Your war hammer is too fake

Answer to the reader "Aurora's Little Soldier":

The Pioneer Army is a spirit, so they can pass through physical barriers, but the Recasters are not spirits, so their energy-based flying abilities cannot be used in combat; yes, as a corporate slave, I have to wait until I get off work before I have time to write.

Answer to reader "Reader1634652145":

The Wolf Lord's behavior would certainly be fine in Europe, not to mention the Middle Ages, even in modern times, illegitimate children are already part of white culture. However, An Jiyue and Bing Ruolan are both Chinese, so they would naturally be disgusted by this behavior.

Answer to reader "Reader1637023855":

First of all, this is not a laser... Not using live ammunition is mainly a technical issue. In addition to the Recaster itself, only the equipment bound to its soul can be energized together, and then restored to material form when it arrives. I explained before that the Recaster's equipment must be pure metal. If you use a shotgun, what about the propellant? It is because of the unavoidable restriction of "pure metal" that An Jiyue designed the kinetic beam weapon.

Answer to reader "Yuanyuan":

As a race, the dragon demons are very strong, really strong, so strong that the four vendors were willing to agree to the condition that they would not mutate due to the power of chaos. But as individuals, although they are still very strong, they are obviously not as strong as dragons. There are many strong men among the dwarves who can kill dragons alone, so how can they not be able to beat the dragon demons?

Chapter 115 New Partner

As the capital of the Ice Kingdom, Kislev is a magnificent city that is no less magnificent than Altdorf.

Bokaha Palace, the power center of the kingdom, is located in the center of the city. To the west of the palace is a huge square, which is often used for military parades and various important events. The Usco River runs east-west, dividing the city into two parts, north and south. The area of ​​the northern city is much larger than that of the southern city, accounting for a little more than two-thirds of the total area of ​​the city, and most of the religious sites are also concentrated here.

Well, the last sentence means that various conflicts and even mass incidents caused by religious factors - more specifically, between believers of the White Wolf God and believers of the Bear God - generally occur in the North City area.

"Are you not finished yet?" An Jiyue asked without raising her head, holding a blueprint in her hand.

Bing Ruolan stretched her head and glanced out the window. "The fighting is still going on," Shugenqing paused and added, "The mounted police sent by the Cheka have been dispersed. I saw several people being grabbed and beaten."

There are many reasons why Boris founded the Great Orthodox Church. The most important and direct reason is that the White Wolf God's faith conquered cities and territories in Kislev and defeated the scattered Ersun Cult. Although the emergence of the Great Orthodox Church curbed the decline of the Ersun faith, it was only curbing it. The Yurik faith in the Kingdom of Kislev was already a trend. Unless Boris dared to risk a civil war, he would not be able to suppress the White Wolf God Church.

Even in Kislev, the seat of the Tsar, the White Wolf God was one of the mainstream beliefs, with a large number of followers. This led to frequent fights in the city, with Yurik and Ersun followers often fighting over trivial matters, and even the Cheka could not control it.

Yes, that's right, it's the Cheka. Although it's called the Cheka, their attire is in the standard Oprichniki (Note 1) style. These ruthless riders, wearing black double-breasted jackets and felt hats, fighting with sabers, maces and pistols, and riding black horses on the land of Kislev, are secret police directly under the Tsar himself. They are responsible for monitoring the actions of the nobles of all sizes in the kingdom to ensure that no one can challenge the Tsar's rule. To this end, they will use all means to achieve this when necessary.

Due to the weak economy of Kislev, the Cheka had a small number of troops. Even though they rode to the scene on horseback and opened fire as soon as the riots broke out, the gunshots not only failed to control the situation, but also caused the two groups of people who were busy fighting to turn their attention to the "black dogs of the Tsar".

The Cheka's mounted police were dragged off their horses one by one. Their absolute disadvantage in numbers made all their resistance useless. No one could tell what the fight was about today, but in the end, the annoying Cheka took all the consequences. After beating up the black dog, both sides suddenly felt that fighting the bastards on the other side was meaningless, so they left with their acquaintances, leaving the mounted police who were beaten beyond recognition lying there, groaning.

