Annie poured the bottle of liquid worth at least 300 gold coins into a bucket of river water to dilute it and distributed it to the wounded according to the severity of the injury. Those with minor injuries are only assigned to the bottom of a cup, while those with serious injuries can be assigned to a full cup.

The mercenaries certainly didn\'t use the holy water for the first time. They were very experienced, first dusted some on the trauma, and then drank all the rest in one breath.

The effect is immediate. When the spell force works, it produces a little white light. Under the light, the small wounds were closing quickly and scarring, and even the most serious ones stopped the blood.

Richard watched the whole process, and his mouth was almost watering with envy. It would be too narrow and unimaginative to say that magic\'s help to the army is only limited to destructive power. The effect of a small crystal bottle is no less than that of a field hospital. It can be said that there are no other disadvantages except the high price.

Well... Besides the high price

Annie glanced at Richard\'s strange appearance with her remaining light, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Although the armed guard of the pioneering leader was strong and special, it seemed as embarrassed as most pioneering nobles in terms of wealth.

At present, the situation of the caravan is very dangerous. The mercenaries have almost lost their combat effectiveness, and the temporary allies are too strong. A little exposure of the details of some commercial banks will help to maintain the situation under the condition that the strength of both sides is completely asymmetric.

The mercenaries who were in a good situation perked up a little, took the initiative to stand up and began to set up tents and campfires at the foot of the hill, thirty or forty steps away from the wooden building.

They pay great attention to the site selection at a glance. They are not far from the river bank, but they are not close to the river, so as to ensure that the water is convenient and the ground will not be too wet. The terrain is flat and the view is wide, and it is just on the leeward side of the hills.

Judging from Richard\'s eyes, in addition to the position occupied by the wooden building nearby, the place they chose was the best.

The camping equipment carried by the team was complete and practical, and the workers were skilled and experienced. A standard temporary camp was built in less than half an hour.

Richard squatted at the door of the wooden building, eating melon seeds while watching the mercenaries place the wounded in an orderly manner. The sense of order made people dare not underestimate. Looking back, the barbarians under his command seemed to be robbing something, and they were about to fight.

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

There was a barbarian with a particularly loud voice, which Richard recognized. His name was Russell, and he was the first advanced barbarian Tomahawk soldier.

The barbarian soldiers now span three levels: barbarian Spearman, barbarian warrior and barbarian axe warrior. Russell, who is at the highest level, has an overwhelming strength advantage over his peers who stay in the barbarian Spearman, but there is no status differentiation within the barbarian.

Their strength depends entirely on external forces. The difference between the strongest and the weakest is only time and luck, and there is no insurmountable gap at all. Those who take the first step have nothing to be proud of, and those who fall behind will not be discouraged.

The battle with the jackals was the most profitable after coming to the wilderness. Many weapons and armor were captured. The barbarians were rummaging around a pile of booty, of which what they could see was noisy from time to time because of the uneven distribution of stolen goods.

Russell grabbed a pair of double-edged tomahawks and proudly showed off his most fancy skills with his companions. The two heavy battle axes turned into two spirals in his hand, whining and breaking the air. The sound was so dull that it was frightening, but it was like a root, but it couldn\'t fall down.

In fact, he didn\'t know how to use an axe, but after he inspired "Shura magic medicine" twice through combat, he inexplicably had a sense of familiarity with this weapon. Now try it, it\'s not an illusion. He really completed the "battle axe use from entry to Mastery" in one day!

"Isn\'t it great?" Russell smiled happily in the face of his brother.

I don\'t know why, his fellow countrymen suddenly calmed down and didn\'t want half of the booty. Russell regarded this silence as his envy and worked harder.

"Awesome, you head!" Richard kicked him out of his back and ate shit, "what are you doing here? Run circles for me!"

The barbarians immediately scattered.

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Annie sat cross legged on the straw mat at the door of the tent to tidy up the bowstring. Several mercenary leaders sat respectfully not far away, with a cup of brown tea in front of everyone.

This is a kind of yoghurt tea popular in Pompeii in recent years. It is very sour at the beginning, but you can feel a strong aroma when you taste it carefully.

They are not far from the wooden building. What happened there can be seen and heard as soon as they look up.

"Although I don\'t know much about martial arts, the axe soldier seems to be very powerful." Annie put down her bowstring and made two gestures in imitation of Russell\'s axe.

"It\'s very powerful." the one eyed dragon\'s voice was very low. "That kind of high-level skill of lifting heavy as light can\'t be mastered by ordinary soldiers."

Then he lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He didn\'t like this slightly sour drink, but subconsciously wanted to do something to hide his shock. Although unwilling to admit it, based on his years of experience, there may not be any mercenary in the caravan who is the opponent of this axe warrior.

"But I think his position in Gaoshan Castle seems very ordinary, but the position of a high-ranking soldier is very ordinary." Annie spread her hands. "Is everyone so powerful?"

"It\'s impossible!" the one eyed dragon seemed not so confident, as if he wanted to convince himself, and added, "it\'s against common sense, it\'s against common sense."

Anne\'s fine eyebrows frowned and seemed dissatisfied with this explanation.

The army has always been the most hierarchical place, and its strength is absolutely proportional to its status, even the relatively loose mercenaries are no exception. If axe warriors really have outstanding strength, how can they have ordinary status? This can not be explained only by violating common sense.

The temporary tea party in the camp fell into a moment of silence, and finally Annie asked again.

"What about Sir Richard?"

"Very strong!"

"I saw with my own eyes that he raised his lance and three jackals with one arm." the Cyclops looked a little excited, and the bleeding wound on his neck exuded blood again. "I\'m afraid this guy\'s simple physical strength is stronger than some lower giants!"

"Hiss ~" there was a sound of air-conditioning, as if to draw a vacuum in front of me.

"Unimaginable." another mercenary leader shook his head and sipped tea. "If such a warrior put on three layers of heavy armor and rode on his three blade iron eating armadillo, he would be able to grind meat when he couldn\'t stop on the battlefield."

"This pioneering leader has strong strength."

Annie stared at the wooden building not far away. She didn\'t know what emotion was hidden in her eyes.