Chapter 31: Self-recommended

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

But he still spoke, and said to this modeller in front of him: "Mr. Modeller, what kind of position are you looking for when you come to me like this?"

"You are Grand Duke Ellen Hill?" Modler looked at the young man on horseback in front of him, with a look of disbelief. He always thought that Grand Duke Ellen Hill had the ability to, in a short period of more than a year, even Kemaine, the ferry, and the Tubao and North County must be some age.

But the Chris in front of him was too young, so young that he was a little daunted to follow such a young man, and the pressure was much greater than with a middle-aged Grand Duke.

"If there is no second Grand Duke Ailanhill, I think I will be the person you are talking about." Chris smiled heartily and introduced himself: "I am Ailanhill Chris, love The Grand Duke of the Principality of Lanhill... how about you?"

"Me? I'm actually a general." Modeller was taken aback after hearing Chris' question. He really didn't expect that after he reported his family, someone would not know him.

Speaking of his experience, it can be regarded as the protagonist of a biographical novel. In the early years, he, a civilian, relied on the defensive battle against the Dothan Empire in the south, from the small soldiers of the Arante Empire, and was promoted to the youngest high-level commander in history.

Because of his fierce combat and excellent command, Dothan's senior officials hated him deeply and gave him the nickname "Mr. Bastard." However, the southern frontier of Arante kindly called him "victorious general."

However, after hundreds of battles, he did not become the hero of Arante. In a political struggle, he was expelled from the army for offending General Zorn, and he did not even get a penny for the settlement. , Left the barracks he loved.

Disheartened, he has not heard from since then, who knew he would live in seclusion in the vast sea of ​​the north until today.

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

He read some books about war in Arante before and saw this name. The above said that Modler was a very powerful commander, but he did not describe this person in detail.

In the same way, Desaier also mentioned this general to him, thinking that he was a recruitable, noble and good-looking general.

It is a pity that Chris, who thinks he does not have much capital, does not have the ability to "recruit the world's heroes". He can only find 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 camp is actually not much. Currently, only Desaier, Gurlo, and a naval commander Lawnes are the only ones.

Now, with a general who was admired by Dessell standing in front of him, Chris really felt flattered and unreal.

He has heard about the protagonist in the novel, when he meets a little brother, the other party pays homage to his head. But when he encountered something like this, he knew how cool it was.

This is really a kind of destiny, heroes and famous people all follow right and left. Chris smiled embarrassedly, pulled himself back to reason, and asked, "Why come to me?"

After hearing this question, Modler looked at the artillery that was ready to fire in the distance, and replied: "I saw the siege of your troops just now. This...this weapon is really strong. I think that you have such a force, you may need a decent commander."

"So, do you think you are such a ‘decent’ commander?" The smile on Chris’s face became more obvious, and he looked at the conceited general in front of him with interest.

"If you don't mind, you can let me try." This time, Modeller was humbled. He is not a well-known person, he is just a general who has been squeezed out.

What he wants is a position, a position that can continue to command the army to win victory and reflect his value. Let him prove how stupid the people who drove him out of the army were.

Now, there is such an opportunity before his eyes: If he can command such a force, then he may really recast his glory. So he came, offered himself, and didn't mean to shrink at all.

Chris deliberately wanted to test whether this modeller had any real skills. He pointed his horse whip to the military formation in the distance and asked: "You should have seen my army in the distance... …how are you feeling?"

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

"Talk about it." Chris doesn't mind having an expert show his troops a look, even if the other party didn't come up with an idea, it can be used as a reference.

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

Chris agrees with this very much. Originally, this war was launched hastily under the premise of a hurry. The training of the troops is seriously inadequate, and this is something he knew in advance.

Then, Modeller continued to talk about the key things he thought: "These soldiers are only relying on powerful weapons to fight. If they leave these powerful weapons and equipment, they will even be reluctant to stand in front of the enemy."

"In fact, 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 make soldiers do what they are now. But I think it can be better, nothing more." Modeller explained something, which was a relief to Chris' emotions.

"However, speaking of weapons, this is another matter... Your weapons are too powerful to strike at enemies thousands of meters away. This is something that bows and arrows cannot do." He mentioned the weapon again. , Summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of Chris's troops.

As before, after complimenting Chris, Modeller asked about the problem again: "However, none of your soldiers are wearing armor. This is another very serious problem."

He pointed to the grenadiers in the front row: "Maybe you are too confident in your weapons. I believe that no one can break through your weapons and fight your troops in close hand-to-hand combat. But you ignore it. One problem is that when you can't give play to your advantages, you are destined to fall into a disadvantage."

Without seeing the weird expression on Chris’ face, Modler continued: “For example, now, you dare not throw in your soldiers and approach Bhanhai City for a storm. Because once you get into the range of the bow and arrow, there is no armor and shield. The troops will inevitably have 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-man heavy armored soldier at this time, you don't have to wait in the wilderness at this time, but have already invaded. The castle of the sea is here." Modler talked freely, expressing his various opinions.

Chris did not bother to explain to Modler at this point: Limited by the common sense of the world, it is impossible for Modler to predict what extent Chris’s technical weapons can achieve, so he does not You may know what Chris will transform his army into in the future.

When modern weapons and equipment, such as tanks and airplanes, all appear on the battlefield, there will be no shortcomings and shortcomings when soldiers do not have the small problem of armor.

Of course, Chris would not demand Modler. In his opinion, he is already a very good commander with such insights. Hearing that Modler emphasized the logistics and other aspects of supplies, Chris was already very satisfied with the general who was in front of him.

"Let's do it! General Modler! Follow me here to see how our troops fight... After returning to Serris, we will discuss your position and position." Chris pondered. Using words, he said his thoughts carefully.

What he showed was not in line with the calmness of his age, but it made Modler somewhat relieved: In his opinion, young age is the weakest shortcoming of this lord. After this shortcoming, Ailan Hill has no weaknesses anymore.

"Thank your Majesty for taking in!" Modler did not talk nonsense, standing in place and looking at the artillery position over there: Compared with the infantry who had not been dazzling, he was still against the artillery who destroyed the city. more interested.

In fact, this is not to blame him, because he hasn't seen how dazzling the record of these grenadiers who don't even have armor in the battle of the fort.

"Boom!" With the start of a volley, a new attack kicked off. After 30 cannonballs faintly fell behind the walls of Vast Sea Castle, Modler finally decided to give a credit to his new owner, Chris.

I saw him turning sideways, making a fist with his right hand and pressing it on his chest, and suggested: "Your Majesty! I am willing to go to Bhanhai City to persuade you to surrender... Let your Majesty spend less time. After all, Lord Wilkes and I There is also a little friendship, maybe they can lay down their weapons and surrender..."