While the Duke was shaking his fist and roaring at his officers, a hundred miles away in Osebia, Aaron and the others were stationed under the command of the non-commissioned officers, oblivious to what was happening inside the Oak Castle.

Located on the border between the city of Salz and the Acura Plain, Osebbia guarded one of the main arteries from the plains to the province of Aquitania. The terrain is wide and flat, except for a fairly large forest on the right side of the main road, and the rest of the place is almost a flat open area.

Except for the frequent business travelers between the two countries, most of the people of the two countries have never heard of the name of this place. However, after the start of the war and the news of the fall of the Iron and Blood Battle Fort spread, the four words "Rosebia" seemed to have been blown through most of the two countries by a strong wind overnight. Almost half of the citizens of both countries know the name Osebia.

It was arguably one of the main land routes of the empire to the south. During peacetime, there was a large flow of merchants, so Duke Paul set up customs duties here for business travelers between Aragon and Slovenia. But the Iron Fort that now holds the vital southern passage had fallen a month ago. Therefore, as a last resort, the Duke stationed heavy troops at the checkpoint of Osepia, which did not have much defensive advantage.

Duke Paul Claes was a man with little ink but a high opinion of himself. Except for the treasurer, ceremonial officer, and security chief, who had previously followed and served his old son, the previous lord of Aquitania, most of the other officials who were promoted by him were flattering and low-handed.

Therefore, our Lord Duke believed that in front of Osebia was an iron-clad fortress crawling with Slovenians, and behind it were plain farmlands, pastures, lakes and mines. If the defenders stationed in Osebia can't stop the Slovenians, then their wealth will be handed over to the despicable bastards.

Like other lords, Paul saw everything within the territory as his own. Aside from the usual annual taxes and the money needed to take care of the relations between the parties, he would never allow the bastards in the South to put their dirty, smelly hands into their purses.

Yes, this was a terrible thing for Paul, even worse than hearing the sad news of his father's death. Damn, how could he tolerate such an unfortunate thing happening? In view of this, the Duke did not take Kukochi and a few old courtiers to remind him, and stubbornly ordered that nearly half of the troops of his elite private army, the "Oak Legion", be stationed at the highway checkpoint in Osepia, so that they could better train the rookies who had just been recruited.

Now, the blacksmiths, workshops, and chambers of commerce throughout the province were mobilized by the Duke regardless of their size. Batches of ordnance and strategic materials were continuously transported to Russia by horse teams of large and small chambers of commerce.

After Duke Paul's angry roar that day, after a few days of careful calculation and the gradual clarity of the present situation, his heart and liver that hung on his heart gradually returned to its place. According to the information sent back by the fast horses on the front, he clearly knew that this time the Slovenians temporarily conscripted 100,000 soldiers, in addition to the main force of the regular army of 50,000. As for the combat effectiveness of the Slovenians, the Duke is still sure that with his current strength, he can completely crush them, or at least block their progress.

Don't forget, Paul's dead father was a marshal who Louis III called "the key to the south" and possessed the power of the Golden Realm. Although Paul has not personally led his troops to fight the Slovenians, the Duke has known since he was a child that those Slovenians are soft-footed shrimp. Aside from being a little more explosive and using some of the dark magic they despise, they have no other tricks to defeat their own legions.

The day after Duke Paul's mood improved. The Imperial visitor, the envoy of His Majesty the Emperor, sent an exciting good news to the duke, who had just regained his self-confidence—the Emperor sent the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Brigades of the Silver Fox Legion, totaling 18,000 elite troops, to come to the rescue. In addition, the envoy also said that His Majesty had sent three envoys to the three provinces around Aquitania and ordered the lords there to quickly deploy troops to support Duke Paul, and there was no room for error.

"Aha, praise the great god of war, merciful and wise Your Majesty!" After receiving these two good news, the Duke was so confident that he almost dared to boast that he would hang the bastards who had violated his territory one by one from thick ropes to the tall stone pillars, and set them on fire after half a month of exposure.

