The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 621 Wolf Riding
  "Target the peach forest three kilometers away, attack!!!"

Dwarf Locke rode his most beloved companion, a majestic and burly gray-white warg, and gave instructions loudly. As the word "attack" fell, the five hundred warg knights behind him rushed out one after another, setting off a wave of chaos. Waves of dust.

Although the size of the cavalry numbered five hundred, and the weight of the knights and the wargs was at least 500 pounds, the wargs still did not make much noise when they galloped. The thick flesh pads of the canine creatures made them more capable of charging. Sometimes, it can also effectively reduce the sound of footsteps and make their actions more stealthy.

"Get ready to throw your spear!!! Shoot!!!"

Seeing that the towering peach tree in front and the relatively short bushes around it were less than 500 meters away, Locke gave the order again.

Whizzing! ! Whizzing! ! !

The spears thrown all over the sky were quickly swung by the stubby arms of the dwarf knight, and fell into the nut trees in front with a piercing whistle.

The throwing spear fell, activating the mechanism in the bushes, and the human-shaped target made of thick wooden boards wrapped in weeds suddenly stood up. Then Locke gave a low command, and each of the warg knights was already holding it diagonally longer than their height. The cavalry's spears formed in threes and fives and lunged towards a target in unison.

The solid target was torn into pieces in mid-air. The skilled dwarf knights did not let go of any target in the bushes. At the same time, they did not collide or rub with their surrounding companions when sprinting. It can be seen that they His riding skills are already very familiar and very impressive.

"stop!!!"

From galloping to emergency stop, it was just a one-byte command from Locke. When the team stopped, Locke looked back and checked. Even when galloping, their cavalry brigade could still maintain the integrity of the entire queue.

The wargs under the knights had white breath coming from the tip of their noses, shaking their heads from time to time, and the light scales on their bodies made a crisp sound. For the wargs, the sprint at this distance was just an appetizer.

"Very good, today's training is over. I'll give you three days off. Let's go back and prepare. In three days, we will march east to Nasir Fortress to take over the infantry brigade's one-year garrison."

"If you want to reunite with your family and if there is anything else that needs to be settled, please let me take care of it in these three days..."

Locke's voice floated over this familiar wilderness. The five hundred dwarf knights opposite him were calm and did not make any illegal actions because of this sudden news. Looking at this scene, Locke felt very happy. This cavalry team was his future and the hope for his family's revival.

Locke's great-grandfather Linus originally had a good start. As the first dwarf goblin in the Green Tribe with the talent of a spellcaster, Linus was highly regarded by the patriarch Allen and spent a huge price to send him to the Druid of Thornburg. He studied at the academy, and upon his return, he was trained to become the tactical commander of an adventure group of his peers.

It's a pity that he had such a wonderful start and was considered to be half a student of the great patriarch Allen. In his later years, he was reprimanded by his descendant, Mayor Trick, for embezzling public property, and the family fell into disgrace.

Until the appearance of Locke, who showed his talents as an excellent knight and commander, his elders worked hard to get him into the group of students of Elder Cole. Through the relationship with Cole, Locke finally made it to the age of thirty-seven. , took the position of captain of the cavalry brigade.

Don't underestimate the cavalry, which only has 500 people. As an elite force built by the tribe with huge resources invested, Locke is confident that he can lead his team to defeat at least 3,000 elite infantry. If there is no time limit or region limit, Locke can even be sure to defeat a five thousand infantry phalanx, and his own losses will not exceed half.

In the Green Field Tribe, Locke's current position as captain is almost equal to that of the deputy chief of the tribe, which shows the status of the cavalry in the tribe.

Of course, Locke's warg cavalry is not the only cavalry team in the tribe. Apart from his large group, there is another warg cavalry of 500 people, as well as two thousand heavy armors with the core of hobgoblins and bugbears. Cavalry, this cavalry is more powerful and naturally more lethal on the battlefield.

"Disband, ride freely, gather at the military camp at half magic hour!!"

"Hoo!!!"