"The Bokaha Palace isn't far from the scene," Bing Ruolan asked in confusion, "Why didn't Boris send the Tsar's Guards to suppress it? Or the Griffin Corps would be fine. I used the military counting technique to count the troops, and at most there were at least a thousand people fighting at the scene. What could a few dozen Cheka police do?"

"If the regular army intervenes, the situation will change," An Jiyue put away the last design drawing. The chat group has already scanned all the drawings. "Although they are all called Cheka, the Cheka of Kislev are not blue hats. The Warhammer Cheka has a very bad image among the people of Kislev. It doesn't matter what kind of shit they do, because their reputation can't get any worse anyway, so the Cheka can intervene to suppress it, but the regular army of the kingdom definitely can't."

Bing Ruolan withdrew her gaze from the window: "Why?"

"Because the regular army represents the attitude of the Tsar himself. It is normal for the Cheka to be dispatched to suppress, which is originally within their scope of authority; but if the regular army takes action, then the order must be given by the Tsar himself," the governor held his chin with his left hand and took a sip of the cold black tea with his right hand. "If the Tsar does nothing, the two sides will at most fight in groups. If he does something, Kislev will have a civil war. Don't forget, Boris is not only the Tsar, but also the Patriarch. This special religious identity can bring many benefits, but it will also inevitably lead many people to over-interpret his behavior."

"Indeed, especially in the current situation where Ersun is missing," Xiugenqing sat down opposite the Jiedushi and picked up another cup of black tea on the table. "No wonder you asked me to try to stay in the South City... Did you know this would happen at that time?"

"We are outsiders after all, and the Kislevites have no gratitude towards the Empire that has aided them for many years. They even think that the weak Imperials are unworthy of their friendship," An Jiuyue said, "Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will try my best to avoid any intersection with them. When the goods arrive in Erlengrad, we will go to Dwengard."

"Not waiting for Mrs. Kissley?" Bing Ruolan put down her teacup: "Are we really going to go on an independent expedition to the Arctic?"

"If they keep dragging their feet, yes," An Jiyue picked up a piece of persimmon from the table, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly, "they can't provide any decent army anyway."

Once again, Kislev is a very, very, very poor country. The elite troops of Kislev are in no way inferior to the same-level troops of other human countries, but the problem is that the number of these elite troops is too small. In the old setting, there was only one regiment of the Shooting Army (Note 2) stationed in Erengrad; the Tsar's Guard and the Griffin Legion were also very small. Judging from what Bing Ruolan saw and heard after arriving in Kislev, the Shooting Army was not so outrageous, but it was not much more either.

Armored Cosas were the direct guards of the boyars. A boyar who ruled over a hundred villages might only have one or two hundred armored Cosas and dozens of winged cavalry under his command. Basically, only militia-like troops such as Cosas and Ugor cavalry archers were sufficient in number to withstand the brutal consumption of war, and they were also the real pillars of the Kislev army.

"At worst, we can just let them fill in the gaps," Xiugenqing thought for a moment and said, "Based on my experience serving in the Weibei Tianjun, whether in the game or in reality, cannon fodder used as footrests is indispensable in war."

"The premise is that Kislev is willing to hand over the command," the governor pointed out the crux of the problem. "I have almost reached an agreement with Boris on other terms, but we can't agree on the command. Can you believe that he actually asked for the command of our army as if it was a matter of course, and said that this is a prerequisite for the joint expedition to the Arctic."

"...Didn't you beat him?"

"I beat him up, and Katarin even kicked him a few times for me," An Jiyue spread her hands. "Later, he stopped insisting on taking command of our troops, but he still refused to give up command of the Kislev troops."

"If that's the case, then we should just act alone," Bing Ruolan thought about the reinforcements that An Jiyue had brought with her and was going to give her command, "It's better to have no 'friendly troops' that don't obey orders."

As they were talking, there was a gentle knock on the door of the attic. After getting permission, Nishikori Shigeru pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a loli who looked very familiar.

