Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

In the corner tower atop the White Bone Fortress, this square room, higher than the city walls, was usually used as an arrow tower or to store materials for defending against enemies, but now it was being used as a makeshift conference room.

A team of twelve gold-armored knights in golden cloaks were dutifully guarding the door.

If one had some understanding of the Deber army, it wouldn't be difficult to recognize that the standard armor they wore was the famous "Gilded Castian Plate Armor." This equipment was mixed with the special metal "Orichalcum," making its defense excellent while its weight was half that of similar plate armor, especially since its conductivity of Battle Qi was extremely good.

It was one of the favorite standard equipment of Battle Qi knights.

The main reason it was so famous was that throughout Deber, only the Southern Territory possessed this equipment, and because it was difficult to forge, the Southern Territory had only a few thousand sets after a hundred years.

And all of these sets were used in Damon's Golden Lion Legion.

The two complemented each other, eventually resounding throughout Deber.

It had even become the standard equipment for the protagonist's subordinates in some knight novels, which showed how famous these gold-armored knights were.

But now, the knights, who should have been high-spirited, were full of fatigue, and their exquisite plate armor was covered with various scars and bloodstains.

It was impossible not to wonder what kind of setbacks these proud knights had encountered.

Inside this simple conference room, there was no sand table or map, only a few physicians were sweating profusely as they busied themselves around a burly middle-aged man sitting in a chair.

A lion-like, deep voice broke the silence: "Did Lancelot and the others break through the blockade?"

Standing next to him was a handsome young man wearing a feathered hat, who was fiddling with a palm-sized crystal object in his hand. Hearing this, he said somewhat discouragedly: "Lord Lancelot led the Gryphon Knights and rushed out for dozens of miles, but were beaten back by those Vrocks again. There are just too many of them."

After speaking, he recited a line in a low, poetic tone, "Evil has covered the sky, making it impossible for the sun to shine on the earth again."

The golden-haired middle-aged man didn't speak again, but remained silent for a while before continuing, "Bring me a bottle of brandy."

The physicians looked at each other, and finally had to pour a shallow glass, but it was drunk in one gulp with a gurgling sound: "More."

"Lord, you are covered in injuries. Although you have just been treated by the Holy Maiden, they are still serious, and your physical condition does not allow you to do this," the physicians pleaded bitterly.

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time." The voice was calm, without even a hint of anger, but like a lion, even though it was injured and sick, its majesty could not be refuted.

"Lord Damon, please forgive my rudeness." The handsome young man next to him couldn't stand it any longer and snatched the wine, placing it on the table: "If drinking could solve the current predicament, then I wouldn't hesitate to drink ten bottles."

"You are the backbone of everyone here. If you are so decadent, what will the soldiers and officers do?"

"Murdhan." Damon, whose burly body was covered in bandages, said helplessly: "Drinking can make my mind clearer, so that I am not disturbed by these things and affect my judgment."

He pointed to his head.

But no matter how he explained, Murdhan still insisted on his own opinion: "This is for your own good. The little bit you just drank is the maximum extent I can concede."

The physicians immediately left the place tactfully, for fear of being used as a punching bag.

The air was heavy for a few breaths, and finally ended with Damon's concession, "How about accompanying me for a walk?"

"As you wish." Murdhan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

The knights outside the door immediately looked at the adult walking out of the door with reverence.

"What are the movements of those demons?"

"According to Master Bodov, they have suffered heavy losses and probably won't be able to organize an attack in a short time." The captain of the knights responded, then added with concern: "You were injured just now, sir, you should rest more."

Damon waved his hand, without much explanation, and came to the city wall with Murdhan, looking into the distance.

As the first line of defense on the southern border, White Bone Fortress was a castle built on a plain.

In front of it was an endless plain, reaching a mountain range spanning the Holy Sees Kingdom and Deber.

If it were in previous years, the Lizardman rebels would have retreated by this time, and the plains would have been nourished by blood and flesh, and the colorful wild chrysanthemums would have bloomed.

But now, a dark red swamp has formed under this fortress, and the soil has become muddy under the immersion of countless blood.

