Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 341 Before the Battle
Kemish Blue Diamond sat on the back of a ferocious giant Thorfin wolf, wearing a black bearskin cloak, and the exquisite full body armor inlaid with diamonds was faintly visible inside. He slowly wiped the sword with a handkerchief, but his eyes were calmly looking at the wild people being driven away by the soldiers in the distance.

The Sofin Giant Wolf is a magical beast specially bred by the Blue Diamond Family of the Persian Gulf Empire. It is a hybrid offspring bred from a wolf and a two-headed lion. It has a wolf head and a lion body, and is naturally able to control the water element.

Every direct descendant of the Blue Diamond family is given a Sofin giant wolf to foster affection with since childhood.

This ferocious beast with three blades as tall as its shoulders was gnawing on something with its head down. Blood was splattering everywhere, and every bone seemed as crisp as sugarcane, which it chewed and swallowed easily.

"How many people are there in this tribe?" asked Kemish.

"My master, excluding the elderly and children, there are a total of 221 young and strong men." The slave guard replied as if he did not see the goat man who was wailing with a face full of pain.

"But it can only be sold for 500 gold grams." Kemish frowned slightly. As a lord and slave owner, he could easily calculate the value of each person.

Goat people are cowardly and weak. The males can only be slaves doing dirty work. Only the females are worth a little money. After all, some guys like the narrow paths.

The most valuable ones are undoubtedly the elves, especially the female elves, any one of them can be sold for thousands of gold grams in the Persian Gulf Empire.

But it is not easy to find an elf without protection these days.

"There are enough rabbit people and goat people now. Next, we should try to capture those powerful races or other humans." Soon, Kemish's brows relaxed.

Fortunately, this wilderness is rich enough and has many races that the Persian Gulf Empire does not have. If he transports all of them over there, he will make a fortune.

"As you wish, my master." The tall black slave bowed slightly and said, "Just now your scouts reported that they encountered a group of gnoll cavalry in the wild."

"They are strong and sturdy, wearing fine black cavalry armor and holding steel scimitars that gleam with cold light. The leader, in particular, is a jackal wearing an eye patch. He is two blades and five centimeters tall and as strong as a giant wolf."

"Why don't you come and tell me in person?" Kemish frowned slightly.

As a qualified commander, you have to hear first-hand information about intelligence to avoid losing some details during transmission, which would affect your judgment.

"My master, I am truly sorry. When the scout rushed back, he was already dying, with a scimitar stuck in his chest. He only left these few words before returning to the arms of the Slave God."

Kemish was so surprised that he stopped what he was doing. "Only one of the twelve came back?"

"Yes, only one came back, and this is the weapon." The slave guard handed over a scimitar.

This is a standard scimitar. The blade is made of fine steel with unique metal patterns. It makes a dull sound when you flick your fingers on it.

This proves that the materials used are of high quality and it is definitely not just a showpiece product, but is made by a master.

With the perfect arc, the cavalry can easily cut the enemy's neck with the help of the impact force.

As far as Kemish knew, these wild people didn't even have the ability to forge iron sheets. How could they forge weapons that were as sophisticated as theirs?
But his doubts were soon explained.

When the eyes moved to the exquisite antler handle made of one piece, there were a few large words engraved on it - Gaoyabao Military Industry.

"It seems that the pioneer baron has discovered our actions." He put the scimitar on his waist. This weapon alone is worth dozens of gold grams, which is more expensive than ten goat men.

"That bunny man is not dead?!" a black soldier exclaimed, and then he was furious: "I should have killed this bastard at that time, but I didn't expect him to go and inform the police!"

When night fell, the entire rabbit tribe was massacred by them. Except for the young and strong, all the others were killed by them.

Although the rabbit man was not found afterwards, in their eyes all rabbit men looked pretty much the same, so they thought he had died in the chaos. They didn't expect that he had actually run away to report the news.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why the other party sent scouts to gather intelligence in just seven or eight days.

