Knight: Conquest Begins with Grinding Proficiency

Tell me about your situation.

Young Master Holmes pointed to the sofa on the left side of the tent and invited Gerns to sit down: "No rush, sit down and talk slowly, there's still plenty of time."

"Thank you, sir."

After thanking Master Holmes, Gerns went straight to the sofa and sat down.

Seeing Holmes's eagerness for knowledge, Gerns thought to himself, "The opportunity has come."

Gerns wasn't a very good storyteller; he simply treated the memories left by this body as his own experiences and recounted them to the best of his ability.

These experiences lacked the passion of rampaging across the battlefield; they were simply his life-or-death struggles as a common soldier for victory, and what he saw and heard on the battlefield.

Young Master Holmes was not bored by Gerns's poor storytelling; on the contrary, he became more and more interested as he listened.

This kind of ordinary person's experience of being caught up in the war, like a gentle stream flowing under a small bridge, was obviously more attractive to him than the heroic and divine experiences his teacher boasted about.

Young Master Holmes immersed himself in the story told by Gerns, becoming completely engrossed in its dangers and thrills.

"Would a strongman like my teacher, Knight Reinald, with the strength of a low-level Gold Knight, be able to move with ease on the battlefield?"

Young Master Holmes looked at the young man, who was about the same age as him, with a hint of eager anticipation.

Gerns gently shook his head.

"I have never seen a strongman of the Gold Rank on the battlefield, but according to my colleagues who came back alive, a Silver Rank peak knight was immediately overwhelmed by the surrounding soldiers after cutting down a squad. He disappeared after igniting a three-foot-high blood flower."

After hearing Gerns's account, young master Holmes clearly could not accept this fact, as a peak Silver-rank knight was at least a battalion commander in the armies of both countries.

How could such a powerful person die so easily? Just like a normal person, he was swallowed up by the crowd?

Looking back, in this war involving hundreds of thousands of people, even the strongest Silver Rank cultivators could only barely defend themselves.

Then Gerns went on to tell many stories from the battlefield, and the deeds of every soldier who gave their lives to secure the final victory in the battle.

Especially when there are injuries or disabilities in the team, teammates will rescue the injured person at the appropriate time, if conditions permit.

Gerns survived under these circumstances.

If the entire team is trapped in the heart of the battlefield and there is no way to bring them back to the rear, the teammate will take matters into their own hands and give them a quick death, after obtaining the consent of the person or their teammate.

Neither side needed prisoners; everyone knew that it was better to end it all quickly than to be captured, dragged around, and left to die.

Gerns went on and on, telling a long but well-organized story.

In the story, Gerns did not reveal that the original owner of this body had already died. He only mentioned that he was seriously injured in a recent battle and was rescued by his own soldiers.

After all, even in a fantasy world with extraordinary powers, such a thing would be considered possession by evil spirits, and might even bring undeserved disaster upon oneself.

After the story ended, whether it was Lord Holmes reminiscing or Gerns reminiscing, a brief silence fell over the tent.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After a brief silence, young master Holmes clapped his hands: "Not bad, no wonder you've made a name for yourself in the military. You seem to have some skill and courage. The battle in which the Warhawk Legion annihilated the enemy forces in Edra Canyon not only shocked the two warring countries, but also caused a sensation in the surrounding countries. I didn't expect that a nobody like you would be involved."

"This is just a small battle, sir, you flatter me."

Although Gerns had no experience in officialdom, he had seen a glimpse of it. He offered one polite and respectful remark after another, trying his best to present himself as a capable yet humble subordinate to Young Master Holmes.

"It's truly remarkable that you've accomplished this. So, tell me, what brings you here today?"

Young Master Holmes narrowed his eyes, his voice becoming more forceful and genuine as he asked the question.

Upon hearing this, Gerns immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying without hesitation, "Your subordinate only hopes to follow you in future battles and fight alongside you against the enemy."

These words were summarized by Gerns during his struggles in his previous life. Since young master Holmes is now building his own team, he will definitely also build a new army.

At this point, Gerns doesn't need to openly seek an official position; he only needs to demonstrate his loyalty.

"I understand your situation. Now that you've chosen to follow me, you'll naturally receive your share of the benefits."

Young Master Holmes rubbed his nose wearily: "I've accepted your wine and monster core. Go back and wait for news. I need to rest."

Young Master Holmes waved his hand, and Gerns understood perfectly, deciding not to bother him any longer, as he had already achieved his goal.

After leaving Master Holmes' tent, Gerns whistled as he walked toward his own squad's tent.

Gerns decided to spend the night at the camp again, and as for Sylphie, he hadn't initially intended to bring her along.

Although Gerns had seen through Sylphy's little scheme the night before.

But when I think about how this place has just experienced war and has not yet rebuilt its order, I realize that no matter how capable a woman is, she is helpless and alone during wartime, and no matter where she is, she will ultimately be the one who is bullied.

But considering that the woman's advice last night had been helpful to some extent, Gerns felt it was still necessary to bring her along on the day they broke camp.

Although to some extent this woman's perspective is limited by her own identity and past life experiences, her intelligence and wit are still what Gerns currently values.

With such a "strategist" who can solve his problems and offer advice, does Gerns still need to worry about the difficulties he will encounter in his future career?

……

At noon, the shouts of soldiers training could be heard from time to time in the military camp, which meant that the army was about to set off. Each squad leader was training the soldiers in his squad.

As the saying goes, "Even last-minute preparation can be effective."

Inside the dark green tent in the very center of the military camp, the atmosphere was different from that outside; the quiet atmosphere contrasted sharply with the shouts and calls of the soldiers training outside the tent.

Sitting at the head of the table was a mature-looking, upright middle-aged man with brown hair and a dark beard.

This is Baron Enkes, the father of young Master Holmes Enkes.

Baron Enkes is forty years old this year. His long-standing high position and considerable strength put a lot of pressure on everyone else present. Before he spoke, no one dared to utter a sound.

"We will attack Senos City in five days. The military has given all corps a strict order to meet at Gotel City within two months, so we must act quickly this time."

The Baron immediately assigned tasks for the meeting upon speaking, his unquestionable tone leaving no room for argument.

"It seems the military is also anxious, but that's understandable. After all, the Jaguar Legion next door and our Lionheart Legion have had a long-standing conflict, so it's no wonder those people in the military are worried. But right now, our legion is short two company commander positions. What do you think, sir?"

The speaker was Gorte, the captain of the first squadron. Unlike Uncle Reger, who became captain based on seniority and bravery, Captain Gorte relied on his intellect and wisdom.

Only he dared to speak like that in front of the Baron.

After the victory in the canyon battle a month and a half ago, the hostile Kingdom of Creek was like a naked lamb, exposed to the iron cavalry of the Kingdom of Collington.

The three provinces of the Kingdom of Krik form an irregular triangle. The western province of Hessas is on the verge of collapse after suffering a defeat in the recent Battle of the Canyon.

After the regular army of the Kingdom of Krik was annihilated, the remaining two provinces had no decent resistance force.

After deliberation, the kingdom's leadership decided to divide the forces into three groups.

"Yes, that makes sense. Although this attack on Senos City is just a stepping stone, these two positions have been vacant for some time, and it's time to choose suitable replacements before the attack."

Baron Enkais nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, looked around at the company commanders present, and then asked, "Do you have any suitable candidates? You can recommend someone."