Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

On July 9753, of the Glorious Calendar, Weilin received a transfer order from the expeditionary force headquarters.

"It's been three months. It's finally my turn."

Placing the command document on the desk, Weilin leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face.

So far, half of the territory of the Ansa Kingdom has been occupied by the expeditionary force.

Seven days ago, the Duke of East issued an order that the Second and Third Legions stop advancing and station in the Khalid Region, the South Cape Region, the Bilma Region, the North Cape Region and the Sip Region to collect their "legal" remuneration.

Next, the Fourth Legion will attack the Lanka Region, Tessir Region and Stovia Region of the Ansa Kingdom.

According to the order of Commander East, the troops directly under the command of Marquis Rotende, commander of the Fourth Legion, the Sixteenth Army led by Count Gourock and the Twentieth Army led by Count Servis, totaling 90,000 people, attacked the Lanka region.

The troops directly under the command of Earl Blood Moon, deputy commander of the Fourth Legion, the Seventeenth Army commanded by Earl Anderson and the Nineteenth Army commanded by Earl Ronald, totaling 100,000 troops, attacked the Tessir region.

The 15th Army under his command, the 18th Army under the command of Earl Russell, and 13,000 people from three prayer groups of the Crusaders, a total of more than 80,000 troops, attacked the Stovia region.

Without thinking too much, letting me command a small army is a testament to my grandfather's ability.

"Kyle, go down and gather the troops. We will set out in three days."

"Yes, my lord."

After Kyle left, Weilin began to plan the army in his hands.

Now, the 15th Army has 20,000 direct troops, 15,000 auxiliary troops, and more than 3,000 vassal troops.

It has to be said that General Carlisle of the Black Rock Army was very capable. In less than three months, he expanded the Black Rock Army from 1,300 to 3,000 people.

Of course, this is inseparable from the missionary work of Pastor Lavia and the sensible actions of the leaders of all forces in Beilin County. Otherwise, there would not be so many local extraordinary people willing to join the Black Rock Army and fight for the Goddess of Life.

Weilin sat up, took the map beside him, spread it out on the table, and began to check the Stovia region.

As a major mineral resource region in the north of the Ansa Kingdom, it has three port cities with a population of 200,000 and fifteen port cities with a population of 100,000. It can be said to be extremely rich.

“It feels good to have someone.”

Looking at this area of ​​320,000 square kilometers, Weilin drooled.

With a demiplane in his hands, he can easily take away any amount of resources.

Three days later, with the farewell of Hosthorn and the leaders of all forces in Beilin City, Weilin led an army of 40,000 and marched towards the northern city of Casque in the North Asia Cape Region.

After ten days of high-intensity marching, we crossed the Mount Den area and the Blubber Bay area and entered the North Cape area, marching a distance of more than 1,800 kilometers.

Arriving in the jurisdiction of Casque City, Weilin looked into the distance and saw an old acquaintance standing on a low hill waiting for him.

"Xiaohong, run faster."

Hearing the master's order, Xiaohong sped up and raised a magic shield in front of it to avoid ruffling the master's hair. Otherwise, it would only be able to gnaw on tree bark at night, and maybe even not have bark to gnaw on and would have to eat wood.

In less than ten minutes, the red phosphorus horse ran 80 kilometers and arrived at the top of the low hill.

"Brother Russell, how long have you been waiting?" Weilin turned over, walked up to give the other person a hug, and asked with a smile.

Russell laughed when he heard this and said, "It wasn't long, just three days. When I received the order, I was so happy to be able to fight with you. That night, I took a few of my guardian knights and drank thirty bottles of precious wine."

"Hahaha, I wonder what your treasured wine tastes like. I wonder if you still have it." Weilin licked his lips and asked curiously.

Seeing this, Lavia smiled and replied, "If someone else came, I would definitely say no, but if you come, then there must be."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the 15th Army arrived at Camp Cusk.

That night, Weilin called seven important generals including Kyle, Hebrew and Devonshire, and went to Russell's tent to drink.

Looking at the red wine in the bottle, Weilin pulled out the cork and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking it, I just felt drunk.

"This wine seems a bit heavy."

Not knowing what material this fine wine was made of, Weilin only felt a lullaby in his ears.

Two hours later, Weilin was fast asleep on the low table.

Others saw this and took it for granted.

They knew very well how poorly their master could drink.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Kyle sent his master back to the tent, washed him, covered him with a quilt, and left the tent.

The next afternoon, Weilin got up from the bed, looked at the layout of the tent in a daze, and shook his head to wake himself up.

"No, not next time... Well, just a moderate amount is fine, just a moderate amount is fine."

Recalling what he had said before, Weilin adjusted his hair and decided not to say anything final.

Not long after, Kyle came in with a copper basin, placed it on the wooden rack, and reported: "My Lord, the military meeting for the attack on the Stovia region will be held in half an hour. Do we need to postpone it?"

"Forget it, just proceed as usual."

Weilin slowly got up from the bed, washed up briefly, changed into new clothes, picked up the sword of Anansi, and walked towards the central military tent.

At this moment, the sky outside was dark, thick dark clouds covered the entire sky, and a storm was about to come.

There was a thin layer of fog covering the ground, giving people a heavy and depressing feeling.

When Weilin walked into the tent, the generals of various troops had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing the arrival of the commander, they immediately stood up, put their right hands on their chests, and shouted in unison: "We greet Lord Weilin!"

Under everyone's gaze, Weilin calmly walked to the main seat and turned to face the generals below. He raised his hand, gently pressed it down, and said in a low and firm voice: "Please take a seat."

After hearing the order, everyone took their seats, focused their eyes on the young commander, and waited quietly for the meeting to begin.

After everyone was seated, Weilin slowly sat down on the soft blanket.

Kyle's figure emerged and appeared behind Weilin. He took out the map hanging on the wooden frame and brought it to the center of the tent, floating in the air for everyone to see.