Chapter 8 Go to the front line, soldier

Because the content of the annotation is: It mainly prevents this young man from going out and drinking. As an extremely prestigious court magician, he does not want his disciples to be too addicted to women.

"..." Maglin's eyes were black with anger. He could imagine that when the old Pooh villain was holding wine in the study and writing his plan on the paper with a bad smile, he looked forward to bumping into him one day. In front of the knight who couldn't help laughing, he gritted his teeth and asked fiercely, "So the respected store manager, does my well-known Uncle Weenny still ask you to return it to him as soon as you find that I withdraw cash?"

"It's an urgent report." Maya's store manager also seemed to understand that the relationship between the master and apprentice was so abnormal that he couldn't help it.

Maglin stretched out his leg and said, "I knew it. No wonder he was so serious when he gave me the token. I thought he had changed his character, this old man! I'm going to tell all his scandals." The knights burst out laughing. Maya's store manager also laughed out of breath. For many years, some people dared to scold Winnie's magician for not dying, but this is really refreshing.

"In this case, Maya store manager, please prepare the best wine, the best dishes, and prepare a beautiful woman for these knights alone. What are you looking at? I don't use it myself. In addition, everyone prepares 100 gold coins and packs them in bags. In addition..."

Gizert couldn't help but persuade him, "Meglin, don't fool around."

"Your Excellency, you don't have the famous magician I know. Believe me, if I don't retaliate against him, he will look down on me.

There are eating, drinking and women, and there is no risk. Gaizet feels the murderous spirit of the brothers around him. Do these bastards want to beat up the officers?! Gaezette shrank his head, but how could a good officer disappoint his brothers? I'd better shut up.

Maya, a store manager, believes that he will never forget today. He quickly called his son and must have a good relationship with Maglin, who has long horns on his head. At that time, he just didn't have eyes, and was almost tortured to death by the villain Wellsween.

"Sure enough, he is a master and apprentice, no, the adoptive father and adopted son. None of the biological ones are so suitable. Maya sighed when he ran around in person to meet Maglin's requirements. Maglin was very serious and meticulous. After squandering the funds of the branch to the maximum extent possible, he left Ayr City with the satisfied brothers the next day.

From here to the north, there is the battlefield.

After the Maya store manager sent away the group of villains of the Royal Knights who caused a sensation in Ayr City yesterday, he immediately reported what happened to Wells in a very gloating tone.

Maglin doesn't care about this. Anyway, Old Pooh is not hit back by himself. Maybe he will still feel bored.

The war horse is running.

He and the brothers around him have put everything behind yesterday. The closer he is to the Rhine front line, the closer the atmosphere is, the heavier the atmosphere is. In the air, the elements seem to be mixed with the smell of blood.

Maglin finally really understood why ordinary first-class magicians are useless in war. Under the influence of the golden horse and the killing spirit of the battlefield, everything on the battlefield is indeed different from usual. If you don't have enough mental control, you can't call for elements and resonance with yourself.

But things are always two-sided. Once you can use magic on the battlefield, the magic attack effect is much sharper than usual.

Gradually, under the leadership of Gaizet, the army passed through the jurisdiction of the Flame Legion. Everyone in the Duke's House knew about the feud between Maglin and Flame Sauron, and they didn't stay here much. The kind brothers even sent special manpower to go through the formalities with the Flame Legion alone. Don't let Maglin come into contact with them.

Maglin can't explain, and he is too lazy to talk. Let them be kind.

Three days have passed.

The jurisdiction of the Royal Knights appeared.

In the distance, Mount Hallelujah has also been reflected in Maglin's eyes. The top of the mountain is covered with snow and the sky. The mountains below are connected to the ground.

The main peak of Shenshan Mountain is like a sword towards the sky, and the main body of the mountain is magnificent and amazing.

Looking at the mountain, he ran for another two days. I passed by the camps of many armies under the jurisdiction of the Royal Knights. I just came to the core barracks of the Royal Knights.

This is the place where the elites of the whole country converge.

The soldiers' armor is bright and their eyes are sharp. Compared with the reserve forces stationed elsewhere, it is more fierce. Maglin followed in the army and watched Gaezet go to negotiate with the guards. He looked north, which was very close to the Rhine River. In winter, the upper reaches of the river were frozen and the water was exhausted, so the barbarians always came to attack in this season.

Because of the evil deeds of the other party, the result is that the fertile South Coast Field can only be desolate and become a battlefield.

In three hundred years or even longer, countless warriors died here. Their bodies and blood melted into the earth. The color of the earth became strange dark red, and the land was moistened like ointment.

So, at the foot of Mount Hallelujah, the field defended by the Royal Knights is called Red Square.

Less than 60 miles past, it was the frozen Rhine River. In addition to the Duke's latest guard, the elite front-line troops of the Royal Knights camped there.

That's the most dangerous place. Leaving the camp is the glacier, drawing a knife is killing, and the face of the barbarian can be seen.

