Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

In a dilapidated beast-hide tent, the hobgoblin Leyton was holding a cup of warm fruit wine brewed by the centaur clan, sipping it slowly, trying to alleviate the chill caused by a night of rushing about.

Although this night was overly tiring, a faint smile appeared on its lips that was hard to suppress.

Because in its opinion, all of this was worth it.

Not only did it resolve the current crisis, but it also managed to join the camp of a human baron, and Goth didn't die.

All of this was much better than Leyton had imagined.

As a hobgoblin who had awakened past-life wisdom and whose intelligence surpassed its own kind, Leyton had always deeply understood one thing.

That is, in this era, humans are the undisputed masters.

This is the general trend of history, and it cannot be changed.

Just like the Titans of the Titan Era, the Elves and Dragons of the Magic Era, and so on.

Every era has a darling who will be favored by the gods. In the recent millennia, humans, who firmly control the most fertile land and pastures in this world, are undoubtedly this darling.

No matter how it and Goth lead the Gale Clan to develop in the wilderness, they are ultimately an insignificant force. Even if they develop to a sufficient scale, they will be nipped in the bud by humans in advance.

Therefore, joining humans is the optimal solution. As far as Leyton knows, many famous orc tribes have befriended humans and have been able to survive and grow.

Now, the Gale Clan can be considered on the right track, provided that this battle, as a certificate of allegiance, is fought beautifully.

"How is everyone preparing?" It raised its glass, drank the hot wine in one gulp, exhaled comfortably, and moved its cold feet a little closer to the fire.

"The brothers have already shouldered their bows and sharpened their blades." Surrounding Leyton were the most outstanding and valiant centaur warriors of the Gale Clan.

Their bronze-colored, sturdy muscles were proof of the strength they had honed from battle. Facing the upcoming battle, their calm expressions were the best manifestation of fearlessness of death.

It is worth mentioning here.

In the wilderness coalition army, there are many centaur warriors, but they all belong to different tribes.

The Gale Clan, belonging to the command of Goth and Leyton, excluding those who have already died in battle, still has about four hundred archer centaur warriors, and more than a thousand hobgoblin auxiliaries.

Since Leyton joined the Gale Clan as the second leader, the goblin tribe has also begun to complement the centaur clan.

Among them, the goblins are responsible for production and logistics, while the centaur warriors are responsible for combat.

Of course, the goblin tribe mentioned here only includes hobgoblins and earth goblins.

As for ordinary goblins, Leyton believes that this kind of creature is completely disgusting like rats and is not recognized by it at all.

The tent was silent, with only the crackling of firewood burning. Leyton was deducing all the specific matters in its mind, checking for any loopholes.

Whoosh!

The simple wooden board that served as the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Ley..."

The silent atmosphere was instantly broken, and a dozen pairs of eyes looked over in unison.

Looking at the ten or so fully armed centaur warriors staring at her with fierce eyes, the harpy queen Aidan, who had been aggressive, instantly lost her temper and couldn't help but swallow.

Leyton gestured, and the centaur warriors who were drawing their bows lowered their nomadic bows.

But if needed, at this distance, they were confident that they could shoot through that ugly head of hers with an arrow before she could make a sound.

"It's so late, Aidan, why aren't you sleeping? Why do you have time to come here?" Leyton smiled slightly, signaling her to come over and sit down.

"Aren't you guys not sleeping either?" Aidan took a deep breath, laughed twice with an ambiguous meaning, and sat directly opposite the hobgoblin, who barely had any friendship with her.

"Speak, what's the matter with you coming to me so late?"

"I'll be straight to the point, Leyton. I saw you leaving this camp alone in the wind and snow at night." The harpy queen looked around. She was already vaguely surrounded by the centaur warriors in the tent, so she simply opened the skylight and spoke frankly, staring at the other party's face.

Leyton raised its eyebrows slightly, and its hand unconsciously pressed on its saber.

Although, as she said, it was as inconspicuous as an ant in this coalition army, and even a pig-headed warrior could receive more attention than it.

But it was inevitable that it would be noticed by someone with ulterior motives, and Aidan was obviously this person.

"I knew you wouldn't be buried with this coalition army. Tell me, Leyton, when are you planning to leave?"

