Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 1

  Chapter 1 1 Berg Outpost

   The constant sound of logging rang out from the black forest.

   "Squeak...", the axe swung down again, and the hollowed-out tree trunk finally couldn't bear the weight of the trunk and fell to the ground with a bang.

   The man beside the tree, with the axe in his hand flying up and down, cutting down branches, and collecting firewood are his daily tasks.

  As the fall is approaching step by step, the entire principality is increasingly in short supply.

  Electrors directly under the jurisdiction of the subordinate counties, barons, and even low-level knight fiefs could not provide timely supplies for the soldiers stationed in the defensive strongholds.

  Especially this spring, the northern Norsca longships sailed south, and the large-scale invasion of plunderers forced the northern principalities to suffer greatly.

   Huge numbers of people were plundered, villages were burned, and the strength of the entire empire in the north was greatly reduced. Ordinary people could not even feed and clothe them for a day, not to mention weapons and armor.

   From the coal and firewood used for heating, you can feel the obvious gap.

  Midden Territory is located in the northern part of the Empire, and the temperature is ten degrees lower than that of the southern Elector Territories on average. Especially near the stronghold on the edge of the Dracowald Forest, it is cold day and night.

   Not paying attention to keeping warm and acting alone at night, not to mention the dangerous chaotic creatures in the dark night, even the cold can make an adult male incompetent.

   "Phew", after Lailun finished everything, he stood up straight, exhaled a long breath, and looked at the dense forest in the distance, his eyes narrowed habitually. His back was stiffly pushed back, and a brief relaxation refreshed his spirits.

  The scene in front of you is different from the prosperity of the city that you are familiar with in the past. Naturally vents and grows at will, and the border of civilization dances with the wild.

   This is the medieval world, a world full of despair and sorrow.

   The Lailun in front of him, although the body is a part of the human empire in the medieval world, but the soul and spiritual will come from the dimension beyond the medieval world.

   In simple terms, Laylen's soul is an outsider who has traversed, occupying the body of an ordinary garrison soldier in this human empire.

   The strange thing is that the memories of the souls who have passed through are intact, but only the names are lost in the past.

At the beginning of   's time travel, Lallen thought it was a dream that fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up for a short time.

   But on the third day, during a night attack by the Beastmen, he witnessed a big horned beast grabbing the robe beside him and tearing it apart, and the smell of blood filled his nose at that moment.

   He fainted without warning.

   For this kind of inexplicable thing, no one can explain it, and Laren has no chance to find out the mystery of himself. Anyone who let such a strange thing happen to him will be afraid, and Laren is no exception.

   Fortunately, he often tempers his xinxing on weekdays, and is considered a person with excellent psychological endurance.

   The moment he woke up after the war, he was lying on the sick bed, the whole ward was filled with a damp and musty smell, mixed with an unusually pungent smell of urine.

  Lauren is constantly thinking about life and what to do in the future.

   One person curled up on the bed in the corner of the ward, with his back to the crowd at the outpost.

  Other soldiers only thought he was overly sad, which is a common thing in the army.

  In the medieval world, the war of mankind against the darkness is full of despair, and every victory is just lingering, waiting for the next war of life and death.

   A week later, Lailun gradually accepted the reality, and with the help of the original memory of the body he possessed, he also had a general understanding of his own situation and location.

  I am in Midden, one of the twelve Electors of the Human Empire.

  Has the largest temple of the white wolf **** of war "Uric" in the entire empire, stretching from the Rik River in the south and Westland in the west, to the free city of Marienburg in the east and Middenheim in the north.

  The frontier is huge and comparable to the southern Tarabek.

Laylen knows a lot about this land. The former Emperor Sigmar once had a battle with the powerful Thuringian "Alpha Wolf" chieftain on the top of the White Wolf Mountain in Middenheim about the great human empire in the future. The battle of the chosen gods.

When Sigmar became a human queen, one of the most important decisions was to return the dominion over the territories to which the twelve chieftains belonged, but required the electors to be loyal to this only human empire. When the empire was in trouble, each The Elector must lend a helping hand.

