Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 29 Preparations for Encirclement and Suppression (Wanzi)
When the assembled soldiers disbanded, Herme's small meeting also took place.

Hemei attached great importance to this small meeting with these two frontline officers. Since it is necessary to formulate a strategy, it is very important to understand the situation on the frontline.

Before the small meeting started, Herme specifically told the two of them not to call him the commander. Calling him the commander always made him feel weird, as if he had planted some bad flags.

After the meeting started, as a matter of course, Herme didn't expect that playboy named Charlene to say anything at all, he looked directly at Leila.

Leila's military training was clearly solid, and as a professional officer in the kingdom of Aedirn, she immediately poured out everything she knew.

"Lord Heme, we came here about a week and a half before you, but we didn't do much in this week and a half. The Scoia'tael's understanding of the terrain is far superior to ours, and they always act quickly. We can't catch up at all, and we can't do anything to destroy it in the decaying forest. Often when we arrive, there is only a messy scene left. So reckless."

There was shame on Leila's face, it was a soldier's shame for failing to complete the task.

It is natural for her to feel ashamed. For a soldier who is full of self-motivation and killing the enemy, this emotion often appears when he finds that he can only influence the opponent's actions through his existence.

Hemei felt that it was alright. It wasn't terrible if the task was not completed, but it was afraid that there would be no self-consciousness if it was not completed.

Well, that other guy is.

"Master Hemei, I don't know much, and I don't know much about military affairs. After coming here, the Charon Regiment did nothing except for the necessary patrols and going to the Scoia'tael attack site. Let me tell you, why did we Going to drill the forest to control those damned elves? Just let them stink in the forest, just keep a deterrent, just the existence of an army like ours is enough to make the elves restrained. And more importantly, every day because of Those elves who died are probably not as many as the number of wild species born in Wenger Castle overnight."

Charron's tone was full of the arrogance of a playboy, which made Herme frown.

But to be honest, what he said made a lot of sense.

The existence of this force can deter the Scoia'tael, and the Scoia'tael cannot ignore their existence.

And in this way, the Scoia'tael's actions will naturally be affected, and they will no longer be able to attack the Aden army as unscrupulously as before.

If Herme was just here to dawdle, then this plan is very good, while achieving a certain effect while preserving her own strength.

But Herme had been ordered to destroy Scoia'tael, and he had to bring El Dann's head to the king, so that would not work.

However, Charron's words surprised Herme. At first, he thought that this person was a waste, but now it seems that he still has some brains.

This made Herme a little concerned, this guy... looks very interesting.

"The king has an order, and I have to carry it out. Lord Charon, are you trying to violate the king's order? Or, are you afraid of the elves?"

Facing Herme's words, Charlene just shrugged indifferently.

"I'm not afraid of any elves, Master Herme, I just don't want to lead my subordinates to die in the forest needlessly. Look at Leila, she didn't listen to my advice before and insisted on chasing her subordinates into the forest. Apart from losing a few people, I have gained nothing, and I have made myself completely muddy."

Hearing what Charon said, Leila lowered her face even lower, "Yes, Lord Herme, this is my mistake."

"Well... I already know the general situation, you go down first, go to reorganize your troops, prepare for the next military operation, and keep your troops on standby at all times."

The two bowed to Hermi at the same time, and then they exited the tent, leaving only Hermi alone.

And at the moment they left, a person walked in, it was Viato, Herme's attendant, with a happy face, and hurried to Herme's side.

"So soon? Then how about the news I want?"

Before Herme entered the barracks, he gave Viator a special task, which was to inquire about the family background of the commander of the Charon Regiment.

However, Herme thought that Viator would have to bring information to him later, but he did not expect to bring it so soon.

"Master Hemei, I have already asked. It is not a secret in this camp. That Charon family is not simple. His father is the king's illegitimate brother. In order to take care of his nephew, the king transferred him to lead him. These mercenaries. Presumably that's why this guy acted so recklessly. He drank and got drunk every night, but at least he didn't bring women into the barracks, and he obeyed the minimum military discipline. There is another thing about his military ability , Everyone I asked said that this guy doesn't understand what war is at all, and restraining mercenaries to stay in the barracks is already the limit of what can be done."