Before Leyton could smash the cup as a signal for dozens of axemen to rush out and chop this harpy queen into minced meat, she said with certainty again.

"This coalition army can't cope with the human attack now. This is something everyone knows. That drow was still furious just now, but it's just the anger of the incompetent."

"Like you, I won't let my people be buried on this cold snowfield. As for the Primal Blood Crystal? I haven't even seen it until now. Maybe it's just a guise released by this group of drows!"

"Tonight, you left alone to scout the retreat route, right."

Leyton moved its hand away again without showing any emotion, and couldn't help but take a higher look at this harpy queen.

In fact, just like Aidan said, most people were clear that they no longer had a chance of winning this battle.

But they had invested too much in this war, squeezed out war materials from the tribe, and didn't know how many tribal warriors had died.

They were like gamblers who had lost their minds, still pinning their hopes on that illusory comeback, trying to earn everything back again.

There were almost no sober people like Aidan.

"As long as you have a little bit of reason, you know that when that group of drow priests were wiped out, victory was already extremely slim. I really don't want to be buried here with them." Leyton neither admitted nor refuted. It wanted to drink some hot plum wine, but found that the glass was already empty, so it could only give up.

"Tell me, when are you going to leave? I'll leave with you." Aidan defaulted that Leyton had admitted it and asked eagerly.

Only she knew how outstanding this inconspicuous goblin was.

Being able to lead a group of centaur warriors as a goblin was enough to prove its extraordinary nature.

What's more, it was thanks to its command that they were able to resist for a long time when they went south together to stop the humans.

It's just that only she and Goth knew about this, and as for Enk, that minotaur, he couldn't play with them at all after he came back, and the two sides had no contact.

Or rather, even if that drow knew about these things, he probably wouldn't bother to pay attention to Leyton because it was a goblin.

"You go back first. I'll notify you when it's time to leave. After all, the fewer people who know, the better."

Aidan took a deep look at Leyton, and finally nodded. She knew that the other party was right.

The fewer people who knew about the retreat, the less likely it was to attract attention.

Moreover, if the news leaked, the first ones who wouldn't spare them would be the leaders of the other wilderness tribes.

The harpy queen got up and walked towards the door, leaving only a back view.

Whoosh!

"Although you guessed wrong, who knows if you're pretending? At this time, any possibility must be nipped in the bud!" Watching the other party's head suddenly fly up, Leyton was expressionless, wondering if it was already the agreed time.

A centaur warrior shook off the blood beads on the broadsword, supported the headless corpse that was about to fall, and gently placed it on the open space next to it.

Aidan didn't understand how she died until she died. The ugly banshee face still had the relieved ease when she left.

"Let's go, it's time." Leyton slammed the glass on the ground, smashing it to pieces, put on the wolf skin hat, and led the centaur warriors out of this dilapidated tent.

The camp of the wilderness coalition army was divided according to tribes. The Gale Clan's camp was located in the west of the entire coalition army, next to a lizardman tribe called Green Scale.

Originally, there were more than two thousand members, which was a force that could not be ignored, but after these hard-fought battles, it suffered heavy losses, leaving only a few thousand, including the wounded and auxiliaries.

Leyton glanced at the sky. The entire world seemed to have opened a layer of dark sky, beginning to be misty. He could barely see some outlines of the buildings.

Only a few kobolds were shivering in the snow, standing guard at the other party's camp. It wasn't that they were conscientious, but it was too cold to sleep.

Leyton wasn't surprised. After all, this coalition army was just a makeshift team. The current situation was that most tribes sent vassals to guard in the freezing weather, while they themselves were sleeping soundly in their tents.

"Act according to plan." There were no extra instructions. Before this, Leyton had already told part of the plan to this group of centaurs.

The centaur warriors silently carried out one crude oak barrel after another. These barrels were half the height of a person, but in the hands of these three-blade-tall strong men, they could be lifted as easily as a ball.

Their marble-pillar-thick arms bulged with veins, and they mustered their strength to throw them into the sky above the Green Scale tribe not far away.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Countless ready-to-fire rockets went straight to the oak barrels in the air.

The two collided, and the oak barrels in mid-air suddenly burst into a cloud of blue flames, and even the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. Countless fragments carrying flames flew in all directions.

