The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 284 Interest Exchange
In Biglen Village, Zhang Qiang has been resting for three days.

The village, which had been looted half by Nayan Timuk, seemed relatively deserted and depressed, with the return of some fleeing villagers.

The village gradually regained some vitality.

But Zhang Qiang saw that the villagers looked at him so indifferently, as if they had an inexplicable hatred with him.

But no matter what, as a village in the Kingdom of Swadia, a baron lord of the Kingdom of Swadia, the two sides still contact each other in a business-like manner. Zhang Qiang used money to buy food, and the troops camped next to the village to rest. Junior physicians treat them and heal their injuries.

Everyone maintains a kind of reserve and a distance from each other.

This completely shattered Zhang Qiang's desire to conscript soldiers in the village.

In his spare time, Zhang Qiang went to see the Kujit lord who was captured by him, Nayan Sanmuke.

The unarmored guy looked like a hobbit in Korgit robes, with a nasty ponytail on his head, was filthy, and had puffy eyes.

He was thrown in a mud house in the village that was about to collapse. When he was pulled out, he blocked the sun with his hands.

"Your name is Nayanzamuk?"

"Lord of Tusculum?"

Zhang Qiang asked.

"Not now, it was your despicable sneak attack that made me lose my territory. You not only let that idiot Nayan Amizha lose mines, miners, and years of savings, as well as territories, women, and slaves, you also let him You became a ridiculous clown in Kujit, you beat me, but I want to say, Nayan Amiza will definitely come back, treat you like you treated me today." Nayan Thamuk said viciously .

"You are my prisoner now. It seems that you shouldn't say such a thing. Don't you think it will make you suffer a lot?" Zhang Qiang was wrapped in many bandages, and he almost lost his life in the battle with Nayan Timuk. , His blood volume has not recovered until now. After the victory, he only has more than 400 blood volume.

If a Kujit iron cavalry, or a cavalryman on horseback hit him head-on, he would burp, at least he would end up unconscious and captured.

If he was captured, his army, like Nayanzamuk's army, immediately collapsed and lost the battle.

"We should have a good talk." Zhang Qiang said.

"There's nothing to talk about. Damn it today. You won. You can deal with me as you like! If you don't deal with me, Sergei Khan will redeem me after the war. It's no big deal." Na Yan stabbed Ke said dissatisfied.

"In that case, you will lose a large piece of grassland on your grassland, most of your people, your tribe, and it will be difficult for you to get the Khan's rewards and fiefdoms again in the future, because the loser has no right to claim rewards. "The storyteller Ramosen hung half his life, leaned lazily on the chair, and said weakly.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Nayanzamuk shouted angrily and impatiently.

"Those soldiers who persuaded you, let me play." Zhang Qiang said.

"No, never," Nayan Thamuk shouted hysterically.

"Okay, then you can close it!" Zhang Qiang stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait." Nayan Sanmuke said helplessly in a low voice.

Zhang Qiang turned around, "People are always trying to defraud others of what they deserve." He stared at Zhang Qiang with those swollen dead fish eyes, his throat quivered, and there was a breath in his eyes, "In this In a world without integrity," he said in a trembling voice.

"Everyone must guard their own rights vigilantly."

Zhang Qiang and the storyteller Ramosen looked at each other, "I don't have time to discuss philosophy with you, do you understand philosophy?"

"Philosophy or something, I only know that I am a prairie nobleman, I should not lose my nobility, my rights, let those honesty go to hell."

Zhang Qiang shrugged, "Let's go, let the lord calm down."

From the conversation, he can basically be sure that this is a noble lord, a scum lord with a cold personality, and generally low-level lords are scum.

Of course, there are good lords like Rogerson who are timid, stingy, but chivalrous.

"Let me go, I will do as you say." Nayancimuk said.

"Alright." Zhang Qiang said.

"Am I free?" Nayan Thamuk's face beamed with joy.

"No, you must make your captured soldiers serve me first, before I can let you go." Zhang Qiang said.

"I will take my knights," said Nayanzamuk.

"That won't work, you can only leave here with one of your bannermen and one follower," Zhang Qiang said.

"Well, even so, I can't thank you enough." Nayanzamuk struggled to come over.

He bowed to Zhang Qiang.

Nayancimuk left, and Lesarit came over, "Master, you should not let him go, you should use him to exchange our lord, the role of nobles is to redeem our captured nobles .It is not good for you. We should not show sympathy to the enemy, but consider things from our own interests."

Zhang Qiang laughed and said, "Benefits? At least, I got the soldiers I needed. If we camp here for a few days, but we can't recruit those stubborn newly captured enemy soldiers, then my team will meet the enemy next time." When I was completely destroyed, what happened to me today is what happened to me tomorrow. Those soldiers were captured, not surrendered, and they were not so easy to be recruited. It would take a long time. I can’t afford to wait.”

Lesarit said coldly: "The soldiers of the two kingdoms are fighting together, which will affect the overall morale of your troops, and it is the soldiers we are fighting, and they are fighting with us against their own kingdom troops. Sometimes, because of their original identities, they will have unsteady wills, and they will take the lead in fleeing on the battlefield, which will lower our morale, and our soldiers will be demoralized because they see someone on their side fleeing."

Rolf was dressed in coarse linen and walked over with a green apple in his hand, squinting his eyes to see the bright sun, "A group of Kujit cavalry who fell on the ground and can fight with me for a long time, Lord Lord, the strength of your troops will not be reduced due to heavy casualties, and there is also a group of highly mobile Lancers who can sweep all the infantry troops of low-ranking Lords."

Mani dragged Wenren Muxue over and Wenren Muxue hung on his burly body like an obedient little woman. No one would have imagined at any time that she used to cleanly use a similar The weapon of the samurai sword cut down several Kujit Lancers from their horses.

"My lord, we have to march to Zhiwadin, where we can rest for a few days, and come back after replenishing our manpower. We can dispose of the captured spoils, although we can't sell them for much money, and we can also repair our equipment. If We'll have to return a proper set of gear if we can, and after a few fights our gear is all junk."

Zhang Qiang glanced at Lesarite, who looked depressed, and ignored him, turning his head and said, "Let's go to Zhiwading, and François and Artiman will repair your equipment and weapons for you."

Francois came over, "My lord, we can only repair [-]% of it, and we have to use the same old weapon to fuse it. If you go to Zhiwading, it is more cost-effective to replace it with a new one, because the repair is not completely inapplicable." For other things, for example, if each repair is just a fusion of the old one and the one to be repaired, only [-]% of it can be repaired, of course, if you use the black iron spar that comes with your treasure, you can repair [-]% of it.”

"You mean, you consume black iron spar every time you use it?" Zhang Qiang asked.

(End of this chapter)