In the barracks on the north side of Pinghu Town, hired soldiers make final preparations for the upcoming military parade.

Sebins sat on a wooden bench and carefully wiped a blue, blue-iron one-handed halberd with a towel.

This melee weapon is a combination of an axe and a spear, 1.9 meters long, with a handle of tung oil-soaked iron oak, and a heavy battle axe added to the spearhead, the tip of the spear can be pierced, the axe blade can be used to chop, and the back barb can be used to hook off the limbs or neck of the enemy.

It is not easy to master this murderous weapon. Sebins had been a member of the First Mercenary Regiment, training hard every day, and even the most demanding instructors praised him and promoted him to the rank of captain of the eight-man squad. But Sabens had only mastered the use of spears, one-handed spears, shields, and spear-throwing techniques, and in terms of skill, he was far inferior to the instructors.

The infantry of the mercenary regiment usually mainly cultivates the secret form of barberry, improves strength and physical fitness, pays attention to the tempering of will and obedience, emphasizes the tactical cooperation of the squad and the coordinated operation between various arms, and does not have too urgent requirements for individual martial arts.

The vast majority of legionnaires don't use an elite signature like the one-handed halberd, but that doesn't stop everyone from falling in love with it.

It is said that the person who has cultivated both the Barberry Secret Form and the Spirit Monkey Secret Form to the advanced realm is considered an elite soldier, and at that time, he can easily learn any weapon, including the one-handed halberd, of course.

All outcast-born mercenary soldiers are insecure and eager to gain greater personal force and become elite soldiers of their clans. Although the Randall family is open to the mercenary corps of advanced martial arts, a gradual process is essential, and it takes time for the mercenary soldiers to build a solid foundation, get the guidance of an instructor, and have plenty of food, potions, and equipment. Therefore, they had to serve in the corps for at least ten years before they could become elite soldiers.

Until then, this formidable one-handed halberd was just a beautiful guard of honor.

"Everyone be ready to change your clothes, the rallying call for the parade will sound at any time, and we must not be the last in the queue! Otherwise, we will wait for the full equipment to cross the country for 7 kilometers!" shouted Kao, the captain of the ten, at Sebins, and his deputies, "Wild Wolf" and Bill, followed him.

Kao was once a vassal of the Kingdom of Dord, but because of the war, he lost his lordship, fiefdom and relatives, and became an exile. But he has a knack for all types of weapons, especially long-range weapons, which can pierce a fleeing goat 60 meters away with a javelin, and can also shoot oak targets within 120 meters with a crossbow on a horse. With one man and one spear, he could smoke a squad of eight people all over the ground, and the 26 soldiers were not unconvinced by Captain Kao.

Sabins and the other three captains even thought that Kao's martial arts skills were even better than that of the chief Anvin, but Kao severely reprimanded them and forbade the soldiers to criticize their commanders. During a drunken gaffe, Kao vaguely told his three commanders that the legionnaires had the opportunity to become centurions, but not only on personal bravery, but also on tactical command, and most importantly, loyalty. As for the position of centurion and above, it must be the background of the silver moon attendant, they are mercenary soldiers have no hope, but the next generation of centurions has a chance.

The centurion commanded more than 80 soldiers and was already a well-known figure. Kao's goal was to become a centurion, and Sebins wanted to go one step further and become a ten-captain, consciously imitating his own commander and improving his leadership skills rather than just pursuing his own martial arts.

Kao's two lieutenants, Bill and Wolf, are prime examples.

Born as an outcast, Bill just turned 20 this year, and is at the bottom of the squad in terms of physical fitness and personal martial arts, but he is clever and articulate, and was promoted by Kao to be a deputy in charge of heralding. The wolf is physically strong, hardworking and hardworking, and his personal martial arts skills are outstanding, even on a par with Kao, the Captain of the Ten. But he was taciturn, dull, unsociable, and didn't know how to be flexible, and he couldn't even be a military commander. Kao, on the other hand, was very fond of the wolf, regarded him as a confidant, and put him in charge of the military discipline of the team.

As Sabbins's stepmother Marcy said: Only those who have fists, brains, and helpers can secure the position of the leader of the outcasts.

This rule of the outcasts seemed to work in the mercenary corps as well, and Captain Kao was brave and resourceful, encircling two lieutenants and three captains, and 26 soldiers were subdued by him.

