Warhammer Fantasy: I Have Total War System

Chapter 80 Tiria and the Border Prince (4)

Lorenzo led Li Lin straight away from the mercenary convoy area.

They marched toward the Allied forces on the north side, passing through several layers of sparse poplar groves, and arrived at an area where a convoy was tightly surrounded by the Jade Warrior Legion.

No sooner had they stood firm than a patrol of Jade Warriors came running toward them.

They were wary of both the foreigner Lorenzo and Li Lin.

They stopped in their tracks only after they clearly saw Li Lin's clothes and appearance.

After hesitating for a while, one of them went back to report, while the others stepped forward, clasped their hands in greeting, and said, "Chief Steward Li."

Li Lin nodded and walked through them, but he was suspicious. Even when they bowed to him, their wariness and hostility did not lessen in the slightest. It seemed that he was the more dangerous monster they needed to be wary of than Lorenzo, this suspicious foreigner.

Slow down a hundred paces from the back of the convoy and wait for Lorenzo to gather his mercenaries.

Li Lin was still wondering why his men were able to leave the mercenary caravan.

But when his gaze fell upon the heavily guarded convoy ahead, these minor questions about mercenaries vanished instantly.

Instead, I felt utter astonishment and a profound sense of unease.

Every carriage in this caravan...

No, they can no longer be called "vehicles"; they are mobile palaces.

Ebony for the frame, white jade for the decoration.

The roof of the carriage has gilded eaves, and silk ribbons hang from the windows.

The cart was not pulled by ordinary oxen or horses, but by a four-legged dragon-blooded beast with wings. Although it was not quite as good as the Jade Dragon Horse, it was not far off, and its body was covered with emerald green scales.

Elegantly dressed maids, escorted by celestial guards, carried freshly picked fruits and nectar in glass goblets, and filed into the carriage with small, quick steps.

A little further away, several stewards were gathered around a large table, preparing lunch.

Li Lin saw several shirtless chefs processing more than a dozen lively stream fish.

They sliced ​​open the belly with a knife, flicked and scraped with the tip of the knife, and casually threw the whole clump of internal organs, along with the fish head, into a silver basin next to them.

Five or six white falcons immediately swarmed in and devoured all the fish that the people in the rear could only dream of eating.

It's not just a few fish.

During the three minutes Li Lin waited, he saw the chefs handling large quantities of delicacies in the same way.

Large quantities of internal organs and offal were used to feed the hawks and hounds.

The longer Li Lin stared, the stronger the cold fire in his heart burned.

Compared to these wealthy merchants who had spent exorbitant sums to squeeze into the Allied forces and receive protection, the difference between them was like that between a beggar and an emperor.

What he found most unacceptable was that these people's carriages, without banners or rosters, had never appeared in his sight from beginning to end. He had no idea that such people existed in the Allied Forces.

"Trying to hide, huh?" he sneered inwardly. "I think you're asking for trouble."

Suddenly, the sound of loud hoofbeats approached.

A Heavenly Guard, dressed in heavy Wei Jing armor with a gilded breastplate engraved with the Haotian Dragon Emperor's Seal, rode up to Li Lin.

"Chief Steward Li." The rider on horseback bowed respectfully, his voice neither humble nor arrogant, "This humble general is a Dragon Guard under General Xin Qi, and is here on duty by order of the General."

"Who are these people?" Li Lin asked, then waved his hand, "Never mind, I'll go in and see for myself later."

The guard remained polite, but he stood like a high wall firmly between Li Lin and the convoy.

"Steward, General Xinqi has ordered that this gentry caravan is under her command and not under Steward Li's jurisdiction. Please do not approach."

"Oh? Is this General Xinqi's true intention, or are you just using his power to bully others?" Li Lin said rather bluntly.

The dragon guard didn't offer any further explanation, but instead glanced at the compass at Li Lin's waist, his meaning clear.

Li Lin remained silent for a long time, but ultimately did not make any rash moves.

"I understand," he said calmly, suppressing his anger. "I will confirm this with General Xinqi later. You can rest assured that I will not go in today."

"Thank you, Steward Li." After bowing, Long Wei turned and left.

