Rock Squadron

The path of cultivation was not easy. Every advancement in rank was a qualitative improvement. A high-rank Knecht was three ranks higher than Locke. It was no wonder Wyr always looked down on Locke and the others. It was due to the difference in strength. Locke knew that a mid-rank Knecht could take on ten cavalrymen at once. Wouldn't a high-rank Knecht be able to take on half a platoon of cavalrymen? Locke shuddered at the thought.

"Actually, there's another way to speed up cultivation..." Yoshk suddenly looked around vigilantly and whispered to Locke. "There are monsters in some larger forests. Falconim is a wind-attribute impetus. If we can catch a wind-attribute monster, its blood and flesh will be good for us. It can also speed up the cultivation of impetus."

"Huh?" Locke was startled.

Yoshk continued, "A few of our platoon jarls found a demon rabbit in a valley. It was of the wind element. We caught it and divided it equally. It must be as effective as a potion. My Dou Qi Seed also grew bigger after that. "

"Don't be too naive. That rabbit is about the size of a hyena and can spit wind blades. It's not that easy to hunt," Yoshk added.

But it was also a way to become stronger. Locke began to plan to explore the forest in the future and look for opportunities. Of course, he had to bring Yoshk and the others with him. They would be happy to go with him.

Yoshk began to fill in Locke's knowledge. Monsters generally referred to animals that had a basic understanding of magic and were about the same strength as a beginner-rank Knecht. Low-rank Knechts corresponded to low-rank major monsters. Once a monster crossed the threshold of major monsters, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with them. They would have a certain level of intelligence and would no longer be in the category of beasts.

Correspondingly, mid-rank Knechts corresponded to mid-rank major monsters, while high-rank Knechts corresponded to high-rank major monsters. "Our battalion once encountered a mid-rank major monster. It was Wyr who chased it away. It's just that you ordinary soldiers don't know about it," said Yoshk.

"Why didn't you kill it? Monsters are already so valuable. Isn't the body of a major monster a treasure?" Locke was puzzled.

"It's not that simple. Although mid-rank major monsters are equivalent to mid-rank Knechts, they are generally large in size and have great innate strength. That time, we met a bear-type magic beast, and it was of the earth element. Its skin was rough and its flesh was thick. Our Eagle Dou Qi of the wind element could hardly cause any harm to it. " Yoshk laughed. "So don't just charge at the monsters when you encounter them in the future. It's hard to say if you can beat them."

"Got it." Locke nodded.

As they spoke, the two of them walked to the green tent in the center of the barracks. This was where the baron and all the platoon jarls ate. The place was spacious, and there were no less than three patrols around. Locke used to yearn for this place, but now that he was able to eat here, he was overwhelmed with emotions.

"What are you waiting for? Go in." Yoshk patted Locke on the shoulder and went in himself.

After Locke went in, he found that there were nine people in the tent, including himself. They were all the jarls of the four platoon jarls and Wyr. Because it was Locke's first time eating here, all the platoon jarls chatted with him kindly, and he got along well with them. Jersson had arrived earlier than Locke, so of course, he was also flattered by the other platoon jarls. However, he felt that Locke seemed to be more popular.

When Cardoj, Solon, and the baron's butler arrived, lunch officially began. The butler clapped his hands, and a few maids and servants filed in. The good-looking maids gently filled a glass of wine for the few sitting at the table, and the servants meticulously passed on the exquisite dishes one after another.

"This is a specialty wine from Bideslane. The alcohol content isn't high, but it's mellow. One glass per meal," said Shalor in a low voice. As Locke was sitting at the end of the table, Shalor had moved over to take care of him, so the two of them didn't seem out of place.

"The war is about to start. You can only eat such exquisite food during stable times. Cherish it," said Shalor without saying anything else.

Although it was his first time eating such a high-class meal, Locke still behaved in an orderly manner. He wasn't overly surprised or nervous. During the meal, the baron asked about Locke's daily life with some concern, and Locke also expressed his loyalty and gratitude.

"I heard that your parents are still alive, and you have a sister?" asked Cardoj. Locke was the jarl of a platoon of 100 men, and he was considered a high-ranking person under him. He already knew about Locke's background.

"Yes, my lord," answered Locke honestly.

"I'll ask the fief to take care of your family. Work hard, lad. You're still young," said Cardoj.

The conversation between the two wasn't deep, but it was also Locke's first time talking to the baron, so he was quite excited.

Later on, the baron announced the appointment of Jersson and Locke. Although everyone present already knew about it, it was only when the baron officially announced it that the election for platoon jarl was finally settled.

Attacking Farlans became Locke's first combat mission after he was promoted to platoon jarl.

Two days later, in the evening, 4th Platoon's jarl Jersson, deputy jarl Locke and the other jarls of 4th Platoon were in a tent in the northwest corner of the camp.

"Everyone here will be fighting side by side in the future. Introduce yourselves to each other." As a platoon jarl, Jersson held the highest position at the moment. As expected of an old fox, Jersson treated his subordinates neither coldly nor intimately. Locke and Locke had agreed beforehand that he would chair the meeting.

"My name is Gulas, the jarl of 1st Platoon," said a burly man with a thick beard.

"Raffles, 2nd Platoon's jarl." It was a gloomy young man with a hooked nose.

"Bond, 3rd Platoon's jarl."

"Morritt, 4th Platoon."

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The appointments in the battalion had been issued, and the original third and fourth platoons had been merged. Before the captain of the fourth platoon left, he unsurprisingly took all his original elites with him. The baron had long expected this to happen, so he ordered all the platoons to transfer their basic backbone to the fourth platoon.

Locke and Jersson were well aware that since they were both parachuted into 4th Platoon, they would rather not have the old core members. It would be better for them to recruit new blood so that they could control the platoon more easily.

The current jarls were all newly selected by them. Some were transferred from other platoon jarls, some were promoted by them due to their abilities, and some were promoted through other means. Locke had received 20 silver thalers as a tribute in the past two days. He had never had so much money in his hands before.

Of course, there couldn't be too many of them, or else there would be trouble. Locke and Jersson had each reserved a jarl position for them. Although these people had obtained their positions through underhanded means, it was also a form of their strength. The jarl that Locke had given the position to was backed by a powerful merchant family in the baron's territory. They even had a hand in the baron's caravan.

Locke's original platoon had also come along. Hanses and Kane were the only ones in his platoon who were qualified to be jarls. Because Kane was a scout and was weaker than Hanses, Locke appointed him as the jarl of 7th Platoon.

Out of the ten platoons, Jersson and Locke each appointed five. Jersson had found out about the relationship between Locke and Solon in the past two days, so he wasn't arrogant just because he was the jarl. Instead, he shared power with Locke and discussed things with him.

"We're about to set off for Farlans. I believe everyone has received the news," Jersson said unhurriedly. Jersson said unhurriedly, "Our platoon was newly formed, so we were in the third batch during the siege..."

Compared to battles on the plains, a siege would put more pressure on the attackers. Usually, the attackers would attack in four batches, especially the first batch, which would suffer the most losses, and then retreat. The fourth batch would be the final attack. At this time, the city gates would be breached, and the cavalry would rush in and head straight for the castellan's mansion.

Locke and his platoon would probably face the least resistance in the third batch, but they were responsible for occupying the city gates. Otherwise, the cavalry wouldn't be able to enter the city, and the city wouldn't be able to merge inside and outside the city. This attack would either cost a lot or fail. In short, their platoon's mission this time wasn't small. This was their platoon's first battle, and Locke and Jersson were prepared to do their best.

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