I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 56 Medals and Necessary Waste
When Bruno woke up, Chris was awarding medals to the players.

"Thank you for your bravery, warrior... You were the first to charge into battle, not only achieving the first step, but also killing dozens of enemies, thus breaking through the enemy's formation.

...I hereby award you the First Class Medal of Bravery."

As Chris spoke, under the gaze of other players and mercenaries, he raised his hand and hung a shield medal engraved with a lion on the chest of the player in front of him.

Xiaodao Zha's buttocks looked down at the glittering golden medal on his chest, an excited expression on his face.

+First Class Medal of Bravery (Knife Stab in the Butt)
Introduction: Obtained outside the town of Bichi, after killing dozens of enemies without dying and breaking through their formation.

Function: With this medal, you can see the king at any time, create a war group, obtain territory, and...

Note: Players can purchase a similar game peripheral for 10,000 yuan offline.
Xiaodao Zhabing stroked the coin-sized medal with his fingers, picked it up, gently weighed its weight, and then looked at its warm and calm luster.

Wow, this is real gold. Even if it is not 24K gold, it is gold and the craftsmanship is also good. Can you get it for yuan offline?

If it really works, then you can make a lot of money!

Gold in the 25th century was extremely expensive. Ten thousand dollars could only buy a little gold powder at most, but this piece of gold weighed six grams!

Xiaodaozha immediately stood still and logged off, opened the official website, spent ten thousand yuan to buy the medal game peripherals, and then went online again, touching the medal and smiling with his teeth showing.

That's a great deal.

Xiaodao Zhabing is an old player of Baihu Game Studio. He knows better than new players that this game studio sometimes does some inexplicable things that will benefit the players.

For example, nowadays, a gold medal can be purchased for 10,000 yuan, and if Xiaodao sells it, he can get dozens of times the money.

However, Xiaodaozhabu decided not to sell it so casually. He would wait until the game entered the later stage and there were rich players joining the game, and then put it on the auction website, where he could sell it for more money.

In addition to the knife-stuck player, Chris also awarded medals to the other five players. However, the medals they received were second/third class bravery and sword medals, which were all made of silver and brass and could not compare to gold.

However, the second-class medal can also create a battle group, which makes the other three people who received the second-class medal slightly relieved.

With a place in the Creation Group, you can make money as long as you operate properly.

Players who received third-class medals were not at a disadvantage either, as they gained prestige.

After a small medal ceremony, everyone was happy and the atmosphere was cheerful, including Chris.

Although awarding medals costs money, without the active participation of players, this battle cannot be won.

Chris could feel that the other side was also a rookie, a new recruit with a novice commander. They were indeed regular troops. They were rookies, but also not rookies.

At the same time, this battle also exposed many problems, which are now waiting for Chris to solve.

"Hey, why haven't those ten players come back yet?"

After Chris walked down from the podium made of boxes, he thought of the players who had gone out. Two of them also had medals, so he felt a little strange that they had not returned yet even though it was already afternoon and evening.

Chris opened the system and took a look at the list of players' names. Well, all ten of them were still alive and well, so it was obvious that nothing had happened.

Then just ignore them.

Since he didn't die and no one was sent back, it means that the restoration army did not launch a counterattack.

Connie came over with a thin local woman.

"Your Highness, the Beach Town militiaman has woken up. Do you want to go see him?"

"lead the way."

Chris said that the militia leader was an important figure. He felt that if they wanted to completely and without any sequelae recapture the town of Beach and use it as a starting base, the latter would be crucial.

But Chris was stopped before he took two steps.

It's Isaac.

"Twenty-nine of us died in this battle. What shall we do with their bodies?"

Twenty-nine, isn't that four? Where did the twenty-nine come from...

Chris swallowed his words back in time. He had forgotten that he didn't take the players' deaths seriously. But in Isaac's eyes, the players were all His Royal Highness's trusted subordinates. Now that so many had died and the sacrifice was so great, how could he ignore it?

"The living heroes are rewarded, but what about the dead?"

What to do with the player's corpse?
Chris was suddenly in a dilemma. He originally wanted to bury the body and use an excuse to switch the player's body to save the cost of resurrection.

However, when Chris looked at Isaac's serious expression, he suddenly remembered the latter's background. Isaac's retirement was not a normal retirement. There was a story behind it that he didn't want to mention.

Chris never asked such questions because he knew that such stories always had a tragic beginning and a tragic ending.

"What do you think should be done?"

Chris humbly asked Isaac.

"Hold an internal farewell ceremony and cremate them tonight. We will also bring the ashes of the four deceased mercenaries back home."

"it is good."

Although doing so means that Chris needs to pay out of his own pocket to prepare new bodies for the twenty-five players in order to complete the resurrection.

However, Chris decided to bear the additional loss.

Saving is a virtue.

However, saving should not be taken to extremes and you should save on everything.

Chris can't do such a thing as picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons.

"You handle this matter. I know nothing about such things... I'm sorry, Isaac."

"Why apologize, Your Highness? You've never been a soldier, so you don't know the military rituals and emotions. This is perfectly normal."

Isaac, in turn, comforted him.

"Leave it to me, I'll do it."

Chris nodded, opened the system, sent a letter to all the players who died in the battle, and then started again. Under Connie's leadership, he went to the medical tent where the militia leader was.

Entering the small medical area separated by white cloth, Chris immediately smelled a strange smell mixed with strong disinfectant and blood.

Chris did not go to see the militia leader immediately, but went to see the wounded lying in other tents first, without missing any players or NPCs, and finally he ran to the militia leader's tent.

Before lifting the tent flap, Chris heard the whispers of men and children coming from inside, so he stopped, turned around and made way, waving his hand to let the woman next to Connie go in first.

She was the wife of the militia leader. Chris didn't know her name. She was a poor woman who was malnourished due to long-term hunger. She was short and thin, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

In addition to being extremely thin, she was also very timid. The woman kept following Connie with her head down, not daring to look anyone in the eye. She only looked up occasionally while walking, and then lowered her head again.

Chris waved for her to come in, but the woman took two steps back in fear.

Seeing this, he sighed and walked away.

"Come on, Connie. Now is not the right time for us to meet with the militia leader."

"That little town of Biqi..."

"Take your men and tell them all that the town has been taken over by the defense forces and that Prince Chris will rule them. Anyone who disagrees can leave. Anyone who resists will be killed by the militia.

If we don’t take action, we’ll be cut off from food.”

　PS: The original detailed outline was that Chris used food to win over the residents of the small town, and then wrote some small plots such as gratitude, entanglement, and ideological conflicts to serve as a link between the previous and the next.

　　However, as I started typing, I felt bad. I suddenly realized that uneducated civilians would really have the reactions I imagined. Could they understand what revolution, kings, and feudalism were?

　　Thinking of this, I felt conflicted. I found that the original plot was a bit... very bad, a castle in the air.

　　This is the reason for my writer's block. I have some things I want to write down, but I realize that I am immature and I can't write. I can't write with that kind of flavor. I have never experienced anything similar and I don't have any experience.

　　It's hard for me to even describe here what I want to write.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)