Tracking and support.
After Xiao Pan left the tent, Luog decisively opened the military development panel to check the effects of the two new projects.
Retirement system.
Level zero.
The lives of soldiers after retirement are guaranteed, allowing them to fight more bravely without worries.
Default morale three.
Instructor system level zero.
While I charge in a battle, you are still pissing around.
New recruits trained under strict instructors have a training efficiency increase of 20.
After reviewing the effects of the two new projects, LuG raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly triggering two quite useful military projects.
However, he has always used military points quickly.
Although he has been careful to stockpile them, he currently only has 16 military points, enough to upgrade one project.
After pondering for a while, Lu G ultimately chose to prioritize upgrading the instructor system project.
After all, the framework of his army has already been established, and with the rapid development of the tribe, he will inevitably need to expand his forces on a large scale, making the training efficiency of new recruits particularly important.
Meanwhile, on the other side, after several days of tracking and others, Lu Gene, who had been on the road for quite a few days, now wore a serious expression.
The opponent was too cunning, never staying in one place for more than half a day, preventing them from returning to the Mingjing tribe to report.
Even if they did manage to send a message, with such a long distance, it would be difficult for their tribe to catch up, using the cover of nearby obstacles.
Lu Jyn's gaze briefly rested on Zha Kai and others who were taking a short break in the distance before quickly shifting to observe the surroundings.
In this era, without road signs, they could only determine their current position in this way.
As his sight swept over the distant mountain, Lu Jyn's brow furrowed slightly.
That mountain looked somewhat familiar.
With his thought crossing his mind, Lu Jeene decisively turned his head and waved to Jeang Ji, a member of the reconnaissance team beside him.
The other party immediately understood, quickly pulling out a map and spreading on the ground.
This position is quickly comparing it to the map laid out on the ground.
Lu Jyn's pupils constricted.
Although the angle had changed due to their position, if his judgment was correct, they should now be on the other side of the copper mine mountain range.
In other words, the expedition team that their chief sent out should be nearby.
Realizing this, Lu Jin's brain began to race.
Although most of the expedition team members were inexperienced recruits, Lu Jang was there too, and these outsiders had suffered heavy casualties after the previous siege battle.
Plus, they had been on the road day and night.
Their condition was not good.
At this moment, Lu Gene was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
As the leader of the reconnaissance team with an intelligence cap of four stars, Lu G had given him enough trust and the ability to adapt.
However, precisely because of this, he found it exceptionally difficult to make a decision without wanting to disappoint Luo Gi's trust.
What if he misjudged and caused casualties? Or even Lu Jang fell here? That was a heavy responsibility.
After weighing the options repeatedly, Lu Gene let out a long breath and made his decision.
The trib's expedition team should be in this area.
While speaking, Lu Gene pointed to a certain spot on the map, saying, "You go around and meet up with Lu Chuan.
" Explain the situation here to them and request support.
Understood.
After Jean Gene nodded in agreement, he quietly left, demonstrating quite impressive stealth skills.
Time continued to flow.
After a night, Zhaok Kai and others, having rested, planned to continue eastward.
Just two more days.
As long as they could hold on for two more days, they could retreat.
These past few days have been incredibly difficult for him.
Not because of his injuries, but due to the mental strain.
Continuous defeats had almost caused the morale of his entire army to drop below the 60point qualified line, leading to a decline in his subordinates loyalty to him.
Zhokai felt like he was about to be overwhelmed.
Among players without ranks, his highest record had at least ranked in the top 10.
Yet, he had been consecutively defeated twice by a player he had never even heard of.
Where did this Luo G come from? Judging by the city walls and weaponry, he was definitely not a newcomer, but he hadn't seen this name among the top 100 players without ranks.
Could it be that this guy had been lurking outside the top 100 all along, developing quietly? But even if he was lurking, he couldn't have been so inconspicuous that he lacked any presence.
Right? Zhokai's mind was a jumble of thoughts, and he couldn't come up with a conclusion.
That guy named Luo seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Just then, several figures suddenly appeared on a hillside to one side.
Before he could react, two volleys of arrows had already shot towards them.
Enemy attack.
Enemy attack.
The demoralized troops showed obvious panic upon being attacked.
No one had expected an ambush in this place.
Zhokai's face was filled with disbelief.
How could the enemy's ambushers appear in such a place? Moreover, they had actually gotten in front of them.
The scene was chaotic.
Caught off guard, the shieldbears focused only on protecting themselves at a critical moment, leaving the archers in the back completely exposed to the enemy's arrows.
In the blink of an eye, several people had already fallen to the ground, struck by arrows, causing Zhao Kai to feel a mix of anger and surprise quickly form a defensive formation.
At this moment, facing such a disadvantage, Zhaokai's low command level was fully exposed as he couldn't effectively command his troops, who had completely lost their composure.
Compared to Zhaokai's orders, the soldiers, whose morale continued to plummet, were more fearful of the death that might befall them, which only made Zhaok Kai's expression grow darker.
In desperation, he could only force himself to activate the inspire morale skill, finally managing to pull back a little morale before it completely collapsed.
Some soldiers began to arrange themselves into a defensive formation according to his commands, and the situation slightly improved.
Meanwhile, hiding behind the high ground and observing the entire scene, Guajia's eyes flashed with understanding.
The enemy had a significant numerical advantage.
His earlier bowman attack was merely a probe.
If things had gone poorly, he would have immediately led his men to turn and leave, not lingering for even half a second.
Now, it was clear that such caution was unnecessary.
Shelf announcement.
As you can see, Civilization, Lord of All Realms has been shelved.
Some of the older readers may understand that better performing books are shelved later.
And conversely, you know, the mood is heavy.
Upon just learning that it was going to be shelved, I felt a great deal of pressure.
To put it bluntly, I was quite anxious about it because for an author and his work, this is a critical moment that determines their survival.
When this book first started updating, many readers commented in the comment section saying things like, "Don't drop it.
Don't drop it.
" Every time I saw such comments, my feelings were very complicated and it was hard to respond to such questions.
To my knowledge, the last author who said, "Unless I die, this book won't be dropped.
" Later went to deliver takeout.
This may seem a bit funny, but it's a fact.
I believe that the vast majority of authors do not wish to give up on their work.
Take myself as an example.
Every book I write is a culmination of my hard work and effort.
I spend a lot of time thinking about the plot, setting, and characters.
And then I spend a long time typing it out word by word.
It's not an exaggeration to say that my daily life revolves around eating, sleeping, and writing or thinking about the plot with no real days off.
No author would willingly abandon their hard work.
But sometimes reality is harsh.
Having been in the writing community for a while, I've certainly met a few other authors.
Some have given up on their works and some have even switch careers entirely.
But as mentioned earlier, reality is tough and age keeps creeping up.
You want to persevere, but reality hits you with a combination of blows that leaves you unable to get back up.
They can't make a living just by writing, which is a very helpless situation.