The Four of Us Call Ourselves the Royal Knight Academy Three Heroes

If Henry began doubting Philip's abilities because of these soldiers' cowardice, that would be a terrible injustice.

"It's fine, Philip. Don't be nervous. Soldiers, you don't need to be nervous either. Half-Orcs just look different from us humans. They'll die if you kill them."

"Look at the land beneath our feet. It was once Goatman farmland and Centaur pasture, but now, it belongs to us!"

Hearing Henry's words, the soldiers' tense nerves gradually relaxed.

Philip looked at Henry gratefully. The Lord truly was not the sort of rotten noble who could not recognize talent.

How grateful!

Henry stepped into the middle of the crowd and said, "On the battlefield, kill a Half-Orc of any race and you'll receive at least one Denar! Capture one alive and you'll receive two Denars. There's no upper limit!"

Boosting morale, commanding soldiers, experience +55

The moment those words were spoken, everyone became excited. At least one Denar? Good heavens, weren't they about to get rich?

As for whether they would survive the battlefield, they chose not to think about that for now. At the very least, they could have a good dream tonight!

"Philip, we set out tomorrow. Don't unload anything that hasn't been unloaded yet. Go make preparations."

"Yes, my Lord."

Night fell. By the campfire, the soldiers sat in a circle and discussed the coming battle.

"They say the Half-Orcs are ferocious and eat people! Can we really win?" one soldier asked worriedly.

"Who knows? But if I can kill a few Half-Orcs, I'll make a fortune."

If he made a dozen or so Denars, bought some chickens and ducks, rented a bit of land in the Lord's village... wouldn't that be a fine little life?

Another soldier cut in with a chuckle. "Hehe, I heard Half-Orc heads are worth a lot. You can sell them to merchants.

I heard them talking about it before. There was a Pioneering War thirty or forty years ago too. Those strong, huge Half-Orc heads were turned into some kind of Artwork, and those old noble families paid huge sums to buy them."

"Even if they're valuable, it has nothing to do with you. That's the Lord's money, not yours."

In the firelight, the soldiers wore all kinds of expressions, their minds filled with wild thoughts.

"If you ask me, you call yourselves Warriors? Look at those Serfs. After a month of training under the Lord, they dared to kill Bandits and Horse Bandits, and now they aren't even afraid of going to war."

"Enough, enough. Go to sleep early. You've actually fallen so low that you're comparing yourselves to Serfs. How embarrassing."

The soldiers dispersed and returned to rest, leaving the campfire burning alone.

"Claude, was it sent out?"

"Sir, I sent it out urgently. They take it very seriously."

"That's good. You should rest early too. We'll be traveling again tomorrow."

Claude sighed. Ever since Henry graduated, he was either traveling every day or on the way to march out. It was exhausting.

Henry drank his Wheat Drink and lay comfortably on his bed to sleep. Now, all he was waiting for was a chance to shoot through a Minotaur's head!

Minotaurs, mortal enemies!

Early the next morning, the sun had just risen.

Glen had sent people early to collect the supply grain, while the other three got up at dawn, assembled their troops, and gathered together to prepare for departure.

"Boman, are those Baron Nurland's and Baron Sula's troops?"

Boman observed them for a while before saying, "That's right, those are their forces. Both Barons rule traditional nomadic territories. They have plenty of Herding Serfs; put them on horseback, and they become Cavalry.

It isn't surprising that they received hunting slots. Their armies are fast, after all."

It would be a lie to say he was not envious, but whether they were truly powerful was another matter. They were all Light Cavalry, good enough for intimidating bandits.

Boman suddenly turned back to Henry irritably, pointed at the New Recruit Squad, and said, "These are the New Recruits you told me about? Aren't these Infantry? You even lied to me."

"I pay them New Recruit wages."

"Huh? Fine, then."

Soon, Glen's troops, having collected the supply grain, joined up with the other three. They merged into one enormous convoy.

If they encountered Centaurs in the wilderness, these wagons could also serve as a protective wall.

"The Count has ordered that I be the commander, with Knight Henry as my deputy. Henry, let's set out now."

Henry naturally agreed. "You're the commander. Your call."

Besides, Glen had brought more men. When the time came, Glen's men would die first anyway.

Boman held out his fist toward the other three and said, "How about this? Since three of us were once first at the Royal Knight Academy, let's call ourselves the Royal Knight Academy Three Heroes! What do you think?"

Fas: Huh?

Glen pushed Boman's fist aside and said, "All right, stop arguing with each other. Pass the order down. Move out!"

Fas: No, how was I arguing? Am I even a person? Am I a person or not?

With a single command, the entire force immediately set out, marching into the unknown grasslands.

The army of five hundred crossed one stretch of grassland after another. They traveled for three or four days without seeing even a trace of a Half-Orc, though they did find several forests and small hills not marked on the map.

The four men's armies swept through like a locust plague. Every edible fruit, mushroom, and wild vegetable in those forests was stripped clean, and the wild chickens and rabbits could not escape either.

When traveling, there was no such thing as too much food.

They continued onward, venturing deeper and deeper into unknown territory. It was only after twenty-three full days of travel from Autongard that they discovered the first trace of Half-Orcs.

"Lord, the Scouts discovered a valley in the distance. A group of Half-Orcs is inside it."

"How many?"

"The Scouts estimate there are more than two hundred. There are over a dozen Centaurs, three Minotaurs, and the rest are Gnolls and Kobolds."

Glen nodded, then corrected him. "Use ranks within the army."

"Yes, Commander."

Glen dismissed the Officer, then asked Henry, "Adjutant, what do you think?"

"What is there to discuss? Fight. We'll definitely win." Henry impatiently took down his heavy bow.

The long journey had not diminished his desire for battle. Instead, it had made him increasingly restless. Right now, he wanted to chop something up.

Glen nodded and gave the order. "Continue marching for another three hundred meters, then stop the convoy. Cavalry, change horses and armor up. Everyone, prepare for battle."

The mood throughout the army instantly turned grave. It was time to risk their lives!

Soon, the Scouts ran back with the distance report. The convoy stopped advancing. Henry and the other three donned armor and readied their weapons, while the soldiers began forming ranks under the command of their respective Officers.

In war, formation was paramount. Hold the formation, and it became a meat grinder on the battlefield.

Lose the formation, and you lost everything.

"Henry, you won the last hunt. This time, let's see who kills more."

Henry ignored the chatterbox Boman and inspected his Three-Layer Heavy Armor, knight's shield, heavy bow, armor-piercing arrows, Long-handled Crescent Blade, One-Handed Double-Bladed Battle Axe, and Greatsword.

This time, he was going to level up! He was going to earn Overlord Training Points!