Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"...That's it in the end, do you understand?"

Next to a thatched house that couldn't tell how old it was, an octogenarian man straightened his back slightly, straightened the crutch in his hand, and asked the young man next to him.

"Wu..." The young man who was asked raised his head, moved his eyes away from the sand paintings on the ground that looked like ghost drawings, looked at the kind-faced old man, and replied with a helpless but helpless expression:

"understood."

"As long as you understand, that's all." The old man who had finished his teachings turned around and walked into his thatched house with a satisfied look on his face. He closed the door with a "clang" and left without any intention of staying. The young man who was being taught was alone outside the door.

Just as the young man, who had experienced such a situation for the first time, maintained his messy posture in the wind, a sound of horse hooves quickly approached.

The young man who heard the sound of horse hooves immediately withdrew his slightly dazed gaze, raised his leg and swept the ground with the sole of his shoe, destroying the sand painting that the old man had just drawn with a cane in order to cooperate with the explanation.

After finishing this matter, the young man who flicked the dust on his clothes with his hands turned his attention to the rider who was less than ten meters away from him.

The rider looked like he came out of the set of an ancient war drama. He was wearing a dark yellow leather armor and a red tasseled leather helmet. When he saw the young man's eyes falling on him, he immediately pulled the reins and completed a complete equestrian outfit. The sudden braking action of the race brought the horse to a sudden stop in front of the young man.

The splashed dust made the young man's actions of taking care of himself useless.

As if matching the look of an ancient war drama set, the dismounted rider walked up to the young man and knelt down on one knee. He clenched his right fist on the ground and said:

"Report, sir, the reconnaissance mission to the enemy camp has been completed, and the general is waiting for your orders at the camp."

"I got it." The young man who froze his posture for a moment sighed slightly and then said in a commanding tone to the rider in front of him who called him "sir":

"Don't move lightly, I'll be right back."

"Nuo" The rider, who had no doubts about the young man's order, bowed his head in agreement, then stood up neatly and turned on his horse. A piece of sand rose up again in the dust that had not calmed down.

In the young man's eyes, a transparent floating window floated beside the rider who was galloping away. In the floating window were several paragraphs of comments composed of different words.

To put it in simpler terms, this is the golden finger owned by the new time traveler named Milin...or one of the golden fingers.

As for why it was said to be "one", when thinking of this, the new time traveler Milin withdrew his gaze from the cavalryman who had turned into a black dot and looked to his side.

In less than three minutes, the thatched house where an old man with "profound knowledge" lived just now had disappeared.

The village not far away was still filled with smoke, and the villagers living in it did not suffer any confusion because of the disappearance of a house, as if the original thatched house and the old man living in it did not exist.

These "ancient villagers" who still maintain the habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset have no idea that in just half an hour, an old man dressed in the same style as them taught Milin a complete set of "Qu" "High Speed ​​Engine" manufacturing technology.

Milin has encountered similar experiences three times since he traveled to this world, which can only be regarded as an ancient society in terms of production relations and productivity.

Including the "warp engine manufacturing technology" learned this time, Milin also learned "hyperspace core manufacturing technology" and "subspace engine and Geller force field manufacturing technology"

And it is 100% unreasonable. Old men with different appearances but basically the same age and clothing used wooden sticks with different shapes but looked like crutches to draw symbols on the ground for a while. As a learner, Milin Able to learn this technique completely.

As long as Milin is thrown into a civilization with supporting productivity, he can immediately serve as the chief engineer of the XX-type super-light spacecraft engine system without any pressure.

If we are in a civilization that is just one step away from super-light technology and is eager to set its sights among the stars, Yonebayashi with this knowledge will not be able to escape with the result of "leaving his name in history".

The problem is... After Milin's travels in the past few months, he found helplessly that the world he traveled to seemed to be just a very ordinary chaotic medieval world.

There are no well-known countries and regions in historical records. There are only similar human beings using backward weapons to fight one battle after another for familiar reasons.

It can be as small as a village fight involving dozens or hundreds of people, or as big as the suspected battlefield of tens of thousands of people that Milin saw from a distance when he just crossed over.

Milin, who has not even seen gunpowder until now, feels that there is basically no chance of looking for science fiction in this world. Instead, he can look forward to seeing if there is anything magical.

In this environment, it doesn't make much sense to offer those hyperlight engine technologies as "Dragon Slaying Techniques". It's better to learn something more primitive.

If this way of learning knowledge can be regarded as the lottery system that comes with travel welfare, Milin doesn't know whether he is considered a European or an African.

After lamenting his strange luck, Milin waved his hand and summoned a white horse that appeared out of thin air. Before the farmers turned their attention to him, he got on the white horse and left the village leisurely. area.

More than half an hour later, Milin, who had wandered slowly all the way, came to a camp surrounded by a wooden fence and containing about a dozen tents of various sizes.

Seeing Milin's appearance, the sentry on the watchtower near the camp gate picked up the horn hanging behind him and blew a whistle.

Along with the sound of the horn, the closed wooden camp door slowly opened, and soldiers with the same different shapes walked out of the ten tents, which were the same size but had completely different shapes and decorations.

Some were wearing leather armor and holding only a mace in their hands, some were carrying longbows or crossbows, some were dual-wielding spears, and some were holding spears and shields in one hand and wearing an eagle helmet on top of their heads.

Although these soldiers who seem to have traveled through time and space do not have the kind of sharpness that can stop a child from crying at night, they still look much more serious than the "temporary workers" who used Kung Pao chicken lunch boxes on the Hengdian set.

The disadvantage is that the number of people is pitifully small, less than half a hundred in total, and the weapons and arms are also in a mess, giving a lingering feeling of a motley army.

And it is this miscellaneous army of less than fifty people that is the capital for Milin to settle down in this messy medieval fictional world that is always fighting. A little bit of the wealth that you have worked so hard to save.

As for why he still works so hard despite having cheats, Mi Lin can only complain that the pile of cheats he owns must have never been done with user research or are simply half-finished products.

Milin, who once again complained about his golden fingers, suddenly noticed that there was no one outside a tent. Unlike other tents where there were three or five soldiers standing at the door.

Milin, whose expression changed slightly, was not interested in continuing to enjoy the attention of these soldiers. He dismounted and walked quickly to the largest tent in the camp. With the salute of two guards holding halberds, he opened the curtain and left. Go in.