Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After receiving the specific order, the 135th Legion moved quickly.

At the same time, the dwarf rebels inside the Grotto Hills saw the human army move and followed suit.

After three consecutive days of sleepless nights and being under high pressure, the dwarf soldiers at the bottom gradually couldn't stand it.

According to the intelligence collected, the dwarf general Mediler stared at the direction of the human troops on the map, racking his brains, but he didn't know what the other side was going to do.

"General, should we lift the state of combat readiness?" A dwarf noble stood up and proposed to the dwarf general Mediler.

"No, what if this is a human trick." Dwarf General Mediler shook his head and rejected the dwarf noble's suggestion.

Three months ago, because they relaxed their vigilance, 5,000 troops were annihilated by humans, which directly led to their loss of one-fifth of their troops and greatly weakened their combat effectiveness.

Seeing this, the others wrote their dissatisfaction on their faces.

If it weren't for the title of deputy commander of the 30th Legion, no one would be willing to listen to Mediler's orders.

Seeing the expressions of the other seven people, Mediler felt extremely angry. He had never been so speechless about this group of "monsters".

"The main force can rest, but we must ensure that there is a sober force, otherwise, when humans attack, we will not be able to stop them."

"Yes, General." The seven gold-level dwarves answered loudly.

These bastards will only listen to the orders of this "general" if it is beneficial to them.

If the orders are not beneficial to them, they will remain silent and resist his orders in silence.

Until the last person left, the dwarf general Mediler became more and more angry. He raised the hammer and smashed the round table for the meeting into pieces to vent his anger.

At the entrance of the cave, several soldiers standing guard were scared to their knees, fearing that General Mediler would vent his anger on them.

"Go and bring the wine to this general."

After smashing the round table, Mediler's anger dissipated a lot, and his alcohol addiction was aroused all of a sudden.

Ironmaking, drinking and beast fighting are his three major hobbies.

In this special period, I can't do blacksmithing and beast fighting, so drinking is the only thing that can relieve my inner anxiety.

...

In the next two months, the dwarf rebels did not cause any trouble, the Grotto Hills were very peaceful, and a steady stream of supplies were transported to the front line.

Half a month ago, the 127th Legion of the 26th Corps, with a soul-minded mid-level knight as the main formation, three soul-minded low-level knights as the auxiliary, led 100 gold knights, 3,000 silver knights and 5,000 bronze knights to confront the third Horned Sheep Knights of the Dukedom of Hador in the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, and won the battle, and even broke through the opponent's two infantry corps.

With the assistance of the 129th Legion, more than 10,000 dwarf warriors were killed, more than 20,000 dwarf soldiers were captured, and the remaining more than 80,000 dwarves fled in panic.

This battle directly captured a small area in the southeast of the Dukedom of Hador and opened the road to the Hagar Province.

However, this place is the territory of a duke after all. Although there are restrictions on the Legendary Covenant and the legend cannot take action, the Sixth Commander still dare not do anything extreme. He can only let the troops continue to march northward. For other areas of the Duke of Hador, no troops were dispatched, and only an infantry corps was placed on alert.

When Weilin received this news, he was not surprised.

"My lord, the new order from the Corps."

Kyle entered the tent and presented the order document to Weilin for review.

After a brief review, they were asked to hand over the defense of the Grotto Hills to the 143rd Corps of the 29th Corps, and arrive at the border between the Sigas Province, the Latro Province and the Duke of Hador before March 20 of the Glorious Calendar. The specific tasks will be connected by the liaison officer of the Sixth Command.

"Issue an order to let all troops prepare, complete the handover to the 143rd Corps, and set off immediately."

"Yes."

I have been in this place for more than two months, and it is time to leave.

Peaceful days are always beautiful, but this kind of garrison mission brings very few military exploits.

If you want to be promoted to a noble title and gain more military merits, you have to keep moving forward.

…

Three days later, more than 30,000 soldiers from the 143rd Legion arrived here one after another. Everyone was exhausted, and there were traces of blood and swords on their armor. Many soldiers had broken weapons and had not replaced them.

As expected, this unit had just returned from the northern battlefield and came to garrison the Grotto Hills, on the one hand to play their remaining heat, and on the other hand to rest.

“Hello, Commander Weilin, I am the commander of the 143rd Legion of the 29th Corps, Lalot Simis, I am sorry to meet you in this way.”

The commander of the 143rd Legion is very young, about the same age as him, and should be a direct descendant of the Simis family. The middle-aged knight behind him has a restrained aura and should be a soul-level professional.

“Excuse me, what happened on the front line.” Weilin stepped forward, came to Lalot Simis, and asked in a low voice.

Lalotte had a painful expression on his face when he heard this, but he still told Verin the truth: "Our legion commander, Lord Baron Caedelion, underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly. The entire 29th Legion of more than 100,000 people was surrounded by 200,000 dwarves. Although they successfully broke out, the 29th Legion suffered heavy casualties, with more than 80,000 people killed in the battle."

"In this battle, my legion lost nearly 20,000 excellent soldiers. I'm afraid that the subsequent battles have nothing to do with our 29th Legion."

"This... your condolences." Weilin suppressed his inner shock and spoke to comfort him.

The battlefield is unpredictable, and no one knows what will happen next.

In return, Weilin told Lalotte, the young legion commander, all the methods used by his legion.

"Thank you." Lalotte Simisis said gratefully.

"If you want to thank me, it should be me." Weilin shook his head and said.

Seeing this, Lalotte shook his head and replied: "No, you will know about this matter in two days at the latest."

"Kyle, leave half of the military rations."

"Yes."

"This..." Lalotte stepped forward and shook Weilin's hand, thanking him from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

"Take good rest."

After saying goodbye to Lalotte, Weilin turned on his horse and ordered the army to set off.

Looking at Weilin's departing back, Lalot leaned against a tree and said to the low-level Soul Knight beside him: "Uncle Lalit, that is the fifth son of Lord Angus, Earl of Eagle. He is a miracle son who was promoted to Viscount in less than twelve years."

"Yes, Master Lalot, not only is there a Soul-level assassin with him, but the attendant beside him is also not simple, at least I can't see through it." The low-level Soul Knight Lalit replied respectfully.