Warhammer

In addition, since there is no war now, the practical risk is almost zero, and there is no need to worry about a Battle of Changping or a Battle of Teutoburg Forest. Therefore, after the initial selection of the new human army was completed, the Eternal God's Chosen Ones could not wait to begin their own operational practice in this mortal army with thousands of auxiliary army veterans as the backbone, and the current size just reached the standard of 10,000 people.

There were many bumps along the way, and he had to solve various problems one by one. El had a big appetite and thought that the old Estalia army was beaten badly by the green pigs. If he was going to train an old human army with a similar purpose, he might as well replenish his body and lose some blood, so as to fill the army with his offspring before leaving the forest again.

Therefore, his goal was directly to defeat and surpass the old army.

Just like the Ming army that surrendered to the enemy, after changing into the Green Camp they could chase after their old boss and beat him up... Damn it, they are comparing themselves to the Qing army again, what bad luck!

In order to achieve this goal, maximize the current manpower, and secondarily, prove (leave a space here) the innate strength of Lord Ai'er, the Eternal Chosen God, Ai'er has paid a lot. He stays in the barracks four days a week. In order to win the hearts of the people and the soldiers' lives, he often COS various famous scenes of historical figures. Ai'er has a wide range of reading. Even in 2076, he knew the story of Wu Qi sucking pus and the soldiers' fearlessness of death.

It's okay to eat together, but forget about living together. Firstly, he really can't get used to that kind of barracks. Secondly, with his current charm, if they sleep on a big bunk together, Al is really afraid that some fearless male ketone will want to attack the Eternal Chosen One at night.

Third, he still has to go back to the palace to get the filling. It’s okay if he doesn’t want to be lustful, but if he doesn’t go back to sleep with the centaur, she will be unhappy. If the centaur is unhappy, once he is caught, Al will be “difficult to get off the horse” and “one man can defeat a thousand (at the time)”.

That's the situation.

In order to standardize the system, Al's reform of the army touched upon all aspects. For example, the soldiers' dormitory barracks were too sloppy. Although they were not dirty or messy, they were not far away and were a group of rough men. Although Al had set rules for how many days and how long to train each week and how many days to rest in the barracks, it was impossible to expect the people below to implement the orders once they were issued. Even the most obedient angry-horned beasts did not have such a strong sense of self-awareness.

Therefore, there were often people who slacked off and escaped in various ways. Some even chose not to go home, but would bring their families over and stay in the military camp for a few days.

Because it was not wartime, the base was not far away, and with the strict deterrence of the El system, there was no need to worry about any problems. The most they would do was to be looked at by their roommates when making a baby. This did not matter to the passionate and open-minded Estalia people. There would even be several families doing it together. Men would compete with each other to show off their sexual abilities. This was a combative tradition that had become their instinct.

When Al went to inspect for the second time, he traveled in a low-key manner. He visited twenty barracks and found that only one was full. All the people were stationed there as he requested. Then more than half of the twenty people, more than thirty people, brought their wives and families to the military camp for a "vacation."

When he entered four of the rooms, people were having sex there, both men and men, and there was even a fucking party going on in one of the barracks. The soldiers pooled their money to call a few prostitutes, and there was a huge brawl involving more than a dozen people. It was truly disgusting to the eyes, and even Al himself had never been so chaotic.

What double plug, three holes open...

The furious Al hung them up with his magic power and whipped each of them twenty times. He ordered the prostitutes to change their ways and immediately arranged proper jobs for them by the tribe. They would be given other preferential treatment depending on the circumstances and were not allowed to engage in prostitution again.

Then, the older sisters, who hadn't even put on their clothes yet, cried and asked Al to settle the expenses for this time, which made the boy laugh and cry. He asked someone to give them food and send them back to the gathering place.

He took his guards with him to rectify the lax military discipline.