   Since then, the class of chiefs has also disappeared, and replaced by the title of Elector, which is inherited by the families of the chiefs.

  The operation of each region is like a separate and independent principality. Except when faced with a major crisis or a major meeting, the emperor of the empire convenes a meeting of electors and an imperial parliament, calling on the principalities to participate in discussions or recruit soldiers to coordinate supplies.

  In September 2502 of the imperial calendar, the new emperor Karl Franz came to the throne.

  Lyren also celebrated his 20th birthday the same month with the Warrior Ceremony, a Thuringian tradition that represents the appearance of a warrior worthy enough to bear the name "Urik".

  Lyren was still a little excited about coming to the Middle Ages.

   Countless epic battles, legendary heroes gathered together, each race has its glory and decline, the most important thing is that the fist is strong and powerful, and it can dominate in the medieval world.

   It's just that the ideal returns to the ideal, and the reality is still cruel and suffocating and despairing.

  Ryren is just an insignificant Imperial soldier stationed in the outer outpost of Drakovald Forest.

   In particular, his special appearance and his cowardly and deceiving character in his past life made people unscrupulously ridicule him and trample his dignity at will.

After    was possessed, Lallen became taciturn and did not look like a bully.

But in the entire outpost, except for the friendly Captain Hanni, who occasionally cares about life and training, everyone else regards him as air, and he is still the first to do the dirty work. he.

  Laylen doesn't care about this, so what if someone who has made a big deal forbears for a while? Besides, he was happy that others didn't pay attention.

   He picked up three bundles of dry wood that he had chopped on his back, and went back along the river that passed through the outside of the forest.

  The area where the firewood is cut is in the inner layer of the forest, and no trees are allowed to block the outpost's location. It is not only to prevent beastmen, but also to widen the shooting range to strengthen the defender's advantage.

  The river meanders to the southwest. The central mountains are located in the hinterland of the northern electoral territories, Midden, Hawke, Nord, and Oster. Nearly 90% of the rivers are supplied by the melting snow from the peaks of the central mountains.

   Laren of this world was just transferred from the southern electoral territory to the north to be stationed in the north only two months ago, and missed the scene of the flooding of the river in the summer flood.

   Now, the water level of this river has dropped a lot, and a lot of muddy places are exposed on both sides of the river. .

  The huge human empire is not short of land, but there is very little cultivated land that can be safely cultivated by serfs and peasants.

  Because of the huge territory of the empire, millions of populations are scattered across the vast territory, forming villages after villages and towns after another.

   Similarly, there are countless beastmen in every forest of the empire, the hills are full of green-skinned orcs' camps, and there is a threat of midnight dignitaries in the southeastern corner of the empire's territory.

Laylen has the most distinctive feature of the Turingen people. He is tall and tall. The Turingen Berserkers were shirtless a thousand years ago. In the era when iron weapons did not appear, the ancestors of the Turingen people could compete with the orcs only by physical fitness. Guy fights.

   It's just that the man possessed by Laylen has a strong body. He was too cowardly in his life in the past, and everyone in the outpost could bully him.

  What is unusual is that Lallen's hair is black, and the pupil color is not the brownish yellow commonly seen in Middens.

   Not only his appearance, but over time, Laylen discovered special abilities in his body.

   After slowing down his strength, Lailun looked straight ahead, and with a move of consciousness, a transparent panel appeared in front of him. At the top of the panel, a pure white skull was inlaid with a golden twin-tailed comet in front of his forehead.

  【Host: Lallen】

  【Race: Human】

  【Level: lv1】

  【Equipment: None】

  【Lucky blessing: 94100】

   A panel that Laren summoned at will. Like most traversers, he came to another world with his golden finger, but two months later, nothing happened.

  Lairn noticed the small print on the next line of the grade:

  【Experience value: 487500】

   "In fact, the experience value has increased by 3 points, so it's not a waste of time." He sighed.

   After more than a month of observation, Lallen gradually understood the meaning of the numbers on this panel.

  Experience value is similar to experience value. With daily training of various abilities, such as sword fighting and slashing, the experience value can be increased. The experience value is linked to the level.

   Before I could take a closer look, a pale gray flash appeared, and another panel popped out.

