Chapter 64: The Zenda Legion

Andrei seems to have returned to his youth. ()

At that time, he was still a junior officer, and he led his men to stand behind the military badge of the double-headed eagle. The soldiers, shields, spears in their hands, dags and javelins at their waists, watched with blazing eyes as the newly elected marshal sat on the chariot and examined himself.

Andrei remembered the guards of honor, the pathers in their voluminous robes, driving the way in front of the chariots, wearing a crown of olive branches on their heads, and gently parting the cheering crowd with a smile; The gilded carriage was drawn by eight horses, and in ancient times, this system was established, and when Marshal Chanda was still able to command the armies of the entire continent, the marshal's carriage was drawn by eight horses, for the marshal to review the armies of various nations; Behind the carriage were a large number of clergy and soldiers participating in the celebration, who carried high battle flags --- representing the flags of the various military districts of Chanda--- and threw flowers. Wherever the general passed, the petals were spread on the ground.

Now, Andrei had that feeling again, although he didn't have a carriage, which had been snatched by the Vecchians; He also didn't have a tribune to open the way, and the most recent group of tribunes had been dead for more than a decade; Behind him was a group of soldiers, but they were ragged and had only simple armor.

The military parade on the Dongquan Plain was simple, but it was the first since the fall of Chanda.

These soldiers are all people who have been sticking to the swamp all these years, many of them entered the swamp when they were in their teens, and now they are in their thirties in a blink of an eye, for the people of the Zenda Empire, soldiers of this age are not very old, but these years of wandering life have made these soldiers show their old appearance. But these veterans are not yet ready to retire, and now, they must fight again: to fight for the new Zenda.

After the cut, a total of 291 men will go south to fight. Some of the officers in the Chanda army who were experienced in combat remained at Dongquan University, and these people would be responsible for teaching their combat skills to ordinary students, which was what Dongquan University had always envisioned--- turning Dongquan University into a place similar to Chanda Academy where knowledge and combat skills were imparted at the same time.

A weak body will not be able to withstand the test of the times, this is a very representative sentence of the Chanda Academy.

After the Chanda soldiers were stationed in the Dongquan Plain, the students of the Chanda Academy began to receive training, and physical strength came first, and the tradition of improving physical fitness by running every day began with the Chanda army was carried out to the students.

When everything was ready, Jill was ready to leave for the south, and what he was now waiting for was a guest from Salander.

Charlie had hoped that Gil would wait for him to return to the port of Fendra anyway, and Gil had received a lot of help from him and was able to go south. On the way to the south, Jill had already asked Martin to prepare food supplies and find a station, just waiting for an order, and the Zen people could quickly go south.

During the days of waiting, Gil suggested a military parade and invited Mayor Fendra and everyone who could attend to it, to which André gladly agreed.

As Zhivadine was in the final battle, the Chan people of the North Sea were being paraded, as they had done for countless centuries.

In the past, countless legions would come from all the provinces of the empire, and these legions were the best troops selected from all over the country, and when they stood together, you could see the warriors on the snowy fields wearing wolfskin helmets, the warriors of the dark-skinned desert military districts, and the barbarian allies of Chanda. The parade usually lasts more than four hours until people are exhausted.

The Zenda, who had once believed that they would not be attacked until the end of the world, refused to build the walls because they believed that the inhabitants would one day swell out of the city, and that would be when the walls would become a hindrance. Gone are the days of self-confidence. Now, the latest marshal of Chanda is preparing for a military parade, which will end in less than ten minutes.

The Chanda Empire, which once dominated the continent, made the Salanders dare not turn around for a hundred years in the east, made the Nords prostrate in the north, assimilated the indigenous Rhodoks in the south, and opened up the sea in the west.

And now, all the Chanda soldiers gathered together can't make a standard brigade of five hundred people.

Marshal Andrei Chanda began the march to the neat but thin cheers of the soldiers.

The Chanda consisted of two hundred infantry men and formed two squadrons.

Sixty-seven crossbowmen formed a squadron of dissatisfied.

Twenty-four cavalrymen, formed two reinforced squads.

These soldiers are the seeds left behind after the fall of Zenda, and they are here to welcome the first drop of rain and the first ray of sunshine after they see the light of day, and perhaps one day, the man named Jill will make this seed grow vigorously and eventually grow into a tree in the sky.

The marshal's war horse did not seem to go far, and the parade ended.

The surrounding citizens and farmers dispersed after a commotion, and only a few scholars and students of the Zen masters stood on the stands with tears in their eyes.

The soldiers quickly returned to the barracks, there is nothing special today, these soldiers do not take any day as a time to rest. In order to survive, they are accustomed to training, training and training, and the irregular emergency assembly every night is also the basic skill of the Chan people to train in advance in order to prevent the enemy from attacking at night, and you don't know when the alarm sounding at night is the real enemy attacking.