After he vented his anger, Al called his two children, Kael'thas and Barbatos, and asked them to investigate and count the groups in the tribe who have difficulties in life due to various reasons such as disability, child rearing, etc., women who have to sell their bodies, the elderly, the young, and the widows, etc. The tribal organization should give preferential treatment and help, call on neighbors to help, and send people to visit their conditions regularly to improve their lives.

At this point, Al still felt quite guilty. He should have done this a long time ago. He should have done it during the first purge and trial of those greedy supply officers and gentry councilors.

......

After the rectification, military discipline improved slightly, and Al invested a lot of energy in training, improving and optimizing the army in the direction he had in mind. At first glance, the effect was very good, but when it came to actual combat, it could not even be called an actual combat link.

It was just a simulated confrontation with the beastman army, but something went wrong.

Chapter 4: Blood Sacrifice to the Blood Mother Waaaaah! ! ! ! ! [K large chapter]

Al has worked very hard. In order to build this unit into the embryo of a new powerful army, he has even reduced the number of times he has sex on average per week to nearly half compared to the past.

During the day, he would go to the army whenever he had time. Especially after the second patrol incident where a silver party was discovered, he felt deeply that the soldiers were not aware enough and needed the commander to supervise them.

From food, clothing, housing and transportation to training standards, including marching, camping, combat and other aspects, Ai'er referred to the knowledge in his mind and made detailed plans and improvements as much as possible. If we look at the regulations alone, Ai'er's reforms are undoubtedly comprehensive, detailed and better.

After roughly completing the plan and more than half a month of training, Al felt that it was time to take the horses out for a ride, so he took his sons to start a simulated confrontation. They cleared a lot of land near the "Sacred Forest" fortress, stationed the army, and simulated attack and defense.

Naturally, it is impossible to use the angry-horned beast in the first game. Not only will it easily lead to casualties, but it will also test morale.

Al brought in the advance troops to serve as sparring partners.

He has regarded this army of more than 3,000 people as his own. However, except for the middle and upper levels, they have not been affected by too many tribes. They can be regarded as guest troops. If he wants to annex them, he only needs to find an opportunity to cause trouble and eliminate the opponents.

Five hundred against five hundred. On one side was the regular army of the human kingdom...regular, but not elite. However, after a bloody battle, they also gained a lot of experience. In particular, the glorious victory brought additional morale boost to the advance army.

On one side were the regular, semi-regular and militia troops, which were led by the old and the new. They performed quite well in the initial battle. At least both sides took up their positions and attacked and defended each other in a decent manner. Except for some confusion and many shortcomings, it was barely acceptable.

Al felt that it was still above the passing line, so he increased the proportion and did not participate in it for the sake of fairness.

The advance army dispatched 3,000 people and the new auxiliary army dispatched 5,000 people. The two sides fought within a marked area of ​​ten kilometers. Before the battle, they could only know a vague direction of the other side.

The commanders of the new auxiliary army are almost all veterans from the mortal auxiliary army, as well as newcomers who have been active and serious in learning during Aiel's vigorous reforms and strengthening of the new army's military doctrine.

Although the opposing side was a regular army that had fought bloody battles, in the final analysis they were still marching and fighting like the old-style armies. There was no difference between them and the Estalia Legion being chased by the greenskins. The reason they were able to win was entirely because the tribe was strong enough.

Al felt that the worst outcome for both sides would be a stalemate, followed by some mistakes and the new army's defeat.

In the ten-kilometer battlefield, the new army's performance was a bit poor. Because the time had been planned before the training, the battle would last for three days. In the first two days, the troops had to simulate marching and changing locations, and could only rely on scouts to obtain information.

In this situation, Al looked down at the overall situation from a God's perspective and observed that the new army's movements were more than a beat slower than the advance corps. On the first day of camping, the advance corps in the north had already begun to repair, while the new army was still procrastinating on the work of barracks and garrisons. Seeing this, Al had to airdrop griffins over to let the new army take it seriously and speed up the matter.

