Chapter 412 Reserve Militia
Mrs. Harrington was a person who, after her husband died and her nephew ran away, was still able to survive with her young daughter in a southern city of the Kenyan Empire where she was unfamiliar with the place.
In other words... this lady is impeccable in both survival wisdom and social skills. Anyone who is fooled by her ordinary and gentle appearance is the one who urgently needs to pay for his IQ.
Miss Fei Pi, who successfully brought this lady into the reception department of the secretariat of the Duta City Hall, finally got the opportunity to rest for at least two days a week, which is cause for celebration.
On the other side, when Ms. Will, who had just finished visiting her relatives, took her sister Alice on a rented carriage to the city of Innadri, a local militia unit was also quietly setting out from the town of Newin and heading towards Westham on foot.
The officer who led the militia on foot was wearing a military green training uniform that was very familiar to Earthlings, camouflage trousers, and a long sword on his waist. Like the militiamen, he carried a bulging marching backpack, and on one side of the backpack was a marching water bottle that the Chinese would feel very familiar with...
Knight Jerome, one of the former senior cadres of the Holy Crow Thieves Group, is also a senior NPC of the Knights Guild and one of the Knights' Mentors.
This man, who has left his NPC mentor position for a year and a half, has changed a lot in appearance. His face is clean-shaven, and his medium-long hair is cut into a short flat top. The bandit temperament that was originally supported by his appearance is gone, and he looks as serious as possible.
A day later, Knight Jerome led a thousand militiamen selected from the towns of Innadri to complete a 200-kilometer long-distance march and successfully arrived in Westram.
Leaving the exhausted militiamen to rest in the base outside Westham, Jerome, who had trotted 200 kilometers with a heavy load in one day and one night, showed no sign of fatigue and went to the town hall in high spirits.
"Thank you for your hard work, Jerome." Ji Tang took time out of his busy schedule to meet Jerome and handed him a locked box. "This is what Lord Yang told me to give to you."
"Thank you for your help." Jerome took the box respectfully.
"No trouble." Ji Tang waved his hand and smiled, "You are always too polite. Just neutralize it with Tuttle."
Jerome scratched his head sheepishly and grinned.
After getting the things from Mayor Jitang, Jerome returned to the military base and called more than 20 team officers to a meeting.
"Everyone has worked so hard for so long, now is the time to check the results."
Jerome placed the box on the conference table and said solemnly, "The amount of money allocated by the City Hall to our 1,000-man force is more than the combined allowances and salaries of everyone in the Public Security Department, from detectives to local militias. Whether we can win a formal position on our own and live up to the trust of the City Hall depends on this time."
More than twenty team officers sat upright and responded in unison.
Unlike other former members of the bandit gang, Jerome not only did not have a strong personality like Hal and Tuttle, but was also quite shy; the soldiers he led were more or less like him, being polite but not bandit-like enough.
However, this attribute just meets the needs of the national team... The military is originally a violent organization, and it is basic operation to dare to fight and struggle against external forces. If they also dare to fight and struggle against internal forces, the national team will have to spend too much money to invest local finances in it.
Jerome was very satisfied with everyone's fighting spirit, so he began to arrange the order of the tests.
Before 12:30 noon, the first batch of sixteen ten-man teams received round badges engraved with the spirit and were ready for battle in the barracks.
At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, the first group of teams "logged in" to Kingsley's spiritual matrix through the spiritual imprint link on the round badge, and their soul projections were randomly thrown into eight fantasy maps of " Alien Battlegrounds" - Kingsley "expanded" the matrix again, and eight maps could be opened at the same time.
On the Earth plane, the players who were playing PUBG crazily before the end of summer vacation, unknowingly became the training tools for the aliens from this day on...
Jimmy, a Westram native, was one of the first Rhinelanders to come into contact with the Earth players.
When Jerome's reserve force began to recruit people a year ago, although Jimmy signed up, he was not selected - at that time he was still serving as deputy director of the Innadeli City Security Bureau, and there was a large gap in the grassroots officials in Innadeli. It was obviously a waste to transfer someone who was capable like Jimmy to the reserve force for training. Zhao Zhenzhen directly rejected it, and put an end to Jimmy's thoughts.
The persistent Jimmy refused to give up. He longed to fight like a soldier instead of squatting in the Public Security Bureau to take care of trivial matters all day long. In order to get out of this situation, this guy secretly looked for someone who could replace him in the Public Security Bureau. When he found someone capable, he would bring him with him to train him. After the training, he would quickly recommend him to his boss, Ms. Zhao, and at the same time hand in his resignation letter...
Zhao Zhenzhen, who had worked in the Chinese army, was quite fond of this young man with such perseverance and determination. She finally gave in and let Jimmy contentedly become a reserve transfer student who had already started training for more than three months.
