Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Eight days later, on the eighteenth day of the siege of Soller, Irus decided to send adventurers out of the city for a night attack to test the enemy's alertness.

In the morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and more than two thousand adventurers and mercenaries were gathered on the military camp grounds.

Gref, the lieutenant general of the Tenth Legion, climbed onto the platform, looked at the noisy scene below, frowned, and waved to the officers.

"quiet."

The sound of weapons striking each other made the adventurers dare not talk loudly anymore.

Gref put his hands behind his back and said, "The alien god army has been besieging for more than half a month, but under the leadership of Marquis Irus, Soller City is still indestructible."

"In three days, some of you will leave the city and raid the alien god's army."

"One enemy head, five gold coins."

"He who kills a hundred people will be granted the title of lower baron."

"Capture the enemy's mid-level generals and receive a title..."

Thousands of adventurers and mercenaries faced Gref on the stage, their eyes shining with brilliance, wishing they could leave the city immediately, defeat the enemy, get the coveted title, become a high and mighty noble, and let their family name be passed down forever.

"In the afternoon, any warriors who want to participate in the operation can go to the west side of the military camp to sign up."

After saying this, Gref left with his personal guards to inspect the city defenses.

On the parade grounds, a large number of adventurers gathered together, talking loudly and showing off their past achievements.

In the corner, the black-haired boy and the silver-haired girl leaned against the wooden fence, watching most of the adventurers fall into a state of frenzy, but their hearts were as calm as water.

There are only a hundred or so adventurers who remain as calm as the brother and sister, most of whom are loners or people with eccentric personalities.

"Brother, are we going?" The silver-haired girl held the black-haired boy's right hand and asked in a low voice.

The black-haired boy shook his head and said, "No, those nobles can offer such good conditions, which means that this operation is extremely dangerous, and there may be very few people who come back alive."

"I see."

In the afternoon, a large number of adventurers went to the registration point on the west side of the military camp.

In order not to appear to be a maverick, the black-haired boy followed the crowd with his sister and came to the registration point, but he only lingered on the edge and had no intention of moving forward.

By dusk, all one thousand places had been filled.

The two siblings mixed in with the crowd and returned to the tent.

Outside the military camp, the officers summarized the information they had collected and strode towards Gref's tent.

"General, this is the list of people who are passive and lazy. Please take a look." The officer entered the tent and brought the list to the low table.

Gref picked up the list, glanced through it, and looked at the number at the end of it: one hundred and eighty-three.

"Find a reason to get rid of these restless elements."

"Yes, General."

After the officers left, Gleif took out the defense map of Soller City and reviewed the last siege for the thirteenth time, summarizing the experience and deploying targeted defense settings.

……

Three days later, in the dark of night, more than a thousand adventurers and mercenaries left in batches from the East Gate and the South Gate and headed towards the camps of the 15th Army's Black Rock Army and Thousand Fort Army.

In the middle of the night, Gref stood on the city wall, looking at the flames in the distance, his heart was in turmoil.

Whether successful or not, the Tenth Legion will not lose out.

Inside the Qianbao Army camp, more than 500 adventurers who entered the camp were surrounded by a battalion of soldiers.

Compared to adventurers and mercenaries who fight on their own, the soldiers of the Thousand Fortress Army who cooperate with each other tacitly are more powerful and continue to reap the lives of adventurers and mercenaries.

In the chaos, the blood of adventurers and mercenaries dyed the ground red, screams rang out one after another, and shouts of killing filled the entire camp.

In less than two hours, the shouting and screaming gradually subsided, and the camp was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The commander of the Thousand Castles Army, Fruman, arrived at the battlefield with the support of his personal guards.

"General Fruman, these are prisoners. Should they be beheaded on the spot or sent to the Badak Army?" The commander of the 6th Battalion of the Qianbao Army stepped forward and saluted, then asked.

Fruman looked at the two hundred men and gave the order, "Behead all the seriously injured, and send the others to the Badak military camp and hand them over to General Mikoyan for disposal."

"Yes, General Fruman."

Amid the sound of swords and knives, more than fifty adventurers and mercenaries were beheaded. The other captives had their hands tied behind their backs and were escorted by a squadron of soldiers to the Badak military camp, which was ten kilometers away.

After a period of commotion, the area outside Soller returned to its former tranquility.

"Let's go."

The four officers standing behind Gleif looked at each other, then silently followed their commander and left the city wall.

In the early morning, the black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes, looked at his drooling sister, shook his head helplessly, gently took his sister's arm away from him, and then walked out of the tent.

As time passed, more and more adventurers and mercenaries walked out of the tents with heavy faces, and the entire camp no longer had the hustle and bustle of the past.

"It seems that those thousand people are gone."

"Fools who have the money but not the life to spend it. Even the troops don't dare to go out, and there are still idiots who think they can do it."

Hearing the conversation not far away, the black-haired boy's expression did not change. He stood there silently, listening to those people's discussions quietly, with a calmness in his eyes, as if he was not surprised by such an outcome.

……

On April 9755th, of the Glorious Calendar, the city of Soller was under siege for the thirty-sixth day.

In the Battle of Banlev, the 18th Army had 80,000 troops, the Hebrews had 20,000 troops, and the Blood Moon Army's Vitelis Battalion had over 4,000 men, all combined together, totaling over 100,000 men.

The coalition army, led by Vitelis, defeated the Ninth Legion of the Western Expeditionary Force of the Kingdom of Geman head-on, killing more than 50,000 enemy troops and capturing more than 200,000. From the commander of the Ninth Legion to the two low-level warriors of the Holy Seal, six warriors of the Nine Seals, twenty-seven warriors of the Eight Seals and one warrior of the Seven Seals, all became part of the expeditionary force's military merit evaluation.

On May 8th, Vasa Province in the southeastern part of the Northern Shia Region fell, and the 60,000 German Kingdom troops were completely wiped out, becoming an insignificant number in Count Blood Moon's military exploits book.

On May 13, the entire Babel region fell. The commander of the Fourth Legion, Marquis Copperfield Rotend, publicly executed five Holy Seal professionals from the Seventh and Sixth Legions of the German Kingdom's Western Expedition Army in the capital of the Babel region, Donlex City. Their bodies were burned to ashes, and their souls were thoroughly purified by church priests.

On May 21, Dobic, commander of the Eighth Legion of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Kingdom of Geman, led his troops to surrender. A large part of the more than 100,000-strong army was disbanded, and the remaining professionals were incorporated into the vassal army under Count Blood Moon to serve as the vanguard of the attack on the Yasansong region.

On May 25th, the city of Soller had been under siege for sixty-third day. Weilin looked at the 30,000 troops brought back by the Hebrews and the arrival of his great-uncle, and prepared to attack the city of Soller for the second time.