Chapter 344

My Villains Chapter 344

59. Plateau (4)

The war in Middle World is a little different from that on Earth.

These people generally have a high threshold for growth in physical abilities. So, if it were Earth, people who would be called superhumans were relatively common, and such people were classed under the name of knights.

Also, quite a few diseases or injuries can be resolved with one prayer from the priest. Even the high-ranking priests on the bishoprics in large cities perform miracles, such as raising cripples and opening eyes in service.

Magic and shamanism are also real, and at the foot of a slightly remote mountain, you will often encounter a sorcerer or sorcerer who trains alone. Of course, this is usually the case with gossipers, and those with skills banded together to form a powerful group or grew stronger under the protection of those in power.

It was only natural that the aspect of the war would change drastically as those with abnormal abilities, such as knights and wizards, became the subjects of the battle.

In order to prevent knights from rushing with their short-lived horses and slicing dozens of infantrymen, iron nets or large crossbows similar to javelins were used in practice. Some people in power even fostered heavy infantry for anti-knight use.

The priest’s treatment was so effective that even the bravery of giving one’s life was relatively cheap. Even if a tendon is cut or a bone is smashed during battle, if you pay three or four silver coins to the church, your body will be restored, and the battlefield will be full of blind men.

Not to mention magic.

Because of the spells that kill many enemies at once, the strategy of maneuvering spread out and then concentrating right before a clash became a basic skill of the army.

Powerful wizards were more powerful in siege than catapults, and with just a few wizards who could handle fireballs, a castle could be reduced to ashes in a matter of days. Therefore, when building a fortress wall, thickness was more important than height, and when building a temporary defensive position, beams built from piles of earth (B) or deep trenches were given priority over wooden fences or watchtowers.

There was one truth that did not change even in this bizarre aspect of war, which was a little unfamiliar to Kim Seung-soo.

It was that a hungry army could not fight.

A knight who cuts down three soldiers with one sword, a wizard who can cast more than ten spells, and a priest who saves a dying life with one prayer must eat to use their strength.

No matter how strong you are, if you are hungry and naked, you will be no different from a street vagabond.

So, even in this world, the equation of ‘a lord who is good at war = a lord who is good at supplying’ was considered common sense.

Like a seasoned lord, Marquis Eabon also knew the importance of supply.

Thanks to this, out of the 1,600 troops initially organized, 400 were Chijungdae (輕重隊). That’s just the ones attached directly to the unit, and there are other troops that maintain the supply line.

I wondered if the ratio of the supply units was too high, but according to General McNeil, the distance from Lianwell, the assembly point, to High Castle, the entire ship, was about 15 days away, so it was just the right size, not too little, not too much.

In addition to this, on the day after defeating the bloody mane mercenaries, a lot of jubo merchants flocked to them.

There were well over two hundred merchants driving carts with white flags running towards them, and it looked like a herd of hyenas looking for a corpse.

General McNeil’s reaction to him was even more puzzling: he called the canton merchants to sell licenses to trade. In a word, he collected the seat rent before setting up a stall next to the garrison.

Not a single merchant expressed dissatisfaction, as if this was a common practice.

The Jubo merchants who started their business like that literally staged a market.

The most common were those who sold fresh vegetables, fruits, and alcohol such as beer and fruit wine. Some brought cows and pigs and dismantled them on the spot.

In addition, all kinds of technicians such as armorsmiths, blacksmiths, balsajangjesa (people who trim horses’ hooves or drive horseshoes) provided services, and there was even a pimp who did business by spreading blankets in the wagon compartment.

Anyway, everyone was great. It’s still January and it’s terribly cold, but seeing them struggling to make ends meet makes me respectful.

Deokinji’s unit, which was rich in wealth and even attached to the main reward merchant, was lively.

No, it wasn’t lively.

It was to the point where I wondered if it was okay to light a fire and play noisily at night in the name of reorganization. More than 300 soldiers were killed in a night raid just a few days ago...

No, maybe the commander, including General McNeil, is trying to change the atmosphere in this way. Apart from the atmosphere of the garrison, it seemed that the vigilance and reconnaissance were running hard.