After hearing what the attendant said, Herme rubbed her chin, savoring the news brought by Viator.

Hiss, it's a little tricky.

"I didn't expect that this guy was born as an illegitimate child of the royal family. It's a little troublesome. If you want to control that army, you can't use the method you imagined at the beginning."

Herme's idea at the beginning was very simple. This is the front line against the Scoia'tael, and the king's order is still to take the head of the Scoia'tael leader, so Herme must launch an offensive. During the offensive, a useless commander It's normal for an officer to have an accident.

During the battle, the aristocratic array is nothing more than a normal thing, no one can use it to find fault, no one can use this kind of thing as an excuse to punish people.

It is impossible to take command of this force in a more peaceful way.

Although Herme is a baron, he has royal blood anyway, so in fact he is on the same level as him, and even Herme is somewhat lower.

For no reason, let another noble at the same level take away the army that he should have led, and then go away to cool off. To Charon, it is tantamount to social death. After that, everyone will treat him as a waste .

The reason why Hemei did this was because that mercenary was completely the weakness of the encirclement and suppression army. This weakness must be eliminated first, so that these mercenaries can play their due role, so that the encirclement and suppression can proceed smoothly.

Not to mention, this guy offended Herme as soon as he came up, and Herme still remembered it - this was the most important reason why Herme wanted to kill him.

On the way to the military camp, Heme has been collecting information from the residents along the way to learn about the situation.

And the more information he collects, the less good he feels.

The Scoia'tael in the decaying forest are masters of guerrilla warfare, and the forest is large and complex, and there are even monsters entrenched in some places.

To clear this forest, Herme needs to master all the powers he can.

And there can't be any weaknesses in the army, otherwise it will be a drag on the battlefield.

If there is a problem with one link, it may lead to the destruction of the whole situation.

But if that person is of royal blood—even if it is of illegitimate blood—you have to think carefully.

Herme didn't know what the king's attitude was towards her illegitimate nephew.

Whether he likes it or hates it, whether to send him here for Herme to lead, or simply give this person a task to send him out.

Therefore, you must be cautious in your actions. If you let this person "die" rashly, it would be no fun to be angered by His Majesty the King.

And this guy named Charon... is also very interesting, Hemei found out that he is not as useless as he looks.

"Have someone pretend to be Scoia'tael, go find two good Cossacks, better let Vigoles go himself, beat that guy tonight, give him some wounds, have to lie in bed for a while, but don't Too serious, but make this guy mess up."

Herme's words startled Viator, he didn't expect his master to solve the problem so directly and so quickly.

Herme made this decision out of the idea of ​​not wanting to procrastinate at all. The sooner these troops can be controlled, the better.

Of course, this is because he didn't know that Herme planned to let this person "die" in the first place, so he would be even more frightened.

"Is this okay? Lord Hemei, this guy is just a dandy, if he goes crazy after being beaten...then the situation will be difficult to deal with."

Viator was still a little scared, it was the first time he had seen such a thing.

He had only heard of this kind of thing in dramas before, and this kind of thing was often only done by villains in dramas.

"A dude? That guy is not a simple dude."

Herme recalled Charlene's previous words and deeds, and after thinking about them, he laughed. His feeling was not wrong.

This guy looks like a dude, but he's never done anything really out of the ordinary.

Although the management of the army is poor, at least the army did not fall apart, let alone the barracks were occupied by prostitutes.

It was more like he deliberately expressed the message that he was a waste, first he acted cynically, then apologized immediately, then he expressed his fear of the battlefield, then he showed in front of Herme that he was actually intelligent, and finally added that the entire barracks was everywhere. It's all news that he is a son of the royal family.

Combined, Herme can only say that this person is very interesting.

But Herme felt that this person's truth was a bit confusing, so it's not good to say it directly.

