Although going out hunting was just a gesture for Edward, in order to make Alan have fun, he still accompanied his little wife around the horse to find the prey that should have hibernated, making the squire cavalry in charge of the guard work miserable, not daring to get too close but afraid of losing it, like a headless fly, he wandered outside the woods for an early morning.

When he returned to the barracks, Edward, who had had a good harvest, had an extra deer and two rabbits on his horse, and the triumphant Alan had caught a long-tailed fox, a strange-looking animal with softer fur than the red fox more common in Turin, and Madame Angelica had a fur woven from the fur of a long-tailed fox, which was obviously not an ordinary thing.

A trip to hunt made Edward's mood recover a lot, especially when he noticed that Alan secretly glanced at himself from time to time, and his cautious appearance made his heart warm even more - the reason why the girl was so excited was also to make him happy, but on the contrary, he was more happy.

After returning to the camp, looking at the officers with embarrassed expressions full of fear, Edward did not mention what happened last night, but arranged the task as usual, and the entire regiment immediately moved on. Fortunately, the soldiers hurriedly packed their things, and before noon, the entire regiment had already been reorganized and continued to advance forward.

After the surprise attack of the enemy last night, even the most careless soldiers became vigilant, and the shields were not placed on the wagons, but all on their own. Despite repeated requests to speed up the march, Edward noticeably slowed down, and by the afternoon he had not yet completed half the distance, and then had to set up camp in a good place.

After a day's march, the soldiers put down their bags and equipment, picked up hoes and shovels, and began to dig trenches and set up fences. Suddenly, there were several urgent horns in the distance, and he had to quickly throw down the tools in his hands, pick up his shield and draw his broadsword, and rushed to the nearby battle flag, not even noticing whether he was a member of this hundred-man team, and formed a messy shield wall in fear.

However, the enemy did not seem to have any intention of attacking - after a few attempts and found that it could not be breached, they left a few corpses behind and retreated, which also caused the legion to miss the best time to set up camp. By the time the camp was set up, it was already completely dark, and everyone had to hurry down in the tent, holding the cold and hard black bread for dinner, and no one wanted to light a fire in the snowy night.

Naturally, those barbarians are the exception.

In the dead of night, the barbarian warriors would appear in the wilderness and make a surprise attack on the barracks - but still not really aware of the desire to fight to the death, only after destroying one or two tents and fences. The enemy retreated again, not even giving Edward a chance to pursue.

After being tossed all night, the regiment barely got up the next day in exhaustion, but Edward still gave the order to move on, rejecting the request of several officers to be stationed temporarily, and the regiment must continue the march anyway. The chief flag officer, who was originally very lenient except for military discipline and training, carried out his orders extremely forcefully for the first time, and those barbarian warriors who hid in the mountains and forests also did not relax their harassment of the legion.

The patrol was attacked. The sentries without their heads and the baggage brigade with only their heads left - the atmosphere of the whole barracks began to become extremely strange, and the soldiers hid in their tents and did not dare to go out on duty. Even the most ferocious sticks and whips kept them from moving, and Repinus, who was the chief centurion, had to hang two recruits who were about to flee with weapons and food, but they could not salvage the continued low morale.

That's right, just like the Banner Legion of the past, everyone trembles in fear, and everyone is dissatisfied with their current situation. The whole barracks was like a drum of fire oil about to explode - Lebinus was like falling into an ice cave, he was not afraid of death, but if he died here, he would never have the opportunity to avenge his father in his life.

But Lord Edward Wetwood didn't seem to realize this—Lebinus shook his head at the two unfortunate men hanged at the camp gate, hoping only that these would temporarily scare those who had the same intentions. Based on the experience of the Banner Corps in the past, this kind of deterrence can last for a limited time.

The morale of the entire army was close to collapse, but Lord Edward still did not stop advancing, and the army advancing at a turtle speed was still slowly approaching the settlement of Tallinn, and there were rumors about it every day - it was said that the mercenaries of Silver Blood had already run away, and they were only going there to die.

What was it that was urging Lord Edward Witwood to risk the Legion's rebellion and not to stop for a moment?

"I'm not just doing this out of concern for my dear Miss Shrell Lightlane, little Goodwin. Edward, who was sitting in the military tent, was "face to face" with the little squire who was facing a very unconvinced face, but the other party did not realize this at all: "It's not that simple. ”

"But I still have to warn you - as your squire, I must remind you that if you continue like this, the whole legion will betray you!" said little Goodwin very uneasily, "What's the problem with just resting for a day or two, anyway......"

"No, once they stop, they won't move forward. Edward waved his hand very dryly: "The reason why they are still moving forward now is not because these people are really so bold, but because my orders, just the inertia of orders and strict military law, have kept them from stopping, so what if we stop and rest for a day or two?"

"There will be people who will start demanding the withdrawal of troops. Our baggage is simply not enough to survive the winter, and even the return trip is too little, and the only option is to take the Red Horse Gorge and replenish it with the food of the barbarians - and if we withdraw now, the barbarians will not let us go either, and once the morale is exhausted and the main force of the enemy arrives, we will all die here!"

"I'm really disappointed that my squires are starting to doubt me. Looking at little Goodwin's nervous face, Edward shook his head: "You must know that even Alan is full of confidence this time. ”

"Miss Allen has confidence in you at all times. Little Goodwin couldn't help but mutter.

"What?"

"Nothing!uh...... It's true. Little Goodwin quickly diverted the subject: "But now that morale is really declining, and it has reached a very dangerous point, you really don't have anything to do?"

"The best thing to do is to catch that bastard of Gracchus and fight them in a decent way, they are actually very small in force, and a head-on battle is not even a unified enemy - but this bastard will not give us this chance, so we have to find another way. Edward pointed to the little squire, "My dear little Goodwin, haven't you done a very good job?"

"You mean that I paid the military salaries prepared in the carriage in advance to the soldiers who were willing to patrol?" Little Goodwin's face immediately became embarrassed, and he touched his head with some fear: "I thought you would scold me for making my own decisions!"

"No, you're doing a very good job - the next step is to increase the number of rewards, and the money can be increased a little more!" said Edward as if encouragingly: "Leave the maintenance of military discipline to Lesbinus, and you will only be responsible for paying the soldiers who have performed well - if it is not enough, I will find a way for you, just do it." ”

Looking at the little squire, who was still a little confused, Edward was slapping with an abacus - most of the soldiers had already spent their salaries when he set out this time, and now he wanted to let the soldiers hold the money again. There wasn't much to spend in the barracks, and if they wanted to spend their money, they had to win the battle to get back to the civilized world of bazaars and taverns.

As for the money spent, Edward is not afraid, and when he wins the entire Red Horse Clan, does he still need to worry about running out of money? )