Chapter 214 North to the King's Capital Down

In winter, the northern plains of the mainland are cold and dry, and the cold wind roars through the vast and empty fields, blowing on people's faces like a knife.

In such a season, even the hard-working gray camel merchants are unwilling to run out. Most people will stay in their warm homes and wait for the arrival of spring.

On the road from Tormond, the capital of the southwest province, to Uglu, the capital of Saint Yao, a huge army is moving forward, with a long line stretching for more than ten miles, looking like a swimming dragon from a distance.

This is an expeditionary force sent to the north by the southwestern province. It is composed of the third regiment of the Tormond gurrest and the 30,000 territorial conscripts, and the total number of auxiliary soldiers is close to 50,000.

Under the guidance of the lion wing battle flag, the armored knights walked in the front of the legion. The wolf and lion cavalry battalion of the third battle regiment is very famous. From their proud and confident faces, you can get a glimpse of the glorious history that this elite once had.

Following the cavalry camp is the infantry camp, but all the soldiers are not walking with heavy loads. The standard transport carriages driven by the grassland carry these soldiers, so that they do not need to walk hundreds of miles a day in the cold wind.

After hundreds of years of war, the war mobilization system of the Kingdom of Bemon was very complete. It took the kingdom hundreds of years to build a road from the capital Uglu to the capital of major provinces. Once the war came, the troops from all over the country could quickly gather through the road.

A sufficient number of carriages allow those territorial conscripts to enjoy the treatment of regular legions. Dozens of soldiers can huddle in a stinky carriage to warm each other and tell some half-baked jokes to kill the boredom on the road.

For many of them, this may be the last leisure time in their lives.

But behind this huge mixed army, there is an unusual alien existence.

Bang!

The cow tendon whip threw a beautiful whip in the air, tearing the air and making a loud sound, making several soldiers who went all out to keep up with the team tremble involuntarily.

They have tasted this kind of whip!

"Run up!" The rock hammer riding on the copper armor rhinoceros waved the whip and roared viciously, "If anyone falls behind, there will be no dinner!"

Nine hundred soldiers ran in front of Leon with neat steps, and the white air exhaled by the soldiers gathered into fog.

From the day he left Tomund, Leon trained his reading team strictly on the road.

He applied to the Count of Octavia for the task of postjourn, and let all the soldiers run forward tomorrow. He was exhausted and was not allowed to rest in the transport carriage.

More than that, when they camp at night to rest, the soldiers divided into two squadrons have to train each other. Only the winners can enjoy the best food and the warmest tents.

At the beginning, the new soldiers did not understand that they had not been so strictly trained in their respective territorial guards, let alone marching now.

But if you don't understand, Leon's order is unquestionable. The veterans of the Thunder Beast Battalion do not hesitate to carry out the training order, and they will never run ninety-nine if they can run a hundred miles a day.

When it comes to the night battle training, the veterans use their skilled combat skills to humiliate the new young people and enjoy the best food.

Under such circumstances, the recruits were in a great mood, some resisting and some wanted to escape, but when the escapist's head was hung behind the carriage with blood, everyone was silent.

As time went by, there was less and less resistance, because these recruits found that what they enjoyed was almost no different from that of the veterans. They had excellent weapons and armor, enough food and even paid salaries!

This is in sharp contrast to other territorial soldiers. You should know that because the supplies are not very sufficient, most territorial soldiers only eat two meals a day. The food is basically gray wheat bread, pickled vegetable roots and a few poor dried meat.

And they can eat delicious rye bread, large pieces of beef and hot thick garlic soup, which also allows them to support themselves in hard training.

This kind of treatment makes them feel different from others.

And what surprised them most was that every day Leon would jump off the beast, take off his cloak and armor, and run with them in the cold wind.

Gradually, no one complained about Leon's harshness. The recruits trained with the veterans to learn their combat skills. In the battle training time before the evening break, they could also compete with the veterans for several rounds.

Looking at the energetic young soldiers in front of him, Leon nodded with satisfaction, and the reading brigade, which joined half of the recruits, basically completed the integration process.

But if you want to become a real elite, the reading brigade also needs the test of war. There is no problem for veterans. New recruits can never become real soldiers without blood.

