The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 348 Brother-in-law, I am Yu Jiang!
After a good night's sleep, Zhang Qiang returned to the barracks.

The own cavalry units stationed in the barracks have resumed training, repaired and replenished their equipment.

The cavalry unit of more than 80 people looks full of energy and brilliance. Even in the barracks of this earl's territory, it can be regarded as an elite force that cannot be ignored.

The excitement of opening the factory has not completely passed, and Zhang Qiang is still in an uncontrollable reverie.

He began to calculate that there are more than 20 large cities like Uxhall in the entire Calradia continent. If each of them opened a dyeing factory, he would have an income of [-] dinars every week. ?

Isn't there an income of 16 gold coins every month?
Even if all the properties in his manor are looted by the enemy, he can still maintain the current army. With the improvement of his status and the increase of fiefs, his strength will expand to an infinite extent.

At that time, it is time to stand on your own and become king.

Self-reliance, such a tempting idea, such a distant goal, now feels as if it is within reach.

Lesarite stood in front of Zhang Qiang expressionlessly, looked at the wandering Zhang Qiang and said, "My lord, I have to remind you a little bit."

Zhang Qiang wiped the smack off his lips, and looked at Lesarit, his own infantry commander and soldier instructor, with a little embarrassment, "What did you say?"

Lesarit glanced at the cavalry unit lined up, "My lord, we should get help from the mercenary guild to hire some mercenary cavalry to enrich our combat troops, otherwise, next time we meet someone stronger than us The lord's army will be completely defeated. I have no doubt that these soldiers are full of blood that will serve you to the death, but they are not steel after all. Once the enemy's number exceeds ours, they will kill a thousand pigs , that would be tiring."

"Oh, how many mercenary cavalry do you think we should recruit to help us fight?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"At least double the number of our troops." Lesarite said.

"Double?" Zhang Qiang looked at him.

"Yes, my lord, 200 elite knights are an irresistible force. Although their price may be higher, their combat effectiveness is not as high as our elite cavalry, but with the advantage in numbers, we can Maintain an undefeated advantage on the battlefield of the Three Kingdoms War."

"Okay, John Johnson, you go and recruit some from Lesarite. Just do what he said. I need us to not have to run away when we encounter the enemy."

After speaking, he said to Ramosun next to him: "Let's go to the tavern in the city, maybe some elite mercenaries want to join us."

Coming out of the barracks, Zhang Qiang went all over the taverns the size of Uxhall City, recruited about 30 hired riders, but paid more than 1 dinar gold coins, and he would pay them about 3000 gold coins every week. salary. "

Here we are, the largest tavern in Uxhall City. There are noisy voices inside. There is a unique burnt smell of malt wine mixed with the unique body odor and alcohol smell of various races. I couldn't help covering my nose, frowning and trying to adapt.

Walking to the ordinary pine wood counter, Zhang Qiang unconsciously wanted to avoid the mottled growth rings, rough workmanship, and a thick layer of oil, but there was no way, because a large number of people crowded behind him, Leaning on the back, it is difficult to turn around. You can only stick your body tightly to the counter to support your body's center of gravity.

A blond-haired hotel teller in a blue striped robe turned around from the counter in a small space, wiping his hands on the yellow coarse linen apron on his body, but with a hint of excitement on his face, he said to Zhang Qiang: : "Wow, what kind of news can make a noble baron come to our hotel?"

Ramosson raised his head and said in a cold tone: "Boss, for five of us, three glasses of Verruga wine and two glasses of good Uxhall ale. This is 100 dinar gold coins ,Keep the change, please!"

The tavern owner smiled and accepted the gold coins that Ramosson threw on the counter and said, "Okay, my honored guest, come right away."

He turned around and shouted to a small teller who was squatting in the corner of the counter and sorting out some vegetables: "Old Xiaoban, come here, go to the backyard immediately to get a jar of good Verruga wine, and bring two jugs of malt wine by the way, remember Make sure it's Uxhall's ale, and not the bad ale that you low farmers drink that's brewed anywhere."

"Ah, yes, boss. I'll go right away." The man stood up, vigorously wiped his muddy hands on his tattered linen apron, glanced back at the outside of the counter and looked sideways at the inside of the tavern Zhang Qiang from the guest.

Turn around and go out through the back door behind the counter with a white linen curtain.

At this time, he was stunned, frozen, and then slowly turned around, staring at Zhang Qiang's profile without moving his eyes.

After the tavern owner finished speaking, he turned to greet other guests at the counter.

After a while, I realized that there was no movement behind me, so I turned around to check.

"Old Xiaoche, you are looking for death here, staring at our distinguished guests like that," he was furious, spitting at the little clerk angrily.

Zhang Qiang and Ramosen turned their heads and saw a vicious store owner yelling at a panicked little clerk with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Qiang and Ramosen turned around disapprovingly, and continued to observe the guests in the hotel, looking for some mercenaries who could be used for themselves. For Calradia, there will never be a shortage of adventurers and mercenaries looking for opportunities. Mercenaries and adventurers who took the quest at the Mercenary Guild but came to the hotel to find opportunities.

"Are you Zhang Qiang?"

A voice suddenly broke into Zhang Qiang's ears.

Zhang Qiang turned his head and saw the reprimanded shop assistant looking at him with an excited expression.

"That's right, you are Zhang Qiang, you look so similar," the shop assistant continued.

"Freshman, sophomore, junior, what are you doing? Are you still sleeping late? Why don't you take this damn thing, Mr. Booklet, away from me and the honorable guest, and send it to the slave trader immediately, I will let you He knows how comfortable it is to work here, and the difference between being a clerk and being a slave." The shop owner pushed the little clerk like crazy, while yelling behind the white curtain.

Three rough butcher-like men wearing leather hats like clown hats, holding wooden sticks, butcher's knives, and kitchen knives rushed in.

"Wait, wait, brother-in-law, I'm Yu Jiang, Yu Jiang—" the little clerk shouted.

(End of this chapter)