Take Taobao with you to another world

This is certainly enough.

After winter ended and the busy spring season passed, the military workshop started imitating various weapons as planned.The total amount of iron and steel accumulated in the small blast furnaces moved to the vicinity of the mine has exceeded 120 tons, and the production of agricultural tools and standard cold weapons consumes part of it. cost input compared.Travelers basically have a mentality called "planning for a rainy day" or "delusion of being persecuted". Yun Shen is aware of his own disadvantages and advantages. Against the existing rules of this world.

According to the several representative wars that Fan Tianlan experienced during his mercenary period, Yun Shen made several tables, using data to compare the combat effectiveness of conventional arms in the world, and also calculated the impact of additional factors such as mages and magicians on the war , and after the training of the reserve team initially showed results, he and Fan Tianlan Takla and others conducted several deduction on the sand table and two small-scale exercises in actual combat.Judging from the summary report submitted by the reserve team, when the number of strength talents participating in the battle is less than ten, equipped with the firepower configuration that can be produced under the existing conditions, with the reserve team's current combat strength of 850 people, it can be used in positional warfare. Confronting an enemy more than ten times larger, the casualty rate is less than 15%. If it is mobile warfare, the intelligence means to maintain absolute superiority, this ratio will be further increased.

If Yun Shen is willing, the size of the reserve team can be at least doubled based on the current population of the settlement, but the ongoing construction will definitely be affected. After the basic machinery is in place, it is limited by electricity and factory buildings When schedule constraints cannot form scale production, the size of the reserve team is the result of trade-offs and compromises.In this world, people with sufficient strength and talent have the privilege of owning private armed forces. Although they often concentrate their resources on a small number of elite fighters, few people will set up an army for their own territory. Training, an army built to fight against enemies that are several times the number of your own.

The contract that Yunshen signed with Ska back then included wartime alliance clauses, and both parties to the contract knew very well that if a war broke out, this batch of immigrants with complex composition would not have any possibility of becoming the main force, so those clauses were based on the "sorcerer" strength.A powerful talent with strength is comparable to an army in battle. No matter how much Scar despises those fake little human mages, he can't deny this, especially after Yun Shen has already told him After proof.

The opportunity to fulfill the contract came earlier than the two parties imagined, and the target was not expected. The war in the human kingdom somehow entered an unreasonable state of balance, and they encountered chaos within the orc empire.Even though the amount of weapon assistance was considered generous, some people in Sacher could not help but criticize in private when they saw that the magician only sent a mere hundred people to participate in the battle, and he had no intention of participating.The werewolves, who are quite confident in their own combat power, don't think that humans can play any role on the battlefield. What they really look forward to is the magician's shot. After the god statue appeared on the battlefield, this idea became especially strong .

Yet the almost-forgotten human squad repaid the slights with their victories.

The courage to go straight into the enemy's line is worthy of respect, and more importantly, the period they chose and the results of the battle-the body of the eldest son of the tiger clan leader only paid the price of two serious injuries and seven minor injuries. In the case of full pursuit, this loss can be regarded as a complete retreat.Strength is the passport of dignity. When the tactical meeting was held again, the orcs spontaneously made way for the leader of this human team.

"Ogg is here." Sitting at the head of the seat, Boss said that he had gained part of his authority in the battle, "The core of his army is more than 500 tiger warriors, and the periphery is at least [-] people The affiliated races are also stronger than the enemies we defeated the day before yesterday, and they have at least two high-level shamans."

"They are very powerful, and we are not bad," said a werewolf commander, "It's just that there are too many wastes holding back."

This sentence made the faces of the fox clan in the tent look uneasy, but there was nothing to refute. Only the patriarch Aquinas sitting next to Perth remained calm, "How many people do we have?"

"Sachel has [-] warriors, and Hekel has [-] warriors." A fox clan centurion whispered.

There is a gap of at least 2000 troops.

"In a head-on battle, we have little chance of winning." Aquinas patriarch said.

Someone snorted coldly, but it was just a snort. Boss said: "Sahir's warriors outside and Sahir's reinforcements are on their way, but we can't count on them. The strength of the Ogg tribe is indeed strong, and so is the patriarch Ogg. Known to be cunning and good at fighting, if we fight recklessly, we will not be sure of victory."

Even the leader of the commanding army said this, causing many orcs to cast their gazes over for a while, and a werewolf asked aloud: "What does this mean? Because there are fewer people than them, we have to admit defeat?"

