After half a day's work, the Salz people received some equipment needed for the war under the leadership of Aaron. With the equipment, the recruits were obviously much harder than before, and even some nobles did not care about the dirt lying on the dirt, and trained as hard as the rest of the soldiers.

"Aaron, now that the equipment is so lacking, do you think this battle can be won?" Judging from Aaron's mouth and the equipment of other squadrons, Gibson has already guessed a few points.

Glancing at Ah Tai, who was concentrating on the heavy sword, Aaron shook his head and said, "I don't know, I shouldn't lose." According to Uncle Mayne, our empire has been the final victor in several wars with the Slovenian Empire. ”

"Well, that's right. But we—" Gibson said worriedly.

"I know what you're trying to say, don't worry man. Besides, we're a reserve force, and it's not our turn to fight head-on, you know?" said Atai, stroking the heavy sword that he loved so much.

"But Atai, I don't think the Duke spent so much gold to recruit us so that we could be stationed in the back to watch the play. I inquired with the Adjutant in the morning, and the Duke's most elite Oak Legion had already headed for the Iron Castle. Our corps stationed in Osebia will soon be sent to the front as well. Gibson spoke with a hint of crying, and his eyes were weak. Indeed, going to the front line to fight the devil who kills without blinking an eye is terrifying for a man who just wants to be a chef.

After listening to this, Aaron was stunned for a moment. Atai shook his head and said, "It looks like it won't be long before we will be sent to the front." Guys, are you ready?"

Aaron said excitedly: "What does it matter? Aren't we conscripted into the army just to make a contribution? You think about it, we work so hard in Salz that we don't even have a single ore (gold coin) all year round." If we can kill a few more bastards on the battlefield and survive the fuck, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives. ”

For freedmen like them, the idea of small peasants has a long history. Naturally, Aaron's words were quickly echoed by Artay. As for Gibson, he is more worried about having money and life to spend. He would rather not have that money than go to the front and tear apart the Slovenians.

However, it is a blessing and not a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Young people are never short of enthusiasm, even the cowardly Gibson. Soon, the three young men were talking about how to train their soldiers to increase their squad's chances of survival on the battlefield. The three of them are now squad leaders with dozens of people.

The rallying call for training also sounded at this time, and Alun and the others quickly rushed out of the tent, gathered the soldiers of their respective squads, and hurried towards the training clearing.

At the same time, the Duke's elite, Paul's proud Oak Legion, approached the Iron Castle majestically. Along with the Oak Legion were two other private armies, which, although inferior in combat to the Oak Legion, played a role as cover and reserve troops on both flanks of the Oak Legion.

In the rear of the Grand Legion, hundreds of heralds traveled between the Legion and Oak Castle. Daily updates were delivered to Duke Paul with swift and unerring accuracy, so that he could keep abreast of the battlefield information so that he could give the most appropriate orders. Of course, past experience also told the Duke that this war would definitely bring him greater glory and wealth. Because, the Slovenians could not escape the curse of the gods, and the war they waged was doomed.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, but for Aaron, this half a month was like a year. The daily training made their skin wear off several layers, and they didn't know how much sweat and blood had flowed. However, today's recruits march and shout with a neat and fierce atmosphere. Obviously, this month's training can be said to have made them reborn. The military of the Aragon Empire is indeed superior.

However, the people of Oak Castle are not as prosperous as they are here. The Oak Legion sent by the Duke had not sent back information for nearly seven days, and even the two private armies that flanked the legion seemed to have sunk into the sea. A bad premonition began to slowly fill the duke's head. Some bad rumors are also slowly rising among the top echelons of real power.

Day 8, Fort Oak.

A sharp sound of horses' hooves broke the long-suppressed atmosphere in the square in front of the Duke's palace, and galloped towards the gate of the palace at a rather terrifying speed. The powerful hooves of the horses pounded the marble ground intensively, but the rhythm was messy and panicked.

Such a huge movement soon alarmed Duke Paul, who was pacing back and forth in the mansion, and his heart was on the front line of the Iron and Blood Battle Castle. The guards standing in front of the door saw that the speed of the comers was not slowing down, and they couldn't help but apply for vigilance, unsheathed their blades, and shouted urgently: "Who is it? Stop!"

