Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

She mentally calculated. Highcliff Fortress had over three hundred active soldiers on the surface. Gnoll cavalry, Fede warriors, and Orcish brutes were all powerful races, their combat effectiveness beyond doubt, only lacking in numbers.

But even if all able-bodied men in Highcliff Fortress were mobilized, they could muster at most a thousand people.

Such a huge disparity in numbers would be a disadvantage even in a defensive battle, not to mention there was a dragon backing the enemy.

Myriel didn't know where this lord's confidence came from, to have the audacity to say such arrogant words as "the enemy is only a mere four thousand" and still act like victory was assured.

"Disturbing the morale before the battle even begins, if I didn't see you were a woman, Lordship would have given you ten lashes already."

The lord stood up and slapped the table, his face very ugly.

He thought Myriel had some brilliant idea, but she immediately started to undermine morale and advise retreat.

"Is it so hard for Lordship to admit you're not a match?" Facing Li Wei, who didn't realize his mistake, Myriel felt inexplicably angry. "Do you know what a one-to-ten or greater numerical disadvantage means? Do you know what a dragon means?"

Myriel became more and more agitated, slamming her palm heavily on the conference table, standing up as well, roaring, "You haven't even seen a dragon! I'm telling you, a dragon's size alone is enough to blot out the sky, like the arrival of the apocalypse, making it impossible to even think of resisting, and a single breath of dragon fire can melt your most elite hundred soldiers alive!"

"I once personally witnessed a dragon being ridden into war, and in just half a day, it completely crushed a four-thousand-strong army!"

"Your approach is simply sending your soldiers to their deaths!"

Having shouted out all the words in her heart at once, Myriel felt much better.

She said so much only because she hoped this lord wouldn't cling to unrealistic ideas. Retreating to Whiteflow City was the best option at present.

She didn't have the saintly virtues of the Church's holy maidens, simply not wanting to watch this group of people she could still talk to go to their deaths in vain, making meaningless sacrifices.

"Half a day? I only need a sunset!"

Zart, who had always been unsmiling, trying to maintain a serious face, suddenly laughed, and the solemn lord's hall then erupted in laughter that could overturn the dome.

Apart from Myriel, only Orak didn't understand the joke, but in order to integrate into this young group, this old orc over half a century old also scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

Myriel looked desperate, her fair and large chest heaving with anger, cursing the incorrigible stubborn fools in her heart.

Only the old-timers of Highcliff Fortress knew that the lord hadn't lied. Back then, against the nearly four-thousand-strong wilderness coalition, the lord had only led a fifty-man guard and a few hundred defenders.

In less than half an hour, he had the wilderness coalition abandon over a thousand corpses and flee in disarray, swallowing the bitter fruit of defeat alone.

So Myriel's remarks instead aroused their confidence.

Four thousand people? It's not like they haven't fought that before.

As for dragons? How many troops can a dragon be?

"This temporary military meeting is over! So what if it's a dragon, dare to provoke Highcliff Fortress and we'll fight!" The lord brought the meeting to a close.

"Dismissed!"

"Yes!"

The heads of Highcliff Fortress's Burning Legion stood up abruptly, saluting with one hand, their military boots colliding with a "snap," a crisp sound ringing out in unison.

This startled the sullen Myriel, she didn't expect that in the face of such a situation, these Highcliff Fortress warriors would still have such terrifying morale.

Orak also followed the young people's movements, feeling the dormant blood in his body gradually awakening, grinning to reveal two orc tusks.

"Dragons, I haven't fought such a tough battle in my life!"

When Orak was young, he had a title, "Storm's Roar," meaning he was as powerful and belligerent as a storm, his temper naturally as explosive as a storm.

Back then, in order to find an evenly matched enemy, he even went to the far north ice plains alone to find a Great Snow Bear, just to wrestle with it.

As he grew older, with more responsibilities, he had to restrain his temper, gradually becoming mature and steady.

But this didn't mean his violent temper and belligerence had disappeared. On the contrary, after these became introverted, they began to accumulate, and when they reached a suitable time, they would erupt like a wave, unstoppable.

"Tina, go write a letter to your Myriel and have him rush to Highcliff Fortress," Li Wei instructed, feeling a little dignified in his heart, but more excited.

In the past, he was just playing house with a bunch of wilderness hicks, this was the first time he was going up against a tough character, and if he could take care of this dragon, both his reputation and wealth would see a big boost.

After all, dragons were rumored to possess treasures that could rival a country's wealth.

"No problem." Bai Ruisi Tina nodded and smiled gracefully.

She hadn't learned anything from Li Wei, only learned to believe in him, this lord never did anything he wasn't sure of!

No one was a fool, stubbornness was nothing more than strength.

The heads of the Burning Legion walked away with their arms around each other's shoulders, talking and laughing, and Myriel really didn't understand their backs.

It was one thing to maintain morale in the face of a powerful enemy like a dragon, but why weren't they even a little nervous when the war was about to begin?

"It's one thing to maintain morale in the face of this situation, but why aren't they even a little nervous?" Myriel muttered.

These words happened to be heard by the lord.

"You wouldn't understand this, a four-thousand-man infantry regiment, even if it's a regular army, obviously won't be very fast, let alone a bunch of wilderness rabble," the lord explained, "Plus some miscellaneous things to drag them down, it's more than a day's journey from here to the Wind Surge tribe, conservatively estimating that the enemy will arrive in four or five days."

"If we're nervous now, then what's the point of fighting!"

The entire Highcliff Fortress, with thousands of people, began to operate, preparing for the upcoming war.

Li Wei left Orak alone, he had something to ask this old orc.

"Orak, do you have a way to deal with dragons?" Li Wei asked directly.

This old orc was a dragon-blooded orc and also possessed three witchcrafts. With the idea of ​​possibly picking up a bargain, Li Wei came over.

"Ah? Me?"

Orak was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Lordship, I do have the bloodline of a dragon, but to put it nicely, it's a dragon vein, and to put it bluntly, it's a dragon-blooded mongrel."

"What am I going to use to deal with a pure dragon?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

Li Wei didn't have much disappointment either, waving his hand to let the old orc leave.

However, Li Wei always felt like he had forgotten something, racking his brains for a while, but when he remembered, he was dumbfounded.

"Wait, where's that old man Sam? I just saw him."

There's another chapter tonight