Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Three hours later, Pragon bid farewell and departed.

Velin sat idly for a moment, then left the camp and flew towards the aerial fleet's base.

Regarding the selection of commanders for aerial units, Velin planned to seek advice from the aerial fleet, the Wyvern Knight Corps, and the Gryphon Knight Corps.

In previous wars, he had only commanded ground troops, at most sending Gryphon Knights to deliver messages, and he had no relevant war experience.

However, this was also a good opportunity to learn how to command aerial warfare from experienced generals.

Meanwhile, in the 25th Legion's camp, Kyle sat in the main seat, listening to the reports from the generals of each battalion, and understanding the situation at the most basic level of the entire legion.

The 25th Legion had a total strength of 73,588 men, divided into three armies, led by a Soul Intent Intermediate professional as the army commander, and two Soul Intent Low-level professionals as deputy army commanders.

Each army was divided into four battalions, each with approximately 5,000 men, led by a Gold High-level professional as the battalion commander, and eight deputy battalion commanders, who were Gold High-level professionals or Gold Middle-level professionals.

"Legion Commander, the 12th Battalion of the 3rd Army has 5,875 soldiers on the roster, but the actual number of soldiers in the camp is 5,688, with a shortage of 187 soldiers," a Gold High-level warrior stepped out of the ranks, came to the center of the camp, and respectfully saluted.

Kyle noted the number of missing soldiers in the 12th Battalion and said expressionlessly, "Continue."

The Gold High-level warrior continued to report on the basic situation of the 7th Battalion.

After the 12th Battalion Commander finished reporting, Kyle waved his hand, signaling him to return to the ranks, and then stood up.

In an instant, a wave of pressure enveloped the entire camp, and except for a few Soul Intent level transcendents, the rest of the generals were overwhelmed and could hardly breathe.

"I give you three days to find all the missing personnel."

"If anyone has not returned to the camp after three days, the battalion commanders will report the list of personnel to me, and I will personally handle it."

"As for your original dereliction of duty, I will make a decision afterward."

"Yes, Legion Commander."

More than fifty Gold-level professionals bowed and replied in unison.

They had a clearer understanding of the legion commander's strength.

In addition, the other party had the Eternal Dawn Knight behind him, and offending him would definitely not lead to good results.

"You may all leave."

"Yes."

Everyone responded and then left the camp in an orderly manner.

Seeing everyone leave, Lyanna, who was kneeling beside Kyle at the low table, asked curiously, "Master, which battalion are you going to start strictly enforcing military discipline from next?"

"The 9th Battalion of the 3rd Army."

Hearing her master's words, Lyanna looked at the paper recording the number of missing personnel in each battalion.

"The 9th Battalion has 55 missing soldiers, which is neither the most nor the least among the twelve battalions. Are you starting with this battalion because of that deputy battalion commander named Burkya?"

Kyle heard this, looked at the puzzled Lyanna, reached out and touched her head, and replied with a smile, "Very smart, I chose the 9th Battalion indeed because of Burkya."

"Yesterday, when I knocked him off the arena, only one person went to catch him, while the others remained motionless. This proves that the genius from the small town is not having a good time in the army."

Lyanna seemed to understand something and said softly, "Master, you want to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, and use the excuse of missing soldiers to remove Hirst Rocken from his position as the commander of the 9th Battalion and promote Burkya to the position of battalion commander."

"Hahaha, you can be bolder with your ideas." Kyle became interested and said with a smile.

"Bolder?"

Lyanna looked at her master's expression and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Using this incident as an excuse to kill Hirst Rocken didn't seem to fit her master's way of doing things. Could it be that he wanted to...

The next morning, inside a camp in the northern part of the Third Army, Burkya slowly opened his eyes and saw an extremely wretched face, and subconsciously raised his hand to hit it.

"Bang-"

A figure flew out of the camp and landed in the stables thousands of meters away.

The Garrodax horse, who was eating, looked at the human appearing in its trough, and a look of disgust appeared on its horse face, and it made a sound, asking the breeder to change its trough.

Before long, a Bronze Low-level warrior came to the stable with a few auxiliary soldiers, saw the general sitting in the Garrodax horse's trough, and quickly stepped forward to pull him up.

Hirst Rocken, the commander of the Ninth Battalion, shook his head, regained his senses, looked at the soldiers standing beside him, coughed lightly, and said, "You go change the Garrodax horse's trough."

"Yes, General Hirst." The Bronze Low-level warrior heard this and responded.

Walking to the side of the Bronze Low-level warrior, Hirst lowered his voice and said, "I don't want anyone else to know about this, or you know the consequences."

"General Hirst, we didn't see anything today."

"Okay, go get busy."

Hirst patted the Bronze Low-level warrior's shoulder, said with a smile, and then walked towards Burkya's resting camp.

After a night of thinking, he found his situation extremely dangerous, and if he was not careful, he would end up miserably, lightly removing his position as battalion commander, losing his original position as a councilor, and being driven back to his hometown in Storm Province to guard the sea island, and heavily becoming a model for the Ninth Army, being arrested by the Judgment Knights, and falling into a member of the Redemption Camp.

With the ability of the legion commander's backer, he felt that he was highly likely to be severely punished.

Inside the camp, Burkya looked at his restless friend, rubbed his temples, and said impatiently, "Bowen, I'm not afraid of beating my superiors, what are you afraid of?"

"Burkya, you..."

The black-haired youth glanced at his fearless friend and was momentarily speechless.

"Don't worry, sit down and rest for a while, isn't it just beating Hirst, at worst, I'll be demoted or driven back to my hometown, what's there to be afraid of?"

"You! I don't know when you can restrain your temper, otherwise how can I rest assured to hand my sister over to you." The black-haired youth looked helpless and sat down beside Burkya.

"I know, I'll restrain myself next time, is that okay?"

"By the way, the legion commander..."

"Burkya, how is your injury, is it getting better?"

A voice came, interrupting the black-haired youth's words.

The two heard the familiar voice, looked at each other, and then looked towards the entrance at the same time, and saw Hirst walking into the camp with a smile on his face.

"Greetings, Battalion Commander."

Burkya and the black-haired youth stood up and saluted.

"Sit down quickly, you fought with the legion commander, and the injuries on your body have not yet healed." Hirst looked concerned and said.

Burkya looked at Hirst's sudden change in attitude, his expression was a little strange, but he still followed the other party's advice and sat down on the low bed.

Seeing this, the black-haired youth stepped aside, while thinking about what Hirst's sudden show of goodwill towards Burkya was for.