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Chapter 49: Arriving at the Right Time (Part )
"Fuck, I came at the right time!"

Chris, standing on a big rock, looked at the two groups of people confronting each other in the distance and sighed.

In fact, the team he led had already crossed the uninhabited mountains the day before yesterday and stopped in a ravine three kilometers away from Bichi Town. They set up camp and rested.

Why not just head towards Beachtown?
Chris is not an idiot. How could he lead his people to Beach Town without knowing the situation?

First of all, if the residents of Beach Town supported the original Bagnian royal family, it would be fine. The identity of the Prince of Bagnia might come in handy.

But if they support the revolutionary party, then wouldn't Chris be able to deliver the goods right to their door?
Secondly, after walking on the mountain road for half a month, everyone was tired after crossing the mountains and hills. Even though they stopped and walked frequently, the altitude sickness, cold weather, and fatigue knocked many people down.

Now, out of a team of nearly two hundred people, more than twenty were lying down, all of them sick and exhausted.

Fortunately, Chris did a good job in providing food, clothing, medical care and other treatments. Everyone was well fed and warmly dressed, and could take a hot shower every three days.

More than twenty of them lay there, resulting in the number of active members in the team being reduced to less than 150.

Rest and recuperation is imperative.

While taking a break, Chris also released fifty places for internal testing, then ran to another hill in the wild, summoned them out with frozen meat that cost five dollars per pound, and finally brought them back to the camp.

Chris's explanation to Isaac was... "These are mountain barbarians. They heard from the Oka tribe that there's plenty of food here, so they came here specifically to seek refuge with me."

really?
Isaac looked at the fifty guys running around in the valley, curious about everything. They looked here and there, touched things there, could not speak Bohemian, and were wearing animal skins. At first glance, they looked like barbarians.

But are they really barbarians?

Isaac expressed his doubts, but he didn't say it out loud. After being educated, he also realized that it is better to pretend to be confused about some things.

Chris wanted to summon players because the team had suffered heavy casualties, and coupled with the fatigue brought by climbing mountains and crossing rivers, it was unknown how much combat effectiveness the entire team had.

If a fight breaks out at this time, they might be unreliable.

So, Chris thought about it and decided to put his worries aside and summon new players to join the battle, so that if a battle broke out, they could take over.

As for why only fifty people were summoned and not more players.

Chris is not a fool. He has not forgotten that he was caught off guard and tricked in Neama before, so he had to run away in embarrassment. He will not be careless against players now.

Chris doesn't have a base yet, and hasn't even taken over the town of Bicchi. He has less than two hundred living subordinates, including about a hundred mercenaries who are subordinates of ten players.

Under such circumstances, how could Chris dare to summon more players?

Players are like a double-edged sword, sharp and easy to use, but they can also easily hurt themselves if you are not careful.

If it weren't for the upcoming battle, Chris really didn't want to release the internal test quota. If too many players came in, things would be really troublesome later.

As it turned out, Chris's action of summoning the players was very timely. The team only had time to rest in the valley for one day. On the third day, the player who received the reconnaissance mission ran back and told Chris a bad news.

A gray-robed army of unknown origin, carrying the flag of the Bagnian royal family, was marching towards the town of Biqi. Chris immediately realized that the situation was not good. The saying "bandits are like combs, soldiers are like combs" can be used anywhere.

Chris didn't believe that the so-called Bagnian Restoration Army could achieve the same level as the People's Liberation Army.

If we really sit back and do nothing, I'm afraid that in one day, the town of Biqi will be reduced to ruins and not a single town dweller will be left.

How can this be done?
Chris came back from Neama with great difficulty, not to sit back and watch.

To be on the safe side, Chris quickly mobilized the team, asked them to take weapons and equipment, and march quickly towards the town of Beach outside the mountain.

After running hard for half an hour, Chris and his men finally caught up. They appeared at the edge of the battlefield just as the Restoration Army was advancing towards the townspeople, and were discovered in time by both sides.

Chris, who appeared on a small hill no more than 20 meters high, could clearly see that the townspeople were in chaos, and the Restoration Army stopped its advance in time.

Chris was very satisfied with this development, so he turned around and shouted loudly to the crowd behind the hill.

"Brothers, form your ranks, raise our banner, and march ten paces!"

"Beep beep beep!!!"

Isaac, who assumed the responsibility of adjutant, blew his whistle hard.

With a sharp whistle, the players who acted as team leaders, holding small flags, quickly shouted and ordered their subordinates to form formations according to the pre-set combinations.

How to say it, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is really cruel.

The forty members of the caravan were fine. Among them were several Bohemian veterans who had been working together day and night and had a tacit understanding with them. With their leadership and shouting, it only took them more than a minute to barely line up.

The mercenaries were in a miserable state. They were the largest in number, and although there were veterans in the team, they were usually under the jurisdiction of different players and were always on the march, so they had no time for training at all.

So now when Chris ordered them to form a battle line, they were in disarray, running around like headless flies. It took them three minutes and they still couldn't complete Chris's order. The mercenaries' formation was fragmented, like a cookie barrel that was being shaken violently.

Chris looked back and could only sigh.

Among all the people, it was the fifty new players who formed the fastest and best.

When the whistle sounded, they, dressed in black and holding muskets, were a little confused, but when the player officer next to them shouted to line up, they understood.

In the blink of an eye, fifty players lined up in neat rows with their heads held high. It was obvious that they must have gone through the complete military training of junior high school, high school, and university in real life.

"Ah, at critical moments, players still have to be reliable..."

Chris sighed. Although players always liked to cause trouble for him, they were the ones who really had to step up when he needed to hold the scene.

In that case, let the players take the top spot.

　PS: I was too tired last night and also a little stuck
　　
　
(End of this chapter)