Chapter 214: Going to the capital north (Part 2)

The northern plains of the mainland in winter are cold and dry, and the cold wind whistles through the vast and empty fields, blowing on people's faces as painful as a knife.

In such a time, even the hard-working gray camel businessman is unwilling to come out. Most people will stay in their warm homes and wait for the arrival of spring.

On the road leading to Ugru, the capital of the southwestern province, the capital of Tormond, to the royal capital of the Holy Yao Province, a huge army is moving forward. The long line stretches for more than ten miles, and from a distance it looks like a swimming dragon.

This is the expeditionary force sent to the north by the southwestern province. It consists of the Third Corps of the Tormond Garrison and the 30,000 territorial recruits, plus the total number of auxiliary troops in the baggage was close to 50,000.

Under the guidance of the Lion Wings Battle Flag, the knights with distinctive armor walked at the front of the legion. The Wolf Lion Cavalry Battalion of the Third Fighter was very famous. From their proud and confident faces, you can see the glorious history that this elite once had.

Following the cavalry battalion was the infantry battalion, but all the soldiers were not walking with weight. The standard transport carriages pulled by grassland horses carried these soldiers, so that they did 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 Bemon Kingdom was very complete. The kingdom spent hundreds of years building avenues from the royal capital Ugru to the capitals of major provinces. Once the war came, the troops from all over the country could quickly assemble through the avenues.

The abundant number of carriages allows those territorial recruits to enjoy the treatment of regular legions. Dozens of soldiers can squeeze into a smelly carriage to keep warm with each other, and tell some jokes that are not vegetarian to pass the boredom of the road.

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

However, behind this huge mixed legion, there are unusual aliens.

Bang!

The beef tendon whip threw out a beautiful whip flower in the air, tearing the air and making a loud sound, causing several soldiers who were trying their best to keep up with the team to tremble all over their bodies.

They have tasted the power of this kind of whip!

"Run everything!" The rock hammer riding on the copper-armored rhino waved his whip and shouted in a bad shape: "If anyone falls behind, there will be no need to eat supper!"

Nine hundred soldiers ran past Leon in neat steps, and the white air exhaled by the soldiers gathered into fog and curled up.

From the day he left Tormond, Leon conducted rigorous training on his independent squad on the way.

He applied to the Earl of Octavia to postpone his mission, and tomorrow he would let all the soldiers run and advance until they were exhausted and could not continue to be allowed to rest in the transport carriage.

Not only that, when camping and resting at night, the soldiers divided into two squadrons must also conduct mutual training. Only the winner can enjoy the best food and the warmest tent.

At the beginning, the newly joined soldiers were extremely unaware that they had not received such rigorous training in their respective territorial guards, not to mention that they are still marching now.

But if you don’t understand, Leon’s order is unquestionable. The veterans of the Thunder Beast Battle Camp performed the training order without hesitation. Those who can run 100 miles a day will never run ninety-nine.

During the evening battle training, the veterans even use their skillful fighting skills to humiliate the new and young people to enjoy the best food.

In this case, the recruits were in great mood, some resisted and some wanted to escape, but when the escapee's head was bloodied behind the carriage, everyone was silent.

As time went by, the sentiment of resistance became less and less, because the recruits found that what they enjoyed was almost no different from the veterans, with excellent weapons and armor, plenty of food and even salary!

This is in sharp contrast with other territorial armies. You should know that since the supplies are not very sufficient, most territorial armies only eat two meals a day, and the food is basically gray wheat bread, pickled vegetable roots and pitifully few jerky meat.

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

Such treatment makes them feel different from others.

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

Gradually, no one complained about Leon's harshness anymore. The recruits trained with the veterans and learned their combat skills. When the combat training time before the evening was about to rest, they could compete with the veterans for several rounds.

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

However, if you want to become a true elite, the independent brigade still needs the test of war. There is no problem with veterans, and new recruits cannot become real soldiers without being stained with blood.

"Walk!"

Leon drove the copper-armored rhino, and accelerated forward with several followers, and soon caught up with the baggage battalion in front.

The Southwest Legion, which was expeditioning the far north, had a supply battalion of hundreds of carriages, responsible for transporting food and supplies. They also shouldered the important task of supplying the needs of the entire army.

Baron Lenna, who controls this baggage battalion, is a senior quartermaster. He has the unique shrewdness and conscientious personality of the fox. It is almost impossible for anyone to take advantage of him.

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

"Baron Lena, I see you. Are you so unwelcoming me?" Leon laughed and accelerated forward to go along with the quarconian's carriage.

Damn it! Baron Lena cursed secretly, gave up the idea of ​​hiding, and asked with a stern face: "Baron Leon, you should understand how unpopular you are with me, and I remember that your military supplies were sent out a few days ago!"

"That's not enough!" Leon said without shame: "The two thousand pounds of jerky were allocated to us. I've finished eating it. Let's give us a few thousand pounds!"

Two thousand pounds of jerky meat were eaten up in just three days! Baron Lenna felt a surge of blood.

The Beast God is on the top, because of the orders of Count Octavia, he is already taking great care of the Independent Brigade and is supplying materials completely according to the standards of the main force of the Third Army. Those ordinary territorial troops can get half a pound of jerky at a time, and they will laugh.

But the independent brigade ate two thousand pounds in three days, and shamelessly asked again, "It's because the supplies of the baggage battalion are endless!"

"No more, no more pounds!" The old fox roared with gritted teeth: "I gave it to you all, let others drink the northwest wind!"

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

"This is not a matter of money!" Baron Lena explained with a bitter face: "If you give it, you will lose the share of others. These carts of beef are prepared for the cavalry battalion. If they blame them, I really can't afford it..."

"The cavalry battalion can't eat so much..." Leon raised his eyebrows: "I don't make things difficult for you, I just take one cart!"

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

"How can you do this? This is a robbery!" the old fox shouted in anger: "Naked robbery!"

But no matter how furious he was, under the threat of the warrior tomahawk, the baggage soldiers behind him did not dare to disobey and obediently gave out the carriage full of dried meat.

The successful Leon laughed and left, leaving only the old fox jumping in the carriage: "I swear, I will complain to Count Octavia! You, a savage from the countryside!"

Such a scene is not unfamiliar with the independent brigade following behind, because it has happened many times along the way, and the veterans of Thunder Beast feel it is normal, but the new recruits feel particularly different.

Because Leon took away the supplies he robbed from the quarantine officers not for himself to squander and enjoy them, but for everyone, such a leader is what all soldiers expect.

From resentment, fear to trust and respect, the psychology of the new recruits quietly changed, leaving an indelible mark in their hearts!

Soon, the Count Octavia, who was walking in the front, received the seventh complaint report from Baron Lena.

Although the speech of the report this time was even more intense, describing Leon as a cruel and arrogant visitor, the biggest disaster in the army, the Earl just smiled faintly and threw the report aside.

As the commander of the army, he could not have heard of anything about the independent brigade. However, the Count not only did not have any disgust with Leon's actions along the way, but instead admired Leon's purpose, because he could see Leon's purpose.

It is not in vain that he can bring such a team to his own command.

As for the little thing about robbing supplies, what can it be? Bemon's army should have courage. How can a docile warrior as gentle as a sheep go to the battlefield?

Earl Octavia even considered whether to take Leon into his own camp after the war was over. Perhaps marriage was a good choice.

His attitude was destined to continue to be depressed and depressed!

Leon in the rear did not know that Count Octavia had made up his own ideas. He led an independent brigade with increasingly elite temperament and walked north with his head held high.
Chapter completed!