Chapter 127 ·The Secret Hidden in Pawesley City (please subscribe!)

The morning light of early autumn shines on the vast wilderness of the Kingdom of Nord.

Dew beads condensed on the surface of grass in the wild

In the camp of the Imperial Alliance rear camp for several miles, dozens of blacksmiths accompanied the army repaired their armor and honed their weapons in temporary sheds. The sound of tingling dings was endless. Several dirt roads extending from the human town to the south were filled with hundreds of carts loaded with logistics food and utensils.

The steam tank Relentless completed the patrol mission. The overall dark body, the chimney kept spewing a large amount of steam, and the sound of mechanical roar and steel collision continued to continue. The steam tank ruthlessly squeezed the logistics car from the middle of the road to both sides. The tank driver Sir Gunther Maybach poked out his upper body from the cab. The jazz wore a fancy iris hat, held his head and chest up, and didn't feel anything wrong. In the barracks, the imperial engineers waiting to maintain the tank laughed. The steam tank is one of the top masterpieces of the Empire's technology, and they were happy to show off.

Several teams of pioneers rode on the outer layer of the military camp to investigate, and circled around the giant camp and erected several 3-meter-high sentry towers, imperial crossbowmen and archers, looking up at the field.

On the eve of the war, a lot of intelligence and the trends of the barbarian army were needed. Hundreds of pioneer cavalry were sprinkled out like crows, and the coalition decision makers also needed time to analyze the information. Before that, the imperial army was temporarily stationed and rested, waiting for the arrival of new forces to replenish food and grass.

After a hearty breakfast, Leren walked in the barracks, accompanied by Nicas Francis and Adrian Gentley.

The son of Hans-Gentlei temporarily acted as the guard knight of Leren, a knight with elite and high-level strength, doing the job of a knight entourage. Adrian was a little happy about it. Being able to observe and explore the daily life of the imperial heroes at close range is a rare learning opportunity for him.

The appearance of Leren made the soldiers passing by step forward, nodded and bowed to show respect. The knights who could bear the title of the Empire's heroes are all respectable and worshipful strong men, especially the soldiers of the Southern Alliance. Most of them have witnessed the scene of the Empire's heroes walking out of the desperate blood mist with their hideous heads in their hands.

Cheers followed Leren, and the soldiers greeted each other.

"Praise my Lord!"

"It's the hero of the Empire, it's Lord Leren!"

"Yeah yeah!!!"

Although he was helpless, the crowd blocked the walking aisle, in order to show kindness, Leren smiled and waved at the crowd around him. At the same time, the three knights accelerated their pace and quickly passed through the crowded crowd.

After avoiding the crowd, Kingdom Knight Nicas Francis smiled and said, "Sir, you seem to be very helpful to the cheers!"

"I'm proud of it, aren't I?" Leren replied in a faint voice. Soon, an open space with more than a dozen blue and white tents appeared in front of the three, and the garrison area of ​​the Oak Town soldiers who followed Leren to the expedition was here.

The noise after breakfast made the entire resident lively and energetic. On the open space separated by the tent, most of the Oak Town soldiers were wearing gray-brown training robes. They were lined up in three rows, holding their halberds tightly with their hands.

The three knights stopped and stopped outside the open space to watch the training.

The linen military robe woven in the textile room with oak collar is light and durable, not afraid of dirt. In addition, it is easy to change and wash, the soldiers are more flexible when using their hands and feet during training.

The Oak Town soldiers in the training did not look squinting, which was also the rule set by Lelen. As long as they were still in training, no matter who they were, even if the emperor himself came in person, the training must not be interrupted. The military rules are military rules. In the early military camp training, under the intimidation of military sticks, the soldiers had already remembered this point firmly.

Gavin Clinton, the company commander of the Oak-Linked Salute Battalion, was now facing back to Leren and the other two. He whispered a black suit, put his hands behind him, raised his head and chest, and with the sternness of the past between his eyebrows and eyes, commanded the halberd soldiers to train: "Train three combos, the first line is out of the line!"

The twenty long halberd soldiers standing in the first row took a step forward.

"Stack, strike up, and stab down! Start!"

"Drink! Ha! Ha!"

The powerful shouts and the long halberds stabbed and slashed, and a sharp aura came to the face.