"Sister An~" The little girl passed Jin Zhifan who was leading the way and flew into An Jiyue's arms very skillfully, her little head arched back and forth: "I went to find Yuri, his father agreed to help."

Katarin raised her head, her slightly chubby face sandwiched between two soft balls. "They are willing to provide 2,000 Ugor warriors and are willing to hand over command, on the condition that they hope to receive a batch of additional food and your military assistance."

An Jiyue and Bing Ruolan looked at each other. The girl asked, "Military aid?"

"The Beastmen tribes in the Dahrid Forest have been very active recently," Katarin said in a baby voice, "Many Ugol tribes have been attacked, and have lost a lot of people and livestock. They hope to get help."

"Then why don't they ask your father for help?" Bing Ruolan asked.

"Dad doesn't want me to marry an Ugor," the little girl's voice suddenly became depressed when talking about this. "He said that Yuri can only be my lover at most, and my legal husband can only be a pure-blooded Gospada noble. He doesn't like Yuri, he always calls Yuri a little hooligan. Yuri's family has been very unhappy, and they are unwilling to bow to my father."

Isn't this loli a little too precocious... An Jiuyue thought so.

"I can generally accept this condition," the Jiedushi said, "where is the other party now?"

……

Note 1: The secret police organization founded by Ivan the Terrible existed for a very short time.

Note 2: The "regiments" in Warhammer are all small British regiments. The British Army does not distinguish between regiments and battalions. They are called regiments but they are actually battalions. A regiment actually has several hundred people. Of course, even if we follow the organization of the Russian Rifle Corps in reality, a regiment only has people, and it has five companies of people under it.

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Author's words: PS: Reply to reader "Reader 1634652145":

The original words of the reader were, "Wouldn't it be too comfortable for a dwarf to hold a laser gun? At least he needs a large-caliber shotgun." This obviously refers to live ammunition weapons. Secondly, the principle of kinetic beam weapons determines that it cannot be made into a shotgun. You also said that what is fired is pure energy. Once the stability of the telekinetic bullet is destroyed, this thing will dissipate directly. Dissipating in the enemy's body will cause damage, but dissipating at the muzzle will not cause the barrel to collapse.

Chapter 116 The Intentions of the Ugol

Prince Belov sat behind his desk, looking frequently to the side.

“Don’t look at me,” the old witch glared at the prince impatiently. “Remember, stay humble. You are about to face a great being. The prosperity and decline of the Ugor race all depends on His thoughts.”

The old witch kept mumbling while leaning on her staff and slowly moved out. "I should go now," she said, hunching over, with a pale blue glow in her eyes. "I have stayed in these stones for too long... If I don't go back, my house will get moldy..."

"Mammy, aren't you going to stay?" Prince Belov asked.

"His light is too dazzling," the old witch waved her left hand with her back to the prince. The tip of the staff in her right hand was dancing with strange witchcraft fire. "I am just a mortal. I cannot look directly at Him, and I should not appear in front of Him at this time. The chosen one of Father Bear is making a mistake. It is not fatal but stupid enough. This is your chance."

The old witch muttered something that the prince could not understand, and walked out of the office slowly, followed by two witches who looked not much younger than her. When the witches' backs disappeared completely, Prince Belov picked up an unlit corncob pipe and put it in his mouth, thinking.

He didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he saw one of his guards walking in. He put his right hand on his left chest and bowed to him: "Prince, they are here."

"I'll go greet the guests," Prince Belov stood up in the surprised eyes of his men, "and prepare the tea."

A four-wheeled carriage with the Bokaha family crest stopped steadily in front of the courtyard. The prince noticed that the first person to get off the carriage was a young girl from China who looked to be about fourteen years old (Note 1). Her movements were light and quick, and when they exchanged glances, the prince subconsciously placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

The second person to come down was Princess Katalin, the only heir to the Tsar. Maybe His Majesty Boris had some illegitimate children outside, maybe not, but Katalin was the only legitimate child of the Red Tsar and the future female tsar of the kingdom. The unknown Aurora girl opened the door, and then Katalin jumped out of the carriage like a lively snow fox.

