In winter, the northern plains of the continent are cold and dry, and the cold wind whistles through the vast and empty fields, blowing on people's faces like a knife scraping.

In such a season, even the hard-working gray camel merchants are reluctant to run out, and the vast majority of people will nest in warm homes and wait for spring to come.

On the road leading from Tormond, the capital of the Southwestern Province, to Uglu, the royal capital of the province of Shengyao, a huge army was advancing, and the long procession stretched for more than ten miles, looking like a swimming dragon from a distance.

This is an expeditionary force sent to the north by the southwestern provinces, and it consists of the 3rd Regiment of the Tormund garrison and 30,000 territorial levies, plus the total number of baggage auxiliaries is close to 50,000.

Guided by the Lion's Wing Battle Banner, the brightly armored knights walked at the forefront of the legion, and the Wolf and Lion Cavalry Battalion of the Third War Regiment was famous, and their proud and confident faces gave a glimpse of the glorious history of this elite.

Behind the cavalry battalion was the infantry battalion, but all the warriors were not on foot, and the warriors were carried by standard transport wagons pulled by steppe horses, so that they did not have to walk hundreds of miles a day in the cold wind.

After hundreds of years of war, the war mobilization system of the Bimon Kingdom is very complete, and the kingdom spent hundreds of years building a road from the royal capital of Ugru to the capital of the major provinces, and once the war comes, the armies from all over the country can quickly assemble through the road.

The abundance of wagons allowed the territorial levies to enjoy the treatment of regular legions, and dozens of warriors could huddle together on a stinking wagon to warm each other and tell half-baked jokes to pass the time.

For many of them, this may be the last leisure time of their lives.

But in the rear of this huge mixed army, there is an unusual outlier.

Syllable!

The cow tendon leather whip threw a beautiful whip flower in the air, tearing the air and making a loud sound, causing several warriors who were trying their best to keep up with the team to tremble involuntarily.

They've tasted the power of this whip!

"Run for me!" said the rock hammer riding on the bronze-armored rhinoceros, waving his leather whip, and roaring viciously, "If anyone is left behind, there will be no dinner!"

Nine hundred warriors ran past Leon in a neat pace, and the white breath exhaled by the warriors gathered into a mist and curled upward.

From the day he left Tormond, Leon trained his reading brigade rigorously on the road.

He asked the Count of Octavia for a postponement of the mission, and tomorrow he had all the warriors run and go until they were exhausted and could not continue to be allowed to rest in the transport wagon.

Not only that, but when it was time to camp and rest in the evening, the fighters who were divided into two squadrons had to train against each other, and only the victors could enjoy the best food and the warmest tents.

At first, the new warriors were extremely incomprehensible, as none of their original territorial guards had been trained so rigorously, let alone on the march.

But if you don't understand, you don't understand, Leon's order is unquestionable, and the veterans of the Thunder Beast Battle Camp do not hesitate to carry out the training order, and they can run a hundred miles a day and definitely not run ninety-nine.

When it came time to train in the evening battles, the veterans used their skillful combat skills to humiliate the newcomers to the fullest, so that they could enjoy the best food.

In such a situation, the recruits were very emotional, some resisted and some wanted to escape, but when the heads of the escapees were hung bloodily behind the carriage, everyone was silent.

As time went on, there was less and less revolt, as the recruits found that what they enjoyed was almost no different from that of the veterans, with good weapons and armor, plenty of food, and even a salary!

This is in stark contrast to other territorial armies, as most of them only eat two meals a day due to insufficient supplies, and the food is basically gray wheat bread, pickled vegetable roots, and a pitiful amount of jerky.

They were given fragrant rye bread, chunks of beef and hot coarse garlic soup, which allowed them to survive the hard work.

This kind of treatment makes them feel different from others.

And what surprised them the most was that every day Leon would jump off the beast horse, take off his cloak and armor, and run with them in the cold wind with his chest.

Gradually, no one complained about Leon's harshness, and the recruits trained with the veterans, learning their combat skills, and when it came time to fight the veterans for a few rounds before the evening rest.

Looking at the energetic young warriors in front of him, Leon nodded with satisfaction, and the Reading Force, which had joined half of the recruits, basically completed the integration process.

But if you want to become a real elite, the Reading Brigade still needs the test of war, there is no problem with veterans, and recruits can never become real fighters without blood.

