Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

The next morning, except for the 20 armed serfs who stayed behind to watch the camp, the whole camp went out in full force.

Thirteen bronze knights, two trainee knights, 180 armed serfs, 55 cannon fodder slaves, a total of 250 combatants.

The marching team of more than 300 meters marched towards the Goblin tribe 25 kilometers away.

In the team, every armed serf was not panicked, but excited, and couldn't wait to fight the Goblins.

The reason was that Weilin promised them that if they took the heads of three Goblins, he would publicly pardon their serf status and become a freeman.

On this basis, he would reward them with a silver coin for each additional Goblin killed.

Freedom and private property, these were things they dared not even think about as serfs.

As long as they risked their lives, their children, grandchildren, and descendants would all be freemen.

On the red phosphorus horse, Weilin observed the surrounding environment while looking at these armed serfs who were full of hope for the future. He was very satisfied. If nothing unexpected happened, this operation would go smoothly.

He was still clear about who was stronger and who was weaker between a group of zombie-like cannon fodder and a group of serfs full of fighting spirit.

Weilin, who had the memory of two lives, had a clear plan for his future territory.

This method can be used not only in war, but also in other aspects, just like the farming and warfare system of the Qin State, but some changes need to be made, otherwise it will be rejected by the mainstream of this world.

After four hours of marching, Weilin ordered to stop advancing and rest in the woods.

At the same time, the four knights who served as scouts drove their horses away from here to conduct a reconnaissance of the giant stone tribe in front to ensure that no unexpected situation occurred.

Under a big tree, Weilin took the food handed over by Orlando, a kind of pancake baked with flour, mixed with cold boiled water, to fill his stomach.

"Orlando, Hebrew, you two will attack last later, don't rush in rashly." Wiping his mouth, Weilin stared at his two guardian knights and said seriously.

"Yes, my lord." The two answered in unison.

Compared with the increasingly mature Orlando, Hebrew seemed a little timid and had no confidence in the next battle.

Weilin looked at his helpless look, shook his head and smiled, as long as he experienced a few battles, it would be fine.

"My lord, the scouts are back." Baird came over and reported to Weilin, "According to the investigation of Otto and his team, the number of goblins in the Stone Tribe has increased a lot."

Hearing this, Weilin asked Baird: "How much has it increased?"

"About a hundred."

"One hundred, so the number of goblins in the Stone Tribe has reached 400."

After hearing this, Baird nodded and looked at Weilin, waiting for his decision.

"Keep the original plan unchanged. I will lead the knights to charge, disrupt their formation, and kill the enemy's leader. You command the infantry and drive the cannon fodder slaves to launch the first wave of attack, and the armed serfs will follow closely." Weilin thought for a while and said to Baird, "Defeat them in one go."

"I understand, my lord."

After Baird left, Weilin leaned against the tree trunk, gathering his strength and preparing for the battle.

On the other side, in the luxurious cave of the Stone Tribe, the leader of the Stone Tribe, Gerry, was having a heated discussion with the other six Goblin Tribe leaders.

In order to entertain these people, the leader of the Stone Tribe, Gerry, even took out the fruit wine that he had collected for a long time.

Seeing these country bumpkins drinking, his heart was bleeding, but he had to pretend to be generous.

"The traces of human pioneers appear again. Under the gaze of the Goblin God, offer these human hearts to him."

The Goblin leader who was sitting below with only one ear was stunned on the spot. The wine glass he raised high stopped in the air, and he said in astonishment: "What, there are human pioneers again."

"God! Why don't you favor the Goblin?"

"No, I have to go back and move away quickly."

For a while, the six Goblin leaders who came to the banquet were in a mess, and they hurriedly discussed how to escape.

As for confronting human pioneers, don't joke. If they had the courage to resist, they would not run to this ghost place.

"Silence, under the gaze of the gods, don't you have any shame?" The leader of the Stone Tribe, Gerry, jumped up angrily and shouted at this group of people.

"Shame, what is that? The most important thing is to stay alive." A Goblin said nonchalantly.

"That's right, the Goblin God taught us that staying alive and reproducing the race is the most important thing."

"If it weren't for humans not wanting goblin slaves, I wouldn't want to run away." There was even a winner, an old goblin leader sitting in the back stood up with his staff and spoke shamelessly.

Looking at this group of scum, the leader of the Stone Tribe was so angry that he was fuming, and the female goblin serving next to him was trembling with fear.

Just as he was about to summon the goblin warriors of the tribe to teach these bastards a lesson, a goblin rushed into the cave and reported in a panic: "Chief, a large number of humans appeared outside and are approaching us. The distance is less than 600 meters."

"What? How come they are coming so fast." The face of the leader of the Stone Tribe changed drastically, and he ordered loudly, "Quick, gather all the tribesmen of the tribe, prepare for battle immediately, and destroy this group of humans under the witness of the great Goblin God."

As expected, under the strong pressure of hundreds of goblin warriors from the Stone Tribe, the six invited goblin leaders and their guards were escorted to the front line to serve as cannon fodder and consume the number of humans.

"Stop moving forward."

Baird, who was in charge of commanding the armed serfs and slave cannon fodder, ordered loudly, and the team of more than 200 people stopped and confronted the green monster 300 meters away.

Compared with the neat armed serfs, the 55 cannon fodder slaves seemed flustered. Emotions such as panic, timidity, and fear changed dramatically on their faces.

"Baird, the infantry phalanx is left to you."

"Yes, my lord."

Weilin drove his horse forward, ready to lead the remaining eleven bronze high-level knights to make the first round of charge and disrupt the opponent's formation.

"First battle, must win."

In front of the battle, Weilin put down his armor, holding a lance, and his eyes became sharp.

The eleven members of the knight guard behind him did the same, waiting for his order.

"Charge."

The order was given, and the twelve red phosphorus horses ran.

Seeing the twelve steel beasts rushing over, the goblin warriors of other tribes and the old, weak and sick of the Stone Tribe at the front panicked, and were blocked by the spears of the goblins behind, unable to move forward or backward.

"Throw stones."

The leader of the Stone Tribe was very panicked when he saw this, and shouted loudly.

The twenty goblin warriors who served as stone throwers used all their strength to throw the stones in their hands.

Faced with the flying boulders, Weilin and others did not dodge.

With the protection of the full body armor, they could not cause much damage to them.