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Chapter 205 Griffith, the Brave Has Limits
The short and furious battle was over.

The bloody and pungent wind swept away the smoke covering the battlefield, exposing the dead bodies all over the ground.

Only ten minutes had passed since the battle started and ended, and the mutated creatures that hit the gap were already dead all over the field in the blink of an eye, and the rest howled and fled towards the mountain.

The battle between Griffith and the big bat made him fall on the path of the beast tide.Beside him, the corpses smashed by the artillery were all over the ground. The closer to the militia front, the denser the corpses.

Qiming Town militia began to clean up the battlefield.Their casualties were minimal, and they maintained a strict formation until they defeated the monster's attack.The artillerymen and most of the musketeers who launched the previous rounds of offensives stood in place like statues, looking at the shredded meat and corpses in front of them, with disgust, excitement and excitement on their faces, but none of them left without authorization.

Hundreds of monsters rushed out of the valley, and they were hit by the first round of shelling at a distance, leaving some corpses behind.Although the loud noise and momentum of this round of shelling deeply shocked Griffith, after the passion of the battle and the initial shock subsided, he began to calm down and carefully examine the battlefield.

By observing the distribution of the corpses, he found that the killing effect of the first round of shelling was mediocre, and the attack that really hit the beast tide came from the next two rounds of short-range shotgun and musketeer volleys.The closer the mutated creatures got, the more amazing the killing efficiency of the militiamen would be.

The militia didn't have powerful Beyonders, and they didn't even have enough combat experience, but they repelled an almost equal number of mutant creatures with an army of a few hundred people.What did they do during this time?Bombardment at long and medium distances, musketeers and pikemen standing still.

Then there was a volley of musketry at close range, and the artillerymen and pikemen stood still.

In the end, it was hand-to-hand combat dominated by pikemen, and artillery and musketeers could hardly help.

Griffith felt his teeth chattering, and this brand new army shocked him deeply.

It was not the amazingly powerful artillery and muskets that shocked him, but the organization, combat style and process of the army that shocked him.

The incoming mutated creatures are driven by some mysterious force.Their shapes are distorted, and their attacks are almost irrational. Under the tragic casualties, there are still many attacking wildly, which poses a huge threat to many armies.

However, such a wave of beasts was repelled by the militia!Indeed, the militia's queue training is very good, the discipline is very good, and the mobility is very efficient, but if you think about it carefully, that's all.Their combat style is also simple, aiming and shooting or lining up in a dense formation and raising their spears to thrust, everyone's tactical actions are very single.A small number of mutated creatures can actually cause chaos after breaking through the formation.

Griffith noticed that both the pikemen and the musketeers were very weak in the face of melee attacks, in stark contrast to their powerful long-range lethality.Faced with the sudden gap in the front line, the soldiers lacked the means to deal with it.If it wasn't for Griffith's timely help, the mutated creature almost caused heavy casualties after breaking through the militia's gun array.

This shows that the militias lack actual combat experience and lack the preventive means to solve the crisis.

Their advantage is that as long as they have the corresponding equipment and training, and strictly implement the preset tactics, they can project their firepower and achieve results that are difficult for Bayeran's legion.The training cost of such an army is not high, but its power is not small. There is no such army in the army I know.

Griffith looked around.Today's battle really opened his eyes.He looked at Roland behind the battle line and found that he was explaining something to the officers.

No wonder Knight Roland was willing to give up his status and reputation to come here.He actually created such a brand new army, and it could be trained with the resources of the border swamp.Today's battle is likely to be their first battle. If given time, he might be able to train tens of thousands of civilians into a team that can fight against legion veterans.

What is he trying to do?

However, the shortcomings of this army are also obvious.The single combat method and the weakness of individual combat power make it difficult for them to deal with unexpected situations.Plains, open land, and simple battlefields can give full play to their value.

Their tactics are also very rigid, and once the front line is breached a little, it may cause the entire line to collapse.The blood of the infantry battle is also far weaker than that of the legion, and the musketeers and artillery crew will be exposed to the attacks of the wizard.Of course, wizards themselves are also dangerous.

Griffith thought subconsciously.If I fight against such an army... I must try my best to avoid attacking their front, disintegrate their formation through terrain and long-range firepower, or concentrate on attacking a gap, and then break through with high-speed mobile cavalry.

Of course, it's not easy.The outcome depends on the commanders of both sides, terrain, supplies and other reasons.

Ease of training and organization is their advantage, and their relatively rigid combat methods are their disadvantages.If let me organize, what should I do better?
……

"How do you feel?" Roland rode his horse and asked, standing beside Griffith. "Today's battle was very successful, and all three goals were achieved."

"Which three are they?" Griffith asked earnestly.

