In the early morning, light snow drifted in the hazy sky, and the cold snap from the north never left the city of Sal.

Originally, at this time, the streets of Sal City were lonely and cold, and most people would huddle in the warm quilts, waiting for a little warmer before getting up, and the mercenary merchants who came and went would not appear.

But the main street of Saarland is crowded with people, and many residents pour into the streets.

They had come to see off the conscripted army of Salling's kingdom, and among the five hundred elite warriors were their relatives, sons, friends... Although it was a common thing for the Thunderbeast Warband, this expedition was extraordinary, they were going to the north to fight the barbarians, and it would take a month or two just to go back and forth on the road.

If the fighting continues, these residents will have to wait half a year or more for their return, and no one knows how many will return alive by then.

The distant Far North Ice Sheet, murderous and bloodthirsty barbarians... Like a boulder pressing on everyone's heart, everyone lost their smiles.

Riding on the back of the bronze-armored rhinoceros, Leon looked at the people who were silently seeing off on both sides of the street, and his heart was full of feelings.

If it were possible, how could he be willing to live a life of fighting in the south and the north, but Salling has gone through all difficulties to get to the present, everything depends on bloody battles, and he has long been unable to advance or retreat.

All he could do was to bring back these simple, loyal, and brave warriors behind him alive as much as possible.

This is also the most important reason why he personally led the army, the soldiers of the Sal Command will never be cannon fodder for others!

Four hundred heavily armed warriors marched out of the gates of the city of Sal in orderly steps, followed by a hundred baggage wagons, and they braved the wind and snow with high spirits and resolutely walked into the unknown distance.

Elder Munstan led a group of people from the territory to send them miles away, and when the warriors disappeared into the distant mountains and forests, they still stood in the snow and refused to return for a long time.

On the mountain road, Leon's agitated mood calmed down, but for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

He thought for a moment, rode the beast rider to stop on the side of the road, and motioned for the rock hammer to lead the people on.

The warriors walked in front of him in a row, and there was no problem, but among the baggage soldiers behind him, Leon noticed something unusual.

It was a slender warrior, who, like the other warriors, was wrapped in a cold leather robe, with a thick animal skin scarf around his head and neck, and his face could not be seen clearly when his head was lowered.

It's just that his posture and walking posture are in stark contrast to those strong and sturdy warriors next to him, so he was seen by Leon at a glance.

Leon couldn't help but sigh, jumped off the back of the rhino horse, and reached out to pull the other party's way.

The warrior stopped, but did not dare to look up.

"I'm just worried about you, the Northern Ice Plain is not as good as here, if you have to insist on going..."Leon pondered his words and said, "Then you must listen to my arrangement, and you can't make your own decisions about anything!"

"Really?" The pretender Huo Ran looked up, his pretty eyes full of surprise: "You agreed?"

Leon touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "It's okay if you don't agree, who knows what you'll do." ”

This warrior is none other than Rose, she obviously intends to sneak in with the team, and when the north is ready, Leon has nothing to say, but he can't imagine that he will be discovered by Leon before he has gone far.

Although female warriors and knights abound in this world, Leon is still a bit machismo, believing that war makes women go away.

However, Rose's surname is stubborn, and if she makes up her mind to follow, a strong refusal may cause trouble, so Leon weighed it and agreed.

"Great!" she cheered and ripped off the scarf that covered her face, and jumped into Leon's arms at once: "I listen to you!"

This action and this sentence seemed ambiguous, and the warriors around them chuckled, they all knew the relationship between Rose and Leon, and they inevitably found it interesting.

Rose didn't feel shy either, as long as she could follow Leon to fight in the north without being separated for a long time, she was really willing to do anything.

Now that the decision has been made, Leon simply takes her to ride forward, anyway, the bronze rhinoceros is strong enough, and it is not a problem to carry the two of them at all.

However, Rock Hammer and the others found that there was an extra person behind Leon's return, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised, and they all smiled when they saw that it was Rose who understood.

With this little episode, the atmosphere of the team suddenly became much more relaxed.

The Saar army of 500 men marched quickly through the mountain road, and the muddy roads and falling snowflakes could not stop them in the slightest.

The only way to the outside world is the result of more than half a year of thousands of goblins, although the quality is very average and not spacious enough, but its existence greatly facilitates travel.