The third person to come down was a Chinese woman wearing exotic light armor and a face-covering helmet. The prince had a very contradictory feeling about this person. Judging from the lower half of her face that was not covered by the helmet, she should be a very young woman; but her temperament inexplicably carried a feeling of being an elder. The prince always felt that her actual age seemed to be older than himself.

As for the real highlight of this "secret" meeting which was not secret at all, the silver-haired and red-eyed Aurora witch, when she walked down holding the car door, Prince Belov found that all his men were stunned, and some of them even bumped their heads against the wall or others.

"Good morning, good afternoon, good afternoon," the other party said in standard Gospada, "I am An Jiyue."

……

The meeting ended quickly.

"This is too smooth, isn't it?" Bing Ruolan was the first to speak on the return carriage: "Is this the end of the discussion? He won't suddenly change his mind tomorrow and add some other demands?"

"I can't rule out this possibility, but I always feel that the other party won't do this," the person who answered her was naturally An Jiyue, "I don't know if you have noticed that this bald guy seems to be quite... reserved when facing me."

Prince Belov was bald, but that didn't affect his imposing manner. At least from their first meeting, the prince left a very good impression on An Jiyue: a serious but not rigid square face, a calm and reliable temperament, and an erudition that was totally inconsistent with his identity as an "Ugor", as well as an elegant conversation style.

The prince could speak the standard Weijing Mandarin. In fact, the bald man shocked all three Aurora people as soon as he opened his mouth. During the meeting, the prince used Aurora to communicate with the guests, and only used Gospada when answering Katalin. The prince could even use idioms accurately, which won him a lot of impression points, and also made An Jiyue and Bing Ruolan hate Boris even more...

"I feel the same way," Bing Ruolan looked at An Jiyue, "The news about Pingshan may not have reached Kislev yet. His attitude is a little too friendly, as if someone has told him about it."

Because Katarin was present, there were some things that Bing Ruolan couldn't say. An Jiyue knew what the hidden meaning of Xiuyanqing's unspoken words was, but she was not very worried about it: "Don't worry, it's not what you think."

"That bald man is the ruler of Prague." You and I both know what is hidden in that city. Bing Ruolan's eyes seemed to say so when she looked at An Jiuyue.

"I will solve the hidden danger of Prager, and then I will verify your concerns." Even if a big demon pops out, I can make it turn into my points obediently, An Jiyue also signaled back with her eyes.

Katarin looked at Bing Ruolan and An Jiuyue suspiciously, but the clever loli didn't say anything.

Two hundred years ago, Praag fell to Chaos invaders. Although the Order Alliance recaptured the city after the former Everchosen Asava Kul was slain by Magnus the Pious, the corruption of Chaos had already been deeply engraved on the land. Since then, Praag has been known as the "Cursed City". Even though the Kislevites set the city on fire and rebuilt it on the smoky ruins, all kinds of weird and absurd anomalies still lingered, and no matter how many methods the Kislevites used to purify it repeatedly, they could never eradicate it.

Referring to the precedent of destroying the Hasut Altar in the Battle of Granni Stone Hall to gain points, An Jiyue believed that purifying the corruption of Praag should also bring a lucrative income. When negotiating with Prince Belov, An Jiyue took the initiative to put forward this condition, in exchange for helping to purify the corruption, in exchange for the prince making concessions in other aspects.

Eventually, the two sides reached an agreement that the Chinese would help purify Praag's corruption and provide military assistance, while the Ugors would provide two thousand warriors to participate in the Arctic expedition and swear to all the gods believed in by the Kislevites that they would owe the Chinese a favor.

As for the extra food that the prince had requested before, of course, it was gone. Despite this, the Wuguer people still unanimously believed that they had made a profit - if An Jiyue could really solve the corruption.

Not to mention the Aurora people, An Jiuyue was willing to call this agreement a win-win situation, which means she won twice.

At the command of An Jiyue and Bing Ruolan, the Anxi Army and the Bing family members quickly took action. Since both teams brought enough auxiliary personnel, they completed the preparations before departure before night fell. Early the next morning, the two groups of Aurora people who claimed to be colleagues but actually had no connection with each other packed their luggage and set off with Prince Belov's team.

