The army of 50,000 people went out to fight, and they blew and beat all the way, and they were full of joy, with a happy atmosphere and unbearable embarrassment.

The Count of Hosman and the Knights of his helmets are the brightest colors in the team. The knights wearing the new armor ride on the high-end big horse, and the sergeants who wear the armor are also painted with colorful flags on their side. All the way to the road sang "The Lost Soldier Tom", a well-known folk song in the South, and the accompanying musicians played the bagpipes and tambourines. These tones are bright instruments to let the nearby team determine where the coach is. - Generally speaking, the musicians should play this way every ten miles to prevent the entire team from being completely messed up.

But even with these things, the whole team is still very chaotic, which is inevitable: such a huge army is crowded together and belongs to dozens of different aristocratic leaders, and they are almost impossible to cooperate with each other. In other words, the whole team was drawn into a long and intermittent one on the kingdom avenue that penetrated the north and the south. When the leading troops left the Carroll collar, the last departing person did not even leave the place where they were stationed.

However, the Earl of Hosman did not care about this. In his view, being able to follow the big forces in the same direction is already the best achievement of the rural aristocrats. They cannot be expected to recruit from the fields. The mud-legged soldiers who only know how to drink drunken and fight with people can be as disciplined as their own Knights, and it’s okay now that the team is chaotic. Anyway, it’s still far from reaching the destination – in the next few In the day, the main task of the troops is to hurry, and there are still many troops who have not had time to rush to the remote aristocrats led by Carroll, who are still on the way. Those who are late will continue to replenish in these days. At this time, it is not necessary to rectify the order.

The chaos is a little chaotic - he has 50,000 people, fearing that the whole Cecil can be leveled.

And... those messy, country-run private soldiers wearing tattered leather armor or chain mail are not really important strengths. They are just rushing to the battlefield to fill the pits with the body of firewood, really can come in handy. Or the extraordinary in the army.

Count Horsman thought as he put his gaze in the queue next to him - he saw his knights who were proud, and the wizards in the middle, who were guarded by the knights, and finally the wizards. The priests dressed in holy white robes and the church knights led by them behind the Knights, wearing strong armor or gorgeous robes, are noble and reserved, and are exceptionally surrounded by cluttered vulgar soldiers. The temperament is extraordinary.

These talents are the forces that he truly trusts.

......

In the north of Kant, the artillery positions on the windward hills have been unfolded. Philip Knights patrol the various firing groups and return to the center of the position.

His gaze swept across the entire position, not only with the disciplined and fast-moving Cecil soldiers and their artillery positions, but also with the seemingly confusing Kant Corps (Second Combat Corps) helping behind the positions. .

The first Corps soldiers on standby here have 3,000 soldiers. The rest are the "Second Corps" that has just been formed in the Kant area, but the latter is not the main force of the battle. Their task is to help set up positions, serve as logistics, and ... in the side battle.

Although the Second Corps has begun to receive formal military training, but after all, the time is still short, the habits and ideas of the old aristocrats are still deeply rooted in these people's minds, which is not solved by surprise training, but Philip I believe that letting these people personally experience the battle of the First Corps on the battlefield will greatly loosen their stubborn thoughts - this has been well proven in those Kant.

The leader of Kant’s knight, Wald Peric, who was a middle-aged man, wore the newly-launched armor and held a new weapon called the “cutting sword” on a high platform on the hill. The soldiers were busy in this place called the "artillery position." This gentle hill has been completely armed, large areas of land have been leveled, and then various trenches and "cannon pits" have been dug up. The large weapons known as "Magic Orbital Guns" are crossed and staggered. It was placed in the crater, between the crater was the transport warfare that transported the shells and personnel, and the brightly-cased Cecil soldiers ran fast between the trenches, relying on simple commands, the actions of these people There is an astonishing order and...the sense of beauty, which Wald has never seen in the military for decades.

The battlefield in his memory is far simpler, more rude, and chaotic than here.

As for this special "artillery position" ... it is even outside his understanding.

He did see the Magic Crystal Railgun. He even knew that the gun was called "Justice," but he only saw the appearance of such a weapon on a neat flat. He thought it was the railgun. The way of fighting, but now that I saw this strange position and the skilled preparations of the artillery, he realized that what he saw on the day was only the most sloppy thing.

A female knight with a brown shawl hair went to the high platform and came to Wald Peric: "Mr. Wald, I heard... we are not going to participate in the next battle?"

