Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Luke used a branch to pick the tattered and smelly monster fur from the chevaux de frise, threw it into the growing gray grass on the side, and then brushed away the scattered residues left on the chevaux de frise.

This kind of fortification, which was cut from logs and slightly burned with flames to make it hard, was very effective in blocking those monsters with low intelligence.

Then he took out the holy water bottle hanging on his waist and sprayed the holy water prepared by the priests of the Holy See on the blackened chevaux de frise soaked in blood. He watched a fist-sized bottle of holy water flow down the half-man-high rough wooden chevaux de frise, wetting the soil.

The fragrance of the holy water quickly covered up the stench of the decaying creatures, and even Luke felt himself breathe deeply.

The howling of an unknown creature in the distance made him stop moving. He carefully hung the bottle of holy water back on his waist and crawled in the dark to the next wooden chevaux de frise that needed to be cleaned.

This was the seventh day since he arrived at the front trench, and the third time he walked out of the trench to clean up the monster corpses hanging on the outer defense line of the trench.

The white defense line was relatively dark because it could diffusely reflect some light. Once it was night...someone at the bottom of the sky island knew what was emitting a faint light, which looked like the starry sky that belonged to this area.

But no one liked to observe those things. The best thing to do after nightfall was to hide in the basement of their own trenches to eat something, and then close their eyes and wait for the new day to come.

The 96th Atonement Army Combat Team was very lucky. As a newly arrived force, they needed to undertake the safest fortification maintenance tasks.

Relatively "safe" fortification maintenance tasks.

There were a large number of caltrops, barbed wire, broken iron pieces, and various kinds of chevaux de frise pits... After a month of being put down, these fortifications would be buried by slowly growing gray vegetation and become underground traps.

The smooth and harmless lawn and dark black soil are obstacles that hinder progress. If you are not careful, you will be scratched by rusty sharp objects.

The advantage of this kind of fortification is that the enemy cavalry will be tied up if they want to come in. No cavalry wants to cross this line of defense full of sharp weapons. The Church has thus completed the partition of an area.

At least Luke has seen a redeemed soldier dragging his wounds back to the trench. The Templar garrison gave him simple treatment but he died a few days later. He was hastily buried in the cemetery behind the defense area with a simple cross.

They are redeemed soldiers. The Church will not waste precious transportation capacity to help them transport their bodies back. Precious transportation capacity should be used to carry truly valuable supplies and wounded.

There are Templars at the front line to provide cheap treatment for them. The centurion said that the priests in their position were wiped out by the enemy's artillery in the last battle, and there is no priest for treatment before the next batch of replenishment.

The healing effect of the Templars can be described as better than nothing. The effect is even better than the potions prepared by alchemists in the trenches... He has never drunk them, but he can recognize the plants here. The potions prepared by these alchemists using plants from the New World... I am afraid they are used as test subjects.

Luke lowered his body and carefully advanced in the front trench area full of traps, using his keen senses to avoid deep pits and traps.

But fortunately, he is a brilliant thief, a thief who does not even have the qualifications to become a stealth.

The thieves don't have their own weapons, and they are not even qualified to receive the standard magic tools of the Church. They can only receive a standard flintlock rifle of the Church as their own weapon.

Luke actually prefers crossbows. Crossbows are quiet, and flintlocks require pulling the trigger, and everyone knows he is here.

But the production cost of enchanted arrows and crossbows is much higher than that of flintlocks. The Church has issued special crossbows and arrows to the Redemption Army, which used to be archers, so that archers can use their silent combat capabilities.

Elite archers can accurately hit targets 200 meters away with arrows, and disappear silently in the ambush forest.

Every time Luke looks at the long guns held by the archers in his combat group, he is envious. If they are not discovered, they can survive well in such a dangerous place.

Even so, he always took his flintlock rifle with him every time he went out, and filled it with shotgun shells in advance. This thing could save his life at a critical moment... or kill the "natives" of this place, gray wolves or other things.

He heard from the centurion that the animals in this place were getting more and more ferocious, and he didn't know why.

One part was to prevent being attacked by wild animals, and the other part was to take the killed monsters to the quartermaster to exchange some items.

A gray wolf could be exchanged for two packs of tobacco or two bottles of alcohol that tasted good, and a brown deer could even be exchanged for a new flintlock rifle and matching ammunition.

Or it could be used to improve the food... The food supplied in the trenches included dry and choking starch cakes, paired with cultivated trench mushrooms, which was the only food for the Redemption Army. If they wanted edible food, they had to go to the quartermaster to buy it.

The Vatican's troops had more green plants than the Redemption Army, but Luke saw the Templars open the captured cans and put the large pieces of pork wrapped in iron sheets on the pie to eat. The smell made his stomach growl.

He took two steps, and the thief's keen intuition made him notice a bright golden light flashing on the ground in the distance.

A bullet.

Luke hurriedly picked up the bullet with a sharp tip, held it in his hand, and carefully studied it in front of the torch.

This was the first time he had picked up a bullet. The pointed bullet, as thick as his index finger, reflected the color of military green and brass under the firelight. The sharp bullet felt a little sharp at this time.

There was a light silver concave ring at the bottom of the bullet, which felt a little cold. There were symbols written on the edge of the ring that he could understand... Maybe it was a rune used to amplify bullets?

He knew which bullet was not found when cleaning the battlefield. Now it was cheap for him. This bullet could be exchanged for a few cigarettes to relax his nerves.

Rubbing the bullet, Luke put it in his pocket.

The rifles in the centurions used this special bullet, which was extremely powerful and could hit whatever was pointed at. The firing rate was many times faster than the flintlock in Luke's hand.

He suddenly felt that if he hadn't encountered the enemy, lying in the trenches on the front line was no different from being in prison. At least there were no jailers who beat people at will... The centurion came to inspect once a day, and sometimes he was too lazy to inspect.

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