Whatever the circumstances, there was no particular reason for my reluctance. It’s just that the subordinates loosen up a little, so there’s nothing to worry about because Confair is well under control, and it’s always fun to fill your stomach with fresh vegetables and meat instead of cold or hard bread.

But the thing I liked the most was the shower.

Drinking water is the most important resource for the military, and it was even more precious because this place was already a desolate plateau. The nearest water source was a frozen stream, so washing was something I couldn’t even dream of.

It was Master Limond, the battle mage of Prince Ulkar, who solved these problems at once.

A master of water magic, he pointed the ground with his staff a few times and then ordered his soldiers to dig a little bit. And when he chanted the incantation, water gushed out.

There were as many as five temporary wells made in this way, and the monks Okan and the military chaplains attached to Antrum’s army prayed for purification, and the water was able to be used abundantly.

The shower after a week was so refreshing that it made me want to stay at the garrison as it is.

My private tent built by my subordinates was small but cozy.

The tent was brand new, hand-picked and bought by Esson at Lianwell, and was made of oiled tarandus skin, lined inside and out with cotton. It is basic to block the wind well, and the volume is very small, so it was easy to carry on a cart.

The fact that it has a soundproofing effect is also an advantage. I’ve tried it, but it wasn’t that great.

Liam Summer Song.

A middle-aged swordsman often referred to as ‘arrogant’ Sir Lyam, he was the fourth knight of Ulkar. He’s a nobleman I used to get along with in South Harbor.

“The uncle also talked about you.”

“About me? what?”

“I speak Milano well, but when we talked about it, it was a bit strange because I looked like a foreigner.”

“...well, really. I am from Ireland.” and. He didn’t look like that, but he was a very sharp man.

“Anyway, your lord was really good at what he said. I can see why people follow. Perhaps Count Osse has already been spilled by now?”

“Well, I don’t know, because most of the people who like the prince are knights and low-ranking nobles. Because Count Osse is neither of them.”

“What are you talking about. How crazy are the children for the prince?”

“...It’s a bit awkward since you’re talking about children. Aren’t you a little over twenty at the most?”

“I am different. Original leaders grow up quickly. Especially when you have to lead a nation like me.”

“Ehh.”

I looked down at Atalanta in my arms and asked a question.

“But do you really have to touch her butt while talking about something serious like that?”

“huh. Tomorrow, I won’t be able to touch you again for a while.”

Atalanta will not accompany you on the expedition tomorrow. Because she and the Hares kisses she leads must return to High Castle.

“Did you mention that you recently accepted two other clans? Since there are three clans, there are some problems.”

“problem? what problem?”

“What this and that. They believed that I was the daughter of the prophecy and joined them, so it’s okay when I’m around. But when I’m not there, being a ragtag guy isn’t enough, so they try to fight each other.”

“Yeah... you’re having a hard time too.”

Nearly 800 nudes recruited from different clans are now stationed in High Castle. Since they are only looking at Atalante, who can handle the power of the void, they are united, so if she doesn’t control them, they will quickly become a group of troublemakers.

“It will be fine for a few days, but you should be careful in advance. It’s going to be a pretty long war.”

“Is that so? The prince seems to have a different opinion.”

While staying at the garrison for the past few days, remembering the story Ulkar had told her, Atalanta frowned with a half-smiley expression on her face.

“what? A counterattack plan to attack the strongholds of those Elector Counts?”

“I don’t know either. Because you just tipped me off.”

“Is such a thing possible even for a silver prince? Maybe there are more than 10,000 enemies, but blocking them isn’t enough, so they’re going to attack?”

I hadn’t heard the details of Ulkar’s plans yet, so I only shrugged.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the tent.

“lily. Phoenix Master.”

A low whisper.

Sensing the presence, Atalanta, who was wary, noticed that it was a girl’s voice and widened her eyes. I met her eyes, scratched my head, put on my top and left the tent.

“Shea?”

“lily. I have something to tell you.”

The one who came to the front of the tent was Shea, a prosecutor girl who had joined from Paulville with Goleman Kavas.

“At this time of night? What is it?”

“That’s it.....

Shea pursed her lower lip for a moment and looked around before opening her mouth.

“Please let me meet Prince Ulkar.”

“...what?”

“By all means, I have something to say to him.”

What is this again?