Under the grey gloomy foreign sky, the Neustrians marched in several columns visible to each other, and although the marshes along the coast had been frozen enough to march after the survey of the forward scouts, it was not a comfortable thing to march in such a wilderness, which had never been walked by anyone, and everyone had to watch his feet as he kept up with the procession, and they walked cautiously, and the cavalry in charge of the escort went back and forth from time to time on both sides of the infantry brigade, shouting slogans for them to be careful. Sometimes, it does happen that the person in front is still walking well, and by the time the person behind is alone, the ice on the marsh has melted away from the trampling of people, and it has become a quagmire.

The quagmire was not as terrible as the Fastswamp in Neustria, and the soldiers had learned how to deal with it in their previous training, but it was always a hassle to get stuck in. Sometimes, the cavalry guarding the two flanks would accidentally get bogged down in a quagmire without warning, which was even more troublesome. In the middle of the columns of infantry marched several carriages for such stragglers, equipped with portable charcoal stoves and doctors to judge the situation, as well as a series of medieval medical equipment very similar in shape to medieval torture instruments to scare minor injuries back to the line of fire before they were used, to help those who had accidentally fallen into the mud and those who pretended to have accidentally fallen into the mud to restore their fighting power.

Along the way, the doctor Jeanne treated several foot soldiers who had fallen into the mud, a cavalryman who had fallen into the mud and his horses, and an infantryman who had unfortunately twisted his foot. These people were not seriously injured, and Jeanna gave the two people a straight skelet. The rest of yourself will be fine. After that, her work became very leisurely.

"Your tactics seem to be too heavy." Her Majesty said to her doctor, "Some people complain that they hear the cries of evil spirits. ”

"It's because his eardrums and heart are too fragile. "Jeanne was dismissive of the situation, "who said that he should come to the hospital to help for three months after the battle, and make sure that he can listen to this voice as an accompaniment in the future-listen, I mean it, we are very short of surgical assistants and people to carry corpses, very short, how many times have I reported it......"

This time, even Her Majesty the Queen obediently returned to her work. She no longer gives advice on the doctor's profession, and rarely runs out on an expedition, so that she will not be stupid enough to argue with her subordinates about the budget while marching.

The rest of the people's work was not as leisurely as Na's, and the march in a foreign land made their nerves tense, and the weather was not pleasant to be called different from the Neustrian land that they were all familiar with before, but there were also advantages in a foreign country, that is, they didn't have to worry about someone deserting, and they didn't run away because they had the slightest brains to suffer now—where could they flee in a foreign land?

If you don't even have a brain. Such desertion, then, although it reduced the number of the army, undoubtedly increased the combat effectiveness of the army. What role can a fearless and brainless person play in the army? Probably the effect of taking the lead in escaping when the situation is not good. In many cases, the armies that were cobbled together by forcible raff looked huge in number, but they could not fight the small number of professional samurai who were determined to fight, and those glorious examples of fighting more with less in military history were one after another. Careful analysis is inseparable from the silent dedication of these pig teammates who are full of two hearts behind the scenes.

Qi Jiguang said in his book of soldiers that the more soldiers come out of the mountains, the more they don't understand the language, the better. Because of the language barrier, the possibility of escaping is greatly reduced. Although Luo Yi's subordinates are not all soldiers drawn from the mountains, the effect is similar. Beneath your feet is a muddy, frozen swamp. The sky was an ominous cloud, and the fine snow swooped down on their faces, but the march of the whole army was so orderly and well-trained that a few of the shepherds and hunters who lived in the swamp walked away with crosses drawn after watching their movements from afar, thinking that they must have seen the illusion of the swamp mist demon or the ice banshee—how could a mortal army be so neatly organized? They are not ordinary countrymen, they have often seen those nobles of all countries gathered in the royal village not far away in order to recover Newsteria, and they have never been like this!

While the Neustrians marched to the seat of the exiled royal family, the people of the exiled royal family were not idle.

Steward Bojett walked briskly around his leather coat, moving as swiftly as a butterfly in a flower, he was giving orders to this one moment, pointing at that one moment, and thinking about his feud with old Scott and the position of the eagle cage keeper, hey, he was very busy! Moreover, he felt that his busyness was not only good for himself, but also good for his master!

The Duke of Ulrich had put on his hunting suit, and his shoulders were as broad as a large oak tree, but his back had been curved, making him a little shorter than before, but because he was taller than everyone else, he was still condescending to the others. The servants served him and put on his fur hat, and three attendants followed him, one carrying a spear for him, one with a bow and arrow, and one with an axe. All three weapons were suitable for his stature, though two of them had been snatched from someone else. So they went out into the courtyard, where the keeper of the dogs waited for them with the dogs and the rest of the servants.

Originally, they should have gone out a long time ago, but the Duke of Scott's previous incident delayed the Duke for some time, and at last, the Duke of Cutis and some others persuaded him to wait until the weather was clearer before going out hunting, and then, Archbishop Joseph, discussed some things with him, so he did not set out until now, because the time had been delayed a lot, so he decided not to go to the distant forest, but to hunt some game in the frozen swamp nearby.

Two nobles from foreign lands and some of his cronies accompanied him on a hunting trip, and the duke's cronies were not happy to go out hunting in such weather, but the duke said to them, "What is such a little snow?" "Insisting on hunting, the others did not dare to disobey him, but the two foreign nobles came from a warm and infrequent snowy country, and they were happy to go out hunting and recreation on snowy days.

When everyone had gathered, Hu Cong blew the trumpet, and the Duke and his party rode towards the nearby marsh. (To be continued......)

PS: To a reader who is allergic to White Lotus: First of all, White Lotus describes a pure and flawless mental state, not an appearance; Then, it was not the heroine who made this evaluation, considering that the people who made this evaluation are all special talents who steal, kidnap and decathlon, this evaluation is actually very complicated, probably similar to "There is a Communist Party among us"; Secondly, the male protagonist of the Thunderbolt puppet show is also known as the fragrant white lotus (but I haven't seen the puppet show, I don't know if the male protagonist is a pseudo-girl); Finally, the archbishop himself is very allergic to this adjective, but his allergic state is not to hit his head to death, but to reach out and touch his pure steel cane to give the other party a hard blow (see "The Daily Life of the Faint King")