Chapter 74 The Border of Cadero Province—The Expectations of the Lower Class Soldiers
The next morning, Verin received the order document from Flora.
According to the order, in the next half month, he needs to lead the 7,000-man team to eliminate three goblin tribes with more than 300 people, three kobold tribes with more than 300 people, and the remaining more than 20 large and small tribes. Little tribe.
"Kyle, let people go to the logistics to collect food, and at the same time, let everyone get ready. There is no need to train today, just have a good rest."
Kyle, who was standing on guard outside the tent, heard Verin's voice and replied loudly: "Yes, Lord."
Afterwards, Weilin found a map and marked the monster clans and tribes that needed to be wiped out one by one according to the directions on the order document.
His 7,000-man team is responsible for the upper left area of the camp, which covers an area of more than 3,000 square kilometers and is distributed with two tributaries of the Huangsha River system, resulting in a somewhat high density of monster clans.
"It's a geomantic treasure."
Wei Lin firmly believed that this place would belong to him from now on and no one could take it away.
After a day of rest, Weilin left the camp with 1,100 members of the 7,000-man team and officially began the clearing mission.
Flora got up early and stood on the temporary sentry tower, watching the 7000th team leaving. She ordered Miller beside her: "Always pay attention to Weilin's movements. I don't want him to be in any danger."
"Yes, Captain."
Miller obeyed the orders of his captain unconditionally. After all, his life was given by the captain.
Opening a road in the wasteland is a painful thing. Weilin looked helpless when he saw that it took three hours to advance 20 kilometers.
"Lord, this road is too difficult to walk. There are thorns and bushes everywhere. If we hadn't all had armor to protect ourselves, we would have been scarred." Kyle cleared the branches and leaves on his mount and came to Verin's side to report. road.
"Let the troops stop and rest where they are first while I re-plan the path."
Weilin did not expect that it would be so difficult to march here, but he, the commander, did not do his job well.
On the boulder nearby, Weilin asked someone to spread out the map, mark the current locations on it, and start thinking about countermeasures.
"Next to it is the nearest tributary of the Huangsha River system. You only need to move five or six kilometers to the north to reach it."
According to Weilin's guess, the road along the river must be easier than opening a path in the bushes, but he was not sure whether his guess was correct or not, after all, he had never seen it before.
"It's a gamble. If it doesn't work, we can only spend a lot of time to forcibly open the road."
Thanks to the thin magic power in the eastern part of the Ashmang Wasteland, otherwise they would not only have to face the complex thorn bushes, but also the sudden appearance of magical beasts and ferocious beasts.
In the afternoon, Weilin adjusted his direction and moved towards the north.
After two hours of marching, we finally arrived at an unknown tributary of the Huangsha River system, a river five or six meters wide.
Standing by the stream, Weilin looked up and down, with a broad view, and said with some joy: "Okay, it's true, it's much better than that damn jungle."
"Lord, thanks to your wise decision, we were liberated from that green cage." Kyle admired sincerely from the side.
"Okay, let the soldiers rest for a while, and we will continue to set off later, and strive to complete the task of wiping out the first Goblin tribe tomorrow afternoon." Hearing the praise from his subordinates, Weilin felt very comfortable and smiled at Kyle He ordered.
"Yes."
Upon hearing the news, thousands of people took a break and sat down near the river, enjoying the rare refreshment.
The sweltering jungle brought them only depression. Under the pressure of the officers, as low-level soldiers, they could not and were not qualified to express their opinions.
"Black Hammer, you lord are so kind, you actually gave us time to rest."
"That's right, it's not like our Lord Baron, who is riding on a horse and whipping us with a whip because he dislikes us for not being able to keep up with the speed."
By the river, a small team sat together and talked quietly.
"I, Black Hammer, met Lord Verin because of the blessing of the gods. With His gift, I am what I am today." Black Hammer narrated with a pious look.
They heard this many times and did not feel disgusted. Instead, they sympathized with and envied this sixteen-year-old boy.
Compared to the Black Hammers who were born as serfs, they were at least born as civilians and had limited choices and paths for advancement.
"Well, thinking about what our lord looks like, I really want to take my family to the Lake of Praying Stars." A soldier in his thirties complained.
"You don't want your life. If your lord's officers hear it, you will still have something to eat when you go back." A veteran next to him was shocked and hurriedly covered his mouth. He looked around vigilantly and found that there was no officer. After the figure appeared, he advised.
"Old Mike, don't say anything. If it weren't for...well, I just don't know if there is a way."
Others sighed, and then fell silent, because an officer was coming this way.
After the patrol officer left, Black Hammer looked at his "comrades" and said dullly: "How about I ask my former commander to see if there is anything I can do."
"Really, Blackhammer."
"please."
"Black Hammer, may the goddess of life bless you."
When everyone heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at Black Hammer with hopeful eyes.
At this moment, Weilin did not know what was happening among the soldiers at the bottom of the army. Instead, he thought of the best solution based on the information obtained by the scouts and the distance between the goblin tribes.
"Twenty kilometers downstream is the first goblin tribe selected this time. There are about four hundred goblins."
"According to the most common estimation method in the world, the combat strength of this Goblin tribe should be 70%, which is 280 Goblin warriors."
"It's a little difficult to block the news and prevent other monster tribes from knowing the news, but it's not enough to trouble me."
Afterwards, Verin asked people to put away the map and ordered the troops to set off and move downstream along the river.
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In the lower reaches of an unknown tributary of the Huangsha River system, there is a simple goblin camp. In the eyes of the goblins, this can already be called a luxurious nest.
A strong Goblin is dominating the tribe. Ever since the patriarch and the great elder left with the elite fighting force of the tribe, this place has been his world.
"Acting... Acting Chief, there seems to be some movement upstream, and there are a lot more fish than usual." An ugly-looking Goblin entered the wooden shed and carefully reported the report.
"There are more fish, which means my god is favoring us. Now get out of here." The intense exercise was interrupted, and the acting Goblin leader stared at this ugly guy fiercely.
"Yes Yes Yes."
The ugly-looking Goblin rolled out of the wooden shed and was laughed at by the Goblins beside him. He had no idea that the destruction was coming.