What exactly is the background of this convoy? Why is it being protected like this?

Li Lin had already guessed the general idea.

China was a feudal dynasty modeled after the Chinese civilization. Apart from the emperor and his sons, there were only a few social classes: scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants.

These people, who possess wealth and privileges far exceeding those of wealthy merchants, could only be sons of aristocratic families.

Li Lin's anger burned ever brighter, and even after taking several deep breaths, he couldn't calm down.

He laughed in anger.

It turned out to be the case.

Governor Yu and his ilk had calculated his character from the very beginning, which is why they appointed him as the so-called Commander-in-Chief of the Rear Guard.

What kind of work does he do?

ransacking homes, murder, and risking one's life against a spoiled brat.

Considering the lives of tens of thousands of refugees, doing a good job would lead to complaints and ostracism from military officers and merchant groups, while doing a bad job would leave a lasting stain on one's reputation.

The noble families and elite soldiers that this team was truly meant to protect were already firmly in the hands of the more experienced Shinki.

The dirty work is his.

Xin Qilai is the good person.

Those who patted him on the shoulder and said things like "Don't be afraid of making mistakes" and "Carry it out to the end," were they genuinely hoping he would stand up for himself, or were they just trying to hypnotize him up so that he would willingly become the team's black glove?

Li Lin gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He suddenly had a strong urge to set the entire team ablaze. "Steward," Lorenzo's voice rang out from the side, interrupting Li Lin's thoughts, "they've arrived."

One after another, tall and slender figures jumped off the moving palace-like carriages and ran towards Li Lin.

They were all handsome foreign men with long, smooth hair, either black or blonde, loosely tied with ribbons, exuding the languid charm of bar wanderers and nightclub gigolos.

Some of them wore expensive, fitted clothing in the style of martial arts masters from Aurora, with narrow sleeves, a cinched waist, and jingling ornaments.

The other group wore revealing male concubine costumes, with snow-white necks and silver rings on their wrists.

Several people were even wearing extremely daring women's gauze dresses, with lipstick marks still on their faces.

Li Lin was speechless.

Are they a bunch of mercenaries, or fucking male prostitutes?

[Vispero's Blood Feud - Dual-Wielding Swordsman]

The timely pop-up of the system properties panel proved the strength of this unit.

[Health Points: 8000] [Morale: 78] [Number of Modules: 100]

[Attributes: Armor 25, Movement Speed ​​36, Attack 48, Anti-Infantry 60, Defense 51, Melee Weapon Power 11]

Armor penetration 21, non-armor penetration 12, anti-infantry bonus, charge 22.

[Resistance: 15% Ranged Resistance]

[Traits: Resistant to Charge (all charges), Agile, Inflicts Fear]

A dual-wielding infantry unit with exceptional offensive and defensive capabilities, specifically designed for close-quarters combat with other infantry.

Furthermore, it possesses the [Resist Charge (All Charges)] ability, which is not available to dual-wielding units.

This means that, apart from a few elite units whose ranged attacks, spells, and attributes far surpass their own, this is an infantry regiment with virtually no natural enemies.

Even against cavalry that are immune to anti-infantry damage, they can still achieve remarkable results thanks to their excellent offensive and defensive capabilities.

Lorenzo's earlier statement that his troops could defeat Alfonso's cavalry was indeed true.

Its biggest drawback is probably its overly flamboyant and unreliable appearance.

Who would have thought that these foreigners, who looked like male prostitutes, were actually a group of genuine battlefield warriors?

Lorenzo had been observing Li Lin's expression, a barely perceptible hint of tension flashing in his eyes.

They deviated from their mercenary profession and took on jobs that were half bodyguard and half male concubine. This was partly due to the need for intelligence gathering, and partly because their words, actions, and appearance were not well-received by the officers and soldiers of Zhendan, so they couldn't get regular mercenary missions.

"Please don't jump to conclusions, sir," he spoke first, gesturing to a lightly dressed, effeminate-looking blond swordsman behind him. "You must give us a chance to prove ourselves. How about letting him exchange a few blows with your men, Steward?"

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