The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Yolanda is the captain of the Knights of Fasen Town, but unfortunately, her home was robbed before she could even have a chance to prove herself.

This is not the fault of the Knights of Fasen Town. After all, no one expected the Grey and White Collar to attack, and their opponents were fifty elite knights led by Lena. They had no chance to fight back.

However, Jefferson had never mistreated the knights, who were all long-time residents of Farson Town and were therefore quite loyal. But just as Yolanda was preparing to fight to the death, news came that Jefferson had surrendered.

At this moment, Yolanda was standing on the valley floor, letting the breeze blow her brown ponytail as she watched the artillerymen lead the workers from Fasen Town to set up the cannons.

This was a place that even a layman could see was perfect for an ambush, but according to the scouts' intelligence, the allied force was still heading straight for this location.

After all, the Allied Forces' hypothetical enemy was Lena and those fifty Lars cavalrymen. So what if fifty professionals charged down the hillside? Once they were caught in the crowd, they would be fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Yolanda surveyed the camp in the valley; it was efficient, disciplined, and completely different from the battlefield environment Yolanda was familiar with.

Shouldn't a real battlefield camp be filled with thugs and ruffians, where everyone jokes and laughs to relieve tension, ignoring military orders, and only picking up weapons and charging into battle when orders come down from above, then pretending to be dead?

But to be honest, Yolanda prefers the current atmosphere; this kind of camp feels more like a knight's camp.

"Your Excellency Laurie, is this really alright?"

The knights of Fasen Town were assigned extremely simple jobs, basically only responsible for carrying and loading shells. They could be competent after simple training. In fact, because the cannons were rifling from the beginning, they did not need to be wiped after each shot like old-fashioned cannons.

Aiming and firing were left to the gray-collar artillerymen who had not received weapons.

This made Yolanda, who had nothing to do, very uneasy; the battlefield shouldn't be like this.

"Don't be nervous. We just need to wait for the signal and then fire. It's that simple, right?"

Laurie had a blade of grass dangling from her mouth as she observed the surrounding terrain.

This valley is not the actual ambush point. The ambush point should be in the forest not far beyond the valley. The enemy's team is too long. If we intercept them in the valley, they might react quickly and the rest of the team would run away.

Laurie was actually very nervous about this battle, but also very confident. She had personally fired every cannon here, so she knew its power better than anyone. Given the density of the enemy troops, she could just fire with her eyes closed.

To be honest, Laurie felt that even dying would be worth it to fight such an exhilarating battle.

Moreover, as a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, Laurie knew that sometimes the greatest damage on the battlefield was not caused by the enemy's powerful magic, but by the frantic escape of one's own people in the chaos.

The battlefields of this era are not yet at the point where you can't see each other; it's still about real swords and spears. Sometimes, friendly forces that lack coordination and disregard discipline are more terrifying than enemy forces that haven't even reached you yet.

"If you're scared, it's okay to run back now, after all, the other side has 50,000 people."

Looking at the trembling knights of Fasen Town, Laurie was reminded of his days in the Lars border army. His comrades, who used to be laughing and talking, had disappeared without him noticing, and were gradually replaced by these greenhorns who were already trembling before even stepping onto the battlefield.

"No, now that we have received the lord's orders and accepted your favor, we will naturally fight to the end together."

After saying that, Yolanda tapped the gray-white armor she was wearing, which had been issued to her by the officers.

This is much better than the shoddy stuff Jefferson sent out. The Knights had been too comfortable for too long, and their weapons were practically pitchforks, let alone armor. But for Yolanda, this is a complete upgrade.

The magical fluctuations flowing through the gaps in the armor, in particular, proved that this set of armor had indeed been enchanted. Even if it was only the lowest level of enchantment, it was still quite a luxury for Yolanda, a second-tier knight from the countryside.

Not to mention that most of the knights were not professionals, but ordinary people with some courage and strength, and once they put on this armor, they couldn't bear to take it off.

Of course, what Yolanda envied most was Laurie's ray gun.

Actually, when Laurie demonstrated it to Yolanda, Yolanda didn't feel anything special. Wasn't it just a magic item that could be used to cast second-tier magic? As the head of the army, it was normal for the lord to give her a magic item.

But Yolanda soon discovered that although there were no artillery positions, the main force of the Grey-White Collar soldiers and those strange nuns wearing masks each had one.

Moreover, Laurie would occasionally pretend to casually show it off in front of Yolanda, wiping it and testing it.

The most painful thing is not that he has what you don't, but that everyone else has it and you don't, especially when Laurie always has a "come ask me" look on her face.

Out of curiosity and politeness, Yolanda could only ask when Laurie took out his ray gun to wipe it again, "Was this also given to you by your lord?"

Upon hearing this question, Laurie's face lit up with unprecedented satisfaction, and she began to enthusiastically introduce the ray gun in her hand to Yolanda.

At this moment, the clerk also arrived in the valley with a new batch of shells.

Laurie and the clerk discussed whether they could leave some laborers who transported cannonballs to help load the cannons. After all, the Knights of Fasen Town still needed to be on guard, and the manpower of the artillery camp was a bit stretched thin. Helping to load the cannons was just some simple work, and a smarter laborer could handle it.

After discussing with the laborers, the clerk left a few of the more clever-looking laborers behind to assist the artillery.

But Yolanda felt something was off when she looked at the two fair-skinned laborers. Logically, these laborers should all be from Fasen Town, but Yolanda, as the leader of the Fasen Town Knights, was quite unfamiliar with the two laborers.

If the laborers were fair-skinned, it could be explained as bankrupt rich farmers seeking refuge in Farson Town. However, one of the laborers' demeanor was so striking that Yolanda, who had long been by Jefferson's side as a noble model, keenly sensed that the laborer might have been a nobleman himself, and from a prominent noble family.

Yolanda even felt that she should have met the other person before, and that the other person must be a very famous nobleman, but Yolanda still couldn't remember who the other person was.

"That's right, that's exactly it. I have high hopes for you, young man."

Laurie was very satisfied with these laborers, especially the fair-skinned young man. Although he was a bit clumsy when he first loaded the cannon, he learned quickly and mastered the skills. Laurie even had a bit of a crush on him and wanted to recruit him into his own team.

Looking at the somewhat disheveled but beaming young man who was praising Laurie, Yolanda shook her head. Perhaps she had misunderstood. How could a true nobleman be so pleased with a soldier's praise?