On the morning of the first day, Velin received the order letter from [Flora].
According to the order, in the next half month, he needs to lead Seventh Thousand-Man Team to eradicate three Goblin tribes with more than three people, three Kobold tribes with more than three people, and the remaining more than ten small tribes, large and small.
"Kyle, let people go to the logistics to collect food, and at the same time, let everyone be prepared. There is no need to train for a day and have a good rest."
Kyle, who was standing guard outside the tent, heard Velin's voice and replied loudly, "Yes, come on."
Afterwards, Velin found a map and marked the Monster Clan tribes that needed to be wiped out one by one according to the directions on the order book.
His Seventh Thousand-Man Team is responsible for the upper left area of the camp, which covers an area of more than 3,000 square kilometers and is distributed with two tributaries of the Yellow Sand River system, which results in the tonnage of the Monster Clan being somewhat large.
"It's a geomantic treasure."
Velin firmly believes that this place will belong to him from now on, and no one can take it away.
After a day of rest, Velin left the camp with Seventh Thousand-Man Team's one thousand and one people and officially began the clearing mission.
Flora got up early, stood on the temporary sentry tower, watched Seventh Thousand-Man Team leave, and ordered Miller on the side, "Always pay attention to Velin's movements. I don't want him to be in any danger."
"Yes, Captain."
Miller obeyed the orders of his captain unconditionally. After all, his life was given by the captain.
It is a painful thing to open a road in the wilderness. Velin looked helpless when he saw that it took three hours to advance ten kilometers.
"Come on, this road is too difficult to walk. There are thorns and bushes everywhere. If we didn't all have armor for self-defense, I'm afraid we would have been scarred." Kyle cleared the branches and leaves on the mount and came to report next to Velin.
"Let the troops stop and rest for a while while I re-plan the path."
Velin also didn't think that it was so difficult to march here, but he, the commander, didn't do it.
On the boulder on the side, Velin asked someone to spread out the map, mark the existing locations on it, and start thinking about countermeasures.
"Next to it is the nearest tributary of the Yellow Sand River system. You only need to move five or six kilometers from the north to reach it."
According to Velin's guess, the road by the river must be easier than the road in the bushes. He is not sure whether his guess is correct or not, after all, he has never seen it.
"It's a gamble. If it doesn't work out, we'll have to spend a lot of time to forcibly open a road."
Thanks to the weak magic power in the eastern region of Gray Mang Wasteland, they not only have to face complex thorn bushes, but also face the sudden appearance of monsters and Ferocious Beast.
In the afternoon, Velin adjusted its direction and moved towards the north.
After two hours of marching, we finally arrived at an unknown tributary of the Yellow Sand River system, a river five or six meters wide.
Standing by the stream, Velin looked up and down, with a wide field of vision, and said with some joy, "Okay, if you are right, it is much better than that damn jungle."
"Shang Shang, thanks to your wise decision, we were liberated from that green cage." Kyle said with sincere admiration.
"Okay, let the soldiers rest for a while, and then continue to set off, and strive to complete the task of wiping out the first Goblin tribe tomorrow afternoon." Hearing the praise from his subordinates, Velin felt very comfortable, and ordered Kyle with a smile.
"Yes."
Upon hearing the news, thousands of people took a break and sat down near the river, enjoying the rare refreshment.
The sweltering jungle brought them nothing but depression. Under the pressure of the officers, as low-level soldiers, they could not and were not qualified to express their own opinions.
"Black Hammer, you took the real thing, but you actually gave us time to rest."
"That's right, it's not like our Lord Baron, who is riding on a horse and whipping us with a whip because he dislikes us for not being able to keep up with the speed."
By the river, a small team sat together and talked quietly.
"I, Black Hammer, met Lord Weilin because of the blessing of the gods. With the gift from Lord, I am what I am today." Black Hammer narrated with a pious look on his face.
They heard this many times and did not feel disgusted. Instead, they sympathized with and envied this young man who was only ten years old.
Compared with the Black Hammers who were born as serfs, at least they were born as civilians and had limited choices and opportunities for advancement.
"Oh, think about what our leader looks like, I really want to take my family to Lake of Star Prayer." A soldier in his thirties complained.
"You don't want your life. If your officer in charge hears it, you will still have money to eat when you go back." A veteran next to him was shocked and hurriedly covered his mouth. He looked around cautiously and only after noticing that there was no officer around, he advised you.
"Old Mike, don't say anything, otherwise... well, I just don't know if you have any way."
Others sighed one after another, and then fell silent, thinking that an officer was coming this way.
After the patrol officer left, Black Hammer looked at his "comrades" and said dully, "How about I ask my former commander to see if there is anything I can do."
"True, Black Hammer."
"Please."
"Black Hammer, may Goddess of Life bless you."
Upon hearing this, everyone raised their heads and looked at Black Hammer with hopeful eyes.
At this moment, Velin didn't know what was going on between the soldiers at the bottom of the army. Instead, he thought about the best solution based on the information obtained by the scouts and the distance between Goblin's tribe.
"Twenty kilometers downstream is the first Goblin tribe selected this time. There are about four hundred Goblin."
"According to the most common estimation method in the world, the combat strength of this Goblin tribe should be 70%, that is, 280 Goblin Warrior."
"It's a little difficult to block the news and prevent other monster tribes from knowing the news, but it's not enough to trouble me."
Afterwards, Velin asked people to put away the map, and the troops set off, heading downstream along the river.
In the lower reaches of an unknown tributary of the Huangsha River, there is a simple goblin camp. In the eyes of the goblins, this can already be called a luxurious nest.
A strong Goblin is dominating the tribe. Ever since Clan Leader and the great elder left with the elite fighting force of the tribe, this is his world.
"Agent... Agent Clan Leader, there seems to be some movement upstream, and there are a lot more fish than usual." An ugly-looking Goblin entered the wooden shed and reported carefully to Yu.
"There are more fish, which means My God is looking after us. Now get out of here." The intense movement was interrupted, and Goblin agent Clan Leader stared fiercely at this ugly guy.
"Yes yes yes."
The ugly-looking Goblin rolled out of the wooden shed and was laughed at by Goblin on the side, without any awareness that destruction was coming.