Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"At the headquarters of the 15th Army, the Crusaders and the Badak Army will set up a central army, with Kyle as the commander and Devonshire as the deputy commander."

"Yes, my Lord."

After the two men sat down, Weilin took charge with a dignified look on his face, and his laziness instantly dissipated.

"Second, our army will set out in half a month, under the leadership of the corps commander, to attack the central area of ​​Geman."

"I heard that some of the princesses in the Geman Kingdom are quite beautiful. I wonder if you can snatch them back for me."

The first half of the sentence was still full of majesty, but the style of the second half suddenly changed, leaving everyone unable to react for a while.

Looking at the expressions of the generals below, Weilin couldn't help but laugh.

"My lord, aren't you afraid that your wife will know?" Hebrew asked curiously regardless of the occasion.

Upon hearing this, Weilin smiled and said, "I was inspecting the Badak military camp a while ago, and I heard from the soldiers that several princesses of the Geman Kingdom were beautiful. I was just curious and didn't have any other thoughts. In this case, why should I be afraid?"

"Then you..."

"Okay, sit down."

He felt a little regretful that he didn't have the chance to participate in the attack on the capital of the Kingdom of Ansa last time. This time it was the turn of the Fourth Legion to attack the central area of ​​the Kingdom of Geman, and he was determined to participate no matter what.

There is a big difference between conquering a country's capital and conquering an ordinary city.

"Go down and train the troops and get familiar with your subordinates. I don't want you to be in a panic when the battle comes."

"Yes, my lord," they all stood up, bowed and saluted, answering respectfully.

"Baron Brian stays, everyone else goes down."

"Yes."

A few minutes later, only Weilin, Kyle and Brian were left in the city lord's hall.

"Welin, you asked me to command tens of thousands of people, and I think I can handle it. But it is very difficult for me to command more than 60,000 people." Brian spoke first, hoping that Weilin could take back the position of commander-in-chief of the upper army.

"Cousin, geniuses are only a minority after all."

"Everyone has their first time. From the Grey Wasteland Crusade, to the Grand Duke Bogonghan's War to Seize the Throne, to the Seven Years' War between the Kingdom and the Dwarves, to the current Expedition War, I also started from commanding a few hundred people, to a few thousand, then tens of thousands, and now nearly 200,000 people."

"Don't worry and do it boldly. I'll be there to support you."

Brian took a deep breath, looked serious, and said in a deep voice: "Then I'll try it first. If it doesn't work, don't force me to stay."

"If that doesn't work, I'll let you switch with Kyle and transfer you to the center. I'll teach you step by step."

"That's fine."

Having said that, Brian felt that if he refused again, it would be a bit ungrateful.

After watching Brian leave, Weilin and Kyle were the only ones left in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Have you found the tomb of Silas Ansiel?"

“My lord, there are several tombs related to Silas Ansel’s disciples, but most of them have been visited by others. It may be three hundred years ago, and the things inside may have been lost long ago.” Kyle took out a few broken inscriptions and placed them on the ground with a helpless expression on his face.

Weilin looked at the words on the stone tablet, all of which were in indigenous language. He immediately lost interest, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Forget it, go train the army first."

"Then I will take my leave first."

After Kyle left, Weilin ordered his men to clean up the stone tablets, then returned to the study and started slacking off.

……

Half a month later, Weilin led an army of more than 200,000 and marched towards the Andaman region.

The marching route stretched for more than 200 kilometers on the dirt road, and the troops were well organized and clearly dispatched.

Twenty days later, the army arrived at Karen City in the Andaman Region.

On the city wall, some nobles from the Third Army of the First Legion climbed up the wall and looked at the endless army with shock in their eyes.

They had long heard that the commander of the 15th Army of the 4th Legion, Verin Axe, was good at commanding troops, especially at integrating prisoners and making them work for him.

Seeing is believing. Judging from the size of this army, the number of people is no less than 100,000.

"I heard that Viscount Qixing is kind to others. After the 15th Army is stationed, I will definitely go to visit him."

"Let's go together. Build a good relationship now. It might be useful in the future."

"You guys are calculating."

"You don't want to go?"

"When did I say that?"

"Then what did you say?"

"I am just joking."

Hearing the conversation of other nobles, Clive, who was standing on the edge, had his eyes flickering. He was ready to find a suitable time to meet Viscount Qixing alone. On the one hand, he wanted to thank him for his gift and help, and on the other hand, he wanted to seek his help.

For some reason, he was targeted by a count.

In the army, the other side did not attack him openly due to the rules of the legion commander and the expeditionary force, but they did a lot of things to trip him up secretly.

He is now weak and cannot compare to the opponent, so he can only avoid the attack temporarily.

If there is a misunderstanding, it would be best to resolve it. If it cannot be resolved, you can take the opportunity to transfer out of the First Legion.

In the evening, more than 200,000 troops of the 15th Army set up camp 15 kilometers east of Karen City.

In the military camp, Weilin simply became a hands-off boss and went into the tent to rest.

He divided the troops into the upper army, the middle army and the lower army, which had two meanings. One was to adjust the army's command structure to facilitate the accurate issuance of military orders. The other was to reduce his own burden so that he could have more time to slack off.

Before the reorganization of the army, he had to handle the affairs of each unit and was very busy. But after the reorganization of the army, most of the affairs were handled by Hebrew, Kyle and Brian, and he only needed to take a little time to deal with important matters.

The next morning, a large number of nobles from the First Legion and the Third Army came to visit.

As for these nobles, Weilin could only greet them personally, entertain them warmly, and bring the two sides closer together.

Regardless of whether there will be any interest relationship in the future, now that the other party is here, it would be good to get to know each other.

For two consecutive days, Weilin was busy responding to visits from nobles.

On the night of December 18, Weilin half-lay on the blanket to relieve his mental fatigue.

"My lord, Viscount Claver is here to visit." Kyle entered the tent and reported.

Seeing this, Weilin sat up and said, "Please ask him to come in."

In less than a moment, Claver entered the tent, bowed slightly, and said apologetically: "Sir Weilin, please forgive me for visiting you so late at night."

"It's okay. I don't have anything to deal with tonight anyway."

"Please take a seat."

Seeing this, Clive sat down on the blanket.

"Viscount Claver, it's been eight years since we last met." Weilin took out the glowing wine, poured a glass, held it up with his fighting spirit, and handed it to Claver, then poured himself another glass.