Nine Goblins by T. Kingfisher, 160 pages.
Goblin troops aren't exactly elite, to put things mildly. They're smelly, rude, cowardly, and lack any intelligence to speak of. But when a troop of nine of them end up deep behind enemy lines after an unfortunate encounter with an enemy wizard, it's up to sergeant Nessilka to get her troops home safely. But despite its calm appearance, the forest they find themselves in is somehow even more dangerous than the battlefield they left, and Nessilka will need help if she wants to get anyone out of this alive.
This was a disappointingly unoriginal take on goblins from Kingfisher, who I expected something really interesting from. I was unsurprised to learn when I read the author's note that this was a reprint of her first book, which was originally self-published. It is still a fun, if fairly basic plot, but the amount of disbelief I had to suspend that the goblins hadn't driven themselves to extinction yet was a little hard to scrounge up. I would recommend reading any other Kingfisher.
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