Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 203: Eighteen That Year, Standing Like a Minion

The war gradually came to a halt, and the Wilderness Alliance looked at the large enemy reinforcements coming and could only helplessly leave a trail of corpses on the ground and retreat in disgrace like the tide.

The reinforcements of the Thorn Soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, and the auxiliary soldiers were building a temporary camp.

As expected, Fujiro was ambushed by a male drow leader and several thousand wild men on the way.

If the legion commander had not been cautious enough and had excellent military talent, I'm afraid this group of punks would have succeeded in their sneak attack.

But even so, it still slowed down their progress, resulting in that even if they sped up later, they still arrived half a day late.

"Fujiero, how many casualties do you have?"

A bonfire was lit on the open ground, and a big pot was set up with thick soup boiling. Levi took out the tender mutton from it and ate it with his mouth full of oil.

Today he had only eaten a few bites of rye bread in the morning. He had been running around killing people all day long, and his stomach was empty. So as soon as the enemy retreated, he hurriedly found the cook at Gaoyabao to make a fire and cook.

After all, man is made of iron and rice is made of steel, and if you don't eat for a meal you will feel hungry.

As the vanguard, he only led a group of soldiers from Gaoya Fort, while the rest of the auxiliary soldiers and cooks followed in the main force.

"Although the enemy's sneak attack was unexpected, it didn't cause any major damage. It just delayed us for some time."

Fujiro squatted aside, holding a bowl and eating rice in big mouthfuls, with no manners at all.

"I have to sincerely thank you, Sir, for this. If you hadn't come to support me, it's hard to say whether Sikai could hold on until I arrived."

"The loss of a team of Panta warriors, a senior priest and a knight commander here is an unbearable loss for us." He looked up at Levi with a serious face: "I will report these to the Duke truthfully."

"Not even the season of eternal night can conceal your brilliant achievements."

"Hey, it's just a matter of each taking what he needs. I'm a down-to-earth person. If Florina can donate some practical things to High Cliff Castle, I'll be satisfied." Levi waved his hand.

Even though he and a group of barbarians were doing well in this small piece of land, Gaoya Castle had become a powerful force with thousands of people, and it could even be said that it had a place in this wilderness.

But none of this can conceal the fact that this is an emerging force, and its people are so poor that they can't even pay a penny, and are still struggling to make ends meet.

Basically, it is all supported by the lord's private treasury.

I thought that the pioneer lord lived in a magnificent palace with a bunch of animal-eared girls and led a dissolute life.

But imagination is just imagination after all. The reality is that there is not a single beast-eared girl, but there are a lot of rough beastmen, and they sleep together every day.

"Duke Florina will definitely give you a satisfactory reward. The Martell family's motto is: revenge must be paid, and kindness must be repaid a hundred times!"

Fujiro smiled slightly. After he finished explaining, he looked down and found that the food was gone.

The burly panda man was eating enthusiastically while holding a pointed basin. His furry face was covered with grease. He blinked innocently when he met Fujiro's gaze.

Turning around, he saw that the lord next to him was no worse than him. There was no doubt that both of them were complete losers.

One person is equivalent to ten soldiers of the Thorn Legion.

After licking his lips, Fujiro finally put down the bowl helplessly.

These two tough guys have killed countless enemies in this war, so it is normal for them to eat a lot. The Legion of Thorns will not treat any meritorious person unfairly.

but……

Fujiro still felt extremely heartbroken, because the mutton was specially sent by his sister to improve his diet.

After all, most of the time in the military career, we eat from a common pot, so there is no problem with getting enough to eat, but it is really hard to say how delicious the food is.

Therefore, most officers would bring some rations that suit their taste and cook their own meals. This is also a tradition of the Legion of Thorns, and he is no exception.

I wanted to serve it to everyone as an apology, but I didn't expect these two people to treat me like animals...

"Fujieluo, your mutton is amazing. What breed of sheep is it? I'll buy two to raise when I get home."