"Let's go!"

Leon rode the bronze-armored rhinoceros and accelerated forward with a few retinues, and soon caught up with the baggage battalion in front.

The Southwest Army of the Far North had a baggage battalion of hundreds of wagons to transport food and supplies, and they were also tasked with supplying the needs of the entire army.

Baron Lena was a veteran quartermaster with the shrewdness and scheming surname of the fox people, and it was almost impossible for anyone to take advantage of him.

But when the old fox spotted Leon coming up from behind, his first reaction was to get into the tent and pretend that he wasn't there.

"Baron Lena, I see you, are you so unwelcome to me?" Leon laughed, and sped forward to parallel the quartermaster's carriage.

Damn it! Baron Lena cursed secretly, gave up the idea of hiding, and asked with a straight face: "Baron Leon, you should understand how unpopular you are with me, and I remember that your munitions were sent out a few days ago!"

"That's not enough!" said Leon unashamedly, "the two thousand pounds of jerky that have been allocated to us have already been eaten, so let's divide a few thousand pounds more for us!"

Two thousand pounds of jerky were eaten up in just three days! Baron Lena only felt a surge of blood.

The beast god is on top, because of the order of Count Octavia, he is already very good at taking care of the reading brigade, and the supply of materials is completely in accordance with the standard of the main force of the third war group, and those ordinary territorial troops who can get half a pound of jerky at a time will snicker.

The Reading Force Brigade ate up 2,000 pounds in three days, and Tian shamelessly came to demand again, the supplies of the baggage battalion are endless!

"No, not a pound!" the old fox gritted his teeth and roared, "It's all for you, let the others drink the northwest wind!"

The smile on Leon's face did not diminish at all: "How could it not be, I obviously saw that there are several big cars, you give it to me first, and then buy it in the next town to make up for it, it's a big deal that I will pay for it myself!"

"It's not a matter of money!" Baron Lena explained with a bitter face, "I will lose someone else's share if I give you a share, these carts of beef are for the cavalry battalion, and if they blame it, I really can't afford it..."

"The cavalry battalion can't eat so much..."Leon raised his eyebrows: "I won't embarrass you, just take a cart!"

Without waiting for the other party to agree or not, Leon made a color at the rock hammer that followed him, and the rock hammer immediately led people to intercept it.

"How can you do this? This is a robbery!" the old fox yelled angrily, "**naked robbery!"

It's just that no matter how violently he jumped, under the threat of the samurai tomahawk, the baggage soldiers behind did not dare to disobey, and obediently gave way to the carriage full of dried meat.

Leon, who had succeeded, smiled and walked away, leaving only the old fox jumping on the carriage alone: "I swear that I will complain to the Count of Octavia!

This kind of scene is not unfamiliar to the Reading Force Brigade that follows behind, because it has happened many times along the way, and the Thunder Beast veterans feel normal, but the feelings of those recruits are extremely different.

Because Leon did not squander the supplies he had taken from the quartermaster for his own enjoyment, but for everyone's sake, such a chief was what all soldiers expected.

From disgust and fear to trust and reverence, the psychology of the recruits has quietly changed, leaving an indelible imprint in their hearts!

Soon, the Count of Octavia, who was at the forefront, received his seventh complaint from Baron Lena.

Although the report was more vehement, describing Leon as a brutal and brutal visitor, the greatest scourge in the army, the Count only smiled faintly and tossed the report aside.

As the commander of the army, it is impossible for him to be ignorant of the affairs of the Reading Brigade, but the Count not only does not have any disgust with what Leon has done along the way, but appreciates it very much, because he can see what Leon's purpose is.

To be able to bring such a team under his command is not in vain for him to condescend to make friends personally.

As for the trivial matter of snatching supplies, what can it be? Beamon's army should be brave, how can a warrior as docile as a sheep go into battle?

The Count of Octavia was even considering whether he could take Leon into his camp after the war was over, and perhaps marriage would be a good choice.

His attitude is destined for Baron Lena to continue to be depressed and aggrieved!

Leon, who was in the rear, didn't know that the Count Octavia had actually made his own personal idea, and he led the more and more elite reading brigade to the north.

The battlefield where iron and blood are intertwined is the place where men become famous!

(To be continued)