If he is a big bastard and can't think of these at all, then his series of performances are just winking for the blind.

Of course, Hemei also knew that this must not be said directly, and it would be a matter of fact. It can only be said that the political games of the nobles are like this.

Therefore, in Herme's view, this person will definitely make a wise and correct choice when the time comes.

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On the day when Hemei's army arrived, after spending an afternoon setting up their tents in the campsite reserved by the military camp, the sky was getting dark.

Under such circumstances, Herme naturally ordered everyone to take a good rest, get a good night's sleep, and prepare for tomorrow's activities.

The Cossacks are full of endless energy, and these guys can't wait to fight the elves right away.

But Herme would not let these guys rush in foolishly, so he strictly controlled them and drove them all back into the tent.

Although the Cossacks pulled over were all cannon fodder, cannon fodder was not just for random use.

But it was on this night that something happened in the camp of Aden's army, a big thing happened.

The commander of the Charon Regiment was attacked by the Scoia'tael at night!

This incident was not discovered until daytime, when Charoen's servants brought him wine, which was his long-standing habit.

Just when the servant wondered why his master didn't keep yelling when he came up like usual, he saw a scene that frightened him, and then he exclaimed.

At that time, Charon's servant walked into the master's tent and found that Charon was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, his hands were tied, and a pair of smelly socks were stuffed in his mouth. He looked extremely embarrassed.

His tent seemed to have been ravaged by a storm, all kinds of things were scattered all over the floor, and many documents were missing.

As for why it was Scoia'tael, because Charoen, who spat out the socks with the help of his servants, said that he could barely see the attackers at night, and those people were all dressed as Scoia'tael commandos.

It's a pity that before he could call out, he was beaten with his head covered.

Leila blamed herself very much for this. In her opinion, it was because of her negligence that such a thing happened.

So she knelt down in front of the rushing Hermione, and asked Hermione to punish her for her dereliction of duty.

This made Herme a little embarrassed. He directed and acted in this incident, so what is the punishment?

On the other hand, Herme turned pale, and severely reprimanded Leila, but that was all, and then went to see Charlene.

Charron was lying on the bed now, and Herme, with his bruised nose and swollen face, looked scary, wondering if the Cossacks had beaten him too hard.

Then Herme did get what he wanted, and Charron used his leaky mouth—because a few teeth were missing—to express that he was currently incapable of commanding the troops, so he could only entrust the troops to Herme.

Naturally, Hemei talked about things like getting well and recovering from illness with peace of mind, but she was very happy in her heart, and finally took all the military power into her hands.

After returning to his camp, Herme summoned Vigoles and asked him why he hit him so hard, which made him feel a little scary.

And the Cossack leader seemed aggrieved in the face of Herme's accusation,

"I didn't hit that hard. According to your order, we don't hit hard at all. We will stop immediately after meeting your requirements. The bruises on his face must have nothing to do with me, and his missing teeth. You Wuqing just looked scary, it wasn’t really an injury at all. Besides, that guy never saw us, because he was as drunk as a dead dog that night, God knows why he took the initiative to say that Scoia’tael did it.”

Herme was taken aback by this statement. He thought it was Vigoles who was acting comprehensively, but it turned out that Charon was "directing and acting on his own". Then, Herme laughed again.

Okay, very good, since he is a smart person, he will save a lot of trouble.

But he also sighed very much, this is really a ruthless person, Herme thinks that he is completely incapable of doing his operations.

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"Ah, this really hurts."

In his tent, Charlene rubbed his cheek, the excruciating pain was really annoying.

Although it was healing, but looking at those soft cushions and gorgeous big bed, and the small table beside the bed was full of food and wine, it only made people feel that this person was here to enjoy.

Although he received a beating, he felt that it was totally worth it, and it was totally worth it to use a beating to avoid going to the battlefield.

He has always just wanted to mess around, and the court in the capital is where he is at home.

