Chapter 13: Opening up the first battle

In the early morning of the next day, except for the twenty armed serfs who were left to look after the house, the entire camp was out in force.

Thirteen bronze knights, two apprentice knights, one hundred and eighty armed serfs, 55 cannon fodder slaves, a total of 250 combatants.

Pulling a marching team of more than 300 meters, they marched toward the Goblin tribe 25 kilometers away.

Every armed serf in the team did not panic. Instead, they looked excited and couldn't wait to fight the goblins.

The reason was that Verin promised them that by obtaining the heads of the three goblins, he would pardon their status as serfs in public and become free citizens.

On this basis, for every additional goblin killed, he will reward them with a silver coin.

Freedom and private property were something they could not even imagine as serfs.

As long as you risk your life and fight, your children, your grandchildren, and your descendants will all be free people.

On the red phosphorous horse, Weilin paid attention to the surrounding environment and looked at these armed serfs who were full of hope for the future. He was very satisfied. As expected, this operation will go smoothly.

He still knew who was stronger and weaker between a group of zombie-like cannon fodder and a group of fighting serfs.

Weilin, who has memories of two lifetimes, has clear plans for his future territory.

This method can be used not only in war, but also in other aspects, just like Qin's farming and warfare system, but some changes need to be made, otherwise it will be rejected by the mainstream of the world.

After four hours of marching, Verin ordered to stop and rest in the woods.

At the same time, the four knights serving as scouts drove away from here to conduct a reconnaissance of the boulder tribe ahead to ensure that nothing unexpected happened.

Under a big tree, Verin took the food handed over by Orlando, a kind of flatbread baked with flour, mixed with cold boiled water, to fill his stomach.

"Orlando, Hebrews, you two will make the final attack later. Don't rush in rashly." Wiping his mouth, Verin stared at his two guardian knights and said seriously.

"Yes, my lord." They both replied in unison.

Compared with the increasingly mature Orlando, Hibs seems a little timid and has no confidence in the next battle.

Weilin looked at his helpless look, shook his head and smiled, as long as he experienced a few battles, he would be fine.

"Sir, the scouts are back." Baird came over and reported to Verinhui, "According to Otto and his team's investigation, the number of Goblins in the Boulder Tribe has increased a lot."

After hearing this, Verin asked Baird: "How much has it increased?"

"About a hundred or so."

"One hundred. In this way, the number of goblins in the Boulder Tribe reaches four hundred."

After hearing this, Baird nodded and looked at Verin, waiting for his decision.

"Keep the original plan unchanged. I will lead the knights into the battle, disrupt their formation, and kill the opponent's leader. You command the infantry and drive the cannon fodder slaves to carry out the first wave of attacks, and the armed serfs will follow closely behind." Weilin thought about it. Thinking, he said to Baird, "Knock them all down in one go."

"I understand, Lord."

After Baird left, Verin leaned against the tree trunk, recharging his energy and preparing for battle.

On the other side, in the luxurious cave of the Megalithic Tribe, the leader of the Megalithic Tribe, Gerry, was having a heated discussion with the other six Goblin tribe leaders.

In order to entertain these people, Gerry, the leader of the Boulder tribe, even took out the fruit wine that he had collected for a long time.

Seeing these country bumpkins drinking heavily, his heart was bleeding, but he had to pretend to be generous.

"The traces of human pioneers appear again, and under the watchful eye of the Goblin God, these human hearts are offered to him."

The Goblin leader with only one ear sitting below was stunned on the spot. The wine glass raised high stayed in the air and said in shock: "What, there are human pioneers again."

"God! Why don't you favor Brin?"

"No, I have to go back and move quickly and leave this place."

For a moment, the six goblin leaders who came to the banquet were in a mess, hurriedly discussing how to escape.

As for confronting the human pioneers, don't be ridiculous. If they had the courage to resist, they wouldn't come to this ghost place.

"Quiet, under the gaze of the gods, don't you have any sense of shame?" The leader of the Boulder tribe, Gri, jumped up angrily and yelled at the group of fellow tribesmen.

"Shame, what is that? Living is the most important thing." A goblin said nonchalantly.

"Yes, the Goblin God taught us that the most important thing is to live and reproduce the race."

"If humans didn't want Goblin slaves, I wouldn't want to run away." Even more victorious, an old Goblin leader sitting in the back stood up with his staff and spoke shamelessly.

Looking at this group of scum, the leader of the Boulder Tribe was so angry that he made the female goblin serving next to him tremble with fear.

Just when he was about to summon the goblin warriors of the tribe to teach these bastards a lesson, a goblin broke into the cave and reported in a panic: "Chief, a large number of humans have appeared outside and are approaching us. Less than six hundred meters.”

"What? How did it come so fast." The face of the leader of the Boulder tribe changed drastically and he ordered loudly, "Quick, gather all the tribe members, prepare to fight immediately, and wipe out this group of humans under the witness of the great Goblin God."

As expected, under the strong pressure of hundreds of Goblin warriors from the Boulder Tribe, the six invited Goblin leaders and their guards were escorted to the front line of the battle line to serve as cannon fodder and consume the number of humans.

"Stop moving forward."

Baird, who was responsible for commanding the armed serfs and slave cannon fodder, loudly ordered that the team of more than 200 people stopped and confronted the green-skinned monster 300 meters away.

Compared to the neat formation of armed serfs, the 55 cannon fodder slaves looked panicked. Emotions such as panic, timidity, and fear changed drastically on their faces.

"Baird, the infantry phalanx is left to you."

"Yes, my lord."

Weilin drove his horse forward, preparing to lead the remaining eleven high-level bronze knights in the first round of charge to disrupt the opponent's formation.

"The first battle will be won."

Before the formation, Weilin put down his visor, held a horse stick in his hand, and his eyes became sharp.

Behind him the eleven members of the Knight Guard did the same, waiting for his orders.

"rush."

The order was given, and twelve red phosphorus horses galloped.

Seeing the twelve steel behemoths rushing over, the Goblin warriors from other tribes and the old, weak, sick and disabled from the Boulder Tribe at the front panicked, and were held back with spears by the Goblins at the rear, unable to advance or retreat.

"catapult."

When the leader of the Boulder Tribe saw this, he was very panicked and ordered loudly.

The twenty goblin warriors who served as slingers used all their strength to throw the stones in their hands.

Facing the flying boulders, Weilin and others did not dodge.

With the protection of full body armor, it can't do much harm to them.