"First, defeat the main force of Warcraft, they will no longer have the courage and strength to threaten my Wall of Sighs project and town;
"Secondly, the road to the Belomon ruins is clear again, and the remaining two or three kittens are no longer a threat to you;
"The third thing~ look at the flesh and fur in this place, we should be able to investigate what happened here?"

This third question also hits on Griffith's concerns.He echoed: "Knight Roland, maybe there is a hidden evil force driving these creatures. Do you already have a clue?"

Roland nodded:
"I think they're tainted from deep underground. There's an ancient lost temple beneath the swamp that holds many secrets.

"After years of purification, Canaan officials seem to think that there is no longer any danger there, and it is open to the exploration of elves and humans.

"However, if you ask me, there is no certainty about the existence of the ancient gods worshiped there, so how can the purification be completed?"

Griffith's eyelids jumped when he heard that.The Belomon Ruins was the destination for summer research and practice, but Knight Roland thought it was not safe there.How to do?
"Sir, should we cancel the exploration plan?"

Roland glanced at him in surprise: "Ah? You asked my opinion? Of course I objected, and according to my original intention, don't look at or touch any of the ruins, tombs, and mysterious objects. If you find one, use bombardment." Lose one, as long as we can't see or hear, the ancient gods can't do anything to us, don't you think so. I think you must agree with my point of view, we are the same kind of people.

"But, the elves and Miss Wizard don't think so, they are stubborn. If you don't have enough evidence, then be prepared to have a big fight with the girls, and you won't win [-]% of the time."

This……

Just when Griffith didn't know what to do, Knight Roland left some soldiers to clean up the battlefield and beckoned Griffith to return to the town with him.

As he walked, he said to himself:
"Griffith, do you know? When I was young, at the beginning of my story, I was also a young knight who explored the unknown and pursued fantasy. Can the years be wasted?
"At that time, the girls were running around me, and I thought I was the protagonist of the story, until one day my knees, um, my head suddenly figured it out.

"We all know that there are many hidden beings in this world, and just touching a fragment or whisper of their knowledge may bring danger.

"However, what do the epics and ballads say? From the palaces of Canaan to the banquets at Bayeran, everyone is telling stories about brave men, novel journeys full of unknowns, and young love, as if adventure is the only A story with a happy ending. Fools buried in sand, sea, and valley will not speak against it."

"Is your Excellency not a hero because it is too dangerous?" Griffith asked, "The more you come into contact with secrets, the more dangerous you and the people around you will be."

Knight Roland rode his horse and walked slowly, seemingly thinking about how to answer.Suddenly, he showed a strange smile:

"Griffith,
"Hero, there is a limit.

"One thing I have learned from my short life is that the more scheming people pursue mysteries and fantasies, the more they will fall into unexpected mysteries. The human beings in this world are only the playthings of the gods after all."

Griffith froze.

"Your Excellency, what do you want to say? Do you want to?"

The moment he said this, Roland seemed to burst into laughter, as if he was waiting for Griffith's question!
Roland stared directly at Griffith, as if his long-cherished wish for many years had finally come true.He let go of his voice and shouted:
"I won't be a hero anymore! Griffith!"

"what?!"

This is just right, Roland said with a happy face: "I abandoned the mission of the brave and left the gentle hometown of the elves, just to become the real me!

"I build up an army, yelling at new recruits; then I buy a piece of land, plant land, build roads, make iron, produce distilled wine, train cadres, and build grassroots.

"This is my world, without the constraints of nobles, wizards, and the Holy See, and without the nagging of elves, I do whatever I want, and I finally found the real me!

"Tonight, I'm going to get a curvy little sissy from town to play with, or you too! I'll treat you to swig potato brandy as much as you want. And I'll treat you Go hunting and have a good time. Now you see me, a militia leader who will be bald one day, who can shake the ground with curses, hates townspeople and elves, whips dogs and kicks House cat. I wear clothes of my own design and make a fool of myself in front of big shots from the capital. When people say hello to me, I tell jokes they don’t understand. On the king’s birthday I get very drunk and Loud birthday wishes to His Majesty. The rest of the time, I'll be talking loud and clear. My mantra is: 'My God! This horse is awesome!'”

Griffith felt that he had entered a new world, and Roland's actions and thoughts really made him extremely curious:

"So, Your Excellency, where is Miss Tidwighe?"

"Of course she's blown hair!" Roland patted his thigh, "She called me several times to question me and try to keep me. Guess what I said?"

"How to say?"

"I don't care!" Roland waved his hand, "I don't care. What the brave Roland lost was a story made up by others, and what he lost was only the shackles, but what he got was——

"This is a new world!"

(End of this chapter)