"It seems like a war is about to begin." Kemish just smiled slightly and unconsciously stroked the sword in his hand.

To be honest, he couldn't stop being surprised when he learned that his scouts were crushed by the enemy.

Thanks to the fact that he is the biological son of the patriarch of the Blue Diamond Family, although his title is only a baron, he has a group of Unsullied slave warriors funded by his family.

There are a total of 1,500 people, each of whom is a magic pattern warrior, capable of fighting lions and tigers, and equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment.

He made great contributions in the early development of his territory.

Although the 3,500 slave warriors he recruited later were all ordinary people, after his rigorous training, it can be said that although they are not as good as the first-line elite legions, they can still be ranked among the second-rate and are no worse than the second-line regular legions.

But I didn't expect to be completely crushed in this friction.

He knew very well what kind of military strength a frontier or baron had. At most, he had a few hundred guards of varying levels. However, if he had the support of a large family, he might have an excellent order of knights, just like him.

However, this time he brought all his assets with him, just to solve the problem once and for all. A full legion of 5,000 elite soldiers would not be a problem in dealing with a baron who had some skills. At most it would just take some more time.

Moreover, after seeing the scimitar, Kemish couldn't help but feel greedy.

The fact that the baron of Highcliff Castle could make his own weapons proved that he definitely owned an iron mine, an unimaginable wealth whose value was even higher than the slave trade.

After all, there is still a shortage of buyers for slaves, but there is always a market for weapons in this world.

Even the natives knew that if they had weapons, they would have both money and women.

"But my dear master, if these things were known to Debe, we might face troublesome consequences and condemnation from the empire." The black slave warrior said hesitantly.

Going to war with a baron of Derby would obviously cause trouble between the two countries.

"It would be troublesome if we were discovered." Kemish smiled and looked at the white horizon. The wilderness was covered with heavy snow, which buried everything underground, leaving only the desolate snow surface. "But the problem is that the wilderness is a completely remote rural area. Now it is snowing heavily, making it difficult for merchants and wandering poets to enter. And if an unknown baron, a pioneer baron, is annihilated, how long will it take for him to be discovered?"

"Maybe when the snow stops falling?" the black slave warrior said after thinking.

"No, I think it's at least more than a year," said Khemish.

Because if he remembered correctly, the nobles of Derby needed to pay a noble tax to the Noble Garden collectively every two years, and the next tax was still a year away.

When taxes could not be paid, the Noble Court would send someone to investigate whether the noble was dead or wanted to avoid paying the money.

If these high-ranking pigs were asked to investigate a farmer's stolen cows, they might not be able to find out. However, if they were asked to investigate where a noble was hiding because he didn't pay taxes, they could find him even if he was hiding on the top of a snowy mountain or in the depths of a desert.

In fact, Kemish did not say the main reason. Today, the Persian Gulf Empire is unprecedentedly powerful, and radicals account for 70% of the country, so they may want a fuse.

……

The setting sun was sinking in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset cast golden edges on the mushroom-like tents on the snow.

"The king of the Persian Gulf Empire is called Fern IX Golden Diamond. This monarch inherited his father's business. He does not have any outstanding talents, but he is extremely cruel." Sikai, wearing plate armor, was sitting by the stove, warming his hands by the fire while explaining the situation of the Persian Gulf Empire to everyone.

"How brutal is it?" Mil, who was putting sweet potatoes next to the stove, took the opportunity to interrupt.

"Let me put it this way. He once did something that was strongly condemned by the seven nations." Sikai, the knight borrowed by the lord, stretched his hips and continued, "In order to build a pyramid made of gold, he mobilized 100,000 slaves. But after the pyramid was built, he massacred the 100,000 slaves under the pyramid."

"How brutal!" Orak, who was meditating with his eyes closed, couldn't help but open his eyes.

One hundred thousand may seem like just a cold number, but in reality, including the ten thousand new civilians from Gaoya Fort and the Cass Mountains ahead, the total number of soldiers and civilians is only over twenty thousand. It would take five rounds of massacre to kill the entire Gaoya Fort.

