You must know that in the Kingdom of Tistan, armor is far less precious because of the developed and large-scale smelting industry in the Western Region and the unimaginable iron ore reserves, which can continuously produce finished armor every day.

Tistan's Border Legion has an armor coverage rate as high as 80%, of which iron armor accounts for nearly 30%. The Western Border Legion's coverage rate of iron armor once reached a terrifying 40% due to its proximity to the waterfront!

This is also the confidence that the Western Legion has always had in resisting the orcs.

In the market, a pair of standard iron armor sells for three to five kindlers, that is, thirty to fifty thousand coppers. This price is not expensive and can even be considered cheap.

If it weren't for manufacturing efficiency constraints, Tistan's national strength could completely increase the armor coverage rate of the Border Legion.

Because Delai's original regiment was elite, almost everyone wore armor, so he was shocked when he saw such data.

The officer smiled bitterly when he heard this and said: "Sir, you may not be aware that you have just arrived here not long ago. It's not that our reserves are too small, but that our consumption is too large.

The arsenal of the Cana Territory could at most arm at least three battalions of militiamen. However, as the territorial mine output has been decreasing over the years, the economy has been greatly affected, and in the end it is basically impossible to make ends meet.

In addition, the superior lord led his troops out to fight in the field, and almost the entire army was wiped out. Most of the weapons and equipment were lost, and they were all looted by the orcs.

Before the lord came, the former city defense officer of the territory not only took away some soldiers, but also lost a batch of weapons and ordnance. Now that there are still these in the arsenal, the family is already well off."

After hearing what he said, De Lai's original words of scolding were stuck in his throat. It was really no wonder that he was there. The weapon could only go in and out. What could he, a small warehouse keeper, do?

Sighing deeply, he made the other party fall into endless regret after retreating. During this period of time, there were too many and complicated things that kept him busy.

He should have checked out places like the armory a long time ago, but he accidentally ignored it. Now half a month has passed, and it is too late to make amends...

"Bang bang..."

"Please come in." Ryan slowly exited from the meditative state. The speed of cultivation blessed by the source power really fascinated him.

"Lei, I'm sorry, I made some omissions in my work." As soon as De Lai met, he knelt down in front of Ryan and apologized, his words full of self-blame and regret.

Ryan was startled by his actions and quickly helped him up and said, "If you have anything to do, sit down and talk about it. You have just taken over the Government Affairs Department, so omissions are inevitable."

"It's different this time. There's something wrong with the arsenal." Delai looked sad. The orcs were already strong in individual combat capabilities. The only thing humans were ahead of him was sophisticated equipment. But now that the equipment is gone, how can we fight?

Ryan frowned as he listened to what he had to say, and immediately felt his teeth twitching. He didn't expect that this talented person in his predecessor would cause him so much trouble in just one year.

"It won't be easy for anyone to die!" He secretly greeted all the direct female relatives of the eighteenth generation of that person's ancestors.

"Okay Knight Drai, although the current situation is very bad, it is not the worst yet. At least we still have enough spears.

We are defending the city, and the range of the hunting bow is barely enough. As for armor and the like, let’s make more shields. We have many defensive methods, such as rolling logs, throwing spears, beating stones, gold juice, kerosene, etc., Xiao

We can also deal with even the most powerful orcs."

After a brief moment of irritation, Ryan realized that such equipment would definitely be beaten by the orcs in a field battle, but it was not impossible to defend a city.

Seeing Ryan's confidence and assurance of victory, Delay was also infected by him, and his sense of self-blame decreased a bit.

"No matter what, we still need to make more preparations. I will immediately order someone to recruit people to make arrows, shields and spears. These are all consumables."

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The cold wind howled wantonly on the Ulgan grassland, and the pastures had already been buried under the snowflakes. The extremely cold weather and the extremely scarce resources caused the orcs' livestock to die in droves.

The shortage of food amplified the desire and bloodthirsty in the hearts of the orcs. Under the call and leadership of the Mengge tribe, one of the three major orc tribes, hundreds of thousands of orcs crossed the Urgan Mountains and brazenly attacked the Kingdom of Tistan.

Border raids.

For a time, the western and southern parts of the kingdom were covered with wars. Every day, territories were invaded. The people of the kingdom wailed under the iron hoofs of the orcs, and the land was devastated...

In the southern border of the kingdom, Green Province, Mosa. Picture and text were sitting on the back of a tall and ferocious warg, watching coldly as the warriors of their tribe once again captured a large village.

The panicked screams of the human race fascinated him so much, and their breath of fear aroused the most primitive impulse and bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

But he didn't rush forward with red eyes like those orcs shouting tribal slogans, he just watched all of this coldly.

He and the warriors of his tribe have been here to plunder for several days. During this period, he only killed a very powerful human knight and watched coldly the rest of the time.

To the brutal, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty orc warriors, he was like an alien, possessing extraordinary calmness and the ability to restrain desires.

"Chief, the warriors have laid waste to this village. Where should we attack next?" An orc wearing a tattered animal skin robe stepped forward, his skinny body as if the wind could blow him down.

He holds an animal bone cane in his hand, wears various bone products on his head, and wears a necklace of wolf fangs on his chest. He is very old and has wrinkled skin, but his eyes are like abyss, as if they can see into the abyss.

The human soul is breathed in.

This is an orc shaman, a rare wise man among tribes and ethnic groups. It is said that he can communicate with the supreme beast king, and he himself has powerful extraordinary power.

"These weak humans cannot stop the warriors. Next, I will attack there and bring back food, wine, gorgeous clothes and slaves to the tribe!"

Mosa looked at the old shaman and pointed the battle ax in his hand to the distant sky. His voice was extremely cold. That was the direction of Linton County...

Three days later, thousands of cruel and bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs invaded Linton County. The Chelt leader, home to the highest peak in the mainland, bore the brunt of the attack, officially igniting the beacon fire in Linton County to resist the orc attack.

As the territory of Baron Archie, a veteran nobleman, the Chelt Territory never dared to slack off in the construction of the territory's city defense and army, and therefore resisted the invasion of orcs again and again.

And this time, he was also full of confidence, but he didn't know who he was facing this time...
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