More than 2,000 militiamen participated in the training, which included physical fitness, tactics, combat skills, and cultural and ideological courses. The elimination rate was alarmingly high. However, these did not stump Jimmy, who was willing to give up his position as deputy director to join the army, and he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Jimmy, who started later than others, is now a private first class in the army and has excellent scores in all assessments. As long as he can pass the "actual combat" test, he can become a professional soldier in the first regular army of the undead regime.
That's right, the undead regime's conscription standards are so strict...
In this world's wars, human wave tactics have limited effect. It is not an exaggeration to say that a team of heavily armored infantrymen with all professional levels can stop tens of thousands of militiamen. In addition, there are 30,000 undead armies eyeing the enemy covetously (friendly forces who try to steal monsters may be backstabbed by players), so there is no need to maintain too many conventional troops. It is enough to have an elite team that can independently perform tactical tasks and cooperate with the undead army.
Kingsley, who controlled the operation of the matrix, did not give any preferential treatment to these militiamen who were undergoing the test. The militiamen who entered the fantasy map were randomly placed into the map in groups of five, just like the players on Earth.
Jimmy and other militiamen had already learned the rules of the "Fantasy Brawl" test before taking the test. They knew that there would be twenty comrades, one hundred unknown opponents, and three humanoid monsters in the same map.
Except for the three humanoid monsters, everyone else entered without any weapons or equipment and needed to search for resources on the map on their own.
Jimmy and his four comrades appeared in the dense forest. They adjusted themselves to the overly light and unreal projection bodies and the floating "small map" in the upper right corner of their vision. They identified their location and began to actively explore outside.
Jimmy and his friends, who were experiencing the game for the first time, had just found a nearby resource point when they heard a burst of gunfire. Before Jimmy could pick up anything, he was shocked to see one of comrades being turned into a large ball of black mist and disappearing on the spot.
"Fuck, there are still noobs who are so slow at looting?!" A player holding a gun excitedly emerged from the dense forest, "Come on , come on , these noobs are naked!"
Jimmy and the others couldn't understand what the black-haired human who attacked them was yelling. Seeing their comrades being killed made the four militiamen very angry and they rushed towards the enemy at the same time.
"Oh, I'm so angry, hahaha!" The player who successfully launched the sneak attack immediately retreated, shooting as he retreated.
Even with shooting assistance, the hit rate of shooting while running is still quite touching, but the threat posed by bullets still makes Jimmy and the other four surviving militiamen feel pressured.
The black-haired human's companion appeared in the distance, shouting and rushing towards this side. Jimmy judged that he could not resist him head-on, so he said hello and fled to the side.
After running wildly for a while, he finally got rid of those ferocious black-haired humans.
"We seem to be moving too slowly. We should be faster." Looking at the only two comrades left, Jimmy couldn't help but feel annoyed. "If we could also get those Kenyan-made firearms, we wouldn't be hunted down unilaterally like this."
The two comrades nodded with lingering fear.
Next, the three of them became more cautious. They sneaked around in the dense forest and carefully approached the next resource point.
After all, they are trained soldiers. Although the projection state makes them lose a lot of advantages in force, their combat qualities are still there. By picking up the garbage missed by others along the way, Jimmy and the other three successfully held on to the second half, and also killed two players when fighting with others in the middle.
By the second half, there were no more idiots left who would jump out and expose themselves after a successful sneak attack.
Jimmy and his men had never been baptized by the flames of war in Middle-earth, and their knowledge of firearms was limited to the revolver pistols carried by agents and Night Watch investigators and the long-barreled single-shot rifles carried by a few mercenaries. There were no gun battle movies in the other world to let ordinary people understand the power of firearms, and this group of reserve militiamen did not have the nerve for ambush and counter-ambush in their minds.
As the three of them were moving towards the safe zone of the fourth shrinking circle, Jimmy suddenly heard the sound of gunfire coming from afar.
"Get out of the way!" Jimmy, who had witnessed his comrade being ambushed, instinctively shouted and fell to the ground.
Unfortunately, Voldemort wasn't targeting Jimmy.
Jimmy subconsciously chose to lie down to avoid the sneak attack, and watched his comrade walking in front of him being turned into black mist and disappearing on the spot, leaving only a square wooden box in its place.
"How can this be--!" Jimmy was furious. He lay down carefully and crawled under a nearby big tree. Taking cover from the big tree and the bushes beside the roots, he gritted his teeth, raised his gun and looked for the attacker.
Nothing was found.
Jimmy's eyes were almost blinded, but he couldn't find the attacker's hiding place.
"Where is that damn bastard hiding?" The last remaining comrade became impatient and leaned out from the bushes.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Jimmy was horrified and tried to stop his comrades.
Before Jimmy could finish his words, gunshots rang out again, and the last comrade also turned into a box.
Jimmy: “……!!”
Jimmy didn't have time to get angry, and hurriedly retreated from the bushes and moved in the opposite direction of the gunshot.
More gunshots were heard, hitting the bushes where Jimmy had been hiding with his comrades.
Even though it was a projection, Jimmy could still feel goosebumps all over his body...
