"How long has the thousand gone?"

Count Perez asked about it.

"Now it's day two."

"Too fast, or are the barbarians vulnerable?"

Count Perez said so, in fact, he was very excited.

"Tell Knight Derek that I give him credit," the Count rose and walked around, then sat down again, "for the beheading and the captives, and... Give him this too."

When the soldier was ordered to leave, he stared at the map again.

If the rest of the thousand team goes well, it's time for an article.

...

Derek has new orders, and the prize is actually on its way.

There's no way to keep the spoils to yourself.

But the decapitation and the captives were delivered, and the rest of the gains could stay. That's kind of a deal.

There is even a subsequent share, or simply converted into war achievements.

Don't look at the first results of the war, a lot of gains, but this war is far from enough.

Derek took a day off, left some of the wounded behind, and went on his way.

The new mission area is larger and closer to the barbarian army, which is obviously more dangerous.

Simon again led the cavalry to explore the road, which was Derek's luxury, otherwise elite knights would never do this kind of work.

"The situation is worse than expected, at least half of the villages have been breached and even the towns have been looted.

A force of several hundred barbarians is now stationed in Three Rivers."

Simon brought back the news is very bad, close to the barbarian army, sure enough, the enemy suddenly increased.

And if you take a town, you must have all the basic infrastructure, and a forced attack would cause a lot of casualties.

And this team of barbarians is not like there is no unified command, regardless of the level of the other side, at least not easily able to bully.

Like a splash of cold water, Derek sobered up.

Some of those thoughts before, they were more like delusions.

Although it is said that Ci does not palm soldiers, but really take life to chew down this hard bone, what to do behind?

He couldn't believe how good a reward he would get for taking down the barbarians and suffering so many casualties.

"Eat the little barbarians around first!"

Derek chose to place the camp directly next to the barbarian troops.

During which the barbarians attempted to attack while the 19,000 were still on shaky ground.

Unfortunately, Derek took a beating, left 30 or 50 people dead, and finally left in disgrace.

Then the small squadrons of cavalry attacked wildly, followed by the elite infantry Hundred with one or two hundred in turn.

Those barbarian squads, numbering in the tens, had no resistance.

The barbarians organized another wave of cavalry to try to break the deadlock.

But Derek fought a battle with a well-formed infantry, and they fought him back.

Both sides went back and forth, and lost some soldiers to each other, which was a little understanding of their respective strength.

"Where's the army from? How can it be so much stronger than what I've encountered before?"

Donick, the leader of the barbarians, stood on the low wooden panel wall and could see some Mega Man staring at him and some even in the mood to train.

If he hadn't done a few fights and not taken advantage of anything, he'd be out with his men by now.

As the head of a small tribe, though the barbarian King had honourably given him the title of baron.

But they are still used to living in a tribal organization.

"The Grand Master's orders are to delay Mega Man's progress. We don't have to leave town."

Donick comforted himself, of course, he would never admit that he was afraid of the other side.

The cohesiveness of the warriors is much higher on a tribal basis. But as the leader, he dared not lose too many people.

Otherwise the tribe risks being swallowed up by others.

The system of the barbarian kingdom still retained the primitive tribal style, unlike the Rocco Kingdom, which had a noble senate to guarantee succession.

When the barbarians stay in town, Derek doesn't like them.

While leading the team to clear the surrounding small band of barbarians, while crossing the perimeter, towards the Iron Wall City.

Three days north of here, at most, is the city of Iron Wall.

The barbarian army is not far from here.

There are more barbarians there, and more towns and villages have been conquered.

Although there are no major victories, but the frequent attacks of the Rocco Kingdom army, the barbarian stronghold can not ignore.

Finally, the pressure is all on the barbarians below.

Unfortunately, he charged several times, but there was no way to take Derek's smaller army.

As time went on, the other thousand-man teams moved in extremely close.

And a force of one or two thousand men launched a fierce attack and recovered the ground with heavy casualties.

The rest of the thousand began to follow Derek's lead, constantly harassing.

It clearly felt like the number of barbarian troops still out there had dwindled, and even the Iron Wall offensive was affected.

Derek picked up over a hundred more beheadings, piecemeal.

And then... Wait for a new army.

"Ollie Palmer, commander of the 8,000th Provisional First Army of the Northern Province."

This guy standing here with the title of baron looks very nice.

A soldier, more like a businessman.

Derek quickly made a simple judgment.

"Good day, Baron.

I am von Derick, commander of the Tenth Thousand Men of the Second Provisional Army of the Northern Province."

Two people simply know each other.

Baron Palmer presented Count Pereira's orders.

"The task of our two thousand men is to break the town in front of us and then move on."

"And the purpose? How far do we need to go?"

"As far as I can go, if I can hit the iron wall, the better."

Palmer was clearly not unaware of the meaning of this command, with a wry smile on his face.

"Derek Knight, this time we have to take care of each other. We can't fold here."

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Palmer thought it was a dangerous move, a decoy that could be doomed if he wasn't careful.

But Derek doesn't think there's a chance.