"Why is that? What good will it do him?" Miriel, the half-elf, put on a set of tight leather armor that showed off her curvy figure to the fullest.

She did not join the Lord's previous legendary wars, but this time she said she wanted to come along to take a look. The Lord thought that the other party was not only pleasing to the eyes, but also had good archery skills, so he simply let the President of the Mithril Chamber of Commerce come along.

"If we knew the reason, this king wouldn't be known as a cruel king." Sikai spread his hands, "And this is not the only good thing he did."

"If the Persian Gulf Empire was a semi-slave state before, it is now a complete slave state, with less than 40% of its citizens being free."

"The entire country is ruled by eight large families of slave owners, and under these eight large families there are countless small nobles and slave owners."

"These are all policies promoted by the other party. They want to completely turn the country into a place where there are only nobles and slaves."

"Damn it, no one is objecting?!" The lord took a bite of the greasy roasted sweet potato, his face full of shock.

"My good lord, how can you rebel?" Skye patiently explained, "Civilians in the Persian Gulf Empire are not allowed to possess any iron tools. This will be seen as an attempt to oppose the Fern regime and will be arrested and beheaded. And those slave warriors have been trained since childhood to become killing machines and regard the slave owners as the only true God."

"Although the unrest in their country has not subsided, it is obviously impossible to expect a group of civilians armed with pitchforks to successfully rebel."

"Damn, there will always be a hero who will emerge to save the empire from the dire straits, right?" The lord, who was concerned about his country and his people, could not help but blurt out a line from a Far Eastern stage play.

A country almost entirely populated by slaves, I dare not imagine how horrible and cruel it is. I am afraid that human trafficking, forcing women to become prostitutes and other evil deeds have become legal acts.

“So it’s not yet.”

"Could it be that this hero is me, Old Li?" the lord said happily.

Sikai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, wondering if this lord had secretly read a knight novel for a long time at night.

"Sir!" At this moment, the burly Hogg walked in with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, dragging a soldier covered in blood.

"Let's end the small talk and get down to business." Levi threw the last bit of the sweet potato butt into his mouth, patted the dust off his hands and stood up.

"Sir, we encountered a team of scouts from the enemy, but let one escape." The werewolf leader wearing a black eye mask was very ashamed.

These scouts might be average in strength, but they were brave enough to not fear death. In addition, they had no intention of fighting and only wanted to protect one person who could escape and pass on the information, which led to a soldier breaking through their encirclement.

Perhaps they underestimated their opponents because of their arrogance, but once they were let go, they were let go, and that was irreversible.

"You can only make progress if you suffer more losses. If you don't make any mistakes, I'll be worried." Levi patted its shoulder. It was not a word of comfort, but a sincere one.

"This is the tongue we caught, but he won't speak no matter how we interrogate him." Hogg nodded seriously, obviously having heard it.

The Jackal was holding a tall soldier with a blade of nine, and had unique brown curly hair. Although his skin was slightly dark, it was due to long-term exposure to the sun, not the color of his skin.

The other person's leather armor was tattered and covered in blood. It was obvious that he had been interrogated before. But even so, he still laughed out loud: "Damn Debe, don't even think about getting any information about the master from me!"

"You rough and tumble coward, I'm going to chop you to death!" Before the lord could even speak, the furious Hogg punched him in the face, speaking in the slang of the wilderness.

To the people in Highcliff Castle, it was okay to insult them... No, it was not okay to insult them, and it was even more unacceptable to insult their leader!
Anyone who dares to do so will be sent to reincarnation for free.

"Hehe~" The soldier wanted to say something, but all his teeth had fallen out and his words were inaudible.

Although he stopped mocking her, he did not immediately kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Sir, this guy is a specially trained slave. It may be a little difficult to get him to speak." When Sikai saw a whip mark on the other's forehead, he knew that this was a slave warrior of the Persian Gulf Empire.

(End of this chapter)