Chapter 133: The Protector Legion

"How do we cooperate?" Willier was the first to lose his temper and asked.

This is no wonder, after all, his Stone Pile Territory borders the Ancient Tree Territory, so it is convenient to do anything.

"Sir, the wine is here!" At this time, a soldier's voice came from outside the door, interrupting the conversation.

"Send it in quickly!" Willier shouted, his tone a little anxious.

Immediately, several mercenaries pushed the door in, brought a few jars of fine wine and wine vessels, filled the four barons respectively, and then respectfully withdrew.

Everyone paused and continued to chat.

"Now my iron mine is short of miners, food, and guards. Let's get together and make money together.

In this way, we can decide how to divide the money according to the amount of contribution. The iron mine is in my territory, and I must take at least half. It's not too much..."

Moers said confidently, smiling and sipping the wine.

Simon thought to himself, "This guy is quite smart. Could he be a time traveler? But judging from his behavior, he is completely a native...

We should not think that the locals are stupid. They are just short-sighted..."

"How many miners do you need? Can kobolds do?" Taffman thought for a moment and asked.

"Of course, I heard that tamed kobolds are good at mining.

Now, we are still short of about 500 miners, and there are not enough guards. At least we need to maintain a guard of 300 people, and we need to hire more mercenaries.

I have prepared all the pickaxes..." Mers nodded and smiled.

"In this case, I can provide 200 kobold slaves..." Taffman said immediately.

"I can provide you with stone materials, just as an investment..." Weir was obviously short of money and had only this card to play.

Simon smiled and said, "I can send two mercenary groups to protect the safety of the iron mine."

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They discussed the matter for a while and agreed on a preliminary draft of cooperation. They agreed to go to the Ancient Tree Territory for detailed discussion after the meeting.

Just after the business was over, another mercenary knocked on the door and shouted, "Baron, the oriole of the Rose Tavern is here!"

"Call her in quickly!

The women here are really good. Let me tell you, there is one called... that waist is delicious..." Willier shouted with a wanton smile.

"Yes!" The mercenary outside shouted and pushed the door open. Four tall women swayed into the house.

They all wore a thick windbreaker. After entering, they took it off and threw it on the ground, revealing their white necks and round and tight thighs.

Because there was a large fireplace in the house, the charcoal was burning quietly inside, so although it was chilly outside, it was warm inside like spring.

"Gentlemen~ What shall we play today?~"

One of the blonde prostitutes, with a very charming smile, big breasts, slim waist and hips, was the first to speak.

"Hahaha... Come here! Let me see..." Taffman smiled with a flushed face and shouted with his hands open.

The prostitutes immediately twisted their hips and walked towards the four people. Simon also looked at them with interest, but his heart was not hot.

He was still a little bit of a germaphobe, and he was not very interested in such prostitutes. It was not as fun as his lovers.

But in such occasions, he would not be a maverick and spoil everyone's interest.

He naturally hugged a prostitute and let her sit on his thighs.

Afterwards, the scene in the house was very obscene, and Simon gradually got excited and laughed from time to time.

It was dusk again in a flash.

The four prostitutes came out with the help of the wall, sweating profusely, and the barons also said goodbye to each other with lazy looks and returned home.

Among these people, Simon was the only one who was still in high spirits, because he was just playing around, not serious.

However, after he returned to the lord's hotel and had dinner, he went to bed early and stopped letting Yaxue sleep with him.

It's better to take it slow. If you don't know how to control yourself, it will affect your life.

A few days passed in a flash. In addition to exercising every day, Simon took people to the market or met with Willier and others.

Life was quite peaceful.

On this day, after he had breakfast and was about to go out for a walk, he found that a large group of soldiers were gathering outside the camp.

Not long after, it was difficult to see the end at a glance.

"There must be tens of thousands of people, right? What happened? Why did His Highness Feddy summon the army?" Simon's heart tightened and he asked in confusion.

"Mailan, go to Knight Doler to ask and bring a few bottles of good wine." He then ordered again.

"Yes!" Mailan responded and hurried away.

After that, Simon began to observe this army. He felt that the quality was not good. It took more than half an hour for them to barely stand in line.

In terms of weapons and equipment, the majority are spearmen with small round shields. Their armor is only iron armor, about 6,000 to 7,000 people.

In addition, there are more than 1,000 large shield spearmen equipped with iron light armor lined with single-layer chain mail. They are well-trained at first glance.

They are considered the core force of this army.

The rest are about 1,000 archers, more than 100 cavalry, and 200 to 300 shield swordsmen.

"My lord, it should be the Protector Corps in the Cisse Army." Sarit said after looking for a while.

"Yes." Simon nodded and agreed with this view.

This is about the composition of the forces under His Highness Feddy Bavarik. He has a total of four legions to mobilize.

The strongest one, known as the Oak Shield Guards, has only more than 1,000 people, but all of them are equipped with ordinary heavy armor lined with single-layer chain mail.

Everyone holds a half-height iron-inlaid wooden shield, and is well-equipped with weapons such as battle axes, spears, and crossbows.

Although it is said that the army was formed not long ago, no one dares to underestimate it. It belongs to His Highness Fedi's private armed forces.

Then there are two border troops equipped and trained by the kingdom, collectively known as the West Sea Legion.

The first is called the Sword Legion, with more than 15,000 people and relatively good equipment.

About 30% of the soldiers are equipped with iron armor, and 20% are well-trained archers, and there are more than 2,000 cavalry.

At the beginning of the training of this legion, the ultimate goal was to attack and fight in the field.

The second is the Protector Legion, with more than 10,000 people. As the name suggests, this is a defensive army, and its equipment is several levels lower than that of the Sword Legion.

There are mostly spearmen in the team, and very few cavalry, basically light cavalry used to deliver messages.

In addition, His Highness Fedi also has a patrol army with about 5,000 people, which is his private army and can be regarded as personal armed forces.

Simon looked at the army that had just assembled not far in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel envious.

"As the saying goes, if there are more than 10,000 people, there will be no limit. When can I have a 10,000-man army!

Well, first of all, we have to solve the food problem. We can get some fertilizer... In addition, the equipment can be forged with hydraulic hammers..."

After a while, just as he was thinking hard, Mailan came back.

"Sir, I have found out that it was the goat people in the hills to the west who were in turmoil. They have killed several caravans in the past few days.

Among them were things that His Highness Feddy transported from the western hills. His Highness was furious and sent troops." He reported.

"Oh, that's it." Simon nodded and didn't say much.