At 10 o'clock in the morning, at the foot of the southern slope of the Iowa Valley, the auxiliary army, the two knights, and the apprentices of the Galloping Horse Academy gathered and stood, and at the front of several squares were 15 just-completed stone pillars, which were only a dozen centimeters in diameter and less than 2 meters high, and the pillars were engraved with names and family information.

In last night's offensive and defensive battle, about 50 auxiliaries were wounded and 15 were killed. The wounded were healed by magic and soon returned to the army, while the dead were incinerated.

Fifteen students of the Galloping Horse Academy buried the clay jars containing the ashes under the stone pillars, and the barbarian priests sang a requiem to the ascetic Wright Doriner, and to the muffled singing of hundreds of people, the air seemed to be dotted with magical elements rising into the sky.

The White Flame Fairy danced around the crowd, absorbing the essence of these emotions.

"Warriors, let us remember Kramoth, Docot, Blue Cat's Paw, Grey Roots, ......" Rand read out the names of each of the fallen soldiers, announcing that the descendants of these people would be given priority to the auxiliaries or the Knights.

Albert next to him frowned, he didn't understand at first, why the burial of several demonsless people had to be presided over by the high-ranking lord himself, but at this moment, he saw the knights and auxiliaries in front of him listening silently, and he was also quite moved.

Beside Albert, Julian Zhuochen looked at Rand Galloping with admiration with a smile between his eyebrows, and from time to time he looked at Ben Kaul on the side. In the history of the empire, similar commemorations were held after the first few battles of the Emperor, and when he first heard that Rand was going to bury the dead himself, Julian thought it was an allusion that Ben told him.

"Today it was they who delayed the orc attack with their lives, so that we could have enough time and opportunity to keep the orc army out of the high walls." Rand was still reading the eulogy,

"Tomorrow there may be sacrifices among us, but behind us, more people will stand up to take over our banners and blades, destroy the arrogance and flesh of the enemy, and the vast galloping horse plain will not forget every warrior who sacrificed for her! ……”

Jim listened to the lord's speech on the hillside, and watched as the tops of the pillars were magically cut to form trumpet sculptures, which were the busts of each of the fallen soldiers.

Although many hours had passed since the battle, Jim's mind was still replaying the scene on the city wall, it was the eve of the imminent victory, when he thought that the enemy army in front of him had lost all fighting spirit and was completely a group of rats waiting to be slaughtered, a rat man with a head of more than two meters suddenly rushed out, raised a rusty iron knife and looked at him.

At the last moment, a spear suddenly flew out from his side, hitting the head of the nezumi, and it was Morse, the captain of the demon hugger behind him, who