"What we have to do now is kill the enemy before us."

Derek has a steady eye, and it's not for nothing these days.

He knew a thing or two about the barbarians in town.

"There are only about five hundred barbarians in the town, and after several defeats, morale is not high.

A good attack, I think we can take it."

Derek has confidence, and Baron Palmer is happy to hear it.

"How about we attack together in two directions and try to take it down as soon as possible?"

Derek confirmed that this one really has no military sense.

Surround three que, poor kou do not chase, this is the most basic operation.

Once it is clear that there is no hope of escape, the barbarians fight to the death, and win is also a heavy loss.

So Derek's subtle reminder: "Baron Palmer, you have no previous military experience?"

Baron Palmer, who may be inexperienced but not stupid, immediately understood what Derek meant and replied honestly, "No, to be honest this is the first war in my whole family history."

He didn't know where he was wrong, but he understood that professional things should be done by professional people, and he was still learning slowly.

So he said: "Derek Knight, why don't you command this time, I heard that you used to serve in the Order of Pereira, just let me see the style of the knights of the North, how about?"

Command is a sensitive topic, not to mention the two are not familiar with, even brothers should be avoided.

But what Derek misses is that in an age when knowledge is so precious, military knowledge has a threshold.

The order, like Count Pereira's, teaches the basics.

Some military aristocracies inherited capital, is not easily known.

A rising aristocracy like Baron Palmer could not have risen without generations of military service and a bloody knowledge of the military.

In fact, Lord Palmer has tried very hard to recruit some knights, but it is barely enough to keep the army running, and further military tactics are completely blind.

So, guessing the thoughts of the upper echelons of the legion, Baron Palmer had no confidence.

He is not arrogant enough to think that war is a numbers game and that he is a war genius.

More likely, he's just a fool.

So seeing Derek, asking about his background, Palmer chose to trust him.

There's really no better way.

Derek hesitated for only a moment before agreeing.

"Then thank you for the opportunity."

Derek didn't push his luck, and he didn't laugh.

In fact, a teammate with a clear sense of self is worthy of respect and cherish.

If they don't understand to pretend to understand, but it will be bad.

Derek unceremoniously took command of the Eighth Thousand men of the First Army.

With the exception of Baron Palmer's immediate hundred, he holds them all in his hands.

His method was also simple and crude, and he directly sent his knights with a group of infantry to temporarily take over.

This made Lord Palmer salivate with envy, for he soon found that the knights were all of a high standard, significantly better than the knights he had recruited.

"Is this the military aristocracy?"

Clearly, Baron Palmer is under the wrong impression.

Then, for a moment, the last doubt in his mind was put to rest.

The infantry stationed outside the town have not been idle, and they have made some simple siege equipment these days.

Derek took advantage of the light of day the next morning and began to assign tasks.

Adrian took some of the soldiers away from him.

Then the rest of the army was divided into four.

Elite and ordinary soldiers cross each other.

As a commander of thousands, as the supreme commander of this battle, of course, he can try to avoid the casualties of his own people.

Baron Palmer watched silently, hoping to learn something.

Watching the heralds rush back and forth, quickly controlling the troops to move separately, this control is not the average person.

Don't think it's easy. It's hard to command a platoon of a thousand men, let alone a battlefield.

Several hundred teams were gathered around Derek as reserves.

There are five hundred teams on each of the other three sides.

Only the area near the north was empty of soldiers.

You can't hold this town with 500 or so barbarians.

The only difference is how many casualties it takes.

Derek didn't play any tricks. He just ordered a force attack.

Use life pile, pile up momentum, pile up time.

Attacking from three sides, the warlords stand behind with their knives.

Die outside the city or on the city.

The troops at the front were a little scattered, but apparently able to maintain basic order.

Derek wasn't too nice, using the Eighth Thousand as cannon fodder.

The officers around Baron Palmer tried to object, but he stopped them.

Since you are here to study, you have to pay tuition.

"Baron Palmer, the first wave is only to test the center of gravity of the defense. The rest of the siege will be carried out by the elite infantry."

On the battlefield, Derek's attitude is much stiffer than yesterday.

However, his meaning is obvious, the eighth thousand team is the level of cannon fodder, of course, to be used as cannon fodder.

Next, my men will work hard, and there will be no less casualties.

This sounds a little uncomfortable.

"How long will it take to breach?" 'asked Baron Palmer.

"Look at the will of the barbarians to fight, if the will to fight is not strong, you can rush in before dark."

If the will to fight is strong, tomorrow will be enough."

"So soon?"

Baron Palmer was not convinced.

Derek did not explain, in fact, just need to sacrifice casualties, this speed can be faster.

War is complicated, but it is also simple.

The will to fight, the numbers, the training, the morale, they all make a difference.

And the number of barbarians means they can't last.

The reason why it is so famous for the deeds of a few troops sticking to it is because it is rare.

500 people, a few desperate shocks, we can lose 100 or 200 people, the rest can not collapse.

Leaving a way out, the other side's will to fight will be further weakened.

But you don't have to explain it to him in detail.