"Well, then their sinful souls may be freed from those evil demons and returned to the arms of the great god of war. The duke's right hand gently stroked his blush and beard, and he thought secretly.

The good news brought by the envoy and the high fighting spirit of the Duke soon infected the officials around him. Even the old man of the financial officer, who had been frowning all the time, couldn't contain his excitement.

The treasurer could not contain the excitement in his heart, and immediately made a loud and high-profile statement to the Duke: "My lord, our province has a large population, and even the constantly recruited recruits can drown those Slovenians! Moreover, after careful and repeated calculations and verifications, I and the other officials have found that our financial situation is worthy of our hats and cheers, my lord!"

"Oh, are we financially sufficient to support this war? Duke Paul was pleasantly surprised.

The inspector on the side also picked up his words, and said to the duke with complacency: "That's right, your honorable lord, this is indeed the case. Oh, we have over a million citizens living in our province, hehe, I can't think of any reason why we need to be afraid of those bastards. ”

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became very pleasant and exciting. Joy is due to the fact that many problems seem to have been solved in the face of this flurry of good news, and how can you not excite them when the coming merit is so easy to come at your fingertips?

After the Duke put forward the core operational idea of "strategically despising the enemy and tactically valuing the enemy", all pre-war preparations were carried out in an orderly manner. Naturally, the training of new recruits is also in full swing. Although the number of enemies is already more than the invading enemy, it is more certain that it can improve its combat effectiveness. Besides, every soldier was Duke Paul's precious private property, and it could not be easily wasted. You know, if the Duke knew which damn bastard would dare to squander his fortune without getting it back, no one would hesitate to believe that the Duke would tear that man in half. No, maybe it was like the evil infidels, tied to stone pillars and tortured, and then burned to death.

Jack's military camp was stationed west of Oseibia. The size of the camp, which was supposed to contain 5,000 people, was already a bit crowded. This time, he was ordered to recruit new soldiers from all over the country, and there were more than 20,000 people at once. In his eagerness, how could a small camp accommodate nearly 30,000 troops? On the fourth day after he reported this thorny issue to the upper echelons of the Legion, he received a positive response from the Duke - 7,000 military tents. In addition, the new force of logging and building houses has been added, and the work efficiency has also been continuously improved. Within a few days, the huts and tents were on the edge of the forest. Aaron, the rookie recruits, also have a place to sleep.

If the fiery music of the wind opens the curtain on the Osepbian stage, then the moon and stars and the howling of the insects blowing in the wind are the rare summer night dances of this war-clouded region.

In contrast to the sparsely scattered villages in most parts of Osepia, the camps stationed around the checkpoint are noticeably noisy. In other words, the night is the beginning of some people's lives. Ever since Jack's camp was barely accommodating the recruits, it had been so lively. The Second Brigade, which had been expanded beyond its capacity, was severely understaffed in terms of management and manpower, and many of the children of the nobles who had enlisted in the army soon revealed their primitive nature after long journeys and unexperienced painful disasters such as logging.

They danced around large campfires, drank the wine they had brought with them from their hometowns, and munched on the charred game, accompanied by the sound of fist strokes, the clashing of containers full of wine, and the occasional invective. They drank and writhed every night before falling asleep, occasionally muttering something unconsciously. Those who had not yet fully drunk and lost their minds gathered around each other and shouted and twisted their bodies, and a few foul words burst out of their mouths from time to time.

Many aristocrats were stimulated by alcohol to call for companionship, and even invited civilian recruits to join their revelry queues. Naturally, people are always tempted by desire. Most of these people have sharpened heads and want to have a little relationship with those nobles so that they can plan for their future future. Whether he is the son of a rich family or a poor man, or some ruined aristocracy in the middle of the road, all of them think this way.