The Duke's own army is ready to support his comrades-in-arms in front of him at any time, sweeping the savage warriors who have experienced glaciers, arrow rains, and fighting with the sharp assault of cavalry, and can barely stand on the south bank. The group of uncivilized guys who were willing to be controlled and enslaved by the dark elves. In the Gordon era, they were just some indigenous people on the northernmost grassland.

However, in the late Gothic period, under the rule of the dark elves, their population increased sharply and gradually went south.

Gordon shed the last drop of blood and sweat in the long war with them and the internal consumption with the Holy See, and then the huge dynasty that had countless famous ministers and generals collapsed.

The Locke family, who stood up drinking Gordon's blood, raised the rose flag. He also inherited Gordon's fate.

Nowadays, the national strength of the empire is getting weaker and weaker. The emperor is ambitious and hopes to reform, because he sees that his country is on the same road as the previous dynasty, and it will be irreparable.

Will the enemies inside and outside, and the heavy fate of the country, overwhelm the strong soldier?

Maglin silently looked at the Duke's military flag, the familiar emblem.

Robert, that glorious name.

Gizet is back. Under the gestures of the guards with serious expressions, the three hundred cavalry disarmed and then entered the barracks. In the barracks of 5,000 direct troops, the soldiers are silently preparing for the war under the leadership of officers at all levels.

Maiglin heard the sadness of the war horse, which was the last movement before the injured and incurable war horse was slaughtered by the tearful owner. In the treatment account with the red cross mark, the magicians in white robes majoring in light magic, and medical officers are in and out.

With a calm face, Gezit took his subordinates to the designated tent.

In addition to the messenger. During non-war periods, the battalion is not allowed to ride horses.

Three hundred war horses followed the master, and the psychic animals that felt the atmosphere of war were much quieter. Only Lei Mington looked around, as if he was a little impatient with this quietness.

Maiglin pulled it and patted it on the head. The battalion of 5,000 cavalry is much larger than the battalion of the 10,000-person corps of normal infantry. Because in addition to 5,000 cavalry, there are also the placement of war horses and the placement of 2,000 guard infantry, etc. The Duke's main account is here.

The personnel under a coach, as well as the people and things of the entire command system are there.

The Robert's tent from the gate to the middle is a very wide flat road, with two powerful guards standing on both sides. On weekdays, you are not allowed to walk on this road except for the coach. So after entering the door, Maglin turned to the auxiliary road on the side of the Avenue.

Gaizet is an adult's personal soldier, and the 300 cavalry he led is also the elite of the escort this time.

So he took Maglin and others to the big tent.

As he walked, he looked at the barracks on the edge of the Red Square, the core of the entire imperial army at this moment, from the cracks of the burly guards carrying him on his back.

After walking for ten minutes, Maglin had seen several waves of messengers rush into the camp, and then galloped out. Orders were issued from the owner of the tent, and then to the person he asked to arrive. The army immediately made adjustments according to his orders or began to attack and defense.

The soldiers of the country along the river, the main body and vassal of the three legions, the logistics behind, and the Templars. There are now no more than 500,000 soldiers and millions of logistics personnel on the northern land of the empire.

There are also no less than these number of barbarians on the other side.

The fight must have reached the most tragic moment. Even the guards under the Duke have gone to the battlefield. To such a level, the battle on the front line is beyond the imagination of Maglin now.

The rookie who has never been to the battlefield is excited by the Xiao Killing of the barracks. He can't make up his mind a little. As long as the soldiers who have never been to the battlefield have courage, they are always eager to experience it. When he went to the battlefield and killed an enemy or more with his own hands, and when he came back safely, he would be much better the second time.

Finally, like a veteran, he waited for orders and did his own things calmly.

Finally, in front of the Duke's tent, the territory of 300 people. A groom came to pick up the horses in the hands of the knights. The knights walked into the tent one after another. After Gizert finished the arrangement, he walked to the duke's tent.

Maglin was ordered to wait. As for how he arranged, Gaet had to wait for the Duke's order.

Sure enough, the coach ordered Maglin to see him in his spare time.

Maglin immediately followed the messenger towards him. Just before he reached the big tent, he heard the familiar hissing sound of thunder. He turned his head and saw that thunder was rubbing his head against a black war horse with the same physique as him. Is that his father or brother?

As a war horse, it's better to incite it. But the particularly excellent war horse will not. A famous horse like Lei Mingdun is even less. But this will also cause some trouble.

For example, when you see a hen, these guys will be tough and brainless. Seeing that the same kind is not incited will be more tough and irrational.

It can only be brothers who can be so close.

Maglin was thinking nonsense and almost hit his head on the back of the guard who stopped in front of him. Maglin, wearing the armor of Aleusus, also attracted the attention of some officers or staff officers going in and out of the tent.

The relationship between Maiglin and the Duke is no longer a secret in the army. But how will the Duke fuck him? The more people who are close to the Duke know that when he is in the army, the Duke has no feelings at all, and the more familiar he is, the stricter he is.