But not a single corpse can be seen, because dozens of miles away from the city wall, countless smoke rises, and various strange monsters are holding hands, jumping happily around the pot in front of them, where the constantly undulating limbs are cooked, and roaring in unknown languages.

The common feature of these monsters is that they all have a sharp tail on their back, and most of them have scarlet horns on their heads.

They are so numerous that they have completely surrounded the White Bone Fortress.

"Murdhan, don't you also think that my decision was too wrong."

Damon looked at the dense demon camp on the horizon and suddenly said this.

His life can be called legendary. When he was young, he was given the title of wandering knight because of his arrogance.

In middle age, because of his outstanding military talent and his too swift and decisive actions, he was also called "Golden Lion of the Highlands."

Therefore, his achievements in this life were very high, and many people even rumored in private that he should be the Duke of the Southern Territory.

Instead of his brother, Duke Silon.

But Damon knew that he was not the material. Just dealing with those political affairs every day made his head ache, and it was better to go to a brothel to spend time.

Originally, he thought that he would die of old age on some prostitute, and finally be buried painfully by Silon in the place where they played when they were young.

But the accident came so quickly, Silon died, and his wrong behavior also ushered in evil results, and he had to seize the title against his will.

Afterwards, he let go of the knight and his niece, which led to the southward movement of the Northern Territory.

At a critical moment, he came to the White Bone Fortress with an army because of a letter of request for help, which eventually led to the ending of the main force being trapped in the quagmire and the fall of Cologne.

It seemed that in his later years, fate no longer favored him, which eventually led to these tragedies happening one by one.

Damon possessed an arrogance that ordinary people could hardly imagine. He would never regret or anything for what he had done, but today, looking at the White Bone Fortress's heavily damaged army and the demons outside the city waiting for an opportunity.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his thoughts were a little shaken.

"No, your actions are absolutely worthy of being sung by all the bards in the Seven Kingdoms." Murdhan said with a serious face: "It is your current choice that has spared countless civilians in the Southern Territory from the poisonous hands of demons, allowing countless families to survive."

As a bard, Murdhan had long yearned for various epic stories.

Now, because of Damon's choice, he was personally in a battle that would be recorded in history, so how could he think it was wrong?

Not to mention, his choice, in good conscience, did save countless civilians.

Without the resistance of the White Bone Fortress, these demons would be able to drive straight into the hinterland of the Southern Territory. The nobles and merchants in the castle would be fine, but the villages around with only some militia would suffer.

"Perhaps." Damon was noncommittal, but his eyes became firm again: "Murdhan, see if you can find a way to repair the communication magic stone. Tomorrow morning, I will continue to organize the charge to see if I can send the letter out."

The situation of the White Bone Fortress is so bad now, it's not that they don't want to ask for help.

I don't know when it started, the situation started to become wrong.

The communication magic stone was intermittently interfered by the warlocks inside the demons, and the letter could not be sent out.

As for the messenger? The White Bone Fortress surrounded by demons is like a beast in a swamp, it is difficult to break free and rush out.

Even the Gryphon Knights who came to help are now just adding a bit of firewood, allowing them to persist longer.

These demons are very smart, not allowing them to ask for help from the outside world, surrounding the White Bone Fortress and preparing to destroy them first.

Because once they bypass the White Bone Fortress and enter the hinterland of the Southern Territory, they will definitely be attacked by them in the rear.

Now they can only hope that people outside can notice the abnormality here and send reinforcements.

"Your body, sir?" Murdhan's face showed concern.

"I am the Golden Lion of the Highlands, this injury is not enough to make me wail. While I still have the energy, I will do what I can, and the rest will be handed over to the Earth Mother." Damon turned around and patted him on the shoulder, with his usual arrogant smile on his face.

"Lord..." Murdhan only felt a heat in his heart, and those demons became less fearful.

"There are still a thousand Lion Knights left, we have to arrange them properly...cough cough..." The sharp pain in his chest made him cough a few times uncontrollably.

