I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 77 Building a Wall with Tree Trunks

Li Moss shook her head: "Never seen it."

The saintess was initially quite pleased with herself, feeling that she finally had a chance to outdo the craftsman.

But the other person's calm expression made her feel somewhat smug.

She had no choice but to explain: "There are three types of horses."

"One type is the giant horse used for plowing and transporting goods. These horses are strong, but they can't run fast."

"One type is a horse that can be ridden. This kind of horse can run, but once a person wears armor and rides it, it can only run."

"One type is the dragon-horse, which is actually used for battle. These horses are said to have dragon blood, but I have never seen any dragon characteristics. Only the Church of Light has the knowledge of how to breed dragon-horses and the necessary materials. These are the horses that nobles use in battle, and the Church of Light has imposed many restrictions on them."

Li Mosi nodded.

These might be common sense to Haki Saint.

But this was something that the original owner, a craftsman from a manor, could never have understood.

The saintess continued, "Dragon horses are much larger than ordinary horses. Even when they wear armor and are ridden by armored warriors, they can still run and jump as usual."

The Church of Light strictly controls Longma to prevent remote nobles from harboring any ill intentions.

A baron in such a border region can only acquire a maximum of five horses, which is barely enough for him to protect his own territory!

As for fighting with ordinary mounted horses?

That would be far too easy for accidents to happen because the horse was killed.

Usually, if the horse dies, the person also dies.

Even the lowest knight wouldn't do that.

At most, they could form a light cavalry unit as cannon fodder or use it for messenger purposes.

Li Mosi nodded, then suddenly thought of another question: "Do nobles have fixed methods of warfare?"

He had just realized that the Middle Ages, with their extraordinary powers, were still the Middle Ages.

Perhaps during the last operation, the slave-catching team displayed an unusual stubbornness, not just recklessness.

It was also related to Zwan's command.

"Isn't it just like the last battle?"

The saintess was taken aback, but then she realized it was Li Mosi who had asked, so she wasn't surprised anymore.

"Oh, among nobles, uh..."

She instinctively wanted to memorize a whole bunch of things, from the "battle rules" among nobles to "practical military tactics," she memorized a lot of them.

But now it seems like none of them match up.

Seeing the saintess unsure of what to say, Li Mosi asked more carefully.

"Like during the last battle?"

The saintess, whose process was stalled, finally nodded: "Begin to form ranks and don armor at a distance of two thousand to three thousand five hundred paces. At four hundred paces, enter the range of javelins and powerful bows. Begin the charge at a distance of two hundred paces."

Knights and warriors clad in heavy armor can charge from a shorter distance.

But that's the general idea.

Zi'an asked in confusion, "But last time, the distance we covered in armor and during the charge was much shorter."

The saintess instinctively replied, "Perhaps it's because you don't have bows and crossbows."

Li Mosi felt that this should also be the truth.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "How do you deal with heretics? Or do you fight like this when you're hunting?"

"I have never participated in actual warfare."

The saint shook her head, immediately issuing a disclaimer.

"The main force deployed against heretics is the Church's Guardian Warriors; the nobles and their soldiers only assist in maintaining the front lines and transportation."

"If it's hunting, those nobles will drive the prey to different terrains to restrict their movement, and then it's a showy performance that disgusts me."

"I understand." Li Mosi nodded. "Now, let me move on to the third point, which is to defeat those people..."

He doesn't really need to elaborate on this point.

Li Mosi walked to the stone table, picked up the ink stick, opened the "Leshan Shui" map, and began to draw it by hand.

"Terrain is an aid to warfare. This time, we will make use of the terrain."

Do you enjoy hunting?

Then let's use the full amount of bait!

Li Mosi drew the approximate terrain based on the map provided by [Leshanshui].

"This is the cave at the foot of the mountain, and we'll be fighting here from here."

He drew a circle in the northeast direction of the cave at the foot of the mountain.

This location is close to the northern exit of the natural depression.

