Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After the last two-headed ogre finished his report, Archibald had a clear understanding of the strength under his command.

In addition to his direct subordinates, the troops available for combat include five thousand Furious Tauren warriors, five thousand Greataxe Tauren warriors, three thousand Blackrock Ogre warriors, five thousand Northern Plains Gnoll warriors, seven thousand Blackfang Kobold soldiers, thirty thousand ordinary Gnoll soldiers, thirty thousand Lizardmen soldiers, and fifty thousand Blackblood Ratmen soldiers, totaling 130,000 troops.

In addition, there are more than 500,000 goblins and ordinary ogres used as slave soldiers and military rations, enough for the army for half a year.

If the war is too intense, it can last longer.

If the army is running low on food, all you need to do is send a detachment to clean up the rear, and you will be able to harvest food for several months.

In his opinion, the Goblin Tribe and the Gnoll Tribe were just like weeds in the wilderness. If you cut them off, they would grow back in less than ten years.

"Scat."

Hearing his name, Scart, one of the seven priests of the Black Blood Ratman Clan and the golden high priest, walked out of the line, bowed his head and saluted, waiting for orders.

"Within three days, select 100,000 goblins and kobolds, distribute black potions, and use them as cannon fodder."

"Yes, Commander." The black-blooded ratman Scat answered respectfully.

After Skat returned to the line, Archibald looked around, glanced at the many tribal leaders, and then set his sights on the leader of his own guards.

"Bradrick."

"General." A low-level half-dragon soul walked out of the ranks and bowed his head in salute.

"You will appoint members of your tribe to serve as military supervisors for each tribe. Any tribe that dares not obey my orders will be killed."

"Yes, General."

A bloodthirsty light flashed in the eyes of the half-dragon Bradrick, and he glanced at the many tribal leaders in the tent.

Most of the tribal leaders were frightened and lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the face.

Only a few strong men from large clans can calmly face the pressure exerted by the half-dragon Bradrick.

Archibald acquiesced to Bradrick's actions, and only waved his hand to let him return to the queue after the situation was almost settled.

"Go back and make preparations. We will set out in half a month to attack the Cardero Province of the Kingdom of Ilia."

"Yes, Commander (General)." Many monster clan leaders answered in unison.

After the meeting, Tien walked out of the tent, looked up at the gloomy weather, left silently, and went back to discuss with the human first.

After returning to the base, Tien ordered his left and right deputies to recall the tribesmen who were looking for fun outside, and he wanted to count the number of people in the evening.

Arriving in front of an inconspicuous tent, two high-level silver Banuko saw Tien's figure, bowed their heads in salute, and lifted the curtain.

Inside the tent, a skinny human with disheveled hair was sitting on a blanket in meditation. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes, looked at Tien, and stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

Seeing this, Tien nodded slightly, showing respect to the other party, and then sat down directly opposite him.

"Please say."

"it is good."

Ti'en didn't waste any words and told everyone the contents of the meeting held today.

The skinny human looked calm and asked, "No strikers were selected?"

"Not yet." Tien stared at the skinny human, waiting for his advice.

The skinny human calculated and reminded, "Restrict your subordinates in the next few days and try not to leave the camp."

Tien's eyes revealed confusion, and he asked, "Why?"

"If you don't make a mistake, there will be no vanguard. After all, no tribe wants to carry out a war mission that will lead to their death." The skinny human looked at the stupid minotaur in front of him and explained, "Once you make a mistake, the dragon commander will take the opportunity to put pressure on you and use your Furious Minotaur clan as the vanguard."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Tien nodded heavily, then stood up and left the tent.

After the other party left, the skinny human closed his eyes again and continued to meditate.

As night fell, Tien began to count the tribe. When all the 5,000 furious warriors were left, he closed the camp and did not allow any Tauren warrior to go out.

This move caused dissatisfaction among many Banuko and furious warriors, but under Tien's fist, they all shut their mouths.

……

Seven days later, Verin arrived at the eastern edge of the Madera Plain and ordered his troops to set up camp, while sending ground reconnaissance troops and griffin riders to scout the surrounding terrain.

At night, inside the tent, Weilin lay on the map, drawing circles non-stop.

Thinking about how to deploy the two hundred medium-sized magic cannons and five hundred small magic cannons in hand.

Of course, half of these magic cannons were "damaged" on the expedition battlefield that year, and he asked for them back in his capacity as deputy director of the logistics department. After being repaired, they are as good as new.

In addition, the 16th Silver Knights also have twenty large magic cannons, eighty medium-sized magic cannons, and two hundred small magic cannons.

If these magic cannons are deployed in the right position, they can be equivalent to an army of 100,000.

Kyle, who was standing aside, looked at his master in a daze and couldn't help but mutter, "You are not going to set your sights on the large magic cannon in Lord Madmonch's hands, are you?"

"Who said that? Don't talk nonsense." Weilin's ears twitched slightly, and he came back to his senses and said seriously, "I was just thinking about the changing situation on the battlefield. The troops moved too fast, so it's normal to lose a few weapons occasionally."

"Besides, I can exchange it with other things!"

Kyle's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he warned, "My Lord, if you focus on those medium-sized and small magic cannons, Lord Madmonch might turn a blind eye."

"As for the large magic cannons, even if they are broken, they must be placed in the warehouse and wait for the kingdom to receive them."

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Weilin curled his lips and pretended to be indifferent, then continued to lie on the map, thinking about where it would be more appropriate to place the magic cannon.

In this border war, the kingdom will reimburse the magic crystals lost in the war, but they must be exchanged for blank crystals.

Otherwise, he would not have pulled out all the magic cannons in Qixing Territory.

Two hundred medium-sized magic cannons and five hundred small magic cannons. One round of salvos would consume two hundred intermediate magic crystals and five hundred low-level magic crystals, which equals to 1.25 million gold coins, more than one-third of the military expenditure of Qi Xingling's regular army.

Even if one's family is wealthy and powerful, one cannot afford such consumption.

If there is a kingdom to back it up, that would be a different matter.

In addition, previous blank crystals can also be mixed in.

He seriously suspected that the royal family had mastered the magic of magic crystal recycling, but it was just a guess.

After all, others have been guessing for thousands of years, so there is no need for a skeptic like him.