Before leaving, Jin Zhi Shigeru asked if she needed to get rid of some "eyes", but An Jiyue rejected the deputy captain's proposal without caring. From the moment the Zhendan people stepped into the city, there were always suspicious guys wandering around the delegation. The Zhendan people knew the origins and intentions of these people, and they had no intention of hiding their whereabouts.

When the mixed team arrived at the city gate, Boris hurried over on his war bear partner Erskine. This was the first time An Jiyue saw this white-haired hamster, who was said to be the descendant of Erskine. When the hamster saw her, it was like a formidable enemy, with hair all over its body standing on end. No matter how Boris tried to comfort it, it refused to get close to An Jiyue.

Naturally, the Red Tsar could not stop the Jiedushi from doing anything. Prince Belov said some polite words, and An Jiyue suddenly stepped out of the crowd with a smile on her face, scaring Erskine so much that he hid behind the Tsar's guards and let out a particularly aggrieved cry.

"I don't need to explain anything to you, and you have no right to ask me to explain anything," the governor looked at the Red Tsar with a smile, "Let your people open the city gate, so that we can maintain the most basic friendship."

"My deputy in the church, Constantine, is recruiting volunteers," Boris did not seem angry, but suddenly changed the subject, "Once you have dealt with those Chaos beasts running around, a group of fearless warriors will join you in the expedition to the Arctic."

In the face of An Jiyue's slightly surprised expression, the Red Tsar snorted coldly: "I am the chosen champion of Father Bear. My faith is unmatched! Never question this, witch!"

……

Note 1: Nishikori Shigeru is 17 years old. Compared with white people, yellow people tend to have younger faces.

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Author's words: PS: I have severe oral ulcers caused by internal heat. I barely ate anything today, and even drinking water caused me to stamp my feet in pain...

Answering the reader "Palette":

Are you serious about metallic hydrogen... I have considered all aspects of the technology tree, so I won't do anything reckless, and there's no need to worry about a crash.

Chapter 117 Change of Plan

"The roads to Kislev exist only behind the city walls." - "History of the Western Kingdoms", by An Jiyue

Even between the three cities in the Ice Kingdom, there are only extremely poor quality dirt roads connecting them. The empire's reliance on inland water transportation is well known, but in An Jiyue's opinion, Kislev's reliance on water transportation is much higher than that of the empire. The empire's land transportation is just not very safe, but Kislev will be doomed without water transportation.

Under the lead-gray gloomy sky, a team of nearly 3,000 people walked on the vast snowfield, heading north along a dirt road that was muddy in rainy days and dusty in sunny days. Lei Zhenzi circled above the team, occasionally making a low-altitude pass; musketeers and horse archers wandered around the ranks, covering the flanks of the entire army and clearing the way in front.

All the flatbed carts brought by the Aurora people were temporarily converted into sleds, and the wooden oxen and flowing horses used to pull the sleds also replaced the standard feet with snow feet. The infantrymen walked forward in the snow that was deep enough to cover their knees, and the biting cold wind made the cotton clothes fit tightly to their bodies. Whether they were Aurora people or Uguer people, everyone wrapped themselves up tightly with warm clothes. The hot air exhaled from their mouths turned into rising white mist in the cold air, blurring the red and chapped faces.

The first hour after leaving Kislev, the team passed a village fortress where people were still living. But it was not until four days later that they encountered the first bar that was still open, which the Kislevites called "Gospuda". When passing the door of this bar, Prince Belov turned over and got off his horse and walked in. A moment later, he came out with a glass of kvass and a glass of crimson drink, and handed the latter to An Jiyue who was riding on the mechanical horse.

"This is..." The girl took the steaming cup and looked at it. "Kompot?"

"Apples, apricots, and pears, the most traditional recipe," Prince Belov said, taking a sip of kvass. "Drink it while it's hot, ma'am. Thanks to the motherland, we can at least still drink kvass and Compote."

