Chapter 198: Petition for Nomination

The second man spoke, and his appearance was a little similar to Wayne's, except that the whole person gave people an overly sharp and irascible feeling: "Sock Muthallon." The last Eurnes Provincial Champion Knights had 1,500 men under his command. If Lord Duke thinks that only sword and fire can wash away the stigma of the Musaron family, then I don't mind joining the stormtroopers with my men, but please spare my family. โ€

The third guy has a sissy face that is so white that it gives a sense of transparency, and at first glance it looks like a typical second ancestor: "I'm Salter Filas, I'm ...... I...... My sister is beautiful. โ€

This coward, his face was swollen and red, and he was a girl who sold his daughter for glory for a long time.

Not to mention Martin, even his two companions looked down on him.

Without concealing it at all, Wayne and Sock took a step directly to the side, keeping their distance from the guy.

Three counts, three attitudes.

Martin was also drunk at first glance, and did not let out any chuckles.

The three of them said they were counts, but in fact they were all guilty. As for the number of soldiers they had brought, Uncle Trist had sent someone to give Martin a thorough explanation.

That's just a lot.

How many professional soldiers can a county raise?

The largest number of Sok is only 500.

How did the rest come about?

It's not impossible to fill up the numbers with peasant soldiers, hunters, butchers, etc. They also know it won't work.

The answer was the soldiers of the demobilized Knights of Musaron, as well as the patrols of the towns on weekdays. Those who have a way have run away, and the rest are those who have no way or are destined to be cleaned up. Rather than stay in the old Musaron and wait for the reckoning, it is better to try your luck with the Lorraine family.

At this time, whether it was Wayne, who cautiously expressed his allegiance, Sock, who was enthusiastic and ready to do anything, or Salter, who had no eggs, Martin was noncommittal.

"Get up first! Lorraine does not accept useless people. Now is your chance to prove your loyalty and prowess to the Kingdom. Come on!" Martin led the three of them to the military conference hall.

The two were people who knew the soldiers, and when they looked at Martin's miniature version of the three-dimensional military map, their eyes lit up on the spot.

"See the map of the wasteland province?"

All three nodded at the same time.

Martin overlooked the fact that there were still many places in the inland part of the wasteland that were empty, pointing to the most intact coastline.

"Except for the Rick River to the south, and the Nord family territory to the east. The west, northwest, and north of the Wasteland Province are covered with sea. In the wasteland provinces, we face three reorganized barbarian clans and two crippled clans that have lost all their main forces. โ€

"How many enemy troops?" Wayne asked.

Old Kuden replied, "The latest news is that it is sixty thousand if you count all the women and old men, and one hundred thousand if you count the slaves." As a reminder, barbarian women, as long as they have weapons, are at least stronger than our peasant soldiers. โ€

The reaction of the three counts is interesting.

That Salter just heard the number, his legs went limp, and his face turned blue on the spot. Sock pouted, disapproving. Wayne was shocked first, then calm.

On the surface, the barbarians are powerful, as long as anyone with a little brain knows, now it is the barbarians of the Lorraine family who are pressing the wasteland.

The nearly 20,000 barbarian heads before that are the best proof of this.

Martin pointed to the new Martin City on the three-dimensional map: "If it weren't for the arrival of the Golden Eagle Knights and you, I would have only planned to use the new Martin City as the core, steadily and steadily, and expand the control area all the way to the entire wasteland. โ€

Speaking of this, Martin changed his words: "Since His Majesty has asked to test the loyalty and courage of the three to the kingdom, then I have to change my plan......"

When he said this, the faces of the three earls were all very exciting, and it is estimated that they have cursed the old bear millions of times in their hearts, and they have sliced the bear's Ding Ding many times.

Martin was satisfied.

If the royal family wants to take someone's fiefdom, it naturally has to pay something. Martin has been so generous in helping the royal family solve the biggest trouble, so it is not too much to let the king be a backstabber.

What can Trist next to him do?

Bared his teeth and grinned bitterly!

At this time, Martin pointed to three places in the wasteland: west, northwest, and north.

"The coastline of the wasteland is very long, about 500 miles. I used to think that the wasteland could be landed everywhere. Later, after careful investigation by my people, I found that there was a little difference. โ€

Martin brought out two models of the hull, apparently carved out of wood, with considerable workmanship.

"This is a ship of the Slingers. Martin first handed over a long, slender and flattened model for the three counts to circulate.

"And then this is our latest ship in Lorraineburg. Martin handed over a new ship modeled after the galleon.

Wayne first noticed the difference: "The draft is different?"

Martin smiled: "That's right! For us, it seems that a deep-water port like Lorraine is our favorite." But the Slingers are different, their boats are usually placed on the shore, and in order to reduce weight, their bottoms are not thick. Therefore, their landing site must be sandy, at least one that does not have too many stones or protrusions underwater. If that's the case......"

The three counts followed Martin's fingers and watched as Martin placed the three pieces with the Musaron emblem on the three beaches to the west, northwest, and north.

The pupils of the three counts narrowed suddenly, and each of them let out a clear inhalation.

Martin's face sank: "Of course, I won't let you die for nothing. In addition to the initial shipment of food and building materials, there will be regular flights to provide you with food supplies and ...... Cement. You will become nails, and you will not let go of any barbarian clan until the main force has annihilated the barbarians of the wasteland. โ€

The three of them looked at each other, and Wayne asked, "What about our relatives and the people who followed us to Lorraineburg?"

"They're going to be the new citizens of Martin City. As long as you don't defile the way of knighthoodโ€”the city is here!"

That's what Martin asked them to hand in.

It is strange that many of the Bakarias seem to be afraid of the sea, not to mention asking them to take a boat around a few hundred nautical miles to land on the beach and build a castle behind enemy lines.

This is not a head-to-head confrontation on the battlefield, and even stormtroopers have a good chance to survive. However, it is very difficult to go ashore in this kind of landing battle with the sea on its back, and it is even more difficult if you cannot hold it and retreat.

If they weren't for this kind of guilt, maybe they would have rebelled by slapping the table now.

But at this moment, they could only bow their heads deeply.

"Yes!"

When the three counts left, Trist still stepped forward: "Martin, I will pull down this old face and persuade you, and all Bakaria is watching." โ€

Martin smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, no matter what, at least one or two will be left." โ€

Uncle Trist nodded.