On the way back, Martin curiously asked Jill why he didn't immediately set off for the south, where it was said that the southern front was being crushed by the Swadians. In the past, the Nords and Wikibians were nothing more than mercenaries summoned by the Chandas, especially the Nords, who would not have had a chance to gain a foothold in the North Sea if they had not been allowed to settle in the North Sea by the early Chandas. And now the Chanda themselves have fallen into the status of mercenaries, not even mercenaries, because the Nords do not provide any help, and every weapon and every grain of food has to be raised by themselves.

But there's nothing to complain about.

"I'm waiting for someone," said Jill, "I don't know why, but I think we'll get a lot of help if we're patient." ”

"Is it the same Charlie from last time?" Martin handed the reins to Renault, who had grown into a teenager, and watched Renault pull the reins and run forward quickly.

"Be careful," Jill instructed, getting a slurred response from Renault, and then Jill replied back to Martin, "Yes, this is Charlie." In a few days, a batch of supplies will be delivered from this Salander warehouse, no, he is not a Salander, he is just helping the Salander, but it doesn't matter. ”

"Well," Martin nodded, "Ivan said that he raised all the funding we got?" ”

"Yes."

"I can't see why he would help us, IMHO, this man has given too much anyway. It's hard for me to imagine why this person would have to give so much if there is no return. Last time, a very well-run farm wanted to lend three thousand dinars to the Salander bank to buy desert slaves, but the Salanders refused after some evaluation. And these Salanders did not hesitate to give us more gold coins, this university is not a place to make money, and it is a money-losing business to buy weapons and equipment for the Zen people, do you expect to earn it back? ”

"I've thought of this," said Jill, "and wait a while, don't rush these days." Continue to see what other places can be allocated to the Zen masters, whose craftsmen, physicians, and scholars are the most precious resources. I've heard that they still have a large number of manuscripts, so let's get their permission to print them as much as possible. ”

"Well, I heard that there was an old man who had eaten wild fruits in the swamp for more than ten years, but he didn't lose a single page of the papers in the four big boxes. If it were me, I'd eat it with barbecue, haha. ”

"Those things are a thousand times more important than the wood for barbecue. Do you know? It is said that in the south of Zhivadin, the Svadias set fire to a large woods, and if the executioners were to be right, the Zenda had already used the kind of fuel used by the Svadians. ”

"Oh? It's the kind of terrible incendiary that burns down a huge forest with a few dozen people? ”

"Much. Anyway," Jill nodded to as he looked around at the few Zen scholars who were talking in a whispered voice, "and these Zen scholars have something in their heads that can change the world. Each of their heads is a whole library. ”

"Is this what your Rhodok teacher said again?"

Jill smiled miserably, and the smile disappeared again, "Well, that's the gentleman." Maybe "nothing". Let's go back. ”

By this time, Zhivadin was about to be captured, and Zaitsev had already been laid to peace, and Charlie sailed north on a clipper after saying goodbye to Shariz and Edward.

Charlie's ship contained a great deal of things: a hundred heavy Mamluk infantry armor, forty harnesses, one hundred and twenty shields, ninety spears, one hundred and forty long knives, as well as fine willow wood and a few fine yew bows.

Salander had just finished the civil war, and the country was well armed, with a lot of weapons stored in every town, but even so, such a large number of weapons were quite amazing. If Zaitsev had not been so qualified, he would have been convicted of treason if these sophisticated weapons were sent to a foreign country.

These things are valuable, and there are many more things that Charlie has to send to Jill, including a few farms that Zaitsev has bought, and a large number of properties in the North Sea. Zaitsev instructed Charlie not to give it all at once, but to observe Gil first, and give him as much support as he has how much ability Gil has, otherwise too much support is likely to ruin this young man.

At that time, Zaitsev's hands trembled uncontrollably, and when he spoke, his head tilted and drooled. Charlie patiently wiped Zaitsev's face clean with a handkerchief, and then said, "Old man, do you know that according to your standards, you may not have enough to give him." ”

Zaitsev's eyes flashed with a look of doubt, and the old man looked at Charlie, as if confirming Charlie's words.

Charlie nodded solemnly, "I'm telling the truth. ”

Zaitsev's eyes burst into a dazzling brilliance, something Charlie hadn't seen in a long time. Zaitsev's last days should have been happy and reassuring.

Soon after, after Zaitsev was buried, Charlie set off.

Charlie loaded the cargo into three ships to ensure that in the event of an accident, the cargo would always arrive safely. These things are too important to Jill.

Of course, the most important thing was a gift commissioned by Zaitsev.

That's for Jill.