An Jiyue took a sip of the drink in the cup. Compot is a traditional Kislev drink made from fruits, sugar and honey. It can be drunk hot or cold. Traditional Compot is made with freshly picked fruits, but in practice it is also possible to boil preserved fruits. The standard method is to add fruits or preserved fruits after boiling water, simmer over high heat for ten minutes, then reduce the heat and add a lethal amount of sugar. If you are more particular, you can also add honey, then simmer over low heat for thirty minutes, turn off the heat, and finally squeeze in a little lemon juice. The Compot is ready.

Of course, the above is the standard method. Just like the Aurora people's fried rice, the specific ingredients of Compote are also varied. Some recipes even require the addition of spices or the use of raisins as a sweetener.

As soon as An Jiyue took a sip of the slightly sticky hot drink, she tasted a greasy sweet taste that was unsurprisingly choking. The governor was silent for three seconds, then silently reached out to take a larger cup handed over by Jin Zhifan, poured a whole cup of Compote into it, and then used the [Water Control Technique] to capture water vapor from the air to form a visible stream of water and poured it into it. In the middle, he also used the [Fire Control Technique] to heat it up, so that the whole cup of drink remained steaming hot.

"Don't you like the food in Kislev, ma'am?" asked Prince Belov.

"I almost thought my throat was going to get stuck," the girl said as she tasted the Compote mixed with water. It still tasted sweet, but at least it was drinkable. "Anyway, thank you for the drink, Prince." She didn't want to continue the topic, so she asked, "Just now I thought you were going to invite me in for a drink."

"We are in a hurry, ma'am." The prince drank the last bit of kvass in the cup. "According to my experience, if I stay in any high-speed station for more than ten minutes, when I come out, I will find that all my men have gone to fool around somewhere, and I will never be able to regroup them before dark."

"It sounds like you've had some hard times with this."

"So I decided to learn from my lesson," the prince tossed the empty cup to the waitress standing at the door of Gospoda, a Kislev aunt whose arms were as thick as An Jiyue's waist. "After we get rid of those beasts, we will have plenty of time to slowly enjoy food, drinks, singing and dancing, and leisure time."

An Jiyue did not reply immediately, but rode on the mechanical horse to scan the surroundings. This was a large village that was prosperous by Kislev standards. Only in this place could you still buy Compote with enough sugar after two years of severe winter. It might have been lively in the past, but now there were almost no pedestrians on the bumpy roads in the village, except for a drunken patriarch who was staggering by.

Less than twenty meters away from the girl, there was a corpse lying not long ago. It looked like the person had gotten drunk last night and collapsed on the road. Everyone around, including Prince Belov, was used to it and turned a blind eye.

"How far are we to the next campsite?" she asked.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Your people are very efficient. We will reach the next village before dark." Belov took out a golden coin from his arms and threw it to the sturdy and silent Aunt Kislev, who did not give him change.

An Jiyue did not question the outrageous price. In the Old World, the price of sugar was so outrageous, not to mention that Kislev had been suffering in the cold winter for two years and lacked everything except death.

The Zhendan and Wuguer people continued to march. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky at some point, which made many elderly Wuguer people worried; fortunately, the team moved very fast, and before the scattered snowflakes turned into a roaring blizzard, the mixed team arrived at the next village fortress in time and spent this night with a roof over their heads.

The blizzard lasted all night and gradually subsided in the afternoon of the next day. Belov discussed with several officers under his command and decided to continue marching and try to reach the next village before nightfall. As for camping in the wild, Belov was too lazy to consider it at all. Not to mention the "Southerners" like the Aurora people, even the locals of Kislev would not easily choose to spend the night in the wild in winter.

The whole team tried their best to hurry on, but in the end they could only choose to camp on the spot when night fell. Fortunately, there was An Jiyue in the team. When Belov ordered to add fuel to all the campfires and worried about whether the fuel could support them to reach the next supply point, the governor walked leisurely to the center of the camp.

A red "sun" slowly rose, hovering about a hundred meters above the camp, spreading warmth and driving away the cold. The Zhendan people were not surprised by this and continued to do their work, while the Wuguer people looked up in awe and talked about the red "sun". Many people even knelt down and called the name of the sun god Daha.