Heaven’s Intention

At the end of June, the wind swept across the water, causing ripples.

coastal. The climate is relatively humid and windy, so it is not too hot. Looking down from the balcony, the whole surrounding is green, just like a high-quality carpet.

Regardless of the farther areas, traces of thick smoke and fire pillars are often seen. This is really a happy and peaceful life.

Standing on the balcony, Romon stared down. It has been three days since he came back, and everything seemed so peaceful.

At this moment, a carriage drove over, and the one who got down was old Lu Lun. Romon shouted from above: I call everyone to come up for a meeting.

Yes, my lord! Bell called from below.

Luo Meng smiled and returned to the second floor. Now all the sofas have been removed. Instead, there are cool rattan chairs around the table and various cups.

Romon sat down on the main seat first. While drinking tea, he was wearing a snow-white shirt with bauhinia-patterned lace on the cuffs and collar, looking graceful and generous.

A moment later, after a series of pleasant bells, someone came up.

Old Lulun, Farfell, Nick, Haiwawi, Pastor Vogel, Knight Sangerber, and Pastor Pakinla came in. Romon stood up and motioned for everyone to sit down.

Sally came up obediently and served tea for everyone.

The balconies and windows are all open, the wind blows in slowly, and the fragrance of tea fills the room, making everyone feel comfortable.

The old man Lulun was the first to speak: Your lord, the city has approved your family emblem. This is the first roll of flags and the first badge.

Saying that, he took out a box and handed it to Romon. Romon nodded, took it out and saw that it was a roll of flags and a gold badge, and it really was the Heart of Thorns.

Romon, bring it here and let me have a look. Farfell and Nick were overjoyed. This marked that Romon had completed the three major tasks and officially entered the aristocratic class.

For Romon, although there is some joy. It's still not as good as everyone else. After seeing the passers-by, Romon took it back, put it in the box, and said, Mr. Lu Lun, what did you see when you went to the city?

Mr. Lu Lun frowned, and replied: No, our territory has been quiet for at least three days. However, within these three days, other areas were obviously not peaceful. The same battle news of victory or defeat, but, in comparison,

The news of those victories is basically small victories and tragic victories, but the losses are huge.

It is relatively peaceful here in Tertashaw, this is because of killing thousands of little devils and one big devil before.

This is expected! Pastor Fogel said blankly. He was not surprised when he heard the news. He glanced at Romon.

Then what do we do now? Farfell asked directly.

How is the rest? Romon asked.

Pretty good. With treatment and a lot of food, everyone has basically recovered. Only a few have broken bones and need to recuperate for a while. Faffel replied.

This is the special situation of this world. In a world with divine arts, it can be repaired at least ten times faster than on the earth. A month's injury can be healed in three days.

Well, this time we are going to discuss rewards first. Romon said, looking at Nick: Have the plans for military exploits and rewards been announced?

It's already come out, and the total reward is as high as 12,000 silver coins. Nick said with a bit of heartache, if it wasn't for the fact that the kingdom rewarded a thousand gold coins this time, equivalent to 10,000 silver coins, it wouldn't have been issued.

That's good, let's take a look! Romon showed everyone Nick's documents.

The participants were divided into three groups, with 150 people before and after, and a total of 12,000 silver coins were distributed. The most were 500 silver coins, and the few were more than 50 silver coins.

Both Pastor Fogel and Knight Sangerbo received the highest reward of 500 silver coins. They are outsiders, so it is hard to say much. After a long time, Farfell said: Is it appropriate to reward so much?

Appropriate, the key is the start of the evil disaster. We will continue to fight. Romon replied, As for the money, it doesn't matter. This time, it is calculated by annihilating 1,000 little demons. There may not be so many in the future.

Since that's the case, then you have the final say, what should we do next? Farfell asked.

I want to take advantage of the rewards to fully reorganize the fighters below, especially those adventurers! Romon said: Organize into three squadrons.

Three squadrons, everyone present gasped. This is 150 regular formations. Under normal circumstances, only one baron can afford it. From this point of view, Romon has a big heart. !

Everyone also understood why the rewards were given out. This not only strengthened the hearts of the original soldiers, but also attracted those adventurers to join.

One is the crossbow team, the number is 50, and the squadron leader is Sukar. He has also reached the fourth level and can be in charge. What do you think? Luo Meng said first.

Of course, I support it. Farfell said immediately.