……

"They don't have that on them?"

No, no.

"Indeed, Chief."

"Okay, you guys go and rest now."

Snap, snap...

After asking his question, Zi Yi walked back to the base that was under construction.

The sounds of picks and hoes digging into the ground continued. He glanced at the goblins digging vigorously in front of him, and then at the slaves chopping wood not far away.

The pit is almost finished.

After confirming that there were no problems, he climbed the steep slope and walked over to Li Mosi, who was admiring the scenery.

"Master, I just asked Big Eyes and the others. The humans who were chasing them didn't bring any crossbows or bows and arrows."

The Big-Eyed Goblin is named Big-Eyed, which fits the naming conventions for goblins.

Li Mosi nodded.

"These guys go hunting without bows and arrows."

It's like a joke.

"Tsk."

Haki clicked his tongue.

"You need a bow and arrow to hunt down goblins? Those are nobles."

They also brought a bow and arrows.

That would take up so much shipping space!

Li Mosi and Zi Yi glanced at her together, then ignored her.

Zi Yi thought of another question.

"Master, what was the method used to draw the straight line just now?"

He had just seen his master make a few gestures with a "pen" and then quickly draw a beautiful frame on the ground with a twig!

Li Mosi stopped working on the wooden spear: "That's called the Pythagorean theorem."

He took a brush out of the pocket on his apron and drew a right triangle on the ground with it.

"Do you remember the numbers I taught you?"

"I remember, my teacher."

"The shortest line is three pens long, and the slightly longer line is four pens long. Multiply the lengths of these two lines by their own length."

Li Mosi was writing and drawing on the ground when the saintess's eyes widened in surprise.

"Finally, if the sum of the lengths of these two lines equals the product of the longest line and its own length, then the angle is 90 degrees. This is the angle of a standard square, or the angle inside a circle cut into four parts."

"You actually understand?!"

The saintess cried out in surprise.

Although this knowledge shouldn't be called the "Pythagorean theorem," the content is the same!

But this is knowledge that only high-ranking nobles would learn!

Even if an ordinary craftsman could use it, he wouldn't understand the underlying calculation principles!

The craftsman in front of me actually knew this.

He is by no means a simple nobleman!

Her voice attracted the attention of many people around her.

They glanced at it and then continued working.

Li Mosi picked at her ear: "You can say that, so you understand, right? Keep quiet."

"Can't you at least show some respect between nobles?! Ugh—"

Li Mosi stuffed vines into Hagi Saint's mouth, leaving her only with impotent rage.

The saintess was furious and turned to look around.

She glanced at the goblins digging pits below the steep slope, then at the captives cutting down trees to the north.

What exactly is this craftsman trying to do?

She was puzzled.

Last night, she only saw the craftsman draw something for his two apprentices, who then looked at it for a while and said they understood.

She was tied up and couldn't get close enough to see.

They did some addition and subtraction exercises and recitations before going to sleep.

As a result, early this morning, more than forty goblins appeared to be moving house.

They brought almost everything they needed and moved it all to the cave at the foot of the mountain.

Food, tools, prisoners... they even brought down two haystacks and three donkeys that they usually used for training!

They left many things in the caves at the foot of the mountain, and then came to this place.

The saintess looked at the sun, then turned to look around.

If her judgment is correct, this place should be to the northwest of the tribe.

Here, the natural path at the foot of the mountain almost comes to an end, and ahead lies a vast, flat forest.

This forest is not completely green like the places we've seen before.

This is because it is a mixed forest dominated by beech trees, interspersed with oak trees.

Beech trees, taller than twenty people, blocked out the sky, their leaves turning fiery red or golden in autumn.

A thick layer of fallen leaves covered the ground, rustling softly in the wind.

The birdsong echoed through the woods.

peaceful.

very beautiful.

It's just a bit cold.

Zi Yi took out a roll of paper from inside his clothes.

"Master, once the wall is built, is the next step to dig the pit?"