After falling in love with each other and eyebrows, the carnival team grew larger and larger, and even many veterans were infected by this seductive atmosphere and joined in. With the drive of the veterans, the invitation of the noble lords, and the lure of the strong flavor of interests, in the end, almost the soldiers of the entire camp joined in.

In the first few days, Jack also dealt harshly with several of the leading nobles in this bad incident. However, the momentum of the carnival was not effectively controlled, and even a small number of soldiers from an adjacent garrison joined in. Helplessly, Jack turned a blind eye. Anyway, these bastards just need to not cause themselves any trouble.

"Hi Aaron. Haven't you slept yet?" little Gibson didn't know when he came in from outside the tent.

Alun, who was lying on the dry haystack tossing and turning, glanced at little Gibson and replied angrily: "Didn't you hear those aristocratic lords outside partying?"

"Haha, my dear brother, why don't we go play with them too?" asked little Gibson as he licked his dry lips and looked at Aaron with a hint of longing.

"No, I'm not going there. I don't want to be surrounded by them like a clown!" Aaron vehemently rejected his proposal.

"Oh man, while I don't agree with you, I absolutely respect what you mean. Oh God, I don't want to stay in this damn tent any longer and listen to them drinking wine and munching on delicious food, I'm going crazy!" little Gibson clutched his hair in pain.

"Take it easy, my brother. Maybe the two of us can venture into the forest. Hehe, maybe there's something surprising to discover. Little Allen sat up and patted little Gibson on the shoulder and comforted.

"Well, maybe you're right. Aha, no one can say we'll find a small bag of gold in the dark forest. That way, I can go back to Salzcity after the war and open a tavern or something. Well, my cooking skills are not good enough, maybe I will have to find a famous chef in the future. My father's cooking is terrible!" Gibson Jr. agreed with Aaron's proposal.

"Haha, you're just as good at cooking as yours!" quipped little Aaron as he stood up.

"Don't turn around, Aaron. What do you mean?" asked little Gibson as he stood up, followed Aaron out of the tent, and asked.

"Your cooking is ugly and smelly, hehe!" Arlen jokingly rushed out of the tent.

"Damn it, you bastard, stop me. I'm going to have to fix you!" Little Gibson angrily swung his fleshy fist and chased after him.

"Bang-"

Aaron, who was at the front, crashed into a sturdy object. He felt like he had hit a wall, and he was unlucky enough to be knocked to the ground by the force of the shock, and his mind was still a little dizzy.

"Aaron, what's wrong with you?" the chubby little Gibson in the back staggered up a few times, helped Aaron up and asked with concern.

"Damn, when did a wall go up outside the tent?" little Aaron scolded loudly with a few shakes of his still dizzy little head.

"No, I didn't see it when I first came in!" Chubby shook his head, affirmatively denying Aaron's suspicions.

"How-"

"Damn, it's a daredevil, who doesn't have long eyes, and he bumped into Young Master Ben. Before Aaron could finish speaking, an angry voice came from outside the tent. Immediately, a tall figure broke in with the curtain of the tent opened. Immediately after that, there was another figure, no, it was two, no, three four............

Under the horrified and surprised gazes of Allen and Fat Little Gibson, dozens of figures crowded their big tent.

"It's you two damned daredevils, I'm going to teach you a good lesson today!" With that, the man beckoned his companions to throw Aaron and little Gibson out of the tent and rush forward.

Aaron, who was thrown and ate, also turned his head the first time he fell to the ground, looked up and saw the visitor clearly. The one who took the lead, that is, the boy who was bumped into by himself, was John Wallace, a famous evil boy in Salz. Lao Tzu was a distant cousin of the Marquis Anthony. As for the others, Aaron recognized only two of them as minor nobles.

The fat little Gibson was smashed and grinned, and he couldn't get up after lying on the ground for a while.

"Hi guys, let's find out who these two bugs are! After the crowd surrounded Aaron and the others, John rubbed his chest, which was still aching faintly, a few times, and greeted him with bad intentions.