Dina, who only entered the army that year, has a military stick once a month on average.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Maglin is here." The messenger station shouted straight at the large open tent door.

A majestic and familiar voice came: "There is no need to untie the knife, come in."

The messenger stepped aside, and Maglin strode in.

The interior of the wide tent is divided into three parts. Right opposite the gate is the position of the commander and the seats of the two high-level military councils of the army. On the left is the sand table map and other military weapons used by the duke. On the right is the office of senior staff officers, intelligence officers and other officers.

The duke in gold armor was pressing a long knife, slightly tilting his body, looking at the gate.

The light and shadow flashed, and Maglin strode in.

It is 20 steps away from the big account gate to the position of the coach.

The big account is deep.

The two closest guards are standing on both sides in front of the Duke. They are all looking at Maglin.

Maglin stepped forward step by step and went all the way to the parallel of the first row of seats. Standing up, he looked at the Duke on the tent and made a military salute and said loudly, "Report to the Duke, Lieutenant Maglin of the Royal Knights has been ordered to report."

"Cancel his rank of lieutenant. Listed as a first-class soldier.

"Yes." A staff officer next door stood up and then sat down again.

Maglin stood straight and let a personal guard come down. He went to the lieutenant's logo on his chest and arm. The staff officer seemed to be modifying the military status.

"Although Your Majesty has made you a lieutenant of the Empire, this is in the army. Soldiers who do not start with a small soldier are not qualified to be grassroots officers. Do you understand?"

"I understand. My lord."

"Humph. Do you really understand? I don't think you are convinced?

"No, my lord."

"The armor is good."

I don't know what to answer. The staff guards around also stopped their work and were ready to watch the fun. It was rare for the Duke to be so angry and not scary.

"Why don't you talk? Do you think the armor is not good?

"Your Excellency, I will match this armor and the name of the hero."

"Hmm." The Duke hummed twice, as if he had a toothache.

Looking up and down at Maigreen, the Duke asked, "How's the magic?" I heard that you are very good along the way. Gaet ate you and drank yours in Ayr City, so he said a lot of good words.

"Lord Hui, I am good at magic. I believe that you can protect your comrades-in-arms and kill the enemy on the battlefield.

"It seems that you really want to go to the front line?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Some people strongly recommend that you stay with me to protect me. What do you think?"

"Your Excellency, thank you for someone's kindness, but I'm a soldier first."

The staff officers are smiling with low hair. The Duke couldn't help it. When he received the urgent letter a few days ago, the Duke was angry. Of course, someone is Miss Grace. The Duke was reluctant to scold Keres, but he must take revenge on Meglin. In front of his family, the Duke is just a normal and somewhat abnormal father.

"The thunder is left."

"Yes, my lord."

"You are not qualified to enter the elite camp now. Roll into the front-line Lamor army and start with the soldiers. You can wear this armor, take the knife Harlem gave you, and the bow stolen to you by someone. I hope you are worthy of good armor and weapons. I won't pay more attention to you, let alone expect any care before you are killed or made contributions. Do you understand, Sergeant Maygreen?"

"I understand. My lord."

The Duke waved his hand, and a personal soldier came out. Maglin immediately made another military salute and followed the personal soldier out. Behind him came the sound of the Duke losing his helmet.

And, the Duke said not very loudly, "The battlefield is not a arena, boy."

Outside the account, Maglin touched Lei Ming Dun's head. Along the way, Lei Ming Dun has admitted that he is the little master, and Lei Ming Dun, who is still making out with his brother, seems to feel that Mag Green is leaving it. The psychic war horse looked at Maglin doubtfully and stretched out his head to bite his robe. The dark horse on his side also hissed.

The Duke's cough came from the tent.

Maglin rubbed his forehead, patted the thunder, turned around and followed the Duke's personal guard to the camp where he came here with him. After explaining the situation to Gaezet, he took the package he brought in his hand.

"Do you want him to go to General Lamore?"

"Yes, and go to the front immediately." The guard whispered to Gizert.

Gizert lowered his voice with a wry smile: "What if Meglin has a mistake? The Duke is also true. Maglin is only fifteen years old after all. Isn't it going to be a target when you put on this armor?

"Harlem's housekeeper and the adult said that Maglin could go to the battlefield to hone." Qinwei had no choice but to explain the inside story.

Hearing that Harlem admitted Maiglin's strength, Gizet looked back at what Maglin was still sorting out there in surprise. When he turned around, he didn't know what to say.

"I won't say more. It's not that you don't know the Duke's temper. Sergeant Maglin, let's go."

"Yes, my lord."

Maglin honestly carried the package, bow, and sword. He strode out of the tent. After saluted Gatette and the knights who came along the way, he followed the guard and walked out. Today, a group of soldiers and a heavy man were going under the command of General Lamor, and Maglin happened to go with them.