Sebins understood these means, but he did not have a deep understanding of the all-important loyalty. The loyalty of the outcast is to listen to the chief, but he is not an outcast. Sebins asked his superiors what mercenary loyalty was? Kao was silent for a long time, and told them with a complicated expression that loyalty is love, support, bravery, obedience, and noble virtues.

The three captains seemed to understand whether they understood or not, but they knew that they had to do what they had to do to satisfy Lord Nelson and Lord Lord, otherwise there would be no future.

In the square outside the barracks, the trumpeters sounded a loud and rapid rallying call.

"Dress up!

At the command of Captain Kao, the soldiers reflexively began to put on their equipment.

Dressing up is a very important training subject for mercenaries. Once the assembly call sounds, the soldiers must work in pairs to help each other, and within three minutes, they must put on their leather inner armor, steel ring chain mail, hard leather leg armor and combat boots, put on helmets, carry two throwing spears and hidden sword shields, pick up one-handed spears, and assemble in formation under the leadership of the Commander of the Ten, and enter the battle at any time.

Spencer's eight-man squad took only 2 minutes to get neatly draped and lined up, and he quickly checked his equipment, and was the first to report: "Second group, the change of gear is complete!"

"One set, the costume change is complete!"

"Three sets, the costume change is complete!"

Kao nodded with satisfaction and ordered, "Thirty-one squad, march in formation!"

Twenty-seven soldiers lined up in a column, followed by the Ten-Commander, and left the barracks in an orderly manner. In the square, the centurions and guard squads of each squadron had already set up their flags, and groups of soldiers quickly walked to their respective positions. Five minutes later, four phalanxes of 500 infantry stood on the training ground, and the whole process was orderly and orderly. Immediately after that, the cavalry of 150 people was divided into 5 teams, which were lined up on the right hand of the infantry phalanx. Finally, 120 well-equipped Swift Bird light riders appeared proudly on the far right of the training ground.

Two figures in black armor stood at the front of the phalanx, they were Lord Nelson, the commander of the First Legion, and Lord Jomoson, the deputy commander of the legion.

Sabins rarely saw the deputy commander Jomoson, who he had heard was just a false title, and that he was stationed in the Southern Fortress most of the time, occasionally commanding mercenaries to fight the fishmen. Commander Nelson was different, he trained soldiers in the barracks almost every day, held various tactical drills, and often led the legion and the fishmen in actual combat.

Although the Legion Commander Nelson was a strict ruler of the army, he was a civilian, and when necessary, he would show his unrivaled personal force, personally slaying the Tyrant Fishmen and protecting the infantry phalanx. In the minds of mercenary soldiers, Captain Nelson is undoubtedly their role model and leader.

Sebins followed the Legion Commander with grateful and adoring eyes. Her mother, Marcy, was able to avoid punishment and become Lady Lilia's guardian thanks to Lord Nelson's mediation.

"The cavalry is ready!"

"Swift Bird Ride is ready!"

"The First Brigade is ready!"

"The second brigade is ready!"

"The Third Brigade is ready!"

"The Fourth Bow Team is ready!"

Three combat squads form a 27-man squadron led by a ten-division commander, three squadrons form a 90-man squadron led by a centurion, and 5 squadrons plus 2 squads form a 500-man brigade led by a group leader. The four captains and the cavalry commander counted the numbers and reported to the commander of the corps.

Nelson glanced up at the sun, turned his gaze to the 2,000 legionnaires, stepped on his horses, and waved his hand, "Obey the order!"

The flag bearers of the cavalry team waved spear flags, and the various army formations were connected from end to end, lined up in neat ranks, like awakened pythons marching towards Pinghu Town.

The Deputy Legion Commander Jomover was once a secret knight of the Rose Manor, and after retiring from the army, he became a vassal of Nicole and served as the Barony Garrison. Although he despised the homeless soldiers from the bones, he didn't dare to underestimate the silver-ranked Bear of the Northland, but Nelson's attitude towards the military parade made Qiao Mosen deeply uneasy, and seeing that the legion was about to enter the gate of Pinghu Town, he couldn't help but worry in his heart, and whispered: "Your Excellency, the honorable adults are waiting to watch the parade. Shall we explain to the soldiers again?"

Nelson asked, somewhat inexplicably, "Explain what?"

Jomoson's expression froze, and he said helplessly: "My lord, are we just going to walk over like this? What if someone is in the way? Don't you need to prepare in advance for these unexpected situations?"