He likes to wander among all parties, to be a small political broker who can act as an intermediary between all parties, instead of catching Scoia'tael in the wild in the countryside.

But his uncle hoped that he could perform well. With his status, he couldn't be promoted by being in the court.

To really achieve something, he can only go to the army to strengthen the influence of the royal family in the army so that he can assist his cousin in the future.

But Charlene knew that this was just a reason. In fact, the uncle was taking care of himself and giving his half-brother a hand.

Anything to help his son succeed to the throne is incidental, but he is really not good at military affairs, let alone commanding.

He could only say that his uncle had found the wrong person. He didn't know how to fight at all, and he didn't want to learn and didn't want to learn.

So he did those things to Herme, made those hints, and hoped that Herme could do something, something that would allow him to step down from command smoothly.

Originally, he thought that after Herme realized his intentions, he would have to observe for a few more days, but he didn't expect that he would directly call up that night.

To be honest, Charron didn't mean to "exit" himself through this form, which was really painful.

But, since the result has been achieved, it's fine. In order to make the play more decent, he even added a little material himself.

In short, now it is enough to rest in peace and recuperate. When all this is over, return to Wengerburg with some ordinary achievements and do business for uncle.

Besides recuperating from his injuries, he mainly planned to make friends with Herme, a knight who had risen suddenly and had long been the focus of the court of Wengerburg.

Some hated him, some wanted to get close to him, but they didn't ignore him.

As a person who is good at traveling around the court and acting as a broker for the nobles, establishing a good relationship with Herme can only benefit the future, not harm.

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When Herme concentrated the military power in his hands, something also happened in the ruins of the ancient palace Kedev Gernwild deep in the decaying forest.

In the former palace of the Elf King, the roof of the ancient palace has long since disappeared, and the remaining walls have become ruins.

Wildflowers and grasses grow between the stone slabs on the ground. When the building is abandoned, it will naturally come back soon.

Coupled with those beautiful broken elf carvings, this is a perfect romantic ruin scene.

If a poet saw such a scene, he would probably write a poem about the decline of the glorious civilization of the elves, and then compete with his peers.

If some men and women can come here, it is estimated that this place will be used as a romantic hotbed for copulation.

But since the Scoia'tael took over the forest, it has nothing to do with humans, but no one came here before, after all, the ruins of the palace are so hidden.

As for now, even if they came, they would come as captives.

The captives stayed here for a while, and the squirrels would execute the human prisoners they caught, and then throw their bodies deep in the forest, and take their heads and stick them on the side of the road.

And the Scoia'tael did not forget to set up some traps near these corpses and heads. There are always humans who want to collect the corpses of their own kind, so they have fallen into their trap.

Groups of resting Scoia'tael broke the romantic scene belonging to the ruins of the palace. They wore green or brown robes with light armor underneath, and most of them had camouflage patterns on their faces.

Some of them were injured, they were simply bandaged, lying there dying, the smell of rust wafted in the air, but they seldom howled, just endured silently.

Although they were resting, the Scoia'tael remained vigilant. All the resters held their weapons in their arms, as if they could pull out their weapons in the next moment.

There are elf archers in the high places, and there are probably dark whistles in the forest outside the ruins.

The dwarves in the Scoia'tael are repairing their weapons. Although the elves occupy the main body of the Scoia'tael, other non-human races still exist.

The dwarves are the most important technicians of the Scoia'tael, they are very good at repairing and transforming weapons, and can produce many cruel weapons for the Scoia'tael, weapons that are more vicious than those sent by the smugglers.

Letting them toss about weapons and equipment is much more valuable than letting them go to the front line to fight.

However, most Scoia'tael commandos lacking manpower can only use such precious craftsmen in hand-to-hand combat.

After all, most Scoia'tael commandos consist of three to five people, and dozens of people are a large team.

As for the Scoia'tael on the scale of El Dann, there are only a few in the entire Northern Kingdom, and it is composed of dozens of Scoia'tael commandos.

Only those large commandos with sufficient manpower will gather the dwarves to the rear for equipment, and El Dann's commando is such a commando.

