Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 702 - 502 Peripheral Reaction_2

Chapter 702: Chapter 502 Peripheral Reaction_2

"This is a matter of personal philosophy, I won’t argue with you today. The important business must be addressed first, let’s continue..."

Gaven and his peers didn’t completely adopt General Kopofiel’s suggestion to use the Knights he brought as all the commanding officers for the civilian battalions. Instead, they adopted a compromise by selecting one Knight and one capable local citizen from Darama to form a team to establish a hundred-person civilian battalion.

This was, of course, to facilitate their work in Darama—after all, having someone familiar around makes things easier.

This wasn’t an absolute measure; in the end, it depended on the abilities they demonstrated once in their positions.

Some truly lived up to their names and, even without the assistance of familiar locals, they managed the civilians under their command with ease.

Others were in name only and were removed from their positions and replaced half a day after assuming them.

Overall, the former was more common, proving that General Kopofiel’s vision was indeed sharp.

As Zalanda said, these front-line Commanders would be Gaven’s new eyes, hands, and feet. As long as he controlled them, he controlled the entire army, the whole territory.

As one battalion after another got its qualified commanders in place, the framework of the migration legion was being built up and rapidly expanding and enriching before one’s very eyes.

As time went on, instead of the initial confusion, it became easier to manage and to direct.

Especially with the establishment of the Flank Pioneer Army and the Nort Guard Legion, the civilians became even more enthusiastically cooperative. These two legions could either be their Guardians or their oppressors, depending on the civilians’ own performance.

There’s no need to say much about the Nort Guard Legion; initially planned to be a thousand strong, it expanded to twelve hundred actual members after the enlargement. Nola, young in age but an experienced commander, was indisputably strong. She had always directly subdued those under her command with her fists, and along with a Transcendent mount, no one dared to openly challenge her. Moreover, this berserk, large woman was a follower of Lady Strategy rather than the King of War Tempus, with a clever mind for all sorts of military strategies and tactics hidden beneath her rough exterior.

Leading an already elite heavy cavalry, all of whom were her close followers for over half a year, expanding on this base was naturally much easier.

In comparison, the formation of the newly-started Flank Pioneer Army proved to be more difficult.

Not only was Darren’s strength and reputation insufficient to convince the masses, the war chariots used by the Flank Pioneer Army were a new type of war machine that everyone was experiencing for the first time.

Since it was called the Flank Pioneer Army and not the Light Cavalry Pioneer Army, it was obviously built around this type of war machine.

Darren quickly showed why General Kopofiel viewed him in high regard; he had a knack for understanding and applying tactics with new technologies that was uniquely his own.

It wasn’t just derived from the Path of War; he also had his innate talents, seemingly born for this role.

He soon presented a paper on the formation methods and tactical applications of the Flank Pioneer Army. Although the handwriting was as crude as that of an eight or nine-year-old child, the contents were insightful and compelling, making Gaven slap the table in admiration. Darren had not only grasped the essence of using the chariots but also deeply understood Gaven’s intentions for establishing the Flank Pioneer Army.

Compared to the fast strike force of light cavalry, even at their fastest, the Flank Pioneer Army’s war chariots could not move as quickly, and certainly could not match the speed of the heavy cavalry.

After all, the flank vehicles that Gaven had prepared were only light compared to tower-shaped war chariots, and compared to ordinary, they were still bulkier than heavy freight wagons, requiring at least two horses for agile handling.

However, as a pioneer force for the civilian migrant legion, the Flank Pioneer Army was more than capable.

So, the main responsibility of the Flank Pioneer Army wasn’t fast assault but steady advancement, laying the groundwork for the civilian migrant legion, setting up camp, and performing various support troop duties like cooking and so forth.

In case of encountering an enemy, their role wasn’t to kill the enemy but to quickly form a chariot formation to stall the enemy, waiting for the civilian migrant legion to press forward in full force or for the Nort Guard Legion to flank the enemy before deciding whether to launch an offensive.

In sum, the essence of the Flank Pioneer Army lay in defense, not offense.

Darren had seized upon this point.

The issue of winning over the others was naturally resolved with the assistance of Kellysha and the Goliath Battle Group she led.

The racial characteristics of the Goliaths leaned towards being soldiers; they revered teamwork, competition in friendship, and having the strong lead them.

Moreover, they lacked the arrogant demeanor of larger races, treating everyone capable of competing with them on an equal footing with fairness.

They naturally found it very easy to win the favor of those mercenaries, professional soldiers, and Knights.

Kellysha’s way of dealing with unruly mercenaries was essentially the same as Nola’s: by subduing them with sheer force.

But when applied, there were subtle differences.

Compared to individual competition, she preferred group competitions.

The Goliath Battle Group she led fully exemplified what it meant to be unbeatable in foot combat.

It wasn’t just about fifty against fifty.

Even when it was fifty against five hundred, opponents ten times their number, they were fearless. Regardless of gender, they all laughed heartily as they rushed towards their enemies swinging their massive fists. Some, in their zeal, lifted an opponent to use as a weapon, causing several of them to be seriously wounded and eventually prohibiting the use of such moves, as well as forbidding the Barbarians from going Berserk.