In less than a day, the Saar army left the mountains and entered the eastern plains.

The road behind was even better, and the warriors who had walked all the way up the mountain road jumped into the carriage and accelerated forward, in order to save time, Leon did not order to camp and rest, and the warriors' dinner was solved with dry food.

After a week of leaving Saar, the Saar army arrived on the outskirts of Tomund.

The light snow that had been falling for a few days stopped, and the overcast sky became clear, and the warm sunlight cast through the gaps in the clouds, somewhat driving away some of the bitter winter cold.

The soldiers were tired from the long journey, but their spirits were still full, and although their bodies were covered with muddy and water stains left by the journey, their majestic posture did not change in the slightest.

This was in stark contrast to the various territorial armies that had arrived outside of Tomund at the same time or at the same time.

According to the orders of the Tomund side, all the conscripted territorial troops must go to the city of Tomond before the end of the month, and the Saar army had already arrived at the provincial headquarters outside the city due to the late departure and long distance.

These armies came from different territories, and the quality and equipment of the warriors were uneven, and they each occupied a certain area and camped, making the whole base camp look chaotic.

Not all lords are willing to lead their armies into war in person, and although the merits of war are valuable, life is important, and most of the lords only provide manpower and supplies according to the requirements of the conscription order.

Of course, these lords are not stupid enough to sacrifice their elite, and all of them are full of servants such as horse-borns, mastiffs, and pig-descendants, and even the weakest of the servant tribes such as sheep and rabbits.

The warriors were weak, poorly equipped, and some didn't even have decent weapons, looking more like a group of farmers.

The 500 soldiers of the Saar army, including the baggage soldiers, with the bears as the main force, plus the wolf, tiger, leopard and other warriors, all of them are fully armed and elite, plus the iron-blooded temperament that has experienced the baptism of war, it is even more conspicuous than the Tormund garrison guarding the base camp.

So the Saars quickly caught the attention of others, and a lion officer with an entourage greeted them.

"Excuse me, where are you in the army? I am the Silver Star Commander of the Third Regiment of the Tormond Garrison, the Knight of Misut Rhein, in charge of the dispatch of the territorial army. ”

The knight's questioning was very polite, and he even offered to give a knightly salute to Leon.

If it were an ordinary garbage territory army, this orthodox knight with eyes above the top would not be so polite.

"Hello, Lord Misut, I am Baron Leon, lord of the Sal Territory of the Glay region, and this is a conscription document. Leon took out the edict from his bosom and handed it to the other party: "I have brought five hundred warriors and four warriors, please check them!"

"Baron—" The knight couldn't help but be dumbfounded, unable to believe his ears.

Five hundred heavily armed elite warriors were actually sent by a mere baron to participate in the battle, and they were led by the lord himself!

This can simply put many viscounts to shame!

Misut took the paperwork with some eagerness, and read it carefully to make sure that Leon was not joking with him.

"Baron Leon, I admire your loyalty to the kingdom!" the Lionborn Knight complimented.

In his opinion, the team in front of him should be the full strength of Leon's territory, and how many lords will devote all their combat power to the war of the kingdom.

He didn't know that this was only half of Salling's strength, otherwise he would have dropped his jaw in shock.

"You're so polite, knight, where are we camping?" asked Leon, "My warriors are tired, and they all need rest and food!"

At this point, the follow-up supplies of the territory army should be provided by the kingdom, so Leon was not polite to the other party, and directly made a request.

"There's basically no good spot in the base camp," the Lion Knight replied without hesitation, "but you can camp next to our camp, it's more convenient to be near the river!"

He raised his hand to show Leon in the direction, another barracks next to the base camp, in which the garrison's battle flag stood in the wind.

The location is really good, the terrain is high and close to the river, so it is relatively good for camping.

"As for the food, we'll send you two cooks, and we'll make sure there's plenty of food and hot water at all times!"

Leon's impression of the noble knight in front of him suddenly improved, and he took out a silver cigarette case from his bosom and handed it over: "Thank you, Your Excellency Misut, this is the finest cigar smoke produced by our Salling specialty, a small meaning is not a respect!"

The Lion Knight's eyes lit up, and he took it unceremoniously.

(To be continued)