The cavalry were organized according to their respective squads, and amidst Locke's disbandment, they began their contest. As pairs of leather boots lightly kicked on the warg's soft belly, the wargs, sensing their master's thoughts, shook their heads, and their strong limbs immediately began to run.

The Muma Slope is green, with lush aquatic plants nourished by the Zhuoshui River. There are rectangular pasture areas separated by fences. Some of them are in the rest period and have been soaked with the excrement of the herd horses, sheep and other livestock. Fertilizer, exuding an unpleasant smell, was spread on the grass by the hard-working goblin herdsmen; some of it was just when the alfalfa was ripe, and the mondo horses with smooth coats lowered their heads and buried themselves in the fat alfalfa bushes. Have a great meal here.

In the increasingly lush wilderness in the distance, groups of large animals such as antelope and takin appear from time to time, either playing in the muddy stream or gnawing on the lush turf beside the stream.

The free-range wargs were hiding in the dark in small groups, selecting today's prey. After selecting one of the relatively weak and old prey, one after another deep nasal sounds were passed among the wargs, and then there was an endless battle. The suspenseful hunt begins.

"Hey, today's training is over so quickly!!"

The owner of Muma Slope was the great goblin Mickey who had retired from the position of director of the Green Lake Town Public Security Bureau. When he saw Locke and his team returning, he asked curiously.

"Yes, Grandpa Mickey."

Locke looked up and answered respectfully.

"We will have to go to the east to garrison in two days, so I will give everyone a holiday today and let them clean up."

"There will be a long time in the future when I can't listen to your old teachings."

Mickey is a companion of the same generation as Trick and Facardo. Now as they get older, according to the tribe's management practices, these old guys will be arranged to live in relatively unimportant places.

"The eagle should spread its wings and soar, and the ferocious lion should show its sharp claws!! Go, it will be your time from now on!!"

Hearing Locke's answer, Mickey looked a little desolate, but it was more about his expectations for these brats.

Although Mickey's job is as a ranch owner, due to his rich adventure and combat experience and his own personality, Mickey always goes to the cavalry training camp stationed not far from Mumapo to watch the young goblins train. , while generously using his own experience to give pointers to Locke and the others. "We are going to hold a bonfire party in the military camp tonight. Grandpa, if you have time, come over and have a party."

Locke thought of the arrangements for the evening and quickly extended an invitation to Mickey.

"Forget it, I'm an old guy here, you guys probably won't have enough fun, so I won't bother you anymore."

Mickey shook his head and refused. Although he was a little moved, thinking about his age and status, he finally gave up.

The two of them exchanged greetings on the way, which was regarded as farewell. When Locke led his warg to the military camp on the north side of the horse slope, Mickey's ethereal thoughts were soon interrupted by waves of high-pitched horses neighing and thunderous sounds. The sound of galloping horses pulled them back.

Just across the river where he stood, the newborn horses restrained in the bend of the river were jumping with their hooves happily, splashing the lush grass into a mess.

These are more than 300 young horses that were just born last year. They have not been domesticated yet, so they are more energetic. As long as they are full, they will run around everywhere in the day, causing no peace on the pasture ground where they are.

Even so, Mickey and his herding members were still reluctant to imprison them and take care of them with good food and drink every day, so that they could still vent their energy.

These are the treasures of the clan. When they reach adulthood, the best ones will be selected as stallions, and the second ones will be taken away by the cavalry brigade to become their replacement mounts. The worst ponies will not be wasted and will be given away after castration. Go to Green Lake Town, Rapids Bay and other places and either work as a camel beast or as a farm animal.

Ranching may seem like a small and easy job, but in fact it requires a lot of hard work, especially the improvement and purification of varieties, which is the top priority.

Most of the stallions left by the Green Field tribe are derived from the Mondo war horses of the Centaur Grassland. They have good endurance and strong sprinting power. They are indeed the best horse breeds. However, after years of cavalry training and actual combat experience, this Mundo war horse is still a little less interesting, at least to the goblins of the Green Field Tribe.