Adrian Gentley took a breath of air. Rick led a huge provincial legion with strict discipline and uniform teams, but he could reach the level of training of the soldiers in front of him. He said with certainty that only those veterans with double salaries could achieve the same effect.

"The second row is out of the row!. Start!"

"Drink! Ha! Ha!".

The three knights stood there, waiting for the halberd soldiers to come forward after a round of training.

"Captain Gavin Clinton, thank you for your hard work." Leren witnessed the scene just now. This army, which he devoted countless efforts, gradually changed from a seedling to a big tree that was just broken and unbending. His inner pride and gratitude arose.

"Master Leren!" Gavin Clinton's face was filled with joy, and a group of halberd soldiers quickly surrounded him and greeted him with tribute: "Master Lord, you are here!"

"Hero of the Empire!"

Since joining the coalition, the Oak Town army was almost disbanded and dispersed. The company commander of the Longji Battalion could only look at the figure of the Kingdom Knights from afar in the military formation. No matter how fierce the battle was, he could not erase his loyalty to Oak Town and loyal to Leren's beliefs. Especially after the Kamalalong-blood dog was killed by the Kingdom Knights, the Oak Town soldiers were ecstatic and could proudly say that they were subordinate to the imperial heroes.

The Kingdom Knight showed a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart. He responded one by one to the soldiers' greetings. This army belonging to the oak leader, Leren will never forget it.

Then he turned around and carried a heavy purse from Nicas Francis's hand. The weight of the purse even required Francis' hands to lift it.

Leren took out dozens of small bags inside and handed them to the soldiers bag by bag. Many soldiers weighed the purse in their hands, and the joyful expression on their faces became even stronger. They thanked the Oak Town Lord, full of bags of imperial silver coins, mixed with four or five gold coins. This money is enough to make them live an extremely fulfilling and peaceful winter this year.

As a small gift and special reward for the soldiers fighting bravely, please give it appropriate incentives, especially after a war, the effect is very significant.

After the war, the Northern Alliance of Imperial Forces only allowed ordinary soldiers to retain 30% of the loot they had looted, and the Oak Leader soldiers were no exception. However, now, the wallets sent to them are much thicker than the loot they had before payment!

Many soldiers smiled happily. After each war, the actual benefits they brought to them were huge, so when Leren selected the troops to participate and signed up enthusiastically.

Not everyone is like the whipster, who is crazy and unrestless in the fight. He fights with just a passionate blood. Mortals need to live, and they also yearn for a better life.

After a while, the company commander of the Longji Battalion reported the casualties of the soldiers in the tent of the Oak Town garrison: "Mr. Leren, in the Battle of the Longji Battalion, eight people were killed in the battle of the Zika Plain, and eleven were injured. We have sent them to the accompanying Doctor Salina to cure. In a few days, they will be able to return to the battlefield to kill the enemy. As for the eight soldiers who died, they have been buried in the Moor Cemetery in Sesenmond. Before being buried, they received the farewell prayer from Pastor Moor."

Gavin Clinton continued: "The crossbowman company had basically no casualties. The javelins and flying axes thrown by the barbarians could not touch the corner of the crossbowman's clothes from the range. The only injured crossbowman was because the stones that the White Wolf Knight collapsed during the charge hit his forehead. After applying ointment, it slowed down for a few days and was basically fine."

"Well, I understand." Leren nodded, and he turned his head to Nicas Francis and asked, "Francis, what about the casualties of several Ranger Knights in the territory who were fighting with the army?"

"Two people were killed, five were injured, and the losses were relatively large." The kingdom knights cleared their throats. He glanced at the gathering outside the tent, and more and more rangers came for the imperial heroes: "Lord Leren, there are no less than thirty knights these days to find me. I want to join you in many ways. There are many imperial knights with outstanding military achievements. They are from small noble families, and one of them has a certain blood relationship with the family of Steel's electorate."

"Stop it, wait until we return to Oak Town to talk about this issue. Francis told the Rangers that if you want to join me, you must at least have the strength of an elite elementary level. I will arrange a knight to face them off, tell those guys to hold on for at least five rounds and bear the consequences at your own risk." Leren raised his hand and said in a low voice: "Let them show some actual performance and prove that they are qualified."