The same thing happened the next day. Even with Al's urging, the new army's speed and reaction were always a beat slower than the other side. Al was so angry that he felt suffocated in the temporary headquarters in the sacred forest and wished he could go and take command himself.

The situation finally occurred on the third day. The advance corps took advantage of the time difference, because they could rest in advance on the second day when there was no fighting. They started to move out in the early morning of the third day, and arrived at the originally planned battlefield before dawn to occupy the advantageous terrain. At the same time, they sent out a large number of scouts to drive out the scouts of the new army and block their vision.

At this time, most of the new troops were still sleeping soundly, waiting to get up at dawn.

Al was so angry that he was getting anxious. If it were a real combat, with the sluggishness and paralysis shown by the new army, they would have been caught by surprise because of their lag in everything.

Although this was a drill, even the old Estalia army, which El looked down upon, was able to participate in it very actively and attentively, while the new army that El had high hopes for was like elementary school students on a picnic, which disappointed him.

Finally, the new army broke camp and headed for the battlefield in a hurry. Soon, they saw that the other side was well prepared and ready for battle. The advantage completely fell into the hands of the advance corps. They could only panic and hurriedly form their battle array according to Al's plan, including marching requirements, formation requirements, and attack methods. They mustered up the courage to launch an attack on the advance army positions that had the advantage of terrain and had built basic defenses, fences, and chevaux de frise.

Then the attack failed and he was hit on the head and bleeding.

More than five hundred people had their helmets and breastplates smashed - those crude things made of wood were not very sturdy and would break with a little force. They were used for judgment purposes, and cracks on the chest and helmet would be considered serious injuries and death, which was a direct loss of personnel.

Then they had to send an envoy to request the change of attack and defense positions. Al agreed with a dark face, and the advance corps naturally accepted it.

So the new army was given another two hours to do the defense, but they did a terrible job in a panic. The regulations that Al had worked so hard to come up with were not used much, and they simply imitated the advance corps... In the end, they still messed up the defense. The advance corps' sharp breakthrough in the front caused a group effect, and they fled all over the mountains and plains, as if they had really lost the battle and were being chased by a vicious enemy.

The new army that Al had high hopes for suffered such a humiliating and foolish defeat in its first battle.

Al thought that this was because he had no command, and he was the one who trained the new army. Without his operation, the combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. So he rested for a few days, and after a few days of overtime work to correct the errors, he planned to go into the field himself.

Of course, to be fair, he did not use any abilities, whether it was the sandbox view from a God's perspective or the blessing of the blood river. He only used his brain and acted as a commander.

But his fate itself has a huge impact on both the enemy and us, so Al's command of this matter was kept secret and not disclosed to the enemy and the lower-level soldiers.

In order to ensure that as many problems as possible could be discovered, Al did not act in a rush at the beginning. Instead, he let the commanders fulfill their responsibilities, covered his whereabouts and walked among the team, summarizing the problems based on his regulations, the commander's orders, and the soldiers' reactions.

This time, with Al directing from behind, the exercise went much better than the last time. The original three-day plan was dragged to the fourth day, and Al used his numerical advantage to bluff and finally forced the advance corps to split up. He seized the opportunity and rushed to the advance army's headquarters in one fell swoop, announcing the capture of the other side's brain, thus winning a narrow victory.

At the worst moment, the sticks of the advance army had already touched the tent of the new army headquarters, and they almost lifted the curtain to see Al sitting at the top wearing an iron mask.

This is just a drill, and the soldiers can use some "life-threatening" fighting methods without much psychological burden. If they really go to the battlefield, Al estimates that the current combat effectiveness of these 5,000 new troops can barely hold off the attack of the advance army, which would be an above-average performance.

This was very different from what he had expected. He was not very confident in his command ability, but from a strategic and tactical point of view, he was a qualified general. If he had the assistance of excellent staff officers, he could still be given the title of "famous general" without any embarrassment.

