An army of 50,000 people set out to fight, playing and fighting all the way, lively, with a joyful atmosphere and an unbearable noisy.

Earl of Hosman and his brightly-armed Knights were the brightest colors in the team. The knights in brand new plate armor rode on high-headed horses, and the entourages in the same armor carried brightly colored flags beside them. They walked along the way and sang loudly the folk song "Lost Soldier Tom" which is well-known in the southern region. The musicians who accompanied them played bagpipes and hand drums. These brightly-toned instruments were to allow nearby teams to determine where the coach was - usually, the musicians played this way every ten miles to prevent the entire team from falling apart.

But even with these things, the entire team still seemed particularly chaotic, which was inevitable: such a huge army was crowded together, and it was divided into dozens of different noble leaders, and they could hardly cooperate with each other. The entire team was pulled into a very long and intermittent line on the Kingdom Avenue that runs through the north and south. When the vanguard left Carroll's leadership, the last person who set out had not even left the place where he was stationed.

But Earl Hosman didn't care about this. In his opinion, the small rural nobles could achieve the best results by following the large army in the same direction. They could not expect them to recruit from the fields. They only knew that drunken mud-legged soldiers who fought with people could be as disciplined and motivated as their own knights. And it doesn't matter if the team is a little chaotic. Anyway, they are still far from reaching their destination. In the next few days, the main task of the troops was to rush, and there were still many remote noble troops who had not had time to rush to Carroll's leadership on their way. Those latecomers will continue to replenish in these days, so it is not necessary to rectify order at this time.

If you have chaos, just be more chaotic - he has 50,000 people, I'm afraid the whole of Cecil can be flattened.

And... those messy country private soldiers wearing tattered leather armor or chain mail were not important forces at all. They were just firewood that rushed to the battlefield to fill pits with corpses. The power that could really come in handy was the extraordinary people in the army.

As he thought, Count Hosman looked at the marching queue beside him - he saw his proud knights, the wizards in long robes guarded by the knights, and finally the priests in holy white robes and the church knights they led. These men were wearing strong armor or gorgeous robes, noble and reserved expressions, and looked particularly elegant among the messy and vulgar soldiers around.

These are the powers he truly trusts.

...

In the north of Kant's leadership, the artillery positions on the Fengfengshan Hill had been unfolded. Knight Philip rode his horse to inspect the various launch groups and returned to the center of the position.

His eyes swept across the entire position, not only the disciplined and quick-moving Cecil combat soldiers and their artillery positions, but also the Kant Corps (Second Combat Corps) who were helping behind the position, and looked quite chaotic and panicked.

There were 3,000 soldiers on standby here, and the rest were the "Second Corps" just formed in the Kant area, but the latter was not the main force of the battle. Their task was to help set up positions, serve as logistics, and... watch the battle.

Although the Second Corps had begun to receive regular military training, the days were still short, and the habits and ideas of old noble private soldiers were still deeply rooted in these people's minds. This could not be solved by surprise training. However, Philip believed that letting these people experience the fighting style of the First Corps on the battlefield will greatly loosen their stubborn thoughts - this has been well verified by the Kant Knights.

The leader of Knight Kant, Wald Peric, who was middle-aged, was wearing newly-launched armor, and stood on a high platform on the hill holding a new weapon called the "melting sword", watching the soldiers busy in this place called the "artillery position". This gentle hill has been completely armed, and a large area of ​​land has been flattened, and various trenches and "cannon pits" were dug out. Large weapons called "magic crystal rail guns" were placed in the cannon pit in a cross-section manner. Between the cannon pits are transported, and between the cannon pits are the traffic trenches of people. The Cecil soldiers with bright armor are running rapidly between the trenches. Relying on simple commands, the actions of these people showed a shocking order and...beauty, which was something that Wald had never seen before in the army for decades.

The battlefield in his memory was much simpler, rougher, and chaotic than here.

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

He had indeed seen the Magic Crystal Rail Cannon, and he even knew that the name of this cannon was "Justice", but he had only seen the test-firing of this weapon on the neat flat ground. He had thought that it was the fighting style of the rail cannon, but now he saw this strange position and the skillful preparations of the artillerymen, and he realized that what he saw that day was just the most superficial thing.

A female knight with brown shawl hair walked up to the platform and came to Wald Perici: "Mr. Wald, I heard...we won't participate in the next battle?"