The old knight did not turn back: "According to the order, unless the enemy can rush to the hill, the Kant and the entire Second Corps will not participate in the battle."

The female knight couldn't help but frown, and the British face was dissatisfied: "Is this not a contempt for us?"

"This is the training of the Second Corps, the young Margarita," Wald heard the complaint, finally looking back and looking at the female knight, the female knight is the most talented Kant. Good, closest to the middle level, but after all, it is too young, not stable enough. "Don't forget, the second regiment has not completed the basic drills. They have not even backed up the new combat instructions. You let them go to the battlefield. Add mess?"

"They didn't back, we can," the female knight said in an unfair manner. "Now the brothers and sisters are leading the soldiers to dig the stones behind the Cecils, carry the shells and the magic net substrate, and start the war. But there is no such thing as us... It is obvious that we still do not trust everyone. We obviously have sworn allegiance, and we have always strictly abide by the orders of the lord..."

"Then continue to obey, knight," Wald interrupted Margarita. "As a knight, if you can't even obey the master's orders, then there is no glory in the battlefield." Words."

The horsewoman was speechless and could only bow slightly, but Wald knew that Margarita’s resentment was a common idea among other Kant’s knights, so he continued: “Margarita, you think you are new. How about armor and new sword?"

"Arms and swords?" The knight squatted, then looked down at the body of the seal with the Cecil stamp, the magical flow of light between the cracks, the strange but beautiful alloy armor, and the melted sword at the waist. I nodded subconsciously. "It's a very good thing... I used to take off my family's armor and I have some regrets when I put on this 'standard equipment', but now I think they are really good things, especially this sword. - Much better than my original steel sword."

"Do you see the soldiers? They all have such a set," Wald pointed to the Cecil soldiers who were busy on the chin. "I have inquired about the armor swords and officers of ordinary soldiers." The difference is almost the same. The latter is just a little more gilded pattern. It is a little better on the magic material. Do you know what it means?"

The knight showed a thoughtful look.

“It means that as long as you wear this armor and take this melted sword, five or six ordinary soldiers will be able to put down an extraordinary knight like you. This is also an advantage of your swordsmanship and combat experience if they With heat ray guns and grenades, you can't even deal with two people. Extraordinary knights may have no problem in other places, but here, you are at most equivalent to a more capable soldier."

Margarita: "..."

"So the lord does not let us participate in the war and does not distrust us, but does not need us," Wald turned his eyes to the distance and exhaled a breath. "But he let us watch the battle, let us follow, which shows that he wants us. One day it can come in handy. What he needs is not a knight who can play, but a group of knights who can learn actively and keep up with his pace. Do you understand?"

"……I understand."

"That's good," Wald smiled and nodded. "Let's watch it quietly, see how the Cecils fight..."

A commander came to the hill and ran to Philip to send a piece of the latest information to the latter.

Philip launched the information and saw a few lines of words written in the female pen:

"The Earl of Hosman received 50,000 people south, and arrived on the **** days by King's Road - Gravel."

Philip nodded and turned the note into dust that drifted in the wind.

"Send a scout, warning in the gravel area, using smoke as a signal."

......

At the same time, on the edge of the forest on the south bank of the Cecil River, Byron stood on a camouflaged artillery position and watched the soldiers use woven leaves and vines as camouflage blankets to cover the acceleration rails of the railguns.

The middle-aged knight, who was born from the mercenary, had no aristocratic manners. He leaned against the wooden stick and leaned against a half-dead black banyan tree. He wondered how to send this boring time. Pleasant things, but it is especially difficult to wait for prey before firing.

It seems as if anyone in the dark heard his voice, he saw a commander pull the bushes and walked to the position, and walked straight toward him.

He waved his hand to the commander: "Hey, Barnico, what good news?"

"Adults, clear intelligence," the commander came to Byron and reported after the ceremony. "The Earl of Peibo led 20,000 people to the White River, and after two days they passed the ambush point."

"Hey, 20,000 people," Byron blew a whistle. "Well, we have two thousand pairs of 20,000 on this side. It is much easier than Philip. There seems to be three thousand to fifty thousand on his side."

The commander subconsciously spoke up: "There are Kant Knights over there at Philippe..."

"Those people don't fight," Byron swayed his hand. "Oh, I have more to do with this news. Now I am sure that the grandson will come. I will find a place to sleep... I will do it after two days." One shot of Ta Niang!"

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