Levi gave a thumbs up and praised generously.

The last time he ate food that made him rave about it was in the Duke's Palace. The mutton that Fujiro brought out was very tender, with almost no smell of mutton. Just adding a little salt and rinsing it made people drool.

After finally getting a chance to have sex with this simple-living middle-aged man for free, the lord immediately beat him to death.

"Sir, these are Highland Black Sheep. I'll ask Lorina to give you a few when we get back."

"Okay." The lord nodded.

"Sir, something's happening!"

Just then, Sikai ran over from a distance, panting.

This middle-aged knight suffered heavy losses in his first tough defensive battle as he led his men, so he felt extremely guilty and personally went to help transport the wounded after the battle.

Several people looked at each other and their faces darkened. Could it be that these wild people had just suffered a crushing defeat and had come up with some new tricks?

"Oh, these little punks are really restless." The lord sneered.

The relaxed expression on the Penta warrior's face disappeared without a trace. He picked up the weapon he had just put down and began to prepare for battle. A silent silence began to spread.

He couldn't even finish his meal, so he took a few quick bites and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Follow me!" The lord raised his arm and shouted, and everyone rushed out of the temporary camp.

Standing on a snow slope, Sikai pointed in a direction where the terrain was relatively high and one could see farther.

Under the cover of night, the heavy snow had stopped, but it was obviously impossible to see farther with the thin starlight. One could only vaguely see a black shadow slowly moving towards here on the ankle-deep snow.

Levi narrowed his eyes and looked behind the figure, trying to find more people in the darkness.

"On a?"

"I can't see it clearly. The scouts discovered it first, but I heard from them that there was indeed only one." Sikai shook his head.

The reason he didn't act rashly was because the other party was a little too weird.

If the wild people were fleeing quietly because they were afraid of fighting, how could they possibly come towards them?

But if not, and the other party is just one person, it is completely confusing.

As time passed, the shadow got closer and closer to everyone, and more details became clearer.

This was a large goblin, with typical exaggerated facial features of a goblin, but a taller body, about 1.8 meters, sturdy, wearing a set of leather armor and hunting boots with a bit of military nobility charm, and a short sword hanging from his waist. All these combined together made him look not only different from the ugly goblin appearance, but also quite handsome. What was even more impressive was that his eyes were clear and bright, as if they contained a starry sky, in sharp contrast to the ignorant and turbid eyes of other goblins.

At this moment, it was waving a piece of gray cloth picked up by a branch in its hand.

Levi felt a sense of déjà vu when looking at this scene.

"Is this earth elf a messenger sent by the other party?" Fujiro on the side said uncertainly.

It's no wonder he thought so. The way this earth elf was dressed made it clear that he was not a runaway soldier. Even Fujiero would believe he was a military noble.

"No matter what it is, just bring it over and ask, and everything will be clear." Levi waved his hand, and the Penta warriors behind him put down the javelins in their hands that were ready to go.

……

Until today, the enemy's main force came out of the Shadow Forest, but there was no sign of Gus. Leighton had already realized that this old friend was either captured or killed by the enemy.

No matter what the outcome, it is difficult to hide its sadness.

But it cannot sink into despair; it must find a way to survive.

That’s right, it’s a way to survive.

In Leiden's view, this coalition of drow elves was like a tattered ship on a stormy sea. The only fate for those who stayed on it was to be buried in the sea along with it.

For this reason, it took the risk to come to the human camp alone.

Perhaps it would be shot dead by an arrow from the enemy's alert soldiers before it even gets close, or perhaps the enemy's officers would simply ignore a lowly goblin who is as humble as dust. But in any case, this is its only chance, and it must seize it.

Anyway, no matter how many possibilities there were, Leighton came anyway.

It saw a sentence from a human book: without action, everything possible will only be possible.

This is its only chance to survive.

When he saw the enemy officer signaling the group of extremely brave Penta warriors to lay down their weapons, Leighton knew that his goal this time was half achieved. He suppressed his inner joy and walked closer.

