Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

A high-level silver warrior, facing a high-level bronze warrior plus a dozen bronze-level lizard warriors, and some cannon fodder that he looked down upon, Weilin had no pressure at all.

He split a lizard warrior in half with one sword, without any pressure.

Blood splattered everywhere, and every time Weilin swung his sword, he would take the life of a lizard man.

"Warriors, siege him below."

"Other servants, throw rockets, don't get entangled with him."

As the deputy captain, the high-level bronze lizard warrior always hid behind, ready to retreat at any time.

As a wise warrior, he was very different from these brainless fellows. He didn't want to be nailed to the ground by a spear like his unlucky captain.

When he saw the fire in the inner circle, the cunning high-level bronze lizard warrior grabbed a fellow and ran back quickly.

Weilin watched the big fish leave, swung his sword to cut off the three lizard warriors blocking the way, pulled out the spear stuck in the lizard warrior, and threw it at the fleeing lizard man.

Looking at the spear in the air, the high-level bronze lizard warrior threw his fellow lizard in his hand and ran as hard as he could.

"What a cunning creature."

After cleaning up the low-level lizard warriors and lizard servants around him, Weilin looked a little gloomy as he looked at the leader who had disappeared.

He actually used his own people as a shield to reduce the power of the spear and change its trajectory.

"My lord, the lizardmen fired rockets and burned some fodder. There was no loss of other things. It was within the normal transportation loss range." After extinguishing the sparks, Kyle came to Weilin and reported to him.

"Strengthen vigilance, there may be attacks later."

On the other side, after seeing the flames coming out of the right wing of the transport camp, the lizard warriors acting as the supervisors automatically retreated, and the goblins who were entangled as cannon fodder were directly abandoned.

Ten minutes later, the goblins who took the black magic potion ran out of vitality and fell on the battlefield. In just one minute, they decayed into a pile of rotten meat.

The remaining goblin cannon fodder lost their restraints and fled in all directions into the dark jungle.

As the main person in charge of the attack, the lizard leader Guga began to evacuate the moment he saw the fire. It didn't matter whether the action was successful or not. What mattered was that he took action, and that was enough.

If he really mentioned the battle axe and went forward to fight, he would have died countless times. Although his name was rough, he cherished his life very much. There were more than a dozen lizard beauties waiting for him at home? He couldn't waste his life in vain.

A sneak attack that was more formal than actual ended, and the troops began to count the casualties.

At dawn the next day, the final losses of the troops came to the commander Weilin.

"My Lord, last night, the First Battalion suffered 37 casualties, the Second Battalion suffered 113 casualties, the Third Battalion suffered 69 casualties, and the Cokalos Transport Battalion suffered no casualties."

"Most of the casualties were ordinary human soldiers who had not entered the profession."

Welin looked through the statistical report, then threw it to Kyle, and said, "Leave some people to collect and burn the bodies, and most of them continue to move forward. We have limited time and cannot delay."

"Yes."

The order was issued quickly, and 100 soldiers from two squadrons were left to clean up the battlefield. The transport battalion continued to move forward without stopping.

The frequency of attacks became more and more frequent, but the casualties were getting smaller and smaller.

After taking off the valuable monster clan head, Weilin ordered the transport battalion to continue moving forward.

"My Lord, the latest news is that after crossing this hill, it is only 20 kilometers away from the temporary base of the Sixth Legion." Kyle took the note on the messenger Green Falcon, opened it to check, and reported to Weilin.

"It's time to end it. We are getting closer to the border and more and more attacks."

Looking at the disappearing shadow of the messenger Qing Falcon in the sky, Weilin said a little tiredly.

Although the task of transporting military rations is safer than fighting on the front line, the countless attacks that pose no threat have caused serious mental exhaustion.

"Hurry up and hand over, hurry back."

After half a day's journey, Weilin finally arrived at the Sixth Legion's base.

Compared to the last time they set out, the number of people in the Sixth Legion has obviously dropped a lot.

From the number of military tents, it can be seen that the Sixth Legion still has about 23,000 to 25,000 people, which is 5,000 to 6,000 less than before the war began.

Even so, the Sixth Legion is only responsible for the second-line battlefield and has not participated in the most intense first-line battlefield.

"This is the cruelty of war. Military merits need to be obtained at the cost of life, not only ordinary soldiers, but even the lives of nobles."

The monster army in the Gray Wasteland does not tell you any international rules or noble demeanor. If it falls into their hands, it will most likely become military rations.

"Please show me the order document."

At the entrance of the garrison, an officer said tiredly, with blood still on his armor.

Wei Lin motioned Kyle to show the order document of the logistics department, and asked: "What happened?"

"Yesterday afternoon, the monster attacked and broke through the camp from the left wing, killing and injuring many people, and the medical supplies were lost. Now there are many wounded in the camp." The officer replied with a wry smile.

"There are a lot of medical supplies in this supply. You can notify the legion to move them as soon as possible."

"I understand, sir, this is your order document."

Hearing this news, the officer smiled slightly, handed the document back to Wei Lin, and then ordered his men to remove the roadblocks and let the 13th Transport Battalion enter the garrison.

After entering the camp, after connecting with the Sixth Legion's logistics and military supplies, they immediately arranged for personnel to urgently unload medical supplies.

After Weilin put away the stamped order documents, he took Kyle to other camps to see if he could find his uncle and his friends.

After some searching, Weilin first found his cousin Brian.

"Weilin, you're here." Brian, with his right arm hanging, looked at Weilin palely.

"Lord Weilin."

Magic Knight Adrian saluted and then changed Brian's medicine.

"Kyle, did you bring the ice blue potion?" Weilin turned his head and asked.

Hearing this, Kyle took out an ice blue potion from the cloth bag he carried with him and handed it to Adrian.

"What is this?"

"A potion for healing injuries."

In response to his cousin Brian's inquiry, Weilin explained on the side.

Then, Adrian took out the cork and served Brian to take the ice blue potion.

After a while, Brian's complexion improved a lot.

"Cousin, was the attack so serious? Even you were injured." Weilin asked with a worried look on his face.

"It was indeed dangerous. If Adrian hadn't arrived in time, I would have died at the hands of that jackal." Brian recalled the scene last night and couldn't help showing a scared expression.