Chapter 129 The 8-Year War—The Beginning

"Raise a glass to celebrate that we are together at this moment." Balmond picked up the wine glass and said to everyone.

The six people sitting below raised their glasses one after another. Seeing that Bamond drank first, he drank it all in one gulp.

Balmond put down his wine glass, looked at the familiar face on the left, and said with a smile: "Alcott, I didn't expect to meet again after so many years."

"Lord Balmond, it's been almost thirty years since we said goodbye to Windsor Castle. Time flies so fast." Alcott also sighed with emotion.

"It's indeed a bit far away." Bamond couldn't help but shook his head and said, "The last time was when my eldest brother inherited the Earl of Eagle, we met. I didn't expect so many years to pass by."

"Kadiqi, Flora, you brothers and sister are not bad, and you have achieved success now."

Sitting first on the right, Kadiqi said with a smile: "Lord Balmond, thank you for your guidance to us brothers and sisters."

"If you want to thank me, thank my elder brother. Without him specifically calling me back from the army, I wouldn't be able to provide you with special training. It's just that time flies a bit fast. In the blink of an eye, the two little ones have grown up."

"I heard that you are engaged to Medmonchi's daughter. Remember to ask me to drink when you get married."

"Absolutely." Kadiqi responded somewhat at a loss.

Then, Balmond turned his eyes to Flora and said gently: "Flora, I heard that you are still unmarried."

"Yes, Lord Bamond." Flora looked directly at Bamond and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner, "I plan to think about major events in my life after I break through gold. I have no such idea now."

"She is still the little girl she was back then, and her temper is still as stubborn."

Balmond recalled the scene more than 20 years ago, shook his head and said with a smile: "Follow your inner thoughts. After breaking through gold, if you can't find a satisfactory man, come to me and I will introduce you to a few." ."

After hearing this, Flora blushed and nodded. This was the first time that Weilin saw his aunt blushing. It was really unlike Dapu.

"Brian, why didn't you stand up and say hello when you saw me?" Balmond stared at Brian, who was sitting opposite Verin, and glared at him.

"Well, Uncle Balmond, long time no see."

Brian stood up and looked at Balmond. He couldn't help but tremble when he recalled the scene of being beaten before.

"You have been reckless since you were young and have no business acumen. However, it is your luck to meet the right subordinate."

"Uncle Balmond, you are wrong. That was me before, but now I have been reborn... Well, you are right, I still have to correct it." Brian looked at the familiar smile on the other side and immediately changed his tune.

"Learn well from your magic knight and don't be lazy."

"Yes, Uncle Balmond." Brian nodded obediently to avoid being beaten later.

Finally, Bamond turned his eyes to Edgar and said in an easy-going tone: "Edgar, although you and I are meeting for the first time, we are relatives whose blood is dissolved in water. You have troubles that cannot be solved. In the meantime, , you can come to me at any time.”

"Thank you, Lord Balmond." Edgar stood up, bent down to salute, and thanked him respectfully.

"Here, have another drink. I'm glad to see you today."

The banquet lasted for more than two hours, and the strangers became familiar with each other. Seeing his third uncle and his cousin talking and laughing, Weilin felt that this banquet was not in vain.

However, this time, Weilin also looked at his third uncle with admiration.

Unexpectedly, in the midst of his busy schedule, he also took the time to get to know several other tribesmen, and calmly sought connections among them, skillfully handling the relationship between them and bringing them closer.

Verin was shocked and said he learned.

……

Ten days later, the Serop Corps set off, and a large number of combat troops left the Brazil A camp in batches and rushed to the gray wilderness.

In less than ten days, more than half of the forty square kilometers of the camp was empty, leaving only less than 100,000 support personnel and auxiliary troops.

After several days of meetings, Weilin was appointed as the commander of the 13th Transportation Battalion. Together with the 14th Transportation Battalion, he was responsible for transporting rations for the Sixth Army. In addition to the 800 people in the headquarters, 1,200 regular personnel were also allocated. Soldiers, two thousand auxiliary soldiers were added to his command, and there were also fifty Kocaros beasts.

According to the requirements given by the Serop Corps, the regular soldiers are apprentices with intermediate-level and above professions, and the auxiliary soldiers are low-level apprentices and ordinary human soldiers.

The source of these 3,200 people is also very complicated. They are military service tasks assigned by the kingdom to the baronies in the provinces of Cadero and Serop that have not met the military requirements.

In other words, these people are important military forces in the hands of local nobles in their hometowns, and are important tools responsible for maintaining territorial security and noble rule.

But here, they are just a group of support personnel, a group of cannon fodder assigned at will. Wherever there is a shortage of people, they will fill it.

"Kyle, go and count the noble children here and give me accurate data."

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the order, Kyle led a group of soldiers and began to clean up the noble children among them.

After a while, I looked at the more than sixty noble children standing in the front row and was speechless for a while.

Wearing iron armor and holding iron weapons is already quite impressive, and he can barely be considered a nobleman.

Some of the nobles even wore half-body armor, and their weapons were considered weapons, giving them a slovenly appearance.

Verin walked back and forth, pointed at a noble boy at random and said, "What's your name, which family you come from, and what occupation you have."

The noble boy who was pointed at by the scabbard stood up in fear, and said in a trembling tone: "To return to your lord, my name is Cook Doslan. I come from the Baron Doslan family. I am the sixth son of a contemporary baron. I have a professional career." He is a low-level bronze warrior."

"How many people did you bring?"

Looking at this noble boy wearing iron armor, Verin frowned and asked.

Seeing Weilin's unhappy expression, Cook, a nobleman, replied tremblingly: "According to the governor's request, we have brought five bronze professionals, fifty regular soldiers, and three hundred and fifty auxiliary soldiers."

"Who are the other four people? Please come forward."

As soon as Weilin finished speaking, four nobles stood up.

Two of them were wearing iron armor and two were wearing leather armor.

"You are all descendants of Baron Doslan's family, and those fifty regular soldiers are all collateral descendants of your family."

"Yes, sir." A mature and steady middle-aged man replied respectfully.

Verin waved his hand and told them to return to the line.

Perhaps this is the most realistic appearance of the baron family at the bottom of the world. They send their children to the battlefield to complete the task on the one hand, and on the other hand they want to get to know a certain great noble.

And he, in the eyes of this group of people, is just a big shot.

But then again, he is.