  【Minion Mission: Level up to lv2 (12)】

  Laylen was about to take his eyes back, but he was stunned for a while. This was the first time the system had responded. Looking at the newly popped up panel, Laylen felt a little dizzy.

   Minion missions? Is the co-authoring system clear about your current situation? A tiny soldier ready to die for the Empire!

   For a split second, Lailun had the urge to scold the system and let him transmigrate into something bad? Wouldn't it be okay to make do with being an ordinary knight in Britannia next door? There are fiefs and serfs who are raising them, and they are unhappy for a lifetime, and it is not impossible to pass like that.

   Maybe one day the goddess is lucky enough to take a fancy to her and allow herself to take a sip of foot wash and become a dog licking knight from now on.

   After taking a deep breath, Lallen patted his forehead to wake himself up a little, calmed down the "humiliation" in his heart, and carefully read the description of the reward.

  [Reward 1: Unlock the personal attribute panel, the host can use "skill points"]

  【Reward 2: Luck value increases by 3 points. 】

Skill points?

  God knows which options the system will give, all in all, it's a good thing, and the second option increases luck, and Laren doesn't understand.

  Traveling to the present, the biggest confusion is the lucky value on the panel, which has neither text description nor daily reminder, which is rather mysterious.

   I thought it would be some kind of luck gain. In the medieval world, the God of Luck can be said to be the most popular god.

Luckily for Lailun for a period of time, he went back and forth in the forest, hoping to pick up a knight's sword and a few copper and silver coins, but he didn't encounter anything. After walking down, he stepped on a lot of dried Beastman dung.

The luck value of the    system will only automatically increase by 1 point every day. Over time, Lallen will let it go and change with it.

"Let's be safe as soon as you come, you will be able to level up soon, and adding 3 points of luck can make up 100 points. I just don't know what good things will be given." Lailun cleared his mind and stepped up to the outpost in the forest. rush.

  The forest in the afternoon is also very dangerous, and in order to prevent others from discovering the problem, I deliberately went deeper into the forest to chop wood.

  Layen was wearing a worn and wrinkled blue-and-white soldier's uniform. The original colors that were not bright were almost gone, and he wore a dirty black felt hat on his head.

   The pair of leather boots with severely cracked edges on the feet are no different from bare feet except that they can be called "wearing shoes".

Although his whole body is a little "scruffy", his clothes are tattered and full of patches like most imperial soldiers, but Lailen's military uniform is still very clean. Whenever he has time, he goes to the river next to the outpost to change clothes in time. .

   Hygiene awareness is necessary. In case of infection with some kind of germs, Laylen can't count on the "famous doctors" in the medieval world.

   When the poor at the bottom encounter a very difficult disease, they either wait to die in place, or they are sent to the Church of the "Goddess of Mercy" Serina to be treated by a priest. The latter can only be found in large towns.

  Because of the lack of materials, most of the soldiers' weapons and equipment have not been replaced and maintained for a long time. The most serious thing is not this. The granary in the outpost is gradually bottoming out.

Some time ago at the outpost, Lallen overheard a conversation between Captain Toka and a pioneer cavalry. Captain Toma has always been worried about the food, although he is more concerned about the amount of silver coins distributed on it, so that he can go to Bray Town. Enjoy.

   The short-handled long sword hanging from the waist trembled with the pace. The long sword was popular among provincial soldiers or conscripts as a standard weapon, but a trivial weapon was the biggest guarantee for the survival of countless imperial soldiers.

  In the medieval world, there were many wars, and it was easier said than done to survive in the face of all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods.

  Lairn was walking eastward with the firewood on his back. Although his body was not as strong as a tiger's back, he was still strong. Even though he was a young adult, he walked several miles with a few heavy bundles of firewood on his back, but he still didn't feel any effort.

   After a long time, he walked out of the Dracowald Forest. The sun was about to sink into the western mountains, and the orange afterglow shone on his whole body.

  The outer layers of the deep forest are all reclaimed flat land. Looking around, the terrain is open, and large tracts of black land are connected together.