"John, just fix them up, and we're going to have to go to the party. A young man in his twenties and fifteens dissatisfied.

"That's right, John, Charlie is right. I don't want to waste my time on these insignificant bugs. Another young man, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, straightened his collar and looked elegant.

"Rest assured, there will be no delay. I'll be done with them soon!" John responded. He then walked over to Aaron and Gibson Jr. and took a closer look. Next to John, there were four or five sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys. Unlike John, the faces of these teenagers were full of respect and sycophancy, and of course, a few fierce glances.

"Master John, I recognize them. They are two small workers in a tavern in the south of the city. One of the teenagers suddenly looked happy, and quickly stepped forward and pointed to the two on the ground and said.

"Damn, you two bugs swept away Young Master Ben's revelry. I see you're itching, phew!" a mouthful of phlegm spat from John's mouth onto little Gibson's brown-red hair.

"How can you insult me and my brother like this!" Aaron replied forcefully for the first time to the noble lord who usually wielded power over his head. As for little Gibson on the side, he was even more frightened after the thick phlegm landed on his hair, and he knew that he would inevitably be repaired this time.

Being insulted like this by his peers, even if the other party is a nobleman, it can't extinguish Aaron's anger. Since the storm, Aaron hadn't noticed a casual change in his thinking. Except for the strength and endurance of his body that were a little better than before, he didn't notice anything else.

"Wow!" John screamed at Aaron's reaction, and smiled with a smirk left and right: "Aha, this damn pariah, actually- I called you a ** garbage arrogant in front of Young Master Ben!"

When the teenagers were about to laugh at John's screams, John suddenly turned around and slapped Aronna in the skinny face.

Smack-

Aaron had no chance to dodge, and was naturally knocked to the ground by John. Little Gibson saw Aaron being beaten, and although he didn't dare to resist these nobles or anything, he threw himself on little Aaron's thin body with righteousness like he did last time. He hoped that his thick-skinned and thick-skinned body could take a few punches for his good brother's thin body.

"Master John, these poor bugs are not worth your own hands, let me teach them a lesson on your behalf. The young man who recognized the identities of the two stepped forward and flattered.

"That's right. Repair this garbage, where do you need to do it yourself, Master John. The noble ladies at the carnival party still need your sufficient physical strength to care about it!ahahaha-" Another young man also stepped forward and said flatteringly.

"Haha-" The crowd burst into laughter.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. Damn, my collar is crooked, it's all from these abominable pariahs. John suddenly noticed that his collar had been pulled aside at some point, and he yelled.

"Don't worry, my friend. Ali, my servant, go and get a new garment for Master John to change. The young man named Charlie shouted to a middle-aged man dressed as a slave behind him.

"Yes, Master Charlie. The servant departed.

"Thanks, Charlie. My dear friend. John showed two very different attitudes from just now, and gracefully stepped forward and hugged Charlie. But in the eyes of Allen and Gibson Jr., these are simply aristocratic etiquette that is hypocritical to the extreme.

While John's aristocratic children stood aside and praised each other, a few rich children here began to launch a military operation codenamed "Sycophancy" against the two unlucky ghosts on the ground.

With the combination of punches and kicks, the two boys couldn't remember whether it was four or five people who were beating around them. All they know is that the fists and kicks that rained down on their bodies, their heads, and their feet. Anyway, as long as it is exposed under the other party's eyelids, it will be violently attacked by the other party.

"Okay, good beating. Damn it, teach them a hard lesson. Let these bed bugs walk with their eyes later. John chatted with the aristocratic teenagers, cheering him on from time to time.

Hearing the master's words, several attackers became even more unscrupulous, as if they had been drugged, and beat the two poor ghosts who had no power to fight back.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a burst of shouting exploded around everyone like thunder on the ground.

Including the two who were grinning from the beating, everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from.