In ancient Earth, treatment methods were extremely poor. Even an arrow in the arm could cause death due to infection or tetanus, so comprehensive protection was extremely important.
However, in this world with healing spells, the situation was completely different. For example, in the battle just now, a warrior was shot in the thigh by an arrow from a Gnoll Hunter. The arrow, which was infused with magic power, broke the chain mail on his thigh and pierced deeply into his thigh. What was even more unfortunate was that the arrow also pierced his thigh artery. For a moment, blood spurted out of his thigh.
Such an injury, let alone in ancient times, even in modern times, would only lead to death if it was not treated in time. However, the warrior only took a few steps back and pulled out the arrow. He then took out a bottle of Minor Injury Potion and drank it. The potion took effect slightly and he pounced on the enemy once again …
In this world with healing spells, warriors were not afraid of minor injuries at all. As for piercing injuries, except for the head and chest, the injuries on the limbs were generally not too serious.
Chain armor's defense against slashing attacks that could cut off limbs was no worse than plate armor.
Therefore, for the warriors in this world, medium-sized armor that used plate armor to protect the head and body and chain armor to ensure flexibility of the limbs was undoubtedly the most cost-effective armor.
As for full-body plate armor, only those regular troops who fought in formation or knights who believed in protection would choose it.
Leo remembered that his father had a very impressive full-body plate armor when he was young, but soon after becoming a frontier knight, he changed to medium-sized armor.
As for why Rogues did not choose medium armor, on the one hand, the plate armor on the chest and abdomen of the medium armor would have some impact on their flexibility. The more important reason was that this kind of armor was too noisy. Wearing this kind of armor, they would not be able to sneak.
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After treating the wounded and collecting the bodies of their companions, they did not have time to eat and hurried on their way.
Along the way, the caravan did not stop to rest. They hurried all the way. Along the way, they met two knights. The caravan replenished some fresh water in one of the knights and set off again.
That night, they arrived at the only Baron's territory on the way, Horn's territory.
This was a small town with a population of two to three thousand people. It controlled cultivated land that slightly exceeded the lower limit of Baron's territory. The quality of the cultivated land was barely satisfactory. Only about a third of the cultivated land was covered by irrigation facilities.
Feng Chou found that most of the land that was not covered by irrigation facilities was planted with alfalfa and oats, and a small part of it was planted with potatoes.
The caravan entered the town after paying the toll of a dozen hippies to the guards at the town gate.
When they were approaching the town, Feng Chou had already smelled the faint smell of horse dung. Ordinary people couldn't distinguish the smell of horse dung from that of other animals, but as the son of a knight, Leo had been trained as a knight for many years, so he could easily distinguish the smell of horse dung.
When they entered the town, the smell of horse manure became even stronger. Feng Chou could not help but ask Walter, who was beside him, "Why is there such a strong smell of horse manure here?"
Ever since the battle at noon, everyone's attitude towards Feng Chou had changed greatly.
Feng Chou had prevented them from being ambushed by the gnolls.
To be honest, if they had been ambushed by the gnolls, the outcome of today's battle would have been different. After all, Diff and Walter had been forced to use all their trump cards. Their final victory was still partly due to luck.
Secondly, Feng Chou's display of strength in the battle made these bloodthirsty mercenaries look at him in a new light. Apart from Walter and Diff, he had killed the most gnolls.
Walter explained, "Because the land in this Baron's territory is not fertile enough, the harvest of wheat is not good. So the lord here used most of the land to grow alfalfa and raise horses. There's a large stable north of the town. It's said that there are hundreds of good horses. It's one of the largest stables in Antalya."
Feng Chou was enlightened.
Walter continued, "Actually, we don't usually stay in this territory. We usually stay in the previous one, which is Sir Brook's territory. We can reach Antalya before dark tomorrow. This time, we have to bear with it for the sake of the injured."
Feng Chou nodded in understanding.
There were two inns in the town, and there were not many caravans staying the night. After settling down in one of the inns, Walter and Diff arranged for some people to stay in the rooms upstairs to take care of the injured. The rest of them ate in the main hall on the first floor.
After eating and drinking the fragrant ale, everyone's mood gradually improved. Some of them began to boast about the day's battle to the other guests.
Feng Chou, Walter and the others were sitting at the same table, sipping their ale.
Feng Chou had always thought that ale was beer, but that wasn't the case. This kind of ale had a very unique aroma. It was completely different from any kind of alcohol that Feng Chou had tasted before. It was fragrant and refreshing, very much to his taste.
Seeing that everyone's mood gradually recovered, Feng Chou asked Old Cripple, who was sitting at the same table, about the gun.
When it came to guns, Old Cripple was very familiar with them. He knew the pros and cons of these weapons very well.
"Guns are quite powerful. Within 30 meters, they're as powerful as a 5th-tier warrior. However, their power decreases very quickly. An archer's arrow will still have 80 percent of its power after 100 meters, but a gun will only have half of its power left. What's worse is that beyond 100 meters, the gun won't be able to aim at all. Whether it hits or not depends on luck."
"So, a gun is equivalent to a 5th-tier archer within 30 meters. Within 100 meters, it's equivalent to a 3rd-tier archer. Beyond 100 meters, it's like a crappy stone thrower."
"You mean those wooden shields that the gnolls use?
That's a type of magical wood. It's very sturdy. Didn't you see that we put those shields in the car in the end? "
At this point, Feng Chou finally understood why he always felt that guns were weak. It was because of the frame of reference.
It wasn't that guns were weak, but the frame of reference he chose. The archers in this world were too strong.
Any 3rd-tier warrior in this world had five to six times the strength of an ordinary human on Earth. They could easily draw a 300-400 pound bow. Naturally, guns were weaker.
Plus, he treated the gnolls' magical wood, which was as tough as steel, as ordinary wood. Naturally, he felt that guns were weaker.
In fact, the power of this kind of gun was much stronger than the early black gunpowder guns on Earth.
After chatting with the mercenaries for a while, Feng Chou returned to his room upstairs. He lay on the bed and asked Qiankun Pagoda about their profits.
The profits this time couldn't be compared to the underground fortress. Today, they killed about 20 gnolls. Among them, the highest level was the gnoll giant and the old shaman. They were both 8th-tier professionals. The lowest level was a 3rd-tier gnoll with an average of 5th-tier. Yet, they only contributed a little more than 100 points of soul energy to Feng Chou.
This meager profit made Feng Chou's head hurt. How could he find a second opportunity like the underground fortress?
Amidst such worries, Feng Chou quickly fell asleep.