"Go!"

Leon drove the bronze rhinoceros, accelerated forward with several attendants, and soon caught up with the heavy camp in front of him.

The Southwest Legion, which is on an expedition to the far north, has a heavy battalion of hundreds of carriages, which are responsible for transporting food and supplies. They also shoulder the heavy responsibility of supplying the needs of the whole army.

Baron Lena, who controls this heavy battalion, is a senior quartermaster. He has the unique shrewdness and taggering surname of the fox. It is almost impossible for anyone to take advantage of him.

But when the old fox found Leon, who caught up from behind, his first reaction was to get into the tent and pretend that he was not there.

"Baron Lena, I see you. Don't you welcome me so much?" Leon laughed and accelerated to go in parallel with the quartermaster's carriage.

Damn it! Baron Lena cursed secretly, gave up the idea of hiding, and asked with a straight face, "Baron Leon, you should understand how unpopular you are here, and I remember that your munitions have been sent out a few days ago!"

"That's not enough!" Leon said without shame, "We have only been allocated 2,000 pounds of dried meat. We have finished eating. Give us another few thousand pounds!"

Two thousand pounds of dried meat were eaten up in just three days! Baron Lena only felt a burst of blood.

The beast god is on the top. Because of the order of the Count of Octavia, he has taken great care of the reading brigade. He supplies are completely in accordance with the standards of the main force of the third regiment. Those ordinary territorial troops who can share half a pound of meat at a time will laugh secretly.

The readable brigade ate 2,000 pounds in three days, and shamelessly came to ask again. The materials of the heavy battalion are endless!

"No, not a pound!" The old fox gritted his teeth and roared, "I've given it to you. Let others drink the northwest wind!"

The smile on Leon's face did not diminish at all: "How can it be? I clearly see that there are still several big cars. Just give it to me first and buy it in the next town to make up. At worst, I'll pay for it myself!"

"It's not a matter of money!" Baron Lena explained with a bitter face, "If I give it to you, I will lose the share of others. These carts of beef are prepared for the cavalry camp. If they blame me, I really can't afford it..."

"The cavalry camp can't eat so much..." Leon raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't embarrass you. I only take a car!"

Without waiting for the other party to agree or not, Leon made a color at the rock hammer behind him, and the rock hammer immediately took people to intercept it.

"How can you do this? This is robbery!" The old fox roared angrily, "** Naked robbery!"

It's just that no matter how violent he was, under the threat of the warrior Tomahawk, the heavy soldiers behind him did not dare to disobey and obediently gave up the carriage full of dried meat.

The defeated Leon left with a smile, leaving the old fox alone in the carriage: "I swear, I will complain about you to the Count of Octavia! You country barbarian!"

Such a scene is not strange to the reading brigade following behind, because it has happened many times along the way. The thunder beast veterans think it is normal, but the feeling of those recruits is particularly different.

Because Leon's forced-grabbing of materials from the quartermasters is not to squander and enjoy themselves, but for everyone. Such a leader is expected by all soldiers.

From disgust, fear to trust and respect, the psychology of the recruits has quietly changed, leaving an indelible imprint in their hearts!

Soon, the Earl of Octavia, who was at the front, received the seventh complaint report from Baron Lena.

Although this report was more intense, describing Leon as a ferocious visitor and the biggest scourge in the army, the count just smiled faintly and threw the report aside.

As the commander of the army, he could not have heard anything about the reading brigade, but the count not only had no antipathy to what Leon had done along the way, but also appreciated it very much, because he could see Leon's purpose.

It is not in vain for him to condescend to make friends with such a team under his own command.

As for the little thing of grabbing supplies, what can it be? Bemon's army should be brave. How can a docile warrior like a sheep go to the battlefield?

The Count of Octavia is even considering whether he can take Leon into his camp after the end of the war. Maybe marriage is a good choice.

His attitude is destined to continue to be depressed and aggrieved!

Leon in the rear didn't know that the Count of Octavia had a personal idea. He led a more and more elite reading brigade and headed north with his head held high.

The battlefield of iron and blood is the place where men become famous for their achievements!

(to be continued)