Thirty-One Self-Recommendations

"Maudelaire?" Chris felt as if he had heard the name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while.

But he still opened his mouth and said to the Mordelair in front of him: "Mr. Mordelair, what kind of position are you trying to find for me by coming to join me like this?"

"You are Archduke Alan Hill?" Mordelair looked at the young man on horseback in disbelief. He had always thought that Archduke Alan Hill had the ability to, in a short period of more than a year, even Kemain, Ferry, Earth Fort and Northshire must have some age.

But Chris in front of him was too young, so young that Mordrel was a little discouraged-to be with such a young man, the pressure was much greater than that of a middle-aged grand duke.

"If there is no second Archduke Alan Hill, I think I am the person you said." Chris laughed heartily and introduced himself: "I am Alan Hill Chris, love The Grand Duke of the Principality of Ranhill... how about you?"

"Me? I'm actually a general." Mordelair was stunned when he heard Chris' question. He really didn't expect that after he reported himself, someone didn't know him.

To talk about his experience, it can be regarded as the level of the protagonist of a biographical novel. In the early years, he, a civilian, relied on the defensive battle of the Dothan Empire in the south, and all the way from a soldier of the Arrant Empire to the youngest senior commander in history.

Because of his bravery in combat and excellent command, Dothan's executives hated him so much that they nicknamed him "Mr. Asshole". However, the southern frontier army of Arland affectionately called him "General Victory".

However, after hundreds of battles, he did not become a hero of Arrant in the end. During a political struggle, he was expelled from the army because he offended General Zorn, and he did not even get a penny of the settlement fee. , he left the camp he loved.

Disheartened, he has not heard from him since then. Who knew that he would live in seclusion in the vast ocean in the north, until today.

"General?" Hearing this answer, Chris finally remembered why he was so familiar with this name.

He had read some of Arante's books about war before and had seen this name. It said that this Mordelair was a very powerful commander, but it did not describe this person in detail.

In the same way, Des also mentioned this General Mordelair to him, thinking that he is a general who can be recruited, has a high moral character and uses his troops like a god.

It's a pity that Chris, who thinks he doesn't have much capital, does not have the ability to " recruit heroes from all over the world". He can only discover talents in the territory he controls, and cultivate as many reserve talents as possible to fill his employment gap.

Similar to foreign refugees, the proportion of Chris's faction is not much. At present, only Des and Gullo, and a naval commander, Lawens.

Now, with a general who was respected by Des standing in front of him, Chris really had an unreal feeling of being flattered.

He had heard of the protagonists in the novels, when they met a younger brother, and the other party bowed his head. But when he encountered such a thing, he knew how cool it felt.

This is really a kind of destiny, and heroes and famous officials are all floating around. Chris smiled embarrassedly, pulled himself back into reason, and asked, "Why did you come to rely on me?"

Hearing this question, Modler looked at the artillery that was ready to go in the distance, and replied, "I saw your army's siege just now, this... this kind of weapon is really powerful. . . . I think, with such a force, you might need a decent commander."

"So, do you consider yourself to be such a 'decent' commander?" The smile on Chris' face became more pronounced.

With great interest, he re-examined the arrogant general in front of him.

"If you don't mind, you can let me try." This time, Mordelair was modest. He is not a famous person, he is just an outcast general.

What he wanted was a position, a position where he could continue to command the army, to win and to embody his worth. Let him prove how stupid the people who kicked him out of the army were.

Now, there is such an opportunity in front of him: if he can command such a force, then he may really recreate the glory of Mordelair. So he came and offered himself, without any intention of backing down.

Chris actually wanted to test the school to see if this Mordelair had any real skills. He pointed at the army formation in the distance with his horsewhip and asked, "You should have seen my army in the distance... …How does it feel?"

"Powerful! I have to say, your army can be said to be the strongest mortal army in the world." Mordelair first praised a few words, and then turned the conversation: "However, they can still be stronger. of."

"Tell me about it." Chris didn't mind having an expert show his troops a picture, even if the other party didn't mention the point, it could be used as a reference.

Mordelal thought for a while and replied, "Let's talk about the training of the unit first. This unit is obviously a new recruit. Their training is very inadequate. By my standards, they have not even passed the qualifying line."

Chris agreed with this very much. Originally, this war was also launched hastily by him under the premise of being in a hurry. The training of the troops was seriously insufficient, which was something he knew in advance.

Then, Mordelair continued to talk about what he thought was the key point: "These soldiers are only fighting with powerful weapons. If they leave these powerful weapons and equipment, they are a little reluctant to stand in front of the enemy."

"Actually, this is already very good. I don't know how difficult it is to train the use of new weapons, but it is also an achievement to enable soldiers to get to this point. However, I think it can be better, that's all." Modler explained, which was to calm Chris's emotions.

"However, when it comes to weapons, that's another story... Your weapons are so powerful that they can hit the enemy from thousands of meters away. That's something a bow and arrow can't do." He brought up the weapon again. , summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of Chris's troops.

Just like before, after complimenting Chris, Mordelair raised the problem again: "However, none of your soldiers are wearing armor, which is another rather serious problem."

He pointed to the grenadiers in the front row: "Maybe you are too confident in your weapons, and you believe that no one can break through your weapons and fight your troops in close combat. But you ignored it. One problem is that when you can't use your strengths, you're doomed to be at a disadvantage."

Not seeing the strange expression on Chris' face, Mordelair continued: "For example, now, you don't dare to throw in your soldiers and attack Vast Sea City. Because once you enter the range of bows and arrows, there are no armors and shields. The troops will inevitably suffer unbearable casualties."

"So, you can only wait steadily until the opponent surrenders or the city wall is destroyed by an explosion. If you have a 200-person heavy armored soldier at this time, you probably don't have to wait in the wilderness at this time, but have already invaded. The Vast Sea Castle." Mordelair spoke eloquently, expressing his various opinions.

Chris disdainfully explained this to Modler: Limited by the common sense of this world, what Chris's technical weapons can achieve, Modler can't predict, so he doesn't You may know what Chris will transform his army into in the future.

When modern weapons and equipment such as tanks and aircraft appear on the battlefield, the small problem of soldiers without armor will not be a shortcoming and disadvantage.

Of course, Chris won't be demanding on Modler. In his opinion, with such insight, he is already a very good commander. Hearing that Modler emphasized logistical supplies and other matters, Chris was very satisfied with the general who came to the door in front of him.

"Let's do it! General Mordelair! You follow me here to see how our troops fight... After returning to Serris, we will discuss your position and duties." Chris thought for a moment With words, he spoke his thoughts carefully.

The composure he showed was not in line with his age, but it made Mordrel somewhat relieved: in his opinion, young age was the lord's weakest shortcoming. After this shortcoming was insufficient, Ailan Hill had no weaknesses to speak of.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your stay!" Mordelair didn't talk nonsense. He stood there and looked at the artillery position over there: Compared with the infantry who had never performed well, he was still the artillery who destroyed the city and pulled out the village. more interested.

In fact, it's not his fault, because he didn't see how dazzling the results of these grenadiers who didn't even have armor in the battle of the earth fort.

"Boom!" With the start of a salvo, a new attack kicked off. After 30 cannonballs faintly fell behind the walls of the Vast Sea Castle, Modler finally decided to make a contribution to his new master Chris.

I saw him turn sideways, put his right fist on his chest, and suggested: "Your Majesty! I am willing to go to Vast Sea City to persuade surrender... Let Your Majesty spend less effort. After all, Lord Wilkes and I There is also a little friendship, maybe they can put down their weapons and surrender..."