Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0031 Self-recommended Mao Sui
"Model?" Chris felt like he had heard this name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a moment.
But he still spoke, and said to the Modler in front of him: "Mr. Modler, what kind of position do you want to seek by coming to me like this?"
"Are you the Grand Duke of Ailanhill?" Modler looked at the young man on horseback in front of him with a look of disbelief. He had always believed that the Grand Duke of Ailanhill must be quite old to have the ability to conquer Mayne, the ferry, the earthen fort and the North County in just over a year.
But Chris in front of him was too young, so young that Modler was a little daunted - following such a young man would be much more stressful than following a middle-aged Grand Duke.
"If there is no second Grand Duke of Ailanhill, I think I am the one you are talking about." Chris laughed heartily and introduced himself: "I am Ailanhill Chris, the Grand Duke of Ailanhill Principality... What about you?"
"Me? I'm actually a general." Model was stunned after hearing Chris's question. He really didn't expect that after he introduced himself, no one would recognize him.
Speaking of his experience, it can be regarded as the level of being the protagonist of a biographical novel. In his early years, he was a civilian, but he relied on the defense war against the Dosen Empire in the south to be promoted from a small soldier of the Alante Empire to the youngest senior commander in history.
Because of his bravery in battle and excellent command, the top brass of Doson hated him and nicknamed him "Mr. Bastard". However, the southern border troops of Alante affectionately called him "General Victory".
However, after experiencing hundreds of battles, big and small, he did not become a hero of Alante in the end. During a political struggle, he was expelled from the army for offending General Zorn. He did not even receive a penny of resettlement money and left the military camp he loved.
Feeling disheartened, there has been no news from him since then. Who would have thought that he would live in seclusion in the vast ocean in the north until today.
"General?" Hearing this answer, Chris finally remembered why he was so familiar with this name.
He had seen this name before when he read some books about war in Alante. It said that Modler was a very powerful commander, but there was no detailed description of this person.
Similarly, Desel also mentioned General Modler to him, believing that he was a general who could be recruited, had noble character and was a master in commanding troops.
Unfortunately, Chris, who thought he didn't have much capital, didn't have the ability to "recruit talents from all over the world". He could only discover talents in the territory he controlled and train as many reserve talents as possible to fill his employment gaps.
Such outsiders do not account for a large proportion in Chris's camp. Currently there are only Desel, Gurlo, and a naval commander, Lawrence.
Now, a general who was highly respected by Des was standing in front of him. Chris really had an unreal feeling of being flattered.
He had heard of those heroes in novels who would bow down to their younger brothers whenever they met one, but when he really encountered such a thing, he realized how great it felt.
This is really a kind of destiny, with heroes and celebrities following closely. Chris smiled a little embarrassedly, pulled himself back to reason, and asked: "Why do you come to me?"
After hearing this question, Modler looked at the artillery pieces in the distance that were ready to fire, and answered, "I saw your troops' siege just now. This...this weapon is really powerful. I think that with such an army, you might need a decent commander."
"So, do you consider yourself such a 'decent' commander?" Chris' smile became more obvious, and he looked at the rather conceited general in front of him with great interest.
"If you don't mind, you can let me try." This time, Modler was a little modest. He was not a famous person, he was just a general who was excluded.
What he wanted was a position where he could continue to command the army, win victories, and demonstrate his value, so that he could prove how stupid those who had kicked him out of the army were.
Now, there was such an opportunity before him: if he could command such an army, then he, Modler, might really regain his glory. So he came and volunteered, without any intention of retreating.
Chris wanted to test whether this Modler had any real skills, so he pointed his whip at the army formation in the distance and asked, "You should have seen my army in the distance... How do you feel?"
"Powerful! I have to say that your army can be said to be the strongest mortal army in the world." Modler first praised it, and then changed the subject: "But, they can be stronger."
"Tell me about it." Chris didn't mind having an expert give his troops a look. Even if the other party didn't hit the nail on the head, it could be used as a reference.
Modler thought for a moment and answered, "Let's talk about the training of the troops first. This troop is obviously a new recruit. Their training is very inadequate. According to my standards, they don't even pass the qualification line."
Chris agreed with this point very much. He had launched the war hastily because he was in a hurry. He also knew in advance that the troops were seriously undertrained.
Then, Modler continued to talk about what he thought was the key point: "These soldiers are only fighting with powerful weapons. Without these powerful weapons and equipment, they would have a hard time even standing in front of the enemy."
"Actually, this is already very good. I don't know how difficult it is to train the use of new weapons, but it is an achievement to be able to allow soldiers to achieve this level. It's just that I think it can be better, that's all." Model explained, which calmed Chris's emotions.
"However, speaking of weapons, that's another matter... Your weapons are so powerful that they can hit the enemy from thousands of meters away. This is something that bows and arrows can't do." He mentioned the weapons again, summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of Chris's troops.
Just like before, after praising Chris, Modler started talking about the problem again: "However, none of your soldiers are wearing armor, which is another serious problem."
He pointed at the grenadiers in the front row and said, "Perhaps you are too confident in your weapons and believe that no one can break through your weapons and engage in close combat with your troops . But you overlooked one problem. That is, when you cannot play to your own strengths, you are doomed to fall into a disadvantage."
Without noticing the strange expression on Chris's face, Modler continued, "For example, right now, you wouldn't dare to send your soldiers to attack Hanhai City. Because once they enter the range of arrows, the troops without armor and shields will inevitably suffer unbearable casualties."
"So, you can only wait patiently until the other side surrenders or the city wall is destroyed by the explosion. If you had a team of 200 heavily armored soldiers at this time, you would not have to wait in the wilderness, but would have already attacked the Hanhai Castle." Modler talked eloquently and expressed his various opinions.
Chris was too disdainful to explain this to Model: limited by the common sense of this world, Model could not predict how advanced Chris's technological weapons could be, so he could not know what Chris would transform his army into in the future.
When modern weapons and equipment such as tanks and airplanes appear on the battlefield, the small problem of soldiers not having armor is no longer a shortcoming or disadvantage.
Of course, Chris would not demand too much from Modler. In his opinion, he was already a very good commander for having such insight. After hearing Modler emphasize logistics and other matters, Chris was already very satisfied with the general who came to him.
"How about this! General Model! Come with me here and see how our troops fight... After we return to Seris, we will discuss your position and job." Chris carefully considered his words and expressed his thoughts.
The calmness he displayed, which was inconsistent with his age, actually put Modler's mind at ease: in his opinion, young age was the lord's weakest shortcoming, and once this shortcoming was overcome, Elanhill would no longer have any weaknesses.
"Thank you, His Majesty, the Grand Duke, for taking me in!" Model said nothing more. He stood where he was and looked at the artillery position over there: compared to the infantry, which had not had any outstanding performance, he was more interested in the artillery that could destroy cities and capture strongholds.
In fact, it was not his fault, because he did not see how brilliant the performance of these grenadiers who did not even have armor was in the Battle of the Earthen Fort.
"Boom!" With the start of a round of volleys, a new attack began. After 30 shells faintly fell behind the walls of Hanhai Castle, Modler finally decided to make a contribution for his new master Chris.
He turned sideways, clenched his right fist and pressed it against his chest, and suggested, "Your Majesty! I am willing to go to Hanhai City to persuade them to surrender... so that Your Majesty can save some effort. After all, Lord Wilkes and I have some friendship, and maybe I can get them to lay down their arms and surrender..."
