediately became a popular product among the nobles to show off their status. In the first half of the 590 year, many players made a lot of money just by running back and forth in the Silent Forest. When the price stabilized, a lucky player actually obtained the wine-making recipe from a series of quests. The sky-high price he sold it for made Roddy envious for a long time. And the guild that bought the recipe earned an unimaginable amount of money in the first year of the game, becoming one of the veteran guilds in the later stages of the game.
"If I can get in touch with the Wood Elves, even if I can't get the recipe, I can get some fruit wine to sell first. That will solve the urgent problem …"
Roddy muttered to himself. When he saw Carter and the scout resting under the pergola, he then remembered that Ruger and the others seemed to have returned a little late.
"That guy Ruger will probably have to run ten laps today," a scout joked.
One of the scouts joked. Carter, who was at the side, gulped down a mouthful of ale and looked over at Rody, saying, "Captain! Didn't that Sodelor say he was coming today? Do you need me to tell Uncle John and ask him to kill this sheep? "
Roddy raised his eyebrows. Only then did he remember that he had received a letter a few days ago about this matter. He nodded and said, "Go now. I hope it's not too late."
Sodelor was going to bring the scouts from the Fenkes Village to "join" them. He had to go through the procedures and brainwash them, and it would take him about a month to get everything done. A week ago, he had sent a letter saying that he would arrive today with the soldiers. Roddy didn't pay much attention to it. If it weren't for Carter's reminder, he would have forgotten about this matter. Just as he was thinking about how many people he should bring to welcome Sodelor, the sudden sound of hooves in the distance made him turn around.
The scouts sent by Ruger rushed back into Norland Village and began to report everything that had happened. Roddy listened with a serious expression. Then, he looked towards the horizon. The black smoke coming from the Cree Village's combustion chamber made him tighten his grip on the Whistling Arrow in his hand.
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