"Eldane, don't you see what our compatriots are suffering? If this continues, they will die!"

In the palace of the elven monarch of the past, which is also the only largely intact building in the ruins, an elf is speaking to an elf who is obviously dressed differently from other Scoia'tael.

His tone was intense, full of righteous indignation.

The elf who faced the accusation was wearing a green robe with a belt tied around his waist. He looked very capable. Under the robe was a set of chain mail.

The mud on the edge of the robe undoubtedly shows that he often walks in the wild, and the boots on his feet are also suitable for activities in the wild.

His face is very handsome, but now it is shrouded in camouflage paint, and there is only indifference and killing intent in the once gentle eyes.

"We can't go out now. Demawi has sent an army. We have to hide from the limelight during this time. The wounded can only endure. Whether they can survive depends on whether they can survive."

El Dann looked at a statue of a female elf in front of him who was lucky enough not to be destroyed by humans and said.

Since occupying this ancient palace, he has always looked at this masterpiece of art left by his ancestors, admiring its beauty, and reminiscing about the glory days of elves.

When he said those cruel words, his tone did not waver in the slightest.

"Since they have devoted themselves to the rebellion, they have to be mentally prepared for this moment. Rebellion is never just victory, but also sacrifice and death. It can even be said that there are only sacrifice and death in many cases."

"Damn it, El Dann, are you going to watch our compatriots die like this? We can only get supplies from smugglers now, but these bastards have raised the price, and we don't have that much money to buy medicine. Only go out Grab human things and sell these things to smugglers, so that we can exchange for supplies, and we can keep our compatriots alive."

The tone of the other elf was very intense, apart from anger, it was still anger.

He had seen a lot of Aldan's cruel behavior on weekdays, and he was quite upset at the time, but now that he was so indifferent to the wounded, his emotions finally broke out.

"Or are you afraid? Are you afraid when you see the human army? Eldan, didn't you say that you will resist to the end? Why do you see human beings coming to encircle and suppress you? Didn't you always put sacrifice and death on your shoulders? Mouth? Why don't you fight with humans to your heart's content, and then go to meet your sacrifice and death!"

The effect of the taunt was far beyond his expectation, because in the next moment, before the elf had time to react, he was strangled by Eldan.

"Gain, let me tell you, I have never been afraid of those humans, never, you have to remember this, next time you say something like this, I can't guarantee that it will be just like this."

El Dann strangled Gain's neck very hard. When he let go, Gain coughed again and again, and it took him a while before he stood up.

Then he backed away silently, not forgetting to give Eldan an angry look.

Watching his subordinates leave, the commando captain continued to look at the statue of the elf beauty, and continued to recall the past, and only by recalling the past could he not be in anger all the time.

"Eldane, I think you should have thought about it. If you agree to my terms, you will let those Aedirians be destroyed as you wish. And what you need to pay is your life. Didn't you do it a long time ago?" Are you ready to die? Isn't that what you desire?"

In the dilapidated hall where there should have been only El Dann alone, another voice sounded.

The voice was muffled, as if the owner of the voice was speaking through something.

As the space in a corner of the hall twisted, a person suddenly appeared in the hall.

The main color of this person's clothes is black, and there are many leather pockets hanging on the belt, which can be seen to be full of things.

The pockets are neatly arranged, as if in a military parade, and a black leather bag is hung on the shoulder, which looks heavy.

His head was covered by a black hood, covering half of his face, and as if that wasn't enough, he wore a pig's mouth mask, which Eldan knew was a gas mask.

The sound of urn and urn came from this mask.

The sun coat of arms on the chest undoubtedly indicated the identity of this person. He was from Nilfgaard, representing that southern empire.

"Niflgaardian, how long have you been there?"

El Dann frowned when he heard the voice.

However, he was not surprised by the appearance of this person. He always knew that the Nilfgaardian was nearby.

"After watching the farce just now, a farce of sacrifice and death, a cruel farce, I have to say, it is very rational, rational is very cruel."

