Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

The soldiers were already in a hurry, and Field had no choice. Since the horse was gone, he couldn't ride Aria back, right? So it took a lot of time to travel.

With the addition of Aria, the combat strength of the First Army has doubled.

In the following time, Field did not kneel down to please Aria. Instead, he was busy with his own business, blackmailing all the villages he passed, and training the first army. Apart from running exercises and formations, the rest of the time was just a simple spear phalanx.

More complex formations cannot be achieved, but being able to skillfully set up a defensive spear phalanx is considered a combatable soldier.

On the third day, Field finally saw the first army rushing to the front line, and then the second, third, and more troops rushed to the front line.

The dull sound of horse hooves and the mixed footsteps made even the ground tremble slightly. Noble armies, large and small, poured in from the skyline, like rushing rivers composed of people.

"Okay, let's set off too!" Field got on the war horse. This spare horse was not as good as the previous one, but it could still be used.

"Yes, my lord!"

The guards threw away the chicken bones in their hands and burped with satisfaction. They had extorted too much food these days. Everyone was living a paradise-like life, and they were even more grateful to Field.

"This is how many nobles participated." Field was amazed.

The aristocratic troops seen on the road carried various family flags, wore different costumes, and even had different accents.

Of course, they also have something in common, that is, the knights all look like they are showing off their strength, while the regular soldiers and guards are holding weapons and going on their way in a serious manner. As for the serf soldiers or slave soldiers, they could only carry a bunch of baggage and stagger forward on the road with a face full of pain, and they had to be whipped or scolded from time to time.

There are also many mercenaries. They carry all kinds of equipment and carry "trophies" on their bodies. Mercenaries are often the least disciplined and will hardly miss any opportunity to rob.

In Morrowind, Feld only extorts, not plunders. Firstly, there are not many high-value items, so you can ensure enough food through extortion. Secondly, the boss you are about to face is the Morrowind people!

These mercenaries will become the first wave of cannon fodder.

Field couldn't wait to go to the front line. He followed other noble troops and advanced slowly.

"Hello, Sir Field, I have heard your name."

A young man in navy blue clothing came over on a white horse. He showed a kind smile: "My name is Laurent, from the Beifeng family. Nice to meet you."

Have not heard.

But Field pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh ~ Beifeng Family, I have heard of your legendary stories a long time ago."

Laurent immediately beamed with joy: "That's great, you are worthy of being Sir Field. Do you know? The whole Morrowind is spreading your title."

"Holy crap! Is it true?"

I actually became popular!

"Is it the Lion of the North? Or the Devil's Muscular Man." Field was so proud that he couldn't help but reveal a confident smile that was unparalleled in the world.

"Well, not those people, your title is Baron Happy Bean, the one who brings good news to men."

"Pfft~what?"

Field nearly fainted.

The name that he thought of at first turned out to be a boomerang and hit him hard on the head.

"Your army is very powerful, and I look forward to working with you to defend against the enemy." Laurent sat on his horse and gestured to Field.

The First Army that he had trained urgently seemed to Field to be a novice among novices, but in the eyes of Laurent and other nobles, this was not the case.

The military looks neat and tidy, marching in neat steps, and everyone is wearing armor. They are already considered to be a superior regiment.

"Oh my gosh, they didn't just randomly fall behind or escape into the woods."

“You can actually stay in line.”

"As expected of the elite of the Ross family."

The minor nobles stopped to watch one after another and cast envious glances. Apart from themselves and their followers, they only had some serf soldiers with broken wooden sticks and farm tools.

Of course, there were a few unfriendly glances.

"Baron Happy Bean has made a lot of money. It is said that Simon is so poor."

"I heard he's weak."

"Haha, you will see the difference during the battle."

Field ignored them and continued marching. Two days later, he finally arrived at the border fortress of Morrowind.

Thousands of troops were stationed here, stretching for more than ten miles. Bonfires, huts and horses formed a long camp. Large swathes of trees were cut down and simple shacks were built. There were endless tents for people to live in and for the injured.

"Oh, oh, it hurts!"

"Please, don't saw off my arm. I will collect the money to buy the healing potion. Please, ah!"

The wounded wailed, and the unlucky ones were bled directly for treatment, or their festering limbs were sawed off.

"What genius arrangement is to place the wounded soldiers at the assembly point, and they will lose all their morale before they can improve their morale."

Field twitched the corner of his mouth and turned around to see that his soldiers had frightened expressions. No one wanted to become a maim or a corpse.

"Baron Naslu returned to the embrace of the goddess and died under the siege of the cultists."

"Knight Seifuddin left us. He died on the way to charge."

People kept reporting the names of dead nobles, and special officials recorded them.

A group of nobles were mourning: "Hey, they are all warriors dedicated to their country. Rest in peace."

"Did he die from the enemy's attack?" Field leaned over to mourn, lowering his head and asked quietly.

A kind-hearted nobleman drew a pattern on his chest, then turned around and said, "They died on reconnaissance missions, some died in testing the cultists' fortifications, and some died in ambush, hey."

Needless to say, these stupid young people arrived in advance, and most of them were enthusiastic and happened to have no background.

Then he was assigned some dangerous tasks by the governor, which happened to hit the head of the enemy's gun.

Rosalia couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, they are all warriors of the empire. My Starry Night family also died defending the empire."

"They are indeed warriors, but it's a pity that the nobles wish they would die more." Field sneered. He had already seen through the calculations of the nobles.

"Why do you say that?" Rosaria was confused.

"Because of the self-respect of the rebels, the greater the trouble the cultists make, the more nobles they kill, and the bigger the cake will be after the rebellion is suppressed. Where do you think the province of Itavin and the land wealth of the nobles who died in the war will go?"

"In the bellies of some nobles." Rosalia knew everything. "So, you want to expose them?"

"Of course not. We want to be the ones who share the cake, not become the cake, nor the one who overturns the table."

Field arranged for the army to camp and went to the fortress to show his face. This was a good opportunity to increase his reputation.

Maybe he can get rid of the silly title of Baron Happy Bean.