"Sachel never backs down on the battlefield," Gray Wolf Keel said.

Next to Fan Tianlan, Takla raised the corners of his mouth in an inexplicable way.

"Never in my life have I ever chosen to surrender," Boss said. "What I'm saying is, we can no longer fight in an easy way against an enemy like this."

"What do you mean?" asked the orc who didn't know why.

Patriarch Aquinas turned his gaze to one part of the tent, and Perth said, "It's best for you to explain this point, Arslan."

Under the different eyes of the orcs, the black-haired young man stepped out.

In the huge tent five kilometers away from here, the tiger patriarch sat on the couch, looking deeply at his subordinates kneeling on the ground.The bloody smell from the wounds that were not bandaged wafted in the air. Apart from the proof of the battle, it was more from the criss-crossing whips on the back of this young tiger man. The centurion, who had already started to tremble uncontrollably, did not show any pity in Ogg's eyes.

There was only boiling killing intent in his heart.

He was silent until the guards couldn't help but move his body slightly, and finally said: "Your graveyard is not here."

The centurion slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "The patriarch..."

"If you really want atonement, die on the battlefield," Ogg said. "Bring him to the Shaman Abiri."

After the centurion who survived the humiliating defeat was dragged down, a gray-haired orc with brown eyes came over, "The patriarch."

"Star," Ogg cast his gaze outside the tent, "send a team over there."

"Yes." The gray-haired orc bowed, "What is your will—"

"Send Togg's body back, and I will keep their women and children." Ogg said, "If you don't agree, let the guy who killed him come before me. I and the Yale shaman are very good." Want to meet him."

"Yes, I'm going now." The gray-haired orc bowed and retreated. Ogg stayed where he was for a while, then suddenly got up, and strode towards the outside of the tent with a sullen face. A group of muscular tiger men The guards followed closely behind him.

Not long after, in addition to the envoys of the Ogo tribe, twenty werewolf heads came to the patriarchs of Perth and Aquinas.Seeing such a unique gift, Perth's face became as ugly as Ogg's before. The werewolves and foxes standing beside him clamored. Perth clenched his fists, but Patriarch Aquinas spoke out before him. : "So in the eyes of Patriarch Ogg, his important eldest son is only worth the twenty heads?"

"Of course more than that." The gray-haired mongoose frowned, and replied in a slightly accented common language, "The patriarch appreciates your courage very much. If you can return the body of Lord Toge, with the mercy of the patriarch, we will let you go." Both Schell's and Huckle's sparks will be allowed to survive."

"This is really compassionate." Patriarch Aquinas said coldly.

"Of course." The mongoose laughed. "There are not many tribes that can be honored like this. Maybe you don't know it. In fact, Master Ogg has always disliked dealing with burdens."

"Then there is nothing to say." Boss said, pressing the handle of the knife with his left hand on his side, and the sharp edge slowly slipped out of the wooden sheath, "I have received the sincerity of the Ogg tribe, and in return, I have nothing to say." It can be given, except to send your heads back as they are—"

"Boss... Commander, killing an envoy is a cowardly act." When he sensed Boss' killing intent, the short mongoose stepped back two steps, and two tiger men stepped up diagonally from behind to block him. before him, almost blocking him completely, then the mongoose took out a black egg from the leather pouch on his waist, and raised his hand towards Perth, "And this recklessness will cost you dearly , this was given to me by the shaman of Yale for self-defense, you don’t want to try the fog of the Hundred Poison Mist Swamp again, do you?”

Perth hesitated for a moment, and the mongoose immediately said, "Here is the toxin that Master Yaleli spent seven days collecting in the Hundred Poison Swamp, which is enough to kill hundreds of people here."

"So it's this..." A werewolf who had participated in the pursuit gritted his teeth. Boss glared at the mongoose who was hiding behind, but he stopped after seeing the black egg thrown by the man.

"Then get out!" He sternly shouted, "Tell Ogg, I will remember everything today, and then give it all back to you on the battlefield!"

"I came here with sincerity, but it's a pity that you can't feel it." The mongoose seemed to feel sorry for this, "I also brought an invitation from Lord Ogg, which seems unnecessary now. This is your last chance before seeing Lord Ogg's real anger."

After all, Boss drew his sword, and with his movement, a burst of light came out of the sheath, and the werewolves all took a step forward. Even with the fog eggs as their support, the tiger men in the messenger team couldn't help but change their colors. The mongoose man still had the same expression.

