Chapter 265 The miserable little nobleman in troubled times

In the camp outside Beiyi City, fifty-six gold-level professionals stood on both sides of the big tent, looking forward, waiting for Angus to give orders.

Weilin stood in the third position on the left, looking at the detailed map not far away, and then looked at his father, wondering how he was going to counterattack this time.

"There are more than 100,000 expeditionary forces of the Kingdom of Bashio and more than 200,000 troops of the Northern Army in the Nan Deshalin Province, and they are still sending reinforcements in a steady stream, trying to use the Province of Chris as a breakthrough point and attack the Province of Bogonghan from the right wing."

"This time, we need to eliminate part of the expeditionary forces of the Kingdom of Bashio, make them feel afraid, and destroy their confidence in going south."

After explaining the specific reasons, Angus began to issue specific combat orders.

At the beginning of the counterattack, several small troops harassed the surrounding areas of Nan Deshalin, consuming the active forces of the Kingdom of Bashio's expeditionary forces and forcing the other side to assemble.

Angus led 100,000 troops to press forward from the front, seeking a frontal decisive battle to solve the problem once and for all.

On the front battlefield, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, their Ilia Kingdom has always won more than lost, which is their proud glorious achievement.

Three days later, Weilin led the third battalion out of Beiyi City, crossed the border between Chris Province and Nan Deshalin Province, and entered an unknown place.

Dred flew into the air, took out the map, compared one by one, and finally determined their current location.

"My lord, according to the information provided by those adventurers, there is a northern military camp 20 kilometers west of here, with about 800 people, and the highest strength is a silver mid-level warrior."

"Then take them first." Weilin was a little eager to try, and said to Dred.

"All troops, listen to the order, the target is west, and move forward at full speed." Dred nodded and immediately gave the order.

The third battalion now has only more than 4,700 people. Compared with the beginning of the war, more than 200 people have died in a foreign country.

In less than an hour, they arrived at the outskirts of the town. This distance is not even a warm-up for them.

A captain led his men to take the lead, displaying combat skills, destroying the gate and the wall directly, and killing dozens of Northern Army soldiers guarding the place.

A gold warrior, a dozen silver warriors, more than 400 battle-hardened soldiers, 800 Northern Army troops and a dilapidated castle were destroyed without causing any waves.

Half an hour later, a dozen nobles were brought to Weilin and knelt on the ground.

"Who is the lord of this place?"

Several people looked at each other, and one of the men with higher status said: "Respected sir, Baron Suk has resisted stubbornly and has been killed by your brave warriors. I am his younger brother Baker. In order to repay your losses, we are willing to offer 6,000 gold coins and pray for your forgiveness."

Looking at this group of spineless people, Weilin was not interested. After getting the money, he led the army to the next place.

It was not until all the people in the third battalion left that Baker and several other nobles got up from the ground.

"Alas! Unforeseen disaster, unforeseen disaster!"

"Lord Baker, Lord Suk is dead, you have to shoulder the glory of the Mesuen family!" One person stepped forward and said, his tone was full of sorrow.

In less than a year, their Mesuen family has changed two barons, and it will be the third one soon. When will this turmoil end!

When he heard that he would inherit the baron title, Baker was so scared that he sat on the ground and pleaded with the people around him: "My brother has descendants, I can't..."

"Uncle, only you can shoulder this responsibility." Two teenagers aged 11 or 12 knelt beside Baker and burst into tears.

The once popular cake has become a hot potato. No one knows that the territory of their Mesuen family will usher in another change, and a baron will be involved.

When the Grand Duke was still alive, although their Methuen family was only a baronial family, they at least had a territory of more than 100 square kilometers, a castle, a town, 11 villages, 150 guards, a population of more than 6,000 people, and a treasury full of gold and silver coins, which was considered wealthy.

However, since the unrest began, in less than a year, the town of Methuen has changed its flag five or six times. His father and eldest brother died in the war, and the wealth accumulated by five or six generations was forced to be used for atonement. Although the treasury was not empty enough to starve to death, it was no longer as full as before. Most of the population in the territory was lost, and no free people were left.

This time, another 6,000 gold coins were taken out, which really hurt his bones.

After mutual shirking, Baker was finally put on the position of baron.

Looking at the dilapidated castle, Baker didn't know when he would be beheaded, whether he would die at the hands of the Northern Army or the Southern Army.

In half a month, Weilin led the third battalion, with the "assistance" of Draide, to wipe out thirteen northern army garrisons and three expeditionary army garrisons, killing one gold warrior, forty-three silver professionals, more than five hundred bronze professionals, and more than ten thousand ordinary soldiers.

I didn't expect that by clearing the garrison troops, I could also harvest the head of a gold warrior, which was really a great profit.

Although it was Draide who killed him, as his nominal subordinate, the merit was naturally counted on his head.

By a river, soldiers who had fought for several days took turns to take off their sticky armor and went into the river to wash the stains on their bodies.

Weilin and Kyle leaned against a big tree, watching the clear river water being dyed blood red, silently praying to the goddess of life in their hearts, and then ignored it.

"My lord, this time we harvested a total of 30,000 gold coins, 110,000 silver coins, and other kinds of items, totaling 80,000 gold coins."

"It seems that this area has been repeatedly plundered several times, and there are not many valuable things left."

Looking back on what I have seen and heard in the past ten days, the poverty of the border area between Nandeshalin Province and Chris Province is beyond imagination. A large number of people have fled, and corpses eaten by wild beasts can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

The dispute between the two kingdoms will eventually need the Principality of Bogonghan to pay for it.

At this time, a sound came from a distance. Within Weilin's sight, a hill five or six kilometers away was directly flattened.

The accompanying waves spread to the surroundings. Dred stood in front of Weilin and slashed the void to eliminate the aftermath of the dispute.

The soldiers who washed in the river immediately climbed ashore and quickly put on their clothes and armor.

"That seems to be Migos." Weilin turned his head and looked at Dred, asking in shock.

"Yes, it is indeed the figure of Lord Migos." Dred nodded and replied, looking at the distance vigilantly, "The one who can fight him is probably a soul-level strongman with three soul rings."

Three soul rings, which means that Migos has integrated the three combat skills he has learned into his own soul, turning them into physical instincts, and can be used at will without releasing them in a specific way.

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