By nightfall, the army had reached a point five or six kilometers outside the Goblin tribe and made camp.
With a hill blocking the view ahead, the Goblin clan on the other side would not notice anything unusual here.
After lighting the oil lamps, Velin gathered the ten centurions of the force for a meeting.
"This will be the Seventh Thousand-Man Team's first battle since its formation. I don't care what you were like before. If you have any problems, raise them now. Once orders are given, I do not want to hear any other voices."
Velin looked sternly at the group and issued the warning coldly.
Of the ten centurions, only two had been brought by him. The other eight were not his direct subordinates, so he had no idea how capable they were.
After five or six full minutes passed without anyone speaking, Velin immediately had Kyle spread out the parchment.
An enlarged map appeared before them. With the markings on it, they could clearly understand the surrounding terrain.
"For this first operation, we will annihilate the Goblin tribe here."
"The Third, Sixth, and Tenth Hundred-Man Teams will depart at four in the morning, circle around to the downstream side of the Goblin tribe, and establish a blockade to prevent any fish from slipping through the net."
"The Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Hundred-Man Teams will launch an attack through the forest on the flank while keeping watch on the outer perimeter to prevent enemy reinforcements."
"The remaining troops will follow me in a frontal assault."
As Velin issued his orders, he pointed out the marching routes on the parchment map.
"Carry out my orders strictly. Those who disobey will be executed."
"Yes."
Whether out of fear or submission, all the officers present answered loudly.
Velin then dismissed the