In this way, we managed to win by taking shortcuts.

It can only be said that Al did not have a clear understanding of his own reforms, and was focused on the excitement of "reform" and "army building", while ignoring practical things.

This is also why he lamented the setting in the Total War game where one can recruit teams of elite soldiers by just spending money.

The complex and diverse regulations had good intentions, but they ignored the soldiers' level of acceptance and became too cumbersome. Moreover, because Al was issuing and revising them at the same time, many people had just remembered what was said yesterday, and today's regulations conflicted with the previous ones, while Al was still excited and unaware of this.

If all you want is a very obedient army with clear leadership levels, then it would be enough for the officers to obey orders, understand instructions, and remember regulations.

But Al has seen the roc spread its wings. If he wants to hatch the egg of the new army, he naturally won't aim to make the leap from a sparrow to a pigeon. It has to be at least a fledgling, right?

Therefore, the regulations promulgated by Al required everyone in the army to memorize them, and they were also matched with various study classes, life meetings, voluntary labor, etc., and all the methods that Al remembered that would help improve the overall level of the army were implemented together.

The result was not satisfactory and instead exhausted the soldiers.

Training during the day, meetings at night, and when not training, they might be dragged to do some "voluntary labor". Sometimes a group of rough guys had to sit on small stools, learn to read, or listen to believers preaching...

The complaints have never stopped. If it weren't for the fact that the tribal army has been victorious in every battle so far, and if it weren't for the dual authority of Ai'er as the Son of God, they probably wouldn't have any headaches in the future if they started to cause trouble.

If even an orthodox city prince had messed with the army like this, the troops would have mutinied in protest long ago.

Al's pace was too fast. He was eager to bring a group of fantastical, feudal-era armies into the modern world, even to the level of another world in some aspects. Sometimes he even thought that he was not moving fast enough and ignored the actual situation of the legion:

Whether in terms of technology, ideas, or the environment, the current new army is far behind the image of what an army should be like, which is deeply rooted in his memory and seems to be taken for granted.

With both hardware and software facilities being greatly backward, it was naturally impossible for El to suddenly improve the combat effectiveness of the troops and turn the Estalia militia into tribal supermen simply by relying on a bunch of regulations that now seemed a bit too "red tape", just like the resolutions and national policies in the game.

After the excitement died down, Al calmed down and reflected, feeling that although he seemed to be doing too much work, it was actually a useless waste. He had no choice but to withdraw the original regulations, simplify them, and then promulgate them for use.

The main thing is to make less trouble than in the past. You can't achieve everything in one go. You have to take it step by step. Let's first work towards the goal of becoming a "qualified army."

The human army is an important part of the tribe's future, but the most important thing at present is not to expect them to have a great fighting power, but to use the manpower advantage of the refugees and the collective melting pot of the army to continuously cultivate batches of veteran warriors who believe in the Four Mothers and are loyal to Ai'er, and then use this to drip ink among the civilians and strengthen their influence...

"call......."

Al put down his pen and looked at the more than ten pages of text he had worked so hard to write. It was as if an inspiration suddenly came to him and he excitedly wrote an outline of tens of thousands of words, and also wrote an introduction and climax of tens of thousands of words. In the end, he never sent it out. It could only lie quietly in the computer document, gathering dust, and occasionally take it out to reminisce about the author who once inspired him.

Excited and lost, excited and lost.

It is estimated that these things will not be needed for some time. After this small setback, Al also realized the truth of not being impatient for success, and he also had a deep understanding of the current level of the new army.

It's probably because the militia is... dissatisfied with the regular army.

It can be used as a reserve army or militia. When he goes south, he can use it to "send a detachment of troops to XXX place, and issue edicts to all directions to conquer it."

It's barely enough to defend the city.