Bugbears are generally over 1.9 meters tall, and there are quite a few who are over 2 meters tall. Although hobgoblins are slightly inferior, they are not much shorter overall. The average height is just over 1.8 meters. Naturally, the weight is not high for such a height. It would be too thin, basically weighing more than three hundred pounds. Coupled with the heavy heavy cavalry armor and the tailor-made armor of the war horse, the load of one thousand pounds is still somewhat difficult for the Mondo war horse.

Moreover, many Mundo war horses are not up to the standard height. Bugbears who are slightly taller often have to wait for several batches of young horses to mature before choosing the tallest horse.

Therefore, over the years, the tribe has been collecting stallions of various excellent blood types, and with the research and improvement of druids, they have selected war horse breeds that are more suitable for their tribe.

As for the authority in this regard, it is all in the hands of Mickey, who controls the ranch. Decades of research have finally yielded some results. Through continuous cross-breeding of two strains of Mondo blood mare and Thor blood horse. , finally a new breed of horse appeared that could stabilize bloodline attributes.

This new breed of war horse inherits the advantages of high endurance and explosive power of Mundo's war horse, and at the same time inherits the tall and burly body of Thor's war horse. Although it is a little less flexible, the heavy cavalry is already bulky enough, and a little less Flexibility is also acceptable.

It's just that the number of this new breed of horses is rare, and its dominant bloodline characteristics have not yet been completely stabilized. It will take decades to truly breed them on a large scale.

But Mickey is not in a hurry. Anyway, being able to make this breakthrough during his tenure is enough to record it in his merit book. The remaining follow-up achievements that he will definitely complete during his tenure will just allow him to continue to be stable. Take the seat of the host.

Although the status of ranch owners is no longer considered the core class of the tribe, it can still allow their family to take advantage of it and gain some benefits.

For example, for a batch of unqualified horses that need to be dealt with every year, Mickey can use his power to let his family's children act as agents to earn a certain price difference between the buyers and sellers; another example is that there are talents in the family who want to take the knight route. Children can also be exposed to and learn riding skills in advance. As long as they ride horses in the pasture that have just been domesticated and have not yet been sent to the cavalry brigade, no one will make things difficult for them.

Of course, if there is a really excellent war horse, Mickey can also use the power in his hands to keep it private and sell it quietly to those in need as an inferior horse.

Of course, there is no need to say more about the price, but such things cannot be done in large quantities, and they cannot be too frequent, but at least there is no problem in letting your family live a good life.

"Owner, Rapids Bay has sent someone over again to urge us to send this year's camels over."

A female hobgoblin walked over slowly, and when she was in front of Mickey, she said in a deep voice.

"It's really a rush. Don't we still have to discuss how to allocate these camels and horses? No one else is in a hurry, they are the only one, so what are they doing!!"

Mickey looked up, looking unhappy.

"Riptide Bay will soon be plowing the land to cultivate crops for the next season. I guess there is a shortage of manpower, so I want llamas to help plow the land."

The hobgoblin female Amy also knew the character of her farm owner, so she opened her mouth to explain a few words to Rapid Bay. After all, the people in Rapid Bay always brought some fresh fruits and vegetables from time to time for their Mumapo members to try. , this favor should still be returned.

"Hmph!! There is a shortage of manpower. Don't they know how to hire people? Look at our family members in Mumapo. How many of them don't have a stable income and are doing nothing. It makes me upset!!"

The settlement in Mumapo is now small in scale. If you include members who work in herding, breeding and other positions, the population living in the settlement is almost 10,000. Although most of the families who settled in Mumapo came with their families who worked in Mumapo, and the salary offered by the tribe could basically guarantee the family's expenses, there were too many goblins who had no jobs and spent all day working in Mumapo. There is nothing to do in Poe's settlement, and it does cause some trouble.

Amy didn't say anything. Mickey, as a ranch owner, couldn't be clear about the issue of hiring manpower for each of their units. Budget approval was not that easy. Mickey's complaints at this time were just to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Send them twenty horses first, and tell them that the rest need to wait until we finalize the specific distribution plan and send it to Green Lake Town for approval before we can give it to them."

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)