Chapter 893: Recruiting Soldiers and Going Out of the City to Fight the Enemy
Soul Ring is one of the must-have equipment for heroes who rely on skill output and lack mana in the early stage.
For Mo Cheng, who has always had insufficient mana and has [Dragon Bloodline] and [Berserker Blood] for recovery, this equipment will be of great use at critical moments.
That night, Lord Baigu held a banquet in his mansion to entertain Mo Cheng and other soldiers who had fought their way back from outside the city.
"I am willing to lead the Baigu militia to fight against the Wuman outside the city. I hope the city lord will allow it."
The Lord of Baigu City was also a decisive person. He immediately decided that as long as Mo Cheng was willing, he could recruit local good families to form a cavalry team at any time.
That’s right, Lord Baigucheng didn’t want any of the war horses that Mo Cheng got from the Ghost Demon Cavalry, and even said that Baigucheng could provide the corresponding weapons and armor.
I don't know how Bao Lian and his Ghost Cavalry fought, but it was clear that this scene had left Bai Gucheng with a psychological trauma.
However, this is undoubtedly a good thing for Mo Cheng. Not only is there no restriction on recruiting soldiers from Baigu City, but there is also support in terms of food and logistics. The rest of the things are much simpler. It is enough to take people out of the city to train.
As long as they can survive the battlefield, the new recruits can become veterans, and Mo Cheng's many halos can still save people's lives, let alone other things.
At night, Mo Cheng returned to his residence but did not fall asleep. Instead, he studied the [Soul Ring] he had obtained today.
He silently activated the active skill [ Sacrifice ], and part of the vitality in his body was immediately absorbed by the ring in his hand. Then a stream of energy was fed back from the ring to replenish Mo Cheng's mana.
“It seems that this function can be improved.”
Mo Cheng lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about. He just used [Sacrifice] sporadically, not caring about the converted mana, and let it evaporate.
After struggling for more than an hour, Mo Cheng nodded and found some inspiration. "It's a pity that the conversion efficiency is not high, otherwise mana will no longer be a shortcoming in the future."
[Soul Ring] can indeed convert Mo Cheng's vitality into mana, but after some trial and error, Mo Cheng discovered that the efficiency of [Soul Ring] in converting vitality is not very high.
The recovery of Mo Cheng's own vitality is higher than the loss of [Soul Ring], but the mana converted by [Soul Ring] has a time limit, and that time is not too long, so this equipment is just to increase the upper limit of his own mana.
This piece of equipment can allow you to do some fancy moves, but it cannot be a decisive piece of equipment.
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On the other side, on Wu Man’s flying boat, a dry and old hand was pressing on a corpse.
It was the body of a ghost cavalryman, the body was purple all over, as if it had suffocated to death.
But the owner of the withered hand did not think so. He felt a strong and evil vitality from the corpse.
Virus!
An imperceptible green gas from the corpse quietly rolled up the dry palm, but the owner of the palm just squeezed it lightly and crushed the imperceptible breath.
"Take it out and burn it. No matter whose body it is, burn it thoroughly. The weapons, clothes, and horses should all be handled in the same way. For those who are still alive, let the shaman examine them carefully."
The old voice gave the order and explained, "It's the plague. The bodies brought back have the seeds of the plague on them. We can't let them be buried, otherwise the plague will infect all of us."
When the people listening nearby heard the word "plague", they couldn't help but shudder. For the Wuman people living in the Jueming Mountains who were short of all kinds of supplies , especially medical supplies, every time they came into contact with "plague", it meant the destruction of three or five tribes.
Sometimes there would be a few lucky people left in some tribes, but more often the entire tribe was wiped out.
There was no need to give any more orders, as the surrounding witches and barbarians began to mobilize their men and horses to burn the bodies.
"Who killed Baolian?"
"A student from Baigu City, very young, I have never seen him before. He has a treasure in his hand that looks like it is made of ice. We suffered the plague because of that thing."
After a long silence, the voice that answered asked, "High Witch Priest, are we still going to attack Baigu City?"
The Great Shaman Priest looked at the city in the distance and said, "It is becoming increasingly difficult to survive in the mountains. This year, the food we get from farming and hunting is less than half of what we used to get. If we don't take down Baigu City, are we going to starve to death?"
This is a question that does not require any thought at all. The grain production this year is not even half of that in previous years. Even though the grain production in previous years was barely enough, a group of elderly and weak people have to be abandoned.
In the current environment, if we don’t capture Baigu City, we will just have to wait for the tribes to starve to death one after another.
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The next day, Mo Cheng found an open space, planted the flag, and waited there.
Tu Shanyi said that he would leave the matter to him, so Mo Cheng didn't care about it. Anyway, for him, the use of soldiers and horses was to follow behind and reap heads. If there were no soldiers and horses following him, he would just have to do some odd jobs himself.
It’s just that the flag was hoisted in the early morning, and hundreds of people had gathered before noon.
They were all students and good family members who had fought against the enemy together with Mo Cheng yesterday. After asking around, they found out that as early as yesterday after Mo Cheng went to the City Lord's Mansion for a banquet, Tu Shanyi took Bao Lian's head to each household that had a blood feud with Bao Lian, and told Mo Cheng that he was gathering people. If Mo Cheng wanted to gain a reputation, he could go and give it a try.
With the heads of violent chain victims as proof, many of them were personal witnesses, so the number of people who came today directly exceeded one thousand.
“There are a bit too many people.”
Mo Cheng took a look and knew that there were too many people, and there must be some among them who did not meet his requirements.
"So how do you plan to choose, Brother Mo?"
"Don't be picky, let them stay on their own." Mo Cheng stood up and looked at the group of soldiers standing in line below him. Baigu City has to go to war with the Wuman in the Jueming Mountains every ten years, so it's hard to say anything else about this place. The most basic military training is probably so good that even a seven or eight-year-old child on the roadside can stand in line.
"Pick up your weapons and follow me out of the city to fight the Wuman."
Without saying anything more, Mo Cheng turned around and walked towards the city gate.
"Brother Mo, those soldiers have not received their horses and armor yet..."
"No need for war horses. There are more than a thousand people here, and I only have a few hundred captured horses. It will be a hassle to decide who to give them to and who not to give them to. Armor is not needed either. We have to eliminate a group of people today anyway. Let's see who can survive the battlefield."
Mo Cheng looked back and saw that many people were still stunned and had not followed him. He gave a final reminder loudly, "If anyone has not followed me out of the city within fifty breaths after I leave the city gate, they will go back to where they came from."
After that, he no longer cared about the people behind him. Mo Cheng just said to Tu Shanyi, "I estimate that we can eliminate a lot of people this time. Let's keep 300 as elite soldiers."
