Command is a sensitive topic. Even if two people are not familiar with each other, even 亲兄弟 need to avoid it. However, Derek overlooked one point. In this era when knowledge is extremely precious, military knowledge also has a threshold. For example, the knight order of Count Pereira only teaches basic knowledge. The capital passed down by some military nobles is even less likely to be easily known. For emerging nobles like Baron Palmer, it is impossible to rise without several generations of people participating in the military and exchanging blood for vivid military knowledge. In fact, Baron Palmer has been very hardworking in recruiting some knights. But he can only barely maintain the operation of the army. For more advanced military tactics, he is completely relying on blind guessing. So, guessing the thoughts of the upper echelons of the legion, Baron Palmer had no confidence at all. He would not be so arrogant as to think that war is just a numbers game and that he is a military genius. More likely, he is just a fool. So when he saw Derek and inquired about his background, Palmer chose to trust him. There was really no better way. Derek only hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed.

"Then thank you for giving me this opportunity." Derek did not push his luck nor did he mock the other party. In fact, a teammate with a clear self-awareness is worthy of respect and cherishing. If the other party pretends to understand when he doesn't, it will only cause trouble. Derek unceremoniously took over the command of the eighth thousand-man team of the First Legion. Except for Baron Palmer's directly affiliated hundred-man team, all were in his hands. His method was also simple and crude. He directly sent his knight attendants to lead a team of infantry to take over temporarily. This made Baron Palmer envy so much that he soon found that these knight attendants were all of very high level, obviously much stronger than the knights he recruited.

"Is this a military noble?" Obviously, Baron Palmer had a wrong perception. Then, the last trace of doubt in his heart was temporarily put aside. The infantry stationed outside the town was not idle these days. They also made some simple siege equipment. Derek took advantage of the bright sky in the morning of the next day and began to assign tasks. Adrian took some soldiers and left his side. Then the remaining army was divided into four parts. Elites and ordinary soldiers were interspersed. As a thousand-man commander and the highest commander of this battle, of course, he could try his best to avoid casualties among his own people. Baron Palmer observed silently, hoping to learn something. Watching the messengers running back and forth and quickly controlling the army to act separately. This kind of control ability is not possessed by ordinary people. Don't think it's simple. It's difficult to command a thousand people to line up, let alone on the battlefield. Several hundred-man teams were gathered by Derek and used as reserves. There were five hundred-man teams on each of the other three sides. Only the place close to the north was empty without a single soldier. About five hundred barbarians could not defend this small town. The difference was only how many casualties were needed. Derek didn't play any tricks and directly ordered a strong attack. Use lives to pile up momentum and time. The supervisory team stood behind with knives on three sides. Either die outside the city or on the city wall. The front row of the army was a bit scattered, but it could be seen that basic order could be maintained. Derek was also unceremonious and directly used the eighth thousand-man team as cannon fodder. The officers around Baron Palmer wanted to object, but he stopped them. Since he was here to learn, he had to pay tuition.

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"Baron Palmer, the first wave is just to test the focus of defense. The next siege task will be carried out by the elite infantry." On the battlefield, Derek's attitude was much stiffer than yesterday. But his meaning was obvious. The eighth thousand-man team was just at the level of cannon fodder. Of course, it had to be used as cannon fodder. Next, my people will also fight desperately. There will be no less casualties. This sounded a bit uncomfortable.

"About how long will it take to break through?" Baron Palmer asked.

"It depends on the fighting will of the barbarians. If their fighting will is not strong, we can break in before dark. If their fighting will is strong, it will be enough by tomorrow."

"So fast?" Baron Palmer was a bit incredulous. Derek didn't explain. In fact, as long as one is willing to endure casualties, this speed can be even faster. War is complicated to talk about, but actually it's also simple. Fighting will, numbers, training, and morale can all affect victory or defeat. And the number of barbarians determines that they cannot last long. The reason why the deeds of a small number of troops holding on are so famous is because they are rare. For five hundred people, after several waves of desperate attacks, one or two hundred people can be reduced. It would be good if the rest don't collapse. Leaving a way out will further weaken the fighting will of the other side. But these don't need to be explained in detail to him. Derek occupied a relatively high position and could clearly see the situation on the battlefield. Cannon fodder is not without value. After paying dozens of casualties, they successfully tested the real situation of the enemy.

"Moderate." The level of the barbarian commander is there, but not much. All the troops are evenly distributed. Even the north gate has some troops. If it were Derek, he would be flexible and not so rigid. Since the other party did this, it was even simpler to apply pressure.

"Let the east side increase the pressure." The signal flag of the messenger waved. Soon the elite hundred-man team staying at the back set out. This is a unit rebuilt with Derek's old troops as the backbone and adding the tenth thousand-man team. Compared to allies, it can be called elite. And these days were not in vain. There was some training effect. When Baron Palmer saw some movement, he immediately widened his eyes and wanted to see if these seemingly elite infantry were just for show. He was not disappointed. The elite hundred-man team caught up later but took the lead. With just one wave of charge, they climbed onto the narrow wooden wall. The barbarian commander was greatly shocked and personally went into battle to supervise. In fact, it was not necessary. The gap between the two sides was not so large that it could be taken down with one wave. Derek again ordered the other two sides to apply pressure. Obviously, the barbarian's fighting rhythm was very chaotic. Throughout the day, Derek continuously commanded the attack. Waves after waves were like tides, never giving the barbarians a chance to rest. When night fell, the casualties of the barbarians were already astonishingly large.

"I'm afraid the battle will end today." Derek suddenly said. Baron Palmer didn't understand. In his opinion, the fighting will of the barbarians was still very firm. A large number of casualties did not make them retreat. However, in Derek's view, the barbarians were indeed fierce. But morale had nothing to do with being fierce or not. It was not obvious during the intense battle. But once they counted the casualties, they would probably be inclined to retreat. Why was he so certain? Of course, it was because he saw the probing at the north gate. There were not so many brilliant calculations. The other party wanted to leave. This could not be concealed. And at night, it was the best opportunity.