"If someone gets in the way, run over it! Afterwards, there is a monkey in charge. Nelson grinned, put down his helmet mask, and said angrily, "Lord Randall said that if I take the mercenaries into the city for a walk and still have to prepare, it will be his failure...... It's our shame!" The last sentence was his true thoughts.

Jomoson was startled, and suddenly found that there were no soldiers around to speak except for him and Nelson, and behind the silence was the discipline and heartfelt pride of the First Legion. He had to admit that no matter what the combat effectiveness was, the outcast mercenary corps of more than 2,000 people already had a trace of the elite temperament of the Fangs Legion.

The main road in Pinghu Town, which can accommodate five horse-drawn carriages in parallel, is clean and empty, and the people are blocked behind the green belt by gray towels with red armbands, they fold their feet, stretch their necks, and widen their eyes, waiting for the appearance of the legion.

The horses' hooves stepped on the main road paved with bluestone slabs, first making a crisp "click" and "click" sound, and then the rustle of combat boots and the sonorous sound of armor colliding, which together converged into a solemn music.

"Look, they're coming!" shouted a sharp-eyed townsman.

The black-clad and black-armored cavalry, swift bird war cavalry, infantry phalanx, and archers phalanx lined up in a neat queue, like a torrent of black steel appeared on the road.

People who had been waiting for a long time tried to move forward, but they were pushed back by towel and security soldiers, so they had to stand on both sides of the road and shout loudly.

"I'd like to be a mercenary...... too," a half-grown boy shouted to his companions.

"Ron, look here! Look here...... See, the fourth soldier in the third row is my son, Ron...... "A father is showing off to the people around him.

"Jackson, Jackson. I can't see him, you tell him that we live at 433 in the tent area, and let him come back to us! Don't forget!" a young woman with a child in her arms asked an acquaintance in the army to send a message to her husband.

"Why are you squeezing me? Be careful that Lao Tzu beats you!" "It's the people behind pushing me...... What are you staring at?!" The two men pushed each other because of the crowding, and as a result, they were carried to the side of the road by gray towels and ordered to pay a fine.

The military formation rolled forward, the spears were lined up, and the momentum was like a rainbow, but the hired soldiers were either relatives or friends of the onlookers, and the people on the street did not bear the brunt of the oppression, everyone just held the mentality of watching the excitement, showing off and comparing with each other, and the chaotic sound made people annoyed.

The people did not feel the overwhelming momentum, and the soldiers in the army formation did not feel it.

The midday sun was desperately radiating the heatwave, the black armor was baked, and Sebins only felt like bread wrapped in the stove, sweat blurred his eyes, and he was overwhelmed by nearly 100 pounds of equipment. Military discipline and pride did not allow him to be weak, and his back was as straight as a javelin, but he still longed to reach the central square as soon as possible and end the parade as soon as possible.

At a corner where the avenue leads to the central square, a gray towel pulls out a cordon and encloses an open corner where several people stand. Sebines' vision was blurry, and he couldn't see their faces clearly, vaguely knowing that they were children and adults.

Seeing that the military formation was about to pass around the corner, the adults raised their bagpipes to their mouths, and the tactful flute played a melodious melody, fluttering with the wind, like a clear spring ding dong, refreshing people's hearts.

"The morning sun illuminates the earth, the flowers bloom, and the sparrows sing. "Pure children's voices and flutes singing.

The flute began to cheer, and the children sang in chorus: "The morning breeze blows the clouds, the sun shines, and the bells ring." ”

Sebins was attracted by the singing, remembered the good morning, his spirit became refreshed, his impetuous mood gradually calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face. The military formation passed the singers and walked up to the central square of Pinghu Town, while in front of them was another group of bards, who were playing the harp.

"The footsteps of monsters were heard in the distance, and the earth trembled. ”

"There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and war was coming. ”

The urgent melody made Sebins hold his breath and clench the fine iron halberd in his hand, his eyes keen and vigilant. The momentum of the entire military formation changed, like a taut bowstring.

"Tears ran down my mother's face, and home was in the back. ”

"The trumpet is blowing, the blood is surging, and the time has come to defend the homeland!"

The high-pitched and full-bodied sound of the trumpets was magnificent, loud and majestic, and it was as if Sebins saw hordes of monsters rushing in like a tidal wave, about to flood his home and his loved ones, and the only way to defend his homeland, his parents, and his siblings was to fight bravely.