Okay, the second one. It's the infantry, with a staff of one hundred. Farfell, you will be the squadron leader and the battalion leader. Romon said without hesitation.

Yes, Romon, don't worry.

I have thirty horses here, but I can organize a cavalry, Knight Sangerbo, would you like to be the squadron leader of the cavalry squadron temporarily? Romon asked.

Thirty cavalry can be organized on the territory, but the temple warriors themselves have ten cavalry, which adds up to forty cavalry. Although it is less than a squadron, it is almost the same.

Yes, as you wish. Knight Sanger nodded slightly, accepting.

Romon, don't worry, we will train the army into shape. Farfell said expressively.

It's almost done training, but now it's just formalized, it doesn't take long.

No no, it's not just training. I'll give you a week to get the army in order, and then we'll attack! Romon squinted his eyes, revealing a trace of killing intent.

Attack?

Yes, since evil disasters are happening everywhere, we can't just defend, but take the initiative to attack. Romon said.

Romon, but our little army. Nick had an opinion: It's good to have a city wall, but if we attack...

He didn't want Romon to be dazzled by the victory.

No, I'm not going to fight head-on either. Romon shook his head and said, I'm going to engage in guerrilla warfare.

It was the first time for everyone to hear this word, and they showed puzzled expressions.

Romon glanced at it, and said: The so-called guerrilla warfare is to use cavalry as the main body, move quickly and select scattered enemies, and carry out devastating blows. The principle is half.

Half? Farfell was a little confused.

The so-called half means that the enemy's strength is half that of ours, and we can fight and eliminate them. Because of the double advantage, if we command properly, we can basically survive or seldom die. Of course, injuries are inevitable, but this can be done. Healed, the essence is to guide the enemy to divide his forces, make the enemy scattered and exhausted, and finally annihilate them. Romon said in his own words. explained.

My lord, what's the point of this? It's better to concentrate on the battle. Knight Sangbo said with a frown.

The demons are powerful. If we can kill one, we will lose one. How can it be meaningless? Romon said, seeing that he was not very interested, he said: Then you just stay in the town to train soldiers and let them go out to fight and train. It’s not bad for a while!”

This world is different from the earth. As a nobleman, Romon only needs to guard his own territory and has no obligation to attack. This is already good.

Knight Sangbo frowned, thought for a while, and agreed.

Pastor Fogel, what about you? Romon asked.

I'm sorry, the church is already planning to transfer me to the capital's headquarters for advanced studies, so I won't be able to participate in your battle. Pastor Fogel said politely and firmly.

In fact, he can stay for a while, but he also knows that the last time he was able to achieve thousands of battles, he actually relied on the terrain and lost the terrain of the mining area. He has no hope for future achievements.

This time, he had heard that if there was a large-scale battle, it would not matter to participate in it. Now that he heard about the so-called guerrilla warfare, he completely lost interest.

That being the case, the meeting came to an end. Seeing Priest Fogel and Knight Sangerber leave, Romon frowned slightly and continued the meeting. Finally, it was decided to form a small team with capable personnel to carry out guerrilla warfare against demons everywhere.

Hawawi and Fafer, you each form a team of about 20 people, take turns riding horses, and attack with the mobility of horses, and the task of checking the traces of demons is given to Lightning. You have to specialize Find the little devil who is alone, so as to ensure the smooth progress of the guerrilla warfare. Romon ordered.

Lightning? Not bad, but we can't understand its words. Farfell said.

It doesn't matter, Bell and Sally will take turns to attack with you. They are druids. Although they can't increase the combat power much, they can talk to animals, scout out the enemy's situation, and heal when it is critical. Romon said.

Ah, Sally has also become a druid? Nick was quite surprised.

Well, what happened yesterday. Romon replied, and now there are three druids in his territory. Everyone listened, and immediately became happy.

Attention everyone, the above is done in turn. That is to say, if Haiwawei attacks, you don't attack Farfell, and vice versa. Every week is a cycle. Come back to rest and heal. Romon said.

Yes, I understand.

As for myself, I am a team alone!

What? You want to act alone? Faffel was a little worried when he heard that Romon was going to form a team alone.

Romon said hurriedly: Don't worry, I'm already a level 5 druid. Couldn't the battle a few days ago not explain the problem? It doesn't matter.

Under Romon's repeated assurances, everyone had no choice but to agree to his lord's decision. (!)