Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

As a high-level silver man, facing off against a high-level bronze man plus a dozen bronze-level lizard warriors, as well as some cannon fodder who looked down on him, Weilin felt no pressure at all.

A sword split a lizard warrior in the middle without any pressure.

Blood splattered everywhere, and every time Verin swung his sword, he would take away the life of a lizardman.

"Soldiers, surround him below."

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

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

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

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

Weilin watched the big fish leave, swung his sword to cut off the three lizard warriors blocking the way, pulled out the spear inserted into the lizard warriors, and threw it at the escaping lizard men.

Looking at the spear in the air, the bronze high-level lizard warrior threw the fellow in his hand and ran with all his strength.

"What a cunning creature."

He casually cleared away the low-level lizard warriors and lizard servants around him, and looked at the leader who had disappeared, with a gloomy look on his face.

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

"My lord, the lizardmen fired rockets and burned some forage, but there was no other loss, which was within the normal transportation loss range." After destroying Mars, Kyle came to Verin and reported to him.

"Strengthen the vigilance, there may be an attack later."

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

Ten minutes later, the goblin who had taken the black potion ran out of life and fell on the battlefield. In just one minute, it decomposed into a pile of rotten flesh.

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

As the main person in charge of this attack, the lizard leader Guga began to evacuate the moment he saw the light of the fire. Whether the action was successful or not was not important. What was important was that he took action, and that was enough.

If he really picked up the battle ax and stepped forward to fight, he would have died countless times. Despite his rough name, he cherished his life very much. There were more than a dozen lizard beauties waiting for him at home? You can't waste your life in vain.

This was the end of a sneak attack that was more formal than actual, and the troops began to count their casualties.

At dawn the next day, the final battle losses of each unit came to the commander Verin.

"Lord, last night, the First Brigade had thirty-seven casualties, the Second Brigade had one hundred and thirteen casualties, the Third Brigade had sixty-nine casualties, and the Kokalos Transport Brigade had no casualties."

"Most of the casualties were ordinary human soldiers who had never entered the profession."

Verin looked through the statistical report, then threw it to Kyle, and said: "Leave some people to gather and burn the corpses, and most of them continue to move forward. Our time is limited and we cannot delay."

"Yes."

The order was quickly given, and two squadrons of one hundred soldiers were left to clear the battlefield. The transport battalion continued to advance without stopping.

In the following journey, the frequency of attacks became more frequent, but the casualties caused became smaller and smaller.

Removing the valuable heads of the monster clan, Verin ordered the transport battalion to move forward.

"Lord, the latest news is that after crossing this hill, we are only twenty kilometers away from the temporary station of the Sixth Army." Kyle took off the note from the messenger Green Falcon, opened it, checked it, and reported to Verinhui.

"It's really time to end, the closer we get to the border and the more attacks we get."

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

Although the task of transporting military rations is very safe compared to front-line operations, the countless non-threatening attacks make people mentally exhausted.

"Hurry up and hand over, hurry up and go back."

After half a day's journey, Weilin finally arrived at the headquarters of the Sixth Army.

Compared with the preparations for the last departure, the number of the Sixth Army has dropped significantly.

It can be seen from the number of military tents that the Sixth Army still has about 23,000 to 25,000 people, which is five to six thousand fewer than before the war began.

In this way, the Sixth Army was only responsible for the second-line battlefield and did not participate in the most intense first-line battlefield.

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

The monster army in the Gray Mansions Wasteland doesn't tell you about international rules or aristocratic demeanor. If it falls into their hands, it will most likely become military rations.

"Please produce the order document."

At the gate of the station, an officer said tiredly. There was still unwiped blood on his armor.

Verin motioned to Kyle to produce the order document from the Logistics Department, and asked: "What happened?"

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

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

"I understand, my lord, this is your order document."

Upon hearing the news, the officer smiled slightly, handed the documents back to Weilin, and then ordered his men to move the roadblock and allow the 13th Transportation Battalion to enter the station.

After entering the camp, after docking with the logistics and military supplies of the Sixth Army, personnel were immediately arranged to unload medical supplies urgently.

After Weilin put away the sealed order document, he took Kyle to other camps to see if he could find his cousin and the others.

After some searching, Verin found his cousin Brian first.

"Weilin, you're here." Brian hung his right arm and looked at Weilin with a pale face.

"Lord Verin."

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

"Kyle, did you bring the ice blue potion?" Verin turned around and asked.

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

"This is?"

"A potion to heal injuries."

Facing cousin Brian's inquiry, Verin explained from the side.

Afterwards, Adrian removed the cork and served Brian to take the ice blue potion.

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

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

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