MTL - Players Please Respect Yourself-v2 Chapter 640 The odd army with constant morale
Chapter 640 The strange army with constant morale
The reason why Rachel held on and resisted was not without reason.
At this moment, the passage in the void that slowly falls to the 'abyss' is the best answer.
This is the space core hub of the entire Land Forsaken, and it is also the most unstable place in the space structure.
In order not to give the rebels more on-the-spot expansion of their forces, basically every section of the captured passage, once it is judged that it cannot be recaptured, the 'system' will disintegrate it, causing it to fall into the void and be turbulent in the space. torn apart.
As the fortress of the Wall of Sighs shrinks in size, the plane as a pendant also begins to collapse.
After Heizhen handed over to Rachel, it was brought back. By now, this plane named [New *Hot Land] by Rachel has collapsed by a third.
"Rumble Rumble!"
The five-story-high boulder made a thunderous roar, separated from the edge of the main plane, and fell silently into the void.
The earth-shattering loud noise, combined with the silent end, has a feeling of anticlimactic.
Looking at the 'horizon' in the distance, the 'horizon' in the distance is getting closer. The sense of coercion that the doomsday is approaching creates an invisible but increasingly terrifying pressure. The civilians can't help but cast their last hopeful eyes on the golden beam of light 'hitting horizontally' above their heads—— That was the last three lines of defense for the Wall of Sighs.
The battle is long over, and Rachel, Daria and several heroes patrol the battlefield of Corpse Pillow.
Black flames of embers rose from the battlefield, and the dead were everywhere.
The corpses of no monsters were dragged away by the people and thrown into the fire in the Holy Light Magic Array.
Originally, this kind of thing was only left to the apprentices of the Paladins and the squires of the knights. They are far stronger than ordinary people, and are not easily infected by the dark power of monsters.
As a large number of official paladins and knights were killed in battle, these people had to take their place, and the result could only be handed over to the people. After the transportation was completed, a simple exorcism ceremony and detoxification measures were performed.
The corpses of many knights were covered with dirty cloth and lay on the square behind the city wall. They were still alive in this world less than half a day ago. The cross sword on the ground not far above their heads.
These mutilated weapons will become the gravestones of their masters.
There will be no more tombstones carved in stone, and every mason is dispatched to repair the city walls. In the past, these tasks were handed over to the earth giants under Locke. Now these giants who still follow Rachel's order and stick to the city wall are allowed to gather earth elements with all their strength to mend their wounds.
So a broken sword and a military card are all that a knight has after his death.
Today, Rachel personally ordered that any knight must appoint one to three heirs to ensure that after his death, the armor will be inherited.
There is no way out.
Knight apprentices and squires who lack armor are too vulnerable in the face of powerful enemies.
The problem is that the knight's armor is private property. A set of high-quality plate armor, if it is also engraved with holy light magic protective runes, the value is probably equivalent to a suite in the imperial capital of the Celestial Dynasty.
In the past, even if the knight died, there would be companions or squires who would pack up the armor and pass it on to the knight's designated heir as a family heirloom.
Now one heir is not enough.
When the knight dies, the apprentice inherits it. When the apprentice dies, he can only be a cheap servant. The squires are also dead...then they will be randomly assigned.
There were knights wearing ill-fitting and tattered armor everywhere. Many of them were just apprentices, and they didn’t even have the exclusive [War Intent].
Not that Rachel wanted to.
Looking at the past, those soldiers who lost their commander were all trembling.
Mantis, Daredevil, and some Paladins, these Guardian soldiers have fought like the most valiant warriors.
Today, they have lost the aura bonus called [Courage].
They found that they were no longer 'omnipotent' supermen, but ants who could not control their own destiny at all.
After Lange was killed and Hawke and Windaus were badly wounded, they realized this.
Immediately afterwards, an instinctive fear of death seized their hearts.
Looking at the corpse of their leader (or half-dead), many of the guys were so frightened that they almost lost their minds on the spot.
will be the courage of the soldiers.
The more old-fashioned the military system, the more the leader is killed or defeated, the greater the impact on the soldiers below.
Overnight, half of the guardian-level leaders of the guardians knelt down, and these guys suddenly realized that they were only better off in the clan, and they followed the leaders to high positions.
The gap between them and the top powerhouses has not changed since the beginning.
It is not that they have become stronger, but that the powerhouses in the plane they are in are not real tough hands, and were crushed by their own leaders with their strength.
When figured it out, the honor, the faith, and the pride they had built up from their unification of their land forsaken fell apart at this moment.
They shivered, their faces were pale, and they realized that they were just exiles, and the original intention of being reduced to this world was just to live.
In the face of the multi-racial collapse, what can Rachel do?
Behind , along with the remaining 12 knights (heroes) in her family, she can scold these guys for being unsatisfactory.
scolds again in front of you, but it doesn't help.
The saddest thing is that at a time when the labor force is starting to be scarce, it is already a blessing for these guys to be auxiliary soldiers and not hold back.
Rachel's full chest heaved violently, and finally, she turned to look at Daria.
"So far, do you still oppose my plan?"
Daria and several knight heroes fell silent.
A handsome blond young knight stood up: "I, Geralt, respect the decision of Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, but please be sure to hand over the last line of defense to our [Fire Fury] division."
Rachel closed her eyes, then opened them for a few seconds.
She is no longer angry, but more of a helpless submission to reality.
"Can!"
So, after half a day, an army that was despised by mainstream soldiers stepped onto the third-to-last line of defense.
No matter how much they despise these guys, they can't deny the fact that they are still able to maintain high morale even when they are almost out of ammunition and food. Except for the Stonemen, there are only these wonderful sea clans.
They are not very good at fighting.
They are not afraid of death.
They didn't have good discipline, and even when they were passing by, they wanted to take the knights' swords and knives, and even wanted to pluck and steal the jewels used for decoration on a certain armor.
They are chaotic and have zero integrity.
The knights' evaluation of them is: even if you shake hands with these ugly guys, you have to count how many fingers you have stolen afterward.
No matter how much you slander it, you can't refute it. These wonderful creatures have never surrendered to the power of the enemy.
(end of this chapter)
