Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 102 Oman Forest
Bullet whistling, lead and iron thundering, it is not difficult for adventurers who are hunters and shepherds to learn to use firearms. When the best weapons and equipment are put on them, their power must be astonishing.

The white representing Brionne and the blue of Bordereau are interlaced and sewn on the clothes, and then the baron's family crest, representing the extraordinary status of these ten people.

To be honest, with Roel doing this, these 13 adventurers have already completed the jump over the knight attendants and became the position of a lord's retainer.

They are now the perfect form of farmers, and Roel has completely delegated his power.

Because his system provides a morale reduction of 8 points, he wants to try, if the musketeers are used to manage it, will such negative effects not be triggered?
He wasn't sure, and the system didn't specify the effect of the bid, but the morale reduction hung there, which was a headache to watch, and if he was beheaded or lost his dominance, the Musketeers would still be able to maintain the battlefield.

It's just that I will lose control over a little group of adventurers, but isn't there still Nok?

And this organization is currently only 50 people, including Noke and Elena, there are only 54 fighters.

When today's training is over, adventurers with neat clothes and bayonets and muskets have a new way out. Although Roel is dissatisfied with the colorful and even eye-catching clothes, in his prediction, the real elite should be the same as the special same as troops.

But things don't all go as expected, this is his experience in two lifetimes.

When a burst of thunder broke his thoughts, the training of formation shooting had already begun, the gunpowder emitted smoke, and the projectile hit the bull's-eye. They had trained muskets for three days, and their accuracy had finally come to the fore.

"Okay! You have already learned how to use it, and then start training the ability to fight in the dense forest."

"Our next goal is to raid the Oman forest, conduct reconnaissance, and in..."

Roel thought about the time given by the baron. "tomorrow."

fast?Inroel has already determined when the caravan will arrive, because the greenskins have delayed for too long, and if the mortars are not in place, it will be very difficult to attack the castle.

This is already stuck in the investigation. The best situation is that a large-scale battle can be carried out the day after tomorrow. Even if the green skins cannot be eradicated, the caravan must be guaranteed to pass safely.

Of course, apart from the Baron, Sir Nock, and Roel, no one in the collar should know the news.

They answer quickly. "yes!"

He could complete the heavy tasks, so he went into the dense forest to strengthen his stealth and mobility.

But Roel still couldn't feel at ease in his heart.

Even though everyone was helping him, the black armor seemed to be constantly reminding him of what happened in the past, and the old lord's head being opened by hot lead was still vivid in his memory.

And Miss Alimara came out of the castle at this moment. She was just training swordsmanship with the Jazz. Following the plan to attack the green skins, her training began to become more and more crazy. It has reached a day where basically she is practicing except sleeping and eating.

Her body was very tired, and she was not in good condition, but even if Sir wanted to stop her, she would swing the sword and make gunpowder by herself.

Roel saw her and said. "Don't over-practice."

She objected. "Bury that piece, it's not good for you."

Two people understand each other so well that they can see at first glance that the other person's state is wrong, but they can't find their own problems.

They looked at each other, silent, at this moment Roel thought of the rather wicked joke of the "joke" when Elena went to the village a few days ago.

He licked his parched lips. "You stopped practicing for two days, and I melted that piece of armor."

Alimara first looked up at the light blue sky, and thought for a long time. "Yes, master."

Roel took out the pitch-black carapace and handed it to Alimara, who also handed her training tools to Roel, lest both of them be overwhelmed by their own affairs.

Human beings are tough and weak, and prone to paranoia, which is why the Four Gods love them only.

Weak lives can ignite miracles, and can also give birth to the most violent emotions. When the wind of emotions blows in the Chaos Demon Realm, the demons will dance.

They have to suppress their feelings not just because of fear but for many reasons.

"Elena went to investigate something, and you know it too."

Roel looked at the people walking through the forest in the distance. "I'll take them to scout the orcs in the Oman forest, are you coming?"

This time he didn't hide it, and he didn't use an adult tone. The lady in front of him was already a very good hunter.

Roel asked modestly, and invited her to join, like an independent person.

Arimara's pupils fluctuated slightly, and then recovered quickly, just bowed. "Happy to oblige, sir."

Roel retorted. "That's my line!"

Ali Mara laughed. "I'm no worse than you, am I?"

(End of this chapter)