At this moment, the vigorous and powerful war drums were like thunder and lightning, piercing through the dark clouds in the sky, surging and roaring between heaven and earth, and a magical force completely ignited the blood in his chest.

"My king, my king, listen to your command!"

"The spear drinks the blood of the enemy, and the tomahawk eats the flesh of the enemy. ”

"Forward, forward, never back down!"

"Comrades side by side, bloody battle!"

A hoarse female voice sang a passionate song, and Sebins seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, fighting hard with the enemy, and his comrades fell one after another, but there was no sadness and despair in their hearts, only the belief in heroic killing.

"The armor is the tomb, and the sword is the monument. ”

"My lord, my lord, may your light shine upon my generation. ”

"My Lord, my Lord, may your splendor endure forever in the world. ”

Generosity and heroism arose, the legionnaires were no longer confused and fearless, and the momentum of the military formation continued to rise, as if the mountains were overwhelming, and as indestructible as the mountains.

The crowd followed the military array into the square, and even the gray towels that maintained order were among them, they were silent, with tears in their eyes, and there was no more noise before, only surging blood.

Nelson shouted, "First Legion, march!"

The soldier's footsteps were in unison, his steps thunderous, and his momentum was as majestic as a giant, as if he wanted to crush any obstacle that dared to stand in his way.

"First Legion, look to the right! Salute!"

The soldiers turned their heads in unison, and they saw two knights in black armor in front of the wooden rostrum, each riding a sturdy blue swift bird and a black horse, watching the formation. It was the mercenary legion's allegiance to the masters, Lord Viscount Randall and Lord Baron Phinicos.

"Bang!" the soldier raised his left hand and slapped it heavily on his chest, as if the thunder of the Legion was greeting his master.

"It's still a group of rookies, it seems to be different again......" On the viewing platform, Tournans looked at the military formation below, rubbing his smooth chin.

Dressed in a costume with a smile on her lips, Sylvia sat steadily in her chair, behind all the high-ranking knights of the House of York.

There are knights and soldiers, how can they not have the splendor of our Lord...... Clement smiled slightly, stood up, and raised his voice: "Servant of the Supreme Lord, please help me. ”

Bishop Pero led the priests, around the left and right of the Pope, raising their hands and chanting in a low voice, gathering on the Pope's platinum scepter. A white-gold light pointed straight into the sky, and then turned into a curtain of holy light and fell downward, enveloping the First Legion in the square, and passing a layer of divine light for every soldier.

Victor only felt a burst of relief all over his body, the burning heat on his armor quickly dissipated, his perception became sharp, and strength and courage poured out of his body.

The third-order magic is heroic, which can lift the spirit, restore physical strength, strengthen fighting spirit, increase a little strength and agility, and the effect lasts for 10 minutes. An ordinary third-level priest can bless up to 15 people at a time, and like Clement, he blessed more than 2,000 people with heroic skills at the same time, which is a miracle.

The people in the square knelt down and shouted praises to the Lord of Light, and the infantry phalanx did not hesitate to walk straight through the square.

Victor was secretly overjoyed, he was very satisfied with the performance of the First Mercenary Legion. If the soldiers kneel down to pray, that is the biggest failure. They had clearly not forgotten military discipline in the presence of the Light, and that was the most important thing.

From the very beginning, Victor did not expect a military parade of 2,000 people to unite the people and build the faith of the army. So, he thought of the majestic musical compositions on earth.

Music transcends any language and has a charm that touches people's hearts. The people of Randall's leadership come from far and wide and have no sense of family, but that doesn't mean they resist family. In fact, the vast majority of displaced people aspire to be the children of a certain family, but they lack a unified understanding. Music and military parades resonate with them and unite them around Victor and choose their allegiance to the Randall family.

In fact, the parade phalanx has not changed, what has changed is the mentality of people. When everyone's emotions are infected by music, it is different to look at the military formation. Of course, this change could not affect the will of the high-ranking knights and high-ranking clergy. Victor didn't care what the VIPs thought, as long as the people's feelings for Randall's were sublimated.

Victor did not expect that the Pope would personally perform his magic to boost the morale of the First Legion. The Pope's public support was a complete surprise.

At this point, Sylvia finally stood up and said softly but firmly, "Good!"