While the guards shouted, the duke and several important officials also walked to the door, escorted by dozens of guards. It's just that before the visitor could get close to the door of the duke's mansion, he had already fallen to the ground by himself, and it seemed that he was still injured.

"My lord, it seems to be the insignia of the Oak Legion!" a person next to him quickly reminded the Duke after a brief observation.

"Quick, get him up, damn it. The long-awaited man finally came, and the Duke hurriedly cursed the guards at the door, and he walked quickly to the man under the bows of the crowd.

As if hearing the duke's voice in a blur, the knight barely opened his eyes for a moment, looked at the duke who leaned over, and seemed to use all his strength to say what he was about to say: "Great ...... My lord, there are people in the Oak Legion who have betrayed the Empire and colluded with foreign enemies. The Oak Legion was wiped out...... Now the Slovenians are preparing to cross the Bagan and advance to ...... Advance into Osepia...... Big... Big...... Yes... Poof—" The knight who told the news seemed to have a lot to say, but a mouthful of blood gushed out and flooded his throat, and then he fainted, in a terrible state. "Damn, how can this be? Someone would betray the Empire, betray the Lord. Oh-" After hearing this bad news, the duke was so angry that he couldn't bear it for a while and passed out.

"Your Excellency!" shouted the crowd, and then hurriedly helped the Duke back to the mansion. As for the cavalryman who reported the news, he did not rest much on the way, and did not even take care of the wounds on his body, and finally died of his wounds.

However, the Duke's calamity is not over. Two days later, news came from the Russian side that Brooks, the new commander of the 3rd Brigade, took the lead in inciting several high-ranking officers to rebel, and the 400,000 troops of the Russian garrison fled in defeat.

At this moment, the duke no longer believed that the Slovenians were easy to bully, and on the night he received the news, he packed up the gold and silver treasures, and escaped from his territory, Aquitania Province, under the escort of 30,000 private troops.

The heat was overwhelming, and the earth was lifeless under the scorching sun.

A fallen leaf fell from a branch on Aaron's face. He clenched the long sword in his hand that was no longer cold, and even had been curled in many places. That sense of reality made his heart relax slightly.

Five days have passed since the fall of Osepia. In that battle, Aaron was separated from Atai and the others in the midst of the chaos, and only Gibson and nearly 100 other soldiers from Salz were still with him.

"Well, Aaron, do you think Atai is still alive now?" Gibson looked pale and stared. But there are few who don't speak with a crying voice. It can be seen that the escape between life and death in the past few days has made him grow a lot.

The others also looked decadent, and many of them used their crooked brains to escape back to their hometown in Salz. If this is the case, although it will be blamed and scolded by people in the future, and even severely punished by the Imperial Military Department, it is at least much better than dying now.

Aaron didn't answer Gibson's words, his heart was also worried about Artey, but there was something about the survival of nearly a hundred lives here that he didn't have time to think about these things for a moment.

As far as the eye could see, at the end of the wilderness, a faint black line appeared in Aaron's field of vision, wriggling.

"Did you catch it again?" a faint look of helplessness rose at the corner of Aaron's mouth, and finally, he tightened the bladed sword in his hand and stood up.

The repeated vicious battles made him quickly transform from an innocent and not a naughty imp to a cold-blooded butcher. In the past few days, no less than twenty Slovenians have died under his sword, and there are even traitors and cowards who followed Brooks to betray the empire.

Now he has just realized that the praise and welcome of others cannot be trusted. Brooks had a terrible effect on him. Even those soldiers who called themselves brothers and sisters, and who shed blood and sweat during the training days, betrayed the empire in the face of life and death.

The leader of the invaders, Lord Marquis Hughes, did not stop long after receiving the order from the imperial capital, and immediately continued to advance non-stop, in order to quickly expand the results of the battle, occupy more land of the Aragon Empire and loot more supplies. As a rebel, Brooks was sent by Hughes to the front of his legion as a spearhead, responsible for clearing the obstacles that stood in the way of the army's advance.

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