Finally, they spread out like fire snakes, igniting those beast-hide tents that were already flammable.

The flash point of this kind of wood oil was simply alarming. Even in the freezing weather, it was as explosive as fierce oil, bursting and crackling while burning, emitting a very strong pine fragrance.

There was no doubt that these oak barrels were filled with oil extracted from oil pine wood.

This kind of tree is prone to spontaneous combustion due to its excessive oil content, and only grows in cold regions with freezing weather.

Wilderness people generally use it as fuel in winter to resist the cold that is enough to freeze countless people to death.

The Gale Clan had collected a lot. Leyton's original intention was to use it to attack cities, but he didn't expect that it didn't even have a chance to play, so it was put on hold. He didn't expect that today it would be used to let friendly forces taste it first.

The violent explosion disturbed everyone in their sleep.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The lizardmen of the Green Scale tribe took the lead in screaming with their throats, and looking at the tents that had been burned with holes, they rushed out of the camp before they could even grab the weapons around them.

What greeted them was one sharp arrow after another. The centaur warriors were like old hunters, constantly drawing their bows and nocking arrows with calm faces.

Within a hundred steps, their arrows directly penetrated the scales of this group of lizardmen, which were comparable to leather armor, bringing up a string of blood flowers.

Perhaps fighting against the team from Highcliff Castle made them seem like small fries, easily cut down one after another.

But if the target was changed, they were undoubtedly a strong combat race comparable to Minotaurs. Dealing with these little guys who were only about two blades tall was really easy.

The Green Scale tribe, which had just been awakened from their sleep, was directly dumbfounded. Among them, the sharp-eyed lizardman patriarch saw the hobgoblin among the centaur warriors, and immediately cursed angrily in the wilderness slang.

"Leyton, you karma, what crazy disease have you got, attacking my tribe?!"

Unfortunately, what answered it was an arrow carrying the sound of breaking through the air, scaring it to roll on the spot, and it actually managed to dodge it.

This made the centaur warrior who shot this arrow a little surprised. This was still the only arrow it had missed so far, and it couldn't help but take it a little more seriously.

And this seriousness was about to take the lizardman leader's life. He hurriedly raised a corpse as a meat shield and fled towards the position of the rear army.

This behavior made the centaur warriors stop shooting.

Soon, the vassals and warriors of the Green Scale tribe discovered that as long as they ran towards the camps where the other tribes were located in the rear, the other party would stop shooting, and one by one began to flee for their lives.

Leyton watched all this coldly.

From the beginning, it didn't think about completely defeating the other party with these few hundred centaur warriors.

This was 20,000 to 30,000 people, including some strong combat races that were not weaker than centaurs.

Even if it was 20,000 pigs, standing still and letting people chop, it would be enough to make people tired and unable to lift their knives.

Its purpose was to create chaos, the bigger the better, and driving these frightened wilderness people to impact the camps of other tribes was the simplest way to do it.

Next, it only needed to gradually expand the chaos and persist until the other side reacted, and then Lord Lee's support would arrive.

...

Hiding on a snow slope, Li Wei was watching with relish through the telescope.

"Lord, do you think it might be a performance by the other party to attract us into a trap?" Skye was still a little worried. The principle that this middle-aged knight had always adhered to was that the more you do, the more mistakes you make, and the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. "This goblin might wait for us to send troops to support, and enemy troops will immediately emerge from all around, putting us in the encirclement of this group of bums."

Li Wei sneered twice, "Do you expect a group of bums to implement this high-difficulty bait tactic with their own real losses?"

"Come on, do you know how difficult it is to implement this tactic? I dare to bet that even the Thorns Legion would have difficulty implementing this tactic."

Fugero, who was inexplicably shot, looked at his nose and his nose at his heart, pretending not to hear Lord Li's remarks.

To prevent a feigned defeat from turning into a real rout, the requirements for soldiers are extremely strict, and it is definitely not something that a group of small bums can do, let alone a group of wilderness hillbillies.

But there is a contradictory point in this. The soldiers who can meet this requirement are often the elite of the elite. Commanders are too late to treat them as treasures, so how can they be willing to treat them as small soldiers to act as bait?