There was a hint of a smile in the Nilfgaardian's tone, obviously mocking something.

El Dann didn't speak, and the Nilfgaardian warlock just waited quietly.

This Nilfgaardian appeared in the Rotten Forest a month ago. He came from the direction of Mahakam. He claimed to have entered the north with the mission sent by the empire to Mahakam, and then he left the team and came here. .

And he brought with him a nefarious plan from Imperial intelligence—or rather, a faction within it.

And this plan requires the cooperation of the Scoia'tael's elves.

Originally, El Dann dismissed the plan completely, because it was full of vicious witchcraft and crazy death, and it looked too sacrilegious.

But in this situation, it seems necessary to implement this plan...

Eldan understood that if humans were willing to pay the price to encircle him, no matter how much they paid, they could always achieve their goal. He couldn't guarantee that he could keep the commando.

Yes, his commando team was the largest in the entire northern kingdom, but this also caused problems, a large team was not conducive to concealment.

El Dann is not afraid of death, he has never been afraid, he is only afraid that he will not be able to avenge and kill more human beings.

Facing this siege, he thought that his commando was likely to fail.

And for his own revenge, it is also a good option to make some other preparations.

At least he can guarantee that he can cause trouble for humans after death, and maybe kill more humans.

I don't know how long the silence lasted, but Eldan finally spoke.

"Then let's see the vicious methods of you southern humans. I know you are using us, but if you can make those damned guys pay the price, I am worth it even if I die. At least, I am fighting for my beliefs." dead."

Eldan's answer made the man laugh, an evil laugh, a mad laugh.

The mellow laughter combined with the bleak environment made it seem quite terrifying for a moment, as if some madman's plan was about to kick off.

"Elf, you will not regret your choice. The empire's plan will allow you to fulfill your wish. May the great sun protect you."

After saying this, the Nilfgaardian warlock disappeared as the space distorted.

Eldan knew that this guy used illusion to distort his figure, it was just a trick, and he could still roughly determine where this guy was.

For example, right now, he is walking out of the palace of the Elf King.

So he didn't even look at the cryptic guy, he just went behind a boulder and picked up his lute.

The captain of the elf commando plucked the strings and played mournful music.

That was not the joyous song of men, but the lament of the elves of Ayn Sidi.

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The Scoia'tael was on the move, the Nilfgaardians were on the move, and by the same token, Herme was on the move.

Outside the decaying forest, Herme was busy training soldiers.

Although it was said that Charon had gone to "rehabilitate" and his army fell into his own hands, this army still needed to be reorganized.

Herme sold all those fancy shields and weapons, replaced them with heavy shields and spears, and then trained them again.

God knows what is going on with these weapons, Herme felt uncomfortable seeing them, and seriously doubted whether it had something to do with the kickback thing—and he guessed right, Charron's ignorance of military affairs caused this Condition.

In comparison, the weapons carried by the mercenaries before were more reliable.

Herme's training and Charon's playful training are completely different.

Charon didn't care much about these mercenaries, so he just hang out with them, which is not the case for Herme.

He made the Sechi Cossacks drill these bastards so hard, so hard that they just wanted to go to sleep after training every day.

This made the group of mercenaries howling, and many of them even wanted to run away. Compared with the leisurely life before, this is really too hard now.

However, Heme's Cossacks captured all the fleeing guys, and then slapped and killed these deserters one by one.

And those who survived had to be whipped, five lashes each, which greatly deterred deserters.

Fortunately, when the mercenaries realized that a tough guy was more popular with women than a colorfully dressed sissy, their attitudes naturally changed, and they began to train hard, and things finally got better.

However, the essence of this kind of thinking change is also a kind of "thinking for the better", but it is enough if it can play a role.

Even though it was difficult for Herme to make them take off the gaudy clothes, the mercenaries were still very firm about it. Seeing this, Herme no longer insisted. Since they like such fancy clothes, let them be fancy.

