Knock knock, rhythmic drum beats from far and near. Along with the beat of the drums, there were columns and neat groups of soldiers.

The flag covers the sun and the dust is rolling, and the swords and guns are impervious to the forest wind. This is the most immediate idea that can arise from the first sight of this team.

The march of thousands resembled a red dragon, and the cleanly wiped armor glittered in the sunlight like dragon scales.

The golden eagle flag on a red background fluttered over the phalanx, each representing all the glory of the phalanx. Since its birth, it has been the ultimate guardian of every phalanx. It will bear witness to the heroism, loyalty and unity of the soldiers. Born with the Legion until death.

Therefore, where the Eagle Banner is, it is where the Legion guards. It's just Allen's expectation of his soldiers, he hopes that his soldiers will be like the Roman Invincible Legion back then, and even after thousands of years, there are still people who can remember their original slogan: For the Empire! For glory!

This army, which carries Allen's dream, is naturally not comparable to those miscellaneous armies of other lords.

When they first met Allen's army, the Tubunzi nobles of the Anmuxi Kingdom all had the expressions on their faces when they saw the Celestial God (the supreme god in the Holy Light Cult, whose status is equivalent to God).

Such a well-equipped, high-morale, and absolutely disciplined army would appear in this world. Their robes and shields, painted in bright red, in particular, almost blinded the barbarians.

The most common color among these barbarian nobles is black, white, and gray. The recruited serfs were all gray linen, and they couldn't wear good clothes, let alone dyes. The better aristocratic regular army added a gown with a noble coat of arms to the outside of the armor to identify themselves. If the treatment is better, use some paint, add some red, blue or something, and the bad one is black and white. Even the highest-ranking noble knights are not much better, and only a few special classes can get a different overcoat. For example, Charlie's royal family guard wears a gold and white fleur-de-lis gown.

Allen's army was like a big slap in everyone's face, as if silently telling everyone not to underestimate this young duke from Essis.

In particular, King Charles, Duke Manuel and Duke Bashir felt it the most. As the three most powerful people in the kingdom, usually only Duke Lawrence can still be seen, and Allen, a sixteen-year-old young man, seems to them to need at least ten years to stand on the same level as them. But now the strength shown by this young man is much more than they expected. These are also veterans who have fought for decades, and from the first side alone, they can judge that the strength of these 7,000 people can be on par with any of them. If you add Allen's vassals, then the strength is even more unabated.

Originally, those nobles were planning to brag and fart while marching, but now they are in no mood and follow their own team one by one, not knowing what they are planning. Alan doesn't care about all this, just as the so-called not attracting envy is mediocre, and the Roman legions and Macedonian legions are also extremely famous in the history of the earth, if they can't scare this group of dirt buns, Alan himself doesn't believe it.

"Why did you come along? Not going to accompany your father?" Alan asked Fiona, who had been following her.

Fiona tugged at her windswept cloak and said, "You look cleaner here, unlike them."

Alan nodded, indeed, Allen's army has strict discipline, and it is necessary to maintain a team when marching, and it is strictly forbidden to disrupt any behavior that disturbs the team, so the queue is neat and tidy, and it is a perfect visual experience. At the same time, there are strict requirements for hygiene, and it is absolutely forbidden to defecate anywhere.

This is not the case with other aristocratic armies, where soldiers are in groups of three or five, chatting as they go, and occasionally running out of the queue for a size or something. Even some of the minor nobles were like this, and there were even merchants who ran to buy wine and drink with the soldiers who followed them.

The journey that could have been completed in ten days took fifteen days. Since the beginning of summer 189 in the Holy Light Calendar, it has now officially entered the summer. The weather was getting hotter, and the soldiers didn't have long to walk before they were sweating profusely and had to take off their armor.

If he was ambushed now, he might be wiped out, Alan thought in his heart.

Pulling the neckline, snatching an umbrella from Guy's hand to cover the sun overhead, looking at Fiona who was casual next to him, Alan asked wonderingly, "Aren't you hot?"

Fiona turned her head indifferently and replied: "I'm not hot, martial arts can regulate body temperature when it reaches a certain level, and this temperature is not a big deal." However, when she found Alan with an umbrella, Fiona snatched it and held it above her head.

"How are you snatching my umbrella? Aren't you hot? And if you want an umbrella, can't you say anything, can I not give it to you if you say it" Alan was speechless at Fiona's behavior, "Even if you want to rob it, you have to rob Guy." Guy was shot for no reason on the side, and could only draw circles to curse Allen's unscrupulousness.

Fiona said indifferently: "Although I am not hot, I always have an umbrella to provide shade, and you are closer to me."

This time it was Allen's turn to have nothing to say, and after sorting out his mood, Allen said: "Seriously, you have to follow us as a girl, this is a war, not a joke!" You say that if you are in danger, who will have time to save you. ”

"You don't have to think about me, since I'm here, I definitely don't need you to worry." Fiona gently touched the knight's rapier at her waist and said, "And I'm strong now."

Alan cut off, this is war, how much power can an individual force have.

"What? Don't believe me?" Fiona asked with a smile as she looked at Elan's disapproving look.

Alan immediately nodded and said, "That's right, no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, you're just one person." How much strength can be exerted in the tens of thousands of army formations. ”

"Hmph, then you can wait and see." Fiona didn't defend herself, grabbed her horse's belly, and ran to the front of the line.

Alan didn't care about her, but asked Guy next to him, "Guy, our logistics can keep up."

As Allen's current military chief, Guy is in charge of most of the military affairs. Today, the logistics of the 7,000-strong army is naturally one of the important issues.

Allen's army is a uniform standard equipment, which is distributed by the principality. Unlike other aristocratic armies, the army was mainly carried by soldiers who carried their own equipment. Therefore, for the maintenance, carrying, maintenance and other things of equipment, Allen specially organized a logistics regiment of 2,000 people to carry grain and grass, transport equipment and so on. This logistics regiment is actually some peasants brought in, who usually do some rough work such as driving horse-drawn carriages and moving things. Completely incapable of combat effectiveness.

Guy was an old man from the old duke's time, and his forties, cautious character, and decades of prestige in the army made Alan feel that it was very appropriate to appoint him as the military commander.

Guy replied, "Lord Hui, this time we have plenty of rations, but we don't have much stock of equipment for our soldiers. Small-scale operations are naturally not in the way, but if there is a large-scale operation, and then the soldier's equipment has to be updated and replaced, there is likely to be a gap. ”

Alan nodded, this is naturally clear, the new army has only been established for a few months, and the output of supporting equipment is not high, and it has just reached the standard of maintaining daily consumption.

Last year's harvest was much better than before, thanks to Allen's abandonment of the practice of conscripting peasant soldiers, which gave up the farmers' motivation to produce and more time to take care of their fields. This made it possible for Alan to get rid of the merchants who accompanied the army.

Just as Alan was about to confirm the situation of the army further, a rapid horn sounded from the front of the line.