The Ranger Knight is a low-level knight who is difficult to make people feel good about. The Ranger Knights in the Empire prefer to do some "showing the limelight" deeds, challenge knights who are stronger than themselves, fight against each other, and participate in the martial arts competition held by the Elector. They are particularly keen on the first method.

Without the constraints of the knight path of the Knight Kingdom, the knights of the empire seem to be exaggerated in the world. After defeat, they often do not summarize their experience and work hard. They only care about how much reputation they have gained, which attracted the attention of several noble ladies. There are very few guys who deserve to be reused.

Leren is very reluctant to be the springboard for these self-deprecating guys.

Want to join me?

no problem!

Let's get beaten first!

Leren looked at the elite high-level knight beside him: "Adrian, I'll leave the showdown to you."

"I understand, Lord Leren!" Adrian Gentlei nodded.

"Remember to be ruthless and greet them more often." Leren added.

"Uh, I remember."

"This is the case for the time being." Leren frowned: "I have ordered the officer Pitman to start resolving the matter of the pension of the sacrificed soldiers and their families. As for the fallen knights, I will send a letter to Earl Draven for him to deal with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried silver-white figure broke into the tent and said loudly in a bold voice: "Haha~Lylen, you guy makes it easy to find me!"

"Criel? Haven't you been to Midenheim to replenish the White Wolf Knight?" Leren stood up in surprise.

The visitor was Crier Anluoxian, the White Wolf Paladin. He moved the chair without hesitation and sat down. While taking the wine bag from his waist, he signaled everyone to sit down. Then, he raised his wrist and smeared the wine stains: "I filled up the formation just on the first day of the arrival, and rushed back overnight."

"There are all branches of the Imperial Army who are repairing and replenishing the troops. There is no need to be so anxious." Leren introduced while handing him a glass of clear water: "Adrian Gentle, the son of Hans Gentle, Adrian, this is the brother of White Wolf Paladin Crier Anlosian, and Midden's Earl Draven."

"It's an honor to see you, Sir Crier." Adrian nodded and stretched out his hand.

"I prefer others to call me the White Wolf Knight. The jazz title is not a glorious thing. It cannot bring itself any substantial honor." Criel reached out to hold him, and the White Wolf Paladin put away the smile on his face: "His Excellency Hans-Kentley is a respectable knight. I admire his courage. I believe that his future achievements will never be inferior to your father!"

"Thank you." Adrian nodded silently.

In a blink of an eye, the White Wolf Knight raised his face and said in a deep voice: "I have important information to discuss with Leren. Please avoid it."

Leren was stunned for a moment and nodded to signal Francis and others to leave first.

Soon, the curtain of the tent fell, leaving only the Kingdom Knight and the White Wolf Paladin.

"This information is very hidden, I'm afraid only you and I know." Criel Anlu never beat around the bush, and he said bluntly: "Lellen, do you still remember the robber captive captured after capturing the Wolf Thieves Group?"

".Well, I remember." Leren frowned and remembered what happened to the prisoner: "After he was imprisoned in the prison guarded by the heavily guarded soldiers in Bree Town, he died suddenly. The Earl personally checked dozens of guards, but did not get any accurate news of his murder."

"Yes, he's dead, but the name he said in the underground warehouse that the Wolf Thieves Group has hoarded, Borol Christie, the merchant in Pavesley City." The White Wolf Paladin deliberately lowered his voice and continued, "It happened that I met a witch hunter in Midenheim, and she told me some secrets."

"Secret?" Leren asked seriously.

"Three weeks ago, several witch hunters destroyed a heresy sect in Pavesley City. They rushed into the building when the group of worshippers gathered. The heretics in black robe used the blood and limbs of babies to paint the sacrifice array on the ground. The witch hunter said, "Criel Anlos paused and lowered his voice again: "The merchant Borol Christie is kneeling in the middle of the magic circle, blazing blue light, and eating the flesh and blood on his arms like crazy. Every blood hole he gnawed, a pale eye grew."

"What?!"

"That's right, Leren, the merchant in Pawaysley City is a pagan who believes in heretics. The forces behind the Wolf Thieves Group are involved in the Chaos Sect!"

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