In addition to training mercenaries, Herme actively sent scouts to the decaying forest to investigate the situation, and contacted the few villages in the decaying forest.

These villages were almost entirely under the influence and control of the Scoia'tael, and Hemed brought them back into the hands of the Ardians.

And Hemei lost a lot in this process, and the decadent forest is the territory of the Scoia'tael.

Hemei's troops were constantly blocked by the Scoia'tael along the way, and various small-scale battles continued. The Scoia'tael prepared many traps for the encirclement and suppression army.

Herme's people did not suffer either. Although the Cossacks were not used to the environment in the northern forest, small-scale fighting had long been a part of their lives.

Isn't it just fighting in the forest? When everyone robbed each other before, they did it every day.

Although the place is different, the fighting skills have never been unfamiliar.

It's just that some guys rushed too hard as soon as they charged, and rushed directly into the traps preset by the Scoia'tael, and then fell into those cruel traps set by the elves.

Some people were led to the monster's lair by the elves, and were beaten up by the monster. Although they killed the monster in the end, these losses were completely unnecessary.

The elf's trap did disgust Herme's people, but fortunately, after learning their lesson, they also knew how to avoid such problems.

The Cossacks assigned by Heme had all been fulfilled, and Heme had successfully stationed troops in those villages to ensure his influence and power over the forest.

Don't underestimate these garrisons, they can even affect the activities of elves.

During the period, Heme also contacted Selchik on the border. This nobleman from Heme is now leading the army of Aedirn on the border.

Selchik said that if necessary, troops could be mobilized from him. After all, the biggest victim of Scoia'tael harassment was Selchik.

As a frontier guard, Selchik naturally has both political and military affairs in the local area, and the impact of Scoia'tael activities has caused a lot of trouble for his governance.

And Herme politely declined, and it is not yet time to use Selchik's military power.

What's more, he didn't have soldiers to supplement. After realizing that the new commander and his army were really doing real things, nearby villages and towns gathered an army of village heroes.

The nearby villages and towns were the most harassed by El Dann's Scoia'tael, and in every village more or less people died at the hands of the Scoia'tael.

So when it comes to cleaning up the Scoia'tael, everyone's attitude is basically: I must help the scene, the sooner those elves die, the better.

When Charron was in the past, they didn't help because they felt too unreliable looking at Charron, but Herme was different. It was obvious that they were serious to suppress, not a boastful playboy.

The militia consisted of 500 people, all of whom were armed basically. Several rich merchants who had been robbed of the caravan provided them with equipment, and thirteen local property knights led them.

Merchants want the Scoia'tael to die the most, because of their existence, the trade costs of merchants have risen wildly, which is too uncomfortable for them.

Although the posture of these militiamen holding weapons is too much like holding farm tools, at least they are reliable and can be used, and they are familiar with the local terrain.

In addition, if there were not enough males in each village to maintain farming and prevent the land from being barren, Hemei might have thousands of people to help.

Hemei attaches great importance to the relationship with these villages, because he needs to use the manpower of these villages as much as possible.

For this reason, he often went to these villages to negotiate with the local elders and villagers, and promised them to expel the Scoia'tael.

There are also visits to local landlords and nobles, as well as businessmen and guild leaders in towns, to gain the support of powerful people in these places. They are still waiting and watching, and have not yet contributed much.

The power in their hands is also considerable, and the help they can provide is also huge.

These visits went very well, after all, everyone was troubled by the Scoia'tael problem, and Herme was sent by the king to solve this problem.

Everyone said that if Herme needs it, they will definitely send their own strength, but how reliable these words are, we can only wait and see at that time.

At the same time as the wooing of these local forces has been completed, Hemei already has a general idea of ​​the encirclement and suppression. Now the map is in place, and the work can begin.

And with the ancient maps found in the nearby town halls being sent, plus the information collected in the recent series of battles, Herme basically already counted them all.

The next thing to do is to officially start the encirclement and suppression plan.

　It took some time to prepare for the [-]D update, readers please forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)