Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

By nightfall, the army had arrived and stationed five or six kilometers away from the Goblin tribe.

There is a hill in front of them, which will not let the Goblin clan on the opposite side notice the strange situation here.

Lighting the oil lamp, Verin called a meeting of the ten centurions of the army.

"This is the first battle since the establishment of our 7,000-man team. I don't care what state you were in before. If you have any questions now, just raise them. When the order is issued later, I don't want to hear other voices."

Weilin looked at everyone seriously and warned coldly.

Of the ten centurions, only two were brought by him. The remaining eight were not his direct subordinates, so it was not clear how good they were.

Five or six minutes passed, and when no one spoke, Verin immediately asked Kyle to spread out the parchment.

An enlarged version of the map appeared in front of everyone, and with the help of the marks on it, they could clearly understand the surrounding terrain.

"The first battle this time is to wipe out all the Goblin tribe here."

"Third, the 6th and 100th teams set out at four in the morning, detoured to the lower reaches of the Goblin tribe, and conducted a blockade to prevent any fish from escaping."

"Fourth, the 5th and 700th troops launched an attack from the jungle on the flanks, and at the same time guarded the outside to avoid reinforcements from the other side."

"The rest of the troops follow me and attack from the front."

Verin gave the order while pointing out the marching route on the parchment map.

"Strictly enforce my orders, and anyone who disobeys them will be killed."

"yes."

The officers present didn't know whether it was fear or surrender, but they all answered loudly.

Afterwards, Verin announced the dissolution of the meeting and asked the centurions of each army to go down and prepare.

"Lord, I have something to report to you." Kyle said to Verin after seeing everyone leave.

Weilin looked at Kyle's serious expression and ordered in the direction of the camp entrance: "Disperse all personnel within 20 meters of the camp. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

"Yes, Lord."

The ten knights on guard responded loudly and immediately began to execute the order.

After a while, when everything around him became quiet, Verin motioned for Kyle to sit down and talk.

"Lord, today the officers below are reporting that our soldiers..."

After listening to Kyle's detailed report, Wei Linchen asked: "Is this common?"

"There are many, and there are no fewer than ten cases reported to my subordinates."

"Is that so?"

Verin fell into thought.

Veterans with rich combat experience are in great need of him.

In addition, every soldier has a family behind him. If they are attracted to the Lake of Praying Stars, it will greatly alleviate the population gap.

However, after all, these are soldiers in the hands of other nobles. Now they are only managed in the name of the Guards, with only command rights and no ownership.

"This matter is not easy to handle."

Weilin shook his head, unable to think of any good method for a while.

It was not in his interest to offend so many nobles for the sake of hundreds of soldiers.

"Stop this matter for now and ask the officers below to keep it secret and not leak it out." Weilin rubbed his temples and ordered Kyle.

"Yes." Kyle lowered his head and responded.

…

In the early morning, Weilin looked at the four hundred people getting ready to go, and then looked at the sky.

"Set off."

Along the winding river, four hundred people walked lightly and moved towards the Goblin tribe as quickly as possible.

Near noon, the main offensive force arrived at the attack site.

Through the gaps in the bushes, Verin could clearly observe the specific situation outside the Goblin tribe.

Looking at the nearly defenseless Goblin tribe, Verin stood up, drew his knight's sword, and shouted an order.

"attack."

All four hundred people stood up and, under the leadership of the officers, launched an attack on the Goblin tribe at the foot of the hill.

The goblins who were lazing around and lying around noticed the sudden arrival of humans and screamed, signaling to their tribe that an enemy army was coming.

"Wow wow wow wow"

In the camp, the goblins picked up hammers, stone axes, and harpoons and rushed out. They were quickly killed in pieces and fled in all directions within less than three minutes.

A strong goblin screamed a few times when he saw his people fleeing in all directions, and was then killed by an ordinary soldier.

Seeing the soldiers entering the camp, Weilin, who was standing on the hill commanding the troops, felt incredible.

"That's it?"

"It should be like this." Kyle on the side lowered his head and replied.

"Let's go and have a look."

Verin, who couldn't believe it, walked down the hill and headed to the goblin camp.

The remaining thirty or so goblins were driven to the center of the camp, surrounded by soldiers glaring at them. The old, weak, sick and disabled were so frightened that they buried their heads in the soil, hoping for a little sense of security.

"Who speaks the lingua franca."

Hearing this, an ugly goblin raised his head and looked at the young man wearing exquisite armor who was surrounded by the crowd. He said in Common Tongue with a strong accent: "Dear Sir, I can speak it well."

"Tell me where the warriors of your tribe are."

Verin came to the ugly goblin and stuck his sword in front of him, his tone full of majesty.

"Sir... Your Majesty, our tribe's... chief and great... elder are leading the warriors to follow the god... the god has... left." Looking at the knight's sword so close at hand, the ugly goblin Trembling with fear, he stuttered in reply.

"god?"

Weilin frowned when he heard this key information.

Could it be that the gods were behind the attack on the western border?

Then, Weilin shook his head and threw away these distracting thoughts.

The sky fell, and there was a high roof. He was just a small pioneer knight now, so why should he care about this.

"Clean it up."

After the soldiers saw the centurion leave, they surrounded him and killed all the remaining goblins.

In the afternoon, the other two teams gathered at the goblin camp and reported to Weilin.

In the next few days, Weilin wiped out several monster clan tribes and found that the situation was similar to the previous goblin tribe. Almost all of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and a few strong ones. Most of the combat-capable ones followed their so-called gods and left.

Half a month later, the 7,000-man team that completed the mission returned to the camp for rotation.

When they left, it was still a bare Lumen Mountain. When they returned, there were already three walls.

Looking at the compact soil layer above, Weilin would not doubt his defense at all.

First, the troops went to the camp to rest, and then Weilin went to the central camp to report to Flora.

"Aunt, this is roughly the situation. I suspect these monsters are plotting to gather troops and prepare to attack the provincial defense line." Weilin entered the tent and reported to Flora.

"Your guess is correct, but there are some deviations."

Flora took out a document from the table and handed it to Weilin for inspection, saying seriously.

Weilin was startled and hurriedly opened it to check.