Yesterday Derek had arrived at Windy City, the capital of the Rose Command, and after a long night's sleep, he asked the old butler about the location of the legion early in the morning, intending to take a look at his own legion first.

Originally, the little princess had to come over with her last night, but she slept better than anyone else in the morning, and it is estimated that she stayed up late last night, of course, Derek didn't plan to bring her with her.

Although in the face of the imminent invasion of the orcs, there are not many nobles with bad brains who plan to serve in the army, but the fact that a young nobleman with no qualifications is put in the position of the commander of the army is a little strange in itself.

You must know that in any era, there is no shortage of those who risk their lives to win their lives.

Generally speaking, when it comes to the military, most people's minds should be as solemn and neat as the National Day parade, and the movements of tens of millions of people are neatly made as if they were made by one person, whether visually or psychologically, they give people a strong sense of security.

However, when Derek arrived at his own legion full of anticipation, what he saw was completely different.

Although it is only a temporary station, there is not even a dog at the gate of the camp except for two old men playing chess, and these two old men do not speak, except for moving the chess pieces, there is no other action, at most they pick up the Baoman cup on the table, and take a sip of the health tea that I don't know whether it is soaked in wolfberry or something else.

On the Cairns continent, a legion is generally composed of 5,000 to 6,000 people, divided into ten brigades, except for the knight regiment or the mage regiment, there is only one cavalry brigade and a mage squadron, and the others are infantry, plus at least one contract monster to deal with large creatures.

According to Derek's understanding, the cavalry brigade is roughly equivalent to the ancient version of the rapid mobile force, which everyone knows, but the existence of contract monsters and mage squadrons is interesting.

There are many powerful magical beasts hidden in the forests and mountains in this world, and when the food in the forest is not enough to eat, in order to survive, there are always some magical beasts that come out of the forest from time to time to plunder in the human world.

In the beginning, due to the strong size and magic of the other party, humans are always in a disadvantaged position, but just like humans can train wild horses and wolves, Warcraft can also be trained with magic contracts, and even some smart Warcraft will take the initiative to conclude a contract with humans.

After all, compared to the harsh competition of creatures in the forest, being fed by humans is really a good choice.

The position of mages in warfare is even more peculiar, in this magical world, because the magic attacks are far enough away, mages usually play a role similar to the artillery in modern warfare, and because mages can usually fly, they also serve as the role of the air force.

Looking at the posture, Derek thought that they were two masters of the world, until he looked at it for a while, only to find that the two old men had been fighting one by one, and the two chess pieces were moving back and forth, and they were grinding time.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and according to Derek's experience in military training in his previous life, he had almost finished breakfast and was training in a queue, and there was no soldier training in the courtyard of the station.

Derek walked into the barracks, there was nothing but a few lonely barracks and warehouses, probably the soldiers were still sleeping, and in the whole playground, only a rabbit frightened by Derek's footsteps ran back to the nest, and glared back at him.

Although it was originally a wasteland, it was also a barracks, so it would be too human to run rabbits, right? Derek walked up to the old man playing chess and asked, "Where is your legion leader?"

"I am. One of the old men took a sip of the contents of the cup and said without raising his head, and there was a strong smell of wine, which made Derek take a step back.

Is it wine, or is it spirits.

The other stared at the chessboard as if he hadn't heard, and as he had just done, he put the knight back in his place, and then looked at the old man with a smile.

The old man moved the chess pieces accordingly, as if sensing Derek's question, and said, "This is my deputy head of the regiment, who was swept to the head by the barbarian's mace, and this is what he has been like since he was rescued." ”

"What about your legion?" asked Derek angrily, although with His Majesty's stinginess, the legion would definitely have problems, but it wouldn't be like this, right?

You say this is a barracks? Who would believe it? I really can't see it, but if you say that it is an activity center for retired veteran cadres, some people will believe it.

The old man squinted his eyes and glanced at it, although it was only a glance, but it brought out a murderous aura like a substance, and the body that had already begun to decay collapsed all its muscles in an instant, like a fierce tiger ready to pounce on its prey, but disappeared in the next moment, as if it was an illusion.

The old man said angrily: "It's all dead, otherwise what? Where is it your turn to take over my class?"

"I don't mean that, I mean, no matter what, this is also an army, right? What about the salaries and purchases issued by the military department? Why hasn't it been reorganized?" Feeling that the old man was unusual, Derek couldn't help but bring a trace of respect in his tone, no matter how bad the other party was, the veteran was always respectable.

"Do you know why a legion has a regular strength of about 5,500 men, and there are less than three hundred here?" said the old man in a very peculiar tone.

Mockery, anger, sorrow, or both.

"Why?"

The old man took another big sip of wine, swallowed it vigorously, and passed the cup over: "Take a sip?"

"No" Derek waved his hand and excused himself, then clasped his hands to his chest, he had never liked to drink spirits, it had nothing to do with men or not, he just didn't like it.

The old man pursed his lips: "Have you heard of His Majesty's campaign against the Delun barbarians last year?"

"I've only seen the announcement from the military department, didn't it say a tie?" asked Derek, confused.

"Hahaha, those bastards in the military department really dare to say anything. The old man laughed mockingly, so loudly that tears came out of his eyes, and cloudy tears rolled down his face full of furrows, and he looked indescribably sad.

"My legion, more than 5,000 young men, because of the orders of the idiots of the military headquarters, let me hold the fortress on the withered vine ridge! ”

The old man fell into the memory, but the tears on his face had dried up, and only a bitter dry howl remained.

"When we finish shooting our arrows, we throw them down, and when we finish throwing them, we use clods of earth, and when the magician's magic is exhausted, he uses his staff as a stick, and I have fought all my life, old man, and I have never been so desperate. ”

When I withdrew with the boys, I learned that the bastards in the military headquarters were only using my legion to support the main force of the opposing side and cover the retreat of His Majesty the King, but it was not until the third day that our great King had returned to the royal capital, and no one came to inform us of the retreat, and they all thought we were dead.

His Majesty still wants to abolish this legion, thinking that it will make people forget this shame, boy, the salary and procurement money from the military department are in my hands, but I have already distributed it to the family of the fallen young man, do you plan to go back?"