Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 159 Calling one’s job title while working
Although the wind was freezing cold, Tikli felt like he was under the scorching sun in June, and beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.

"Gus, listen to this treacherous goblin, we will all die here sooner or later!" Tikli growled with his neck stiffened.

Before coming here, we clearly agreed to work together to stop the coalition forces, and after returning, we would be able to obtain a large amount of weapons and equipment and the most fertile pastures.

As a result, it was betrayed by the goblin just after it rushed forward. The promised reinforcements did not arrive, and the goblin blew the horn of retreat at the critical moment.

This goblin might just want to use this to consume its own people so that they can't profit from it.

"Tikli, put Leighton down, or I'll make you die here!"

The Centaur leader said without question, arcs of lightning flashing on his body.

"You..." After all, the pig-headed leader did not dare to compete in personal strength with this centaur who was born to control the element of thunder. He glared at Leighton fiercely, threw him to the ground, turned around and left.

"Gus, you will regret what you did today!" Only angry words remained in this space.

"Tikli is too impulsive, and that's just as well."

Leighton got up from the ground, patted his butt, straightened his messy collar, and still had a smile on his face.

"Compared to the shaman Minotaur, we are all outsiders in this war. Only by uniting can we gain the most benefits."

Leighton looked off into the distance, talking to himself.

Then he turned around and discussed something with the leader of the centaurs.

Compared to the impulsive and violent Tikri, this Centaur leader is more patient and a smart man. It will save a lot of effort to talk to him about some things.

……

With the retreat of the Wilderness Alliance, the hand-to-hand combat came to an end.

All the soldiers of the Thorn Legion breathed a sigh of relief and began to shrink their formation on their own initiative.

"Where's Sam? Come here quickly and treat the wounded!"

There were only a few dozen Minotaurs left after going berserk. After they were beheaded by the lord himself, he began to gather the wounded on the flat ground, yelling at the top of his voice.

"My Lord, I am coming, I am coming."

Sam, with a skinny body and only about 1.6 feet tall, is like a rat living in the dark among a group of orc guards with an average height of about 2.5 feet.

He hurriedly squeezed past the two barbarians, got in, straightened his crooked felt hat, and began to perform healing magic on the wounded in Gaoya Castle.

"Have Mir's casualties and spoils been tallied?"

The lord was sitting on a Minotaur with a golden sword, holding the helmet with blood dripping from it in his arms.

Originally, he only needed to take a look at the system panel to accurately determine the number of casualties.

But the purpose of bringing Mil here is to train him, so these things are naturally left to him to do.

"Brother-in-law..."

As soon as Mil opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the lord rolling his eyes.

"How many times have I told you to use your job title when you are working?"

Apparently, the petty-minded lord still remembered someone's words saying that he would come to rescue him.

"My Lord Baron, among the fifty-man personal guards, only five were injured. Among the one hundred-man orc heavy armored infantry regiment, ten were killed and twenty were injured. There was no damage to the Fed archers." Mir answered in a serious tone.

Although they knew that they were outnumbered, they still wiped out more than 400 frenzied Minotaurs. This result was no longer remarkable, but horrifying.

But the Lord still felt angry, and his eyes were empty. He felt sad when any of these precious treasures died, and he could even call out the names of the ten dead orcs.

These Minotaurs are indeed the top fighting race in the wilderness, and their frenzy is a real headache.

His strength is now far beyond what it used to be. In this battle, he killed nearly two hundred Minotaurs by himself.

If ordinary people met a killer like him, they would have collapsed and fled.

As a result, this group of Minotaurs were completely wiped out and had no resistance at all, which was also the reason for the reduction in the number of people in Gaoya Castle.

They encountered a group of lunatics who had lost their minds. No matter how brave the barbarians were, they were killed in the end with a strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The lord himself closed the eyes of the ten corpses of the Highcliff Castle orc warriors, and finally they were wrapped in a straw mat by their companions. After all, no one would leave their companions exposed in the wilderness.

Levi watched this scene in silence for a long time.

Instead, Mir and Zat took the initiative to comfort him, saying that as a warrior, fighting and death were an inherent part of their lives, and it was a rare honor to die in a dazzling battle.

Moreover, only ten soldiers died in this battle, and their boss played 90% of the role, as about half of the minotaurs were killed by him.

"When I get back, I will build a warrior cemetery on the Moon-Watching Slope southwest of Gaoya Fort, so that their deeds can be passed down forever."

Levi just made the promise.

Even the usually dull Zat fell silent.

In the past, when its companions died in the wilderness, they were mostly cremated on the spot. This was not the way to allow their companions to go to the kingdom of God.

Instead, their corpses will be left exposed in the wilderness and will be eaten clean by goblins or other creatures, so they have no choice but to do this.

Otherwise, building a cemetery for the deceased to rest in peace, leaving behind an intact body, and finally erecting a monument to record their deeds is something that everyone envies in their hearts.

For a soldier who puts honor above all else, it is a great honor to leave behind an intact body and a tombstone recording his deeds after death.

However, this is often time-consuming and labor-intensive, and requires a waste of manpower, material resources and time to clean up, so for the sake of convenience and simplicity, cremation is the way to go.

This is also the mainstream practice of all forces today.

But now...

At this moment, all the people in Gaoyabao seemed to have eye problems. One by one, they lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes. When asked what was wrong, they all said that they had just killed people without blinking and their eyes were too dry.

But secretly, everyone's eyes were filled with tears.

They were just afraid of being seen by their own lords, who would laugh at them for being such famous warriors and how could they leak horse urine.

"Sir, you are really different in some ways." Sikai said with emotion.

There are cemeteries in the North, but they have absolutely nothing to do with a bunch of soldiers. The lowest rank among those who can live there after death is at the deputy commander level, and they have to have made great contributions.

"We are just a fighter together. I can understand what a warrior needs." The lord did not comment.

Although there were some losses, the gains were also considerable.

Except for the personal guards who were all at level five, the remaining Feder archers and orc heavy infantry regiments, each with a dozen or so soldiers, had accumulated enough experience and were directly upgraded to level five by the lord.

The spoils of war were naturally the iron armor of the Minotaurs, although most of them were very tattered and not very sophisticated.

But these more than 400 fully armed minotaurs, if they can recycle their armor and weapons, it is definitely an extremely considerable number.

(End of this chapter)