"As far as I am concerned, I really want to see how the well-known Sachel in the southeast can do in front of Mr. Ogg." The mongoose said, and then a smile appeared on his ageless face, "Desperately!" Come on, young people."

The veins on Perth's forehead were twitching, and the patriarch Aquinas also had a rare dignified look on his face. It was not until the tiger man and his party were far away from sight that Fan Tianlan, Takla and others turned out from behind the tent.Takla put his hands behind his head, looked at the direction where the tiger man was leaving, and said, "That old guy seems to be interesting."

Boss turned around with a dark face, and walked straight towards them. Fan Tianlan still had that expression that nothing seemed to be able to shake him. Maybe it was because of his good looks. Seeing those black eyes looking at him so calmly, Boss also calmed down a little. .

"You should have heard that, that was Ogg's provocation." Boss said, "I will not respond to him, everything is still according to our plan."

"There is no need to change the plan," Fan Tianlan said, "but I have another opinion."

"What?" Boss was taken aback.

"We want that old guy, do you have any objections here?" Takla said beside him.

"What are you trying to do?" Boss frowned, "On that guy—"

"Toxic?" Takla said, "That's not a problem." Then he turned to look at his captain.

"The responsibility rests with me." Fan Tianlan said.

Ogg was not surprised that the servant came back later than expected, even if the mongoose died there, there was nothing surprising. What did not surprise him was that all the mongooses came to his camp with the mongoose except the werewolves. There were actually two or three humans, and the tall young man at the head had extremely rare black hair and black eyes.In terms of human beings, this young man whose appearance is hard to ignore is quite tall. However, surrounded by a circle of half-naked tiger men, this man with slender hands and feet seems a bit slender in comparison.

"The Remnant?" Ogg slowly wiped the blade of the sword with a piece of linen cloth. The rough cloth was stained with wet marks, and even from a distance, he could smell the smell of fresh blood.

"The bereaved." Fan Tianlan said, "Your son died at my hands."

The atmosphere in the tent froze immediately, Ogg stopped wiping his sword, and finally looked at the group of people.

"So you killed Togg." Ogg said word for word, "Why?"

"The battlefield." Fan Tianlan said.

Ogg laughed, and then he stood up, "Then you must not know that, among all the sons, he is the most likely to inherit my position."

Fan Tianlan didn't need to answer this question. If that tiger man had no status, why did he kill him?

"I'll kill you," Ogg said, "skin you whole, stuff them with grass, hang them on a flagpole for my archery, cut off the meat piece by piece, and roast them over coals to let My sons ate it bite by bite, and I dug out the heart with my own hands. While I did all this, I will keep you alive. At the end I will smash your bones and throw them all into the river."

Following Ogg's gloomy description, something seemed to spread out from him, and the tiger men in the tent gradually gathered in the middle. The werewolves and humans standing behind Fan Tianlan took defensive postures, but they were coming in. He had been asked to unload his weapon before, almost unarmed, only Fan Tianlan's eyes still fell on Aoge.

"Is that what you want to do?" he asked.

"Of course not only that." Ogg said coldly, and the next moment he shouted, "Do it, Pissari!"

The surrounding tigers immediately rushed up, and the faint airflow around Ogg's body suddenly appeared like a twisting thick black snake, and kicked the tiger who was about to block in front of him. Suddenly a dagger appeared, and Fan Tianlan bit his body. Just as those virtual teeth were about to touch his body, a white and slender hand stretched out from the side, and it shattered with one grasp. Protector of the head.

Meravia, whose silver hair was tied in a turban, raised her head and looked at the woman who showed her figure behind Ogg. She was wearing a long robe, holding a mallet-shaped magic weapon, and was tattooed with totems from her wrists to her face. The woman's identity was so obvious, Meravia looked at her with pale gold eyes and smiled slightly.

The fight ended as quickly as it began, and even with Ogg's strength and reflexes well beyond his apparent age, the racial disadvantage was irreversible.Fan Tianlan lifted Ogg from the ground, his fingers could easily crush the opponent's throat, but the use of the dagger was to show an attitude.The tiger man in the tent stopped attacking at this point. Seeing the abducted patriarch screaming in anger, the Bisari shaman was standing nearby, but his eyes were wide open, his throat was rattling, and he remained motionless.

"It really is you... No, it's you." Ogg lost his composure for a moment and then calmed down. Not seeing the gloomy madness just now, he squinted at the black-haired young man beside him, "It's obviously a human being, why did you meddle in the affairs of the Orc Empire? ? What did the werewolf give you?"