   In another dimension world, just the two banks of the river, the fertile soil, and the convenience of irrigation are enough to develop thousands of hectares of fertile and fertile fields. In the Middle Ages, it was just a luxury.

   At the end of the river bank, in the distance, on a raised hill, a tower with a height of 6 meters stands majestically inside the outpost, and the entire outpost presents a semi-circle.

  The outer perimeter of the outpost is more than 70 meters, and all the logs are used to build a 2-meter-high wall, especially the wall built near the water in the north is 3 meters at the highest point.

  There is also a trench dug around the outpost, and the bottom of the trench is filled with sharp wooden thorns. Only the suspension bridges on the east and west sides can enter the outpost.

  If one falls carelessly, it will be upside down, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

This is the defensive stronghold where Lallen is stationed, southwest of Midden Land, one of the four outposts under the town of Bray, Baron of Delavan, Berg Post. A total of 23 Imperial soldiers are stationed here, including 11 melee sword and shield soldiers and spears. Soldiers, 8 crossbowmen, and 4 pioneer cavalry, Lallen is one of the melee sword and shield soldiers.

  Midden led most of the northwest to the Dracowald Forest. The threat of the beasts and greenskins in the deep forest forced the Northern Electors to build a large number of outposts to arrange for defense.

There will be an outpost every 5 miles, and even one or two hereditary baron castles will be located in some critical positions. Of course, the defensive strength will also be greatly increased. The defenders of the baron castle alone may exceed 100 people, let alone. The conscripted garrison dispatched by the electoral leaders can number up to more than 600 people.

The    outpost occupies the entire hill, and the terrain is commanding.

  Although it is located in a dangerous border area, the 50 meters of land around the outpost will arrange for soldiers stationed to reclaim some arable land and grow vegetables for daily consumption, such as green vegetables, carrots, and chickpeas. These arable land are surrounded by fences.

There is a water source next to   , and the fields around the outpost are quite convenient to irrigate, but only the 50-meter circle can be cultivated, and there is no time to take care of it outside the security range of the outpost, resulting in large tracts of good land being abandoned.

  Laylen quickened his pace, and soon, he came to the ditch outside the wall of Bella Post.

There is a wooden gate facing the west of the Drakovald Forest. The entire gate is four meters high. In the center of the highest hanging building, there is a shield painted with a white wolf standing on the castle, which symbolizes the Midden collar logo. , Usually the garrison of Bella Outpost relies on the suspension bridge of the hanging building.

  Lauren avoided several hidden traps, walked to Haogou, and shouted at the gatehouse, "Put down the drawbridge! I'm back!"

Called three times in a row, and after a while, someone poked his head out of the gatehouse and saw that it was Lailun, the man grinned and said, "Yo, the timid little brat is back from chopping wood! Why didn't you get caught in the woods? Those beastmen caught it, skinned it, and ate it?"

  Lyren knew that this man was the "hateful" Maz, and he often followed Captain Thomas with a sly smile on his face.

   treats other people in the outpost with a different face, and together with the four ** bullying the recruits who have just arrived for a few months, Laylen in this world is often teased by him, so he has never liked him.

   ignored the sarcasm, Lallen just shouted: "Put down the drawbridge!"

Maz made a fool of himself. Usually, Laren's face was flushed, and it was very funny that he couldn't speak. He seemed to be a different person recently. Abarth, a veteran on duty, strode over from the other side of the fence with a cold face.

  Maz twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, and hurriedly roared: "What's the hurry, you are only fit for feeding horses!"

   While cursing, he turned the rope of the hanging door to lower the suspension bridge, and shouted at the outpost: "The timid guy is back, let's go and greet him!"

   Soon the outpost was full of noise, and four men in tattered clothes gathered behind the gate, and one of them said loudly: "This kid Lailun doesn't listen to the old soldier's advice, it looks like he can carry it all alone!"

   "Just him?! The guy who fainted before he even entered the battlefield?! Hahaha." Maz sneered as he slowly walked down the gate.

   A few people next to him responded, looking at the figure outside the door and smiling recklessly.

  Lairen carried firewood on his back, the suspension bridge under his feet creaked, his face was gloomy, and he walked forward on his own.

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