"The demonic beasts ran away! They all ran away! "
Cheers rang out in the camp. The demonic beasts that had gathered at the entrance of the passage dispersed like a tide, leaving only piles of corpses. The machine gunner released the trigger only to find that his thumb joints were numb from the shock, and the barrel that had not been replaced in time was faintly glowing dark red. According to the shooting regulations, it was obviously scrapped.
"They look scary, but they're not that good in a fight."
"They're not as scary as the church's God's Punishment Army."
"They're just a group of beasts after all."
"What nonsense are you talking about, beasts? You take a hunting bow and compete with them? Three years ago, these beasts stirred up the entire Western Region. It was His Majesty who changed everything, understand? "
"Yes, yes, captain!"
"If you have time to celebrate, change the barrel first. Really."
Edith stood at the rear of the camp, looking at the busy but orderly soldiers of the First Army with a thoughtful look. Since she followed Roland's army to participate in Operation Tooth Extraction and the church's resistance, she had been thinking about how to exert the maximum power of firearms if she was in command.
There was no doubt that this was a brand-new army, completely different from the Knight Regiment and the Mercenary Regiment. It was not easy to forget the glorious experience of leading a charge and relying on excellent weapons and individual bravery to achieve victory. However, when she realized that the Knight Regiment could not compete with the new army, she resolutely abandoned the part of experience that she was good at and turned to carefully observe His Majesty's every move. After today's actual combat verification, she found that her thinking was basically correct.
The most remarkable feature of firearms was that they could kill the enemy at a very high efficiency in places that the enemy could not reach, and did not have to consider the problems of distance and physical exhaustion. Therefore, the narrower the shooting range, the more concentrated the firepower. As long as the supply could keep up, they could fight from morning to night without stopping.
The front line, which was only enough for three or four Knight Regiments to charge side by side, was crammed with two squads of soldiers. The arrangement of three machine guns was not because they could not fit more, but because they were limited by the number of machine guns and bullets. Even so, the fierce firepower made it difficult for the hybrids to move forward. They did not need to aim, nor did they need to use physical strength, they only needed to pull the trigger. When the enemies were too densely packed, she even saw a thick mist of blood rise from the entrance of the cave.
If His Majesty was in charge, he probably wouldn't be able to do a better job.
The only thing she couldn't fathom was the demonic beast's actions.
Obviously, some of the enemies had basic intelligence. When they saw that it was difficult to break into the cave, many demonic hybrids began to linger outside the cave. Occasionally, they would call out, but they did not move forward. It was as if they were encouraging other demonic beasts to die. But if they had the ability to think, why would they obey the instructions of the strange cry? Demonic beasts, on the other hand, did not need to maintain such a relationship. As long as they escaped into the Barbarian Lands, they could live on their own, unlike humans, who were unable to live apart from their group.
Could it be that there was some kind of connection between the demonic beast and the owner of the voice that she couldn't understand, and that this connection was even above survival?
It was hard for her to imagine this.
"Maybe after the exploration, I'll ask His Majesty Roland for his opinion," Edith thought.
Now in Neverwinter, only His Majesty could surprise her, or in other words, make her unfathomable. This kind of unfathomable did not refer to his character, but to his thoughts. Every time she talked with him, she could not help thinking about how broad a person's mind could be.
"Miss Edith, you've really helped me a lot this time …" Brian's voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around and saw that the young officer's face was full of gratitude. "When I do the post-war report, I'll definitely report your merits to His Majesty!"
"It's just what I should do." Edith smiled. "And I wasn't sure it would work at that time, so you didn't have to mention my suggestion in the report …"
"How can I do that!" Brian shook his head repeatedly. "His Majesty said that the army is a place that only cares about the results, not the process. A victory is a victory. If I hide your merits because of this, I'll be no different from a thief, and it'll be unfair to you! "
"Alright …" The Pearl of the Northern Region shrugged. "If you insist."
"Of course." At this point, he paused for a moment, then stood up straight and saluted. "In addition, I now understand what you meant by trust. The First Army appreciates your suggestion, but I still have a lot of things to do. Please excuse me. "
Looking at the back of the Gun Battalion commander, Edith suddenly understood why His Majesty chose a patrol captain of the border post to serve in the army. Merits were the basis for Knight to ask for rewards from the lord, and it was also the last thing that His Majesty wanted to share with others. As for forgery and lying, there were countless examples, and even her trusted subordinates could not prevent it.
Although the details of the First Army were different, in general, promotions and rewards were still linked to merits. Moreover, she was not a member of the army, and even if the other side completely concealed this matter, she could not take the initiative to argue with His Majesty. Just for the sake of being fair, he could share the benefits that he could easily reap with others. In fact, this former patrol captain was already more like a knight than most knights.
Loyal to His Majesty and upright, that was probably the reason why Roland had entrusted him with such an important task. His commanding ability and knowledge could be cultivated, but it was difficult to change his character. Edith had long noticed this. The spirit and momentum of His Majesty's First Army were completely different from those of the Knight's in the past, and could be said to be completely new. Perhaps the key to forging this army was to give up the power of the nobles and only choose the civilians to join the army, coupled with the ideological education mixed in the primary textbooks.
And now, she had left her name in the army.
…
Half a day later, Roland received the news that the situation had been alleviated. At this time, the urgent 100 reinforcement troops had boarded the ship and set off, and more reinforcements were also packing up and waiting for the departure order. Even the newcomers of the Witch Union, Annie, Broken Sword, and the others were ready to support. From City hall to the First Army, the whole of Neverwinter was on guard, more nervous than when they were attacked by demonic beasts, but in the end, it was a false alarm.
The messenger was still Maggie. Looking at the latter's raised head and slightly open mouth, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. He took out some beef strips from the drawer and sprinkled them on the table, and the latter immediately pecked them happily.
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