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

The female knight couldn't help but frown, and her heroic face was filled with dissatisfaction: "Isn't this a contempt for us?"

"This is the training for the Second Corps, young Margarita," Wald heard the complaint and finally turned around and looked at the female knight in front of him. The female knight was the most talented and closest to the middle level among Kant's female knights, but after all, she was too young and not steady enough. "Don't forget that the Second Corps has not completed the basic exercises, and they have not even memorized new combat commands. Do you let them go to the battlefield to cause trouble?"

"We can't carry them down," said the female knight indignantly. "Now the brothers and sisters are leading the soldiers to follow the Cecils to dig soil and transport stones, and carry shells and magic net substrates. When the war started, there was no problem with us... It is obvious that we still don't trust everyone. We have all sworn allegiance and have always strictly abide by the lord's orders..."

"Then keep obeying, knight," Wald interrupted Margarita, "As a knight, if you can't even obey the orders of your master, then there is no glory to be able to fight on the battlefield."

The female knight was speechless and could only lower her head slightly, but Wald knew that Margarita's resentment was also the common idea of ​​other Kant knights, so he continued: "Margarita, how do you think of your new armor and new sword?"

"Armor and sword?" The female knight was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the Cecil seal on her body, with magical light flowing slightly between the gaps, and the unique but beautiful alloy armor, as well as the melt-cut sword at her waist. She nodded subconsciously, "It's a good thing... I was a little regretful when I took off the family armor and replaced it with this 'standard equipment', but now I think they are really good things, especially this sword - much better than my original steel sword."

"Did you see those soldiers? Everyone has this kind of trick," Wald pointed to the Cecil soldiers who were busy on the position with his chin. "I've inquired. The armor and swords of ordinary soldiers are almost the same as those of officers. The latter is just a little more gold-toned pattern, and it's slightly better in magic materials. Do you know what this means?"

The female knight showed a thoughtful look.

"It means that as long as you wear this armor and take this melt-cut sword, five or six ordinary soldiers can knock down an extraordinary knight like you - this also counts the advantages of your swordsmanship and combat experience. If they use thermal ray guns and grenades, you may not even be able to deal with two people. The extraordinary knight may be fine elsewhere, but here, you are at most equivalent to a soldier who is more capable of fighting."

Margarita: “…”

"So the lord does not let us participate in the war, not because he does not trust us, but because he does not need us," Wald turned his eyes to the distance and exhaled gently. "But he asked us to watch the battle and let us learn, which shows that he hopes we can come in handy one day. What he needs is not a knight who can fight, but a group of knights who can actively learn and keep up with his pace. Do you understand?"

"……I see."

"That's good," Wald smiled and nodded, "Then let's watch quietly and see how the Cecils fought..."

A messenger came to the hills, ran to Philip, and delivered the latest information to the latter.

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

"Earl of Hosman led 50,000 people to the south, passing through Kingdom Avenue-Trick Ridge, and arrived on xx day."

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

"Send scouts to warn in the area of ​​Gravel Ridge to use smoke as a signal."

...

At the same time, on the edge of the forest on the south bank of the Cecil White Water River, Byron stood on the camouflaged shelling position, watching the soldiers use woven leaves and vines as camouflage blankets to cover the acceleration rails of rail guns.

The middle-aged knight, who was born in mercenary, had no noble demeanor. He leaned against a half-dead black beech tree with a wooden stick in his arms, thinking in his heart how to pass this boring time - firing a cannon is a very pleasant thing, but it is particularly difficult to wait for prey before firing a cannon.

It seemed as if someone heard his thoughts in the dark. He saw a messenger pushing away the bushes and walking straight towards him.

He waved to the messenger from afar: "Yo, Banico, what good news is there?"

"Sir, make sure the information," the messenger came to Byron and reported after the salute, "The Earl of Pebo led 20,000 people to attack the Baishui River, and passed the ambush point two days later."

"Wow, twenty thousand people," Byron whistled, "It's not bad. Our two thousand to twenty thousand is much easier than Philip's side. It seems that he is three thousand to five thousand."

The messenger spoke subconsciously: "There are Knights Kant on Lord Philip's side..."

"Those people don't participate in the war," Byron waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, I'll be much more at ease with this news. Now, those grandchildren will definitely come. I'll find a place to sleep... I'll have a good time in two days!"
Chapter completed!