There were a total of four officers on the other side. They stood on a high place, looking down at it. Under the light of the fire, they looked so tall and majestic.

The most eye-catching person was the middle-aged human in the middle, who was dressed in military noble clothing. He had a calm face, and held an exquisite cane in his hand. His posture was elegant and noble. He exuded a special leadership temperament, which made people feel in awe of him. Obviously, he was the one with the highest status among all the people present, and the final commander of this human army.

Next to him were the panda leader who was as brave as Gus and a young human.

Although Layton had never been to the human world, he also learned some things about the human army. In the military environment, seniority and age are considered important factors, and usually the human non-commissioned officers who command soldiers are experienced and older.

These older NCOs, with their experience and calmness, are better able to lead and command the soldiers.

However, the young human in front of him was too young.

It couldn't help but wonder, was this human a follower?
After all, human nobles like to have a servant around them, especially one with a handsome appearance. It is not clear whether there is a deeper meaning hidden in it.

When I looked at the last person, I couldn't help but be dazzled by his presence. His face was resolute and courageous, his figure was sturdy, and he exuded an indescribable aura. This was a strong human being!
Leighton thought of the soldier in black armor who could easily break through the coalition formation.

It is most likely the human knight in front of him.

"Goblin, tell me why you're here." Fujiro spoke, his voice as heavy as a rock slab, intimidating.

"I am the chief of the Wind Tribe, and I come here with good intentions." Leighton placed one hand on his chest and bowed.

This surprised everyone. After all, when did the goblins learn the etiquette of human nobles?

Its leather armor is a little old, but it is clean and well-maintained. It is definitely not temporarily taken from someone else.

The sword hanging around the waist has a unique historical flavor, and you can tell there are many stories behind it just by looking at the scabbard.

This goblin is obviously different from other wild people.

It looked at Fujiro with great respect, "This sir must be the commander of this legion."

Fujiro nodded slightly.

"Your wisdom seems to be favored by the gods. Every strategic deployment makes me feel like I am climbing an insurmountable peak."

Leighton was generous with his praise.

Fujiro remained noncommittal. As the youngest legion commander, he had heard so many compliments that his ears were already callused, let alone the compliments coming from a goblin.

To be honest, if it were any other legion commander, he would have thought that the goblin was insulting him, but Fujiro discovered something deeper in it.

Could this goblin be the commander of the wilderness coalition some time ago?

"And this Panta warrior, your bravery is unmatched, and the enemies you crushed are enough to serve as blankets for an entire camp."

Leighton praised everyone in front of him one by one, with a bright smile on his face, as if he was full of admiration and appreciation for everyone.

However, it didn't know that it had been labeled as too flattering by the honest man Panda. But as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, so Panda still nodded perfunctorily.

"Finally it's me!"

The lord puffed out his chest like a proud peacock, ready to listen to how the goblin evaluated him.

The things he did were earth-shattering enough to be recorded in history. He seemed to have anticipated that the goblin's praise for him would be endless like a tide, and even if he exhausted all his limited vocabulary, it would still be difficult to express his admiration for him.

Unexpectedly, this guy just ignored him and looked at Sikai. He was visibly shocked. What extraordinary strength, like a towering peak... His reputation among the people in the wilderness was enough to scare people away from going to the toilet in the middle of the night... All kinds of exaggerated and free praises followed one after another.

Sikai was confused. He himself didn't know how powerful he was?
Fujiro raised the corner of his mouth slightly, it seemed that the goblin had recognized the wrong person.

At the age of eighteen, I stood like a slave.

The lord was inexplicably treated as a small soldier and was very angry.

"You blind bastard, you can't even recognize me when I'm right in front of you?"

"what?"

Leighton felt a lump in his heart, realizing that he seemed to have done something stupid.

Looking at it with a sneer, the lord who kept pressing the sword at his waist felt a chill on his neck and couldn't help swallowing.

(End of this chapter)