He had taken a blow from a six-armed snake demon head-on, and if the "Thorn Guard" magic on his armor hadn't been activated, he would have gone to see Silon long ago.

...

On the plateau, dozens of gnoll scouts were scattered to investigate the situation, stopping from time to time to let the dire wolves under their butts twitch their noses, sniffing for something.

Li Wei was riding on the two-blade-high Sorrowwind. This height allowed him to stand out from the crowd without being too exaggerated.

Fu Jieluo, who was a head shorter next to him, knew this little calculation clearly, but pretended not to know.

If he was ennobled as a baron and was on the same level as the Lord of Gaoya Fortress, but today, after the other party was ennobled as a marquis, he still had to call the other party Lord.

This time, he brought a total of a thousand cavalry, plus the three hundred heavy cavalry from Gaoya Fortress and two hundred gnoll scouts, for a total of one thousand five hundred soldiers as the vanguard.

This number was the final decision after thinking and discussion.

If they encountered a large enemy force, their high mobility would allow them to retreat without pressure, and if they encountered a small team, they would also have the power to fight.

However, the professionalism of those gnoll scouts made Fu Jieluo envious.

Their keen sense of smell allowed them to discover the enemy's movements several miles away, and this ability was even more outstanding when searching for large troops.

Until now, following the gnoll scouts, although they had not yet encountered the figure of this unknown demon team, the traces along the way proved that they had not chased the wrong way.

He was even thinking about whether to recruit a group of gnolls from the wilderness to serve as scouts for the Thorns Legion when he went back.

But he quickly shook his head and rejected this idea, because gnolls were full of bloodlust in their bones, which destined them to not be able to be incorporated into the regular army.

So Fu Jieluo admired this Lord of Gaoya Fortress even more. The awe in the eyes of those gnolls for this lord was like a god, as long as they weren't blind, they could see it.

He could only attribute this to Li Wei having a heroic temperament that ordinary people could hardly have, allowing these proud and untamed wild people to willingly submit.

But he didn't know that the lord didn't have any heroic temperament, what he had was just a pair of old fists and a system compiled into a gift from the God of War.

With both the carrot and the stick, a group of ignorant wild bumpkins had to be obedient.

"Lord, there is a discovery ahead." Hogg rode a dire wolf from afar.

With the gnoll scouts, Gaoya Fortress naturally directly took over all the scout missions.

They had been marching for a while since they left Cologne, but the demons that attacked Cologne at night seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. If it weren't for the demon corpses outside Cologne City still vividly in sight, they would have thought it was a dream.

Unexpectedly, news finally came.

"Hogg, what did you find?" The lord took off the telescope from his eye socket and asked.

"A village was found ahead, and a team of demons was gathered there, roughly estimated to be several hundred people."

Fu Jieluo took out the map, compared the environment, and quickly gave his doubts: "This village is an ordinary village. Because it is very close to Cologne, the farmers don't grow vegetables, but plant tulips and sell them in the city. The population is only a thousand or so people. What do these demons want to do?"

Fu Jieluo's doubts had existed since he left Cologne. This group of demons that attacked Cologne at night seemed to have no purpose, neither marching to any place nor attacking Cologne, completely not knowing what they were doing.

"It can only be said that the grass-roots team is just a grass-roots team." The lord had a different view: "I admit that this group of bastards can come up with a plan to pretend to be an Andao unit to trick open the gates of Cologne, which is indeed much stronger than the local militia."

"But their essence is just a small unit, and their discipline is obviously not very high. Seeing that they can't enter Cologne, the big beauty in front of them, they can only turn to the countryside to find these villages that open their arms to kill and relieve their anger."

Although the words were a bit rough, the lord's words were very incisive.

Originally, the goal of these demons was to trick open Cologne and directly enter this city of millions of people to wantonly slaughter, but unexpectedly, the plan was seen through, so they could only come to the villages without walls to slaughter unarmed farmers and farmers' daughters with freckles.

In Li Wei's view, this demon team was a strong outsider and a weak inside. It was better to kill them as soon as possible.

So the entire one thousand five hundred people advanced while unfolding their combat formation, and finally came to this small village called Yada.