He still has to find a way to strengthen it, otherwise relying on his tribal beastman army of less than 20,000 to fight against the greenskin army of 200,000 will definitely be a heavy loss, just like using the Green Camp as the main force after entering the Pass... Bah!

unlucky!

Al rested his chin on the table, staring blankly.

After all, reality is not a game. You can't recruit soldiers out of thin air by just clicking on national policies and spending a little money... It is impossible to build a strong army from scratch without spending a lot of time and investment.

"Ugh......"

Otherwise, just make do with it for now. If he loses more blood during this period, there's no telling how many Chaos Beastmen are left in the Pina Forest. As the tribe's activities continue to expand, it will be difficult to capture "relatives" and beat them up, and to convince them with virtue (physics). It will be difficult to convert them physically. The troops that want to capture Chaos Beastmen have to go a long way before they can find these guys who have learned to avoid being beaten by the tribe.

When the day comes that the Chaos Beasts in the Pina Forest are either converted or killed, the tribe's way of rapidly increasing its adult population will be cut short, and it can only wait for the beastmen cubs to grow up slowly.

Ai'er estimated that before he sent out his troops - conquered the south - went north to attack the greenskins - and fought with the Estalia, the number of beastmen in the tribe could reach about 100,000 at most. This number was based on his consideration that there were many beastmen in the Kingdom of Estalia itself. Excluding those who ran away or were killed by the greenskins, he estimated that there would be some left. When the tribal army attacked, there would naturally be no distinction between you and me. Who is the shepherd god? Convert everyone to the Four Mothers!

"Fourth Mother!"

This time, the smell of sulfur seemed to be sprayed directly on Al's face, and a burning smell lingered in the tent.

Al frowned and raised his hand to fan the air in front of his eyes, but the unpleasant smell, like that of burning blood, could not be dissipated.

【You want a legion! 】

The sound of swords clashing, and the piercing voice of Al's good mother, the first one to demonstrate the mother-son relationship and the one who helped him the most, exploded in the boy's mind, like the beating of war drums, like limbs being separated.

[Then why——don't let them worship my flag! ]

The voice of the Chaos God was filled with uncontrollable anger. As the god of killing, fighting, and war, she watched her son, who she had "high hopes for", making fools of himself in matters concerning the army.

It was as if he hadn't even remembered where he had eaten first.

Al, who was sitting, felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Yes!

What kind of institutional modernization am I doing in the magical world?

Just let them shout "Blood Sacrifice, Blood Mother's Skull and Throne" and move forward "Waaaaaagh"!

The angry horned beast also followed the order and hacked and hacked, and also knocked over the big guy...

As if sensing Al's thoughts, the smell of sulfur in the air became stronger.

Al felt that he had done something stupid, very stupid, so stupid that he was just like the low-level system and the incompetent host, and forgot his own cheat code.

"Mom, my Mother Goddess, please forgive my disrespect."

He stood up and walked to the shrine.

It was a large eight-pointed star wheel embedded in the wall. The four long trunks were engraved with the marks of the four Chaos Goddesses, and in the middle was a six-pointed star.

Raising his hand and gently stroking the bottom of the Anti-Khorne symbol, Al showed a humble and solemn expression.

"I assure you that bringing you glory and praise is one of the primary purposes of me and my legion."

"I believe that under your encouragement and teaching, they will be convinced and pray for you on the battlefield..."

If Myrmidia could no longer offer the Estalia people protection, then it would not be amiss for a stricter, more demanding goddess to offer guidance to the Estalia people.

Al found that he had gone in completely the wrong direction. His strengths did not lie at all in the new farming ideas he had been dreaming of developing.

Tribes, tribes, future beastmen - the Southern Kingdom...

The part of this achievement of El that has been shown so far has deceived almost everyone, the Estalia, the expeditionary force, the elves...even El himself.

Its essence and inner being and purpose throughout!

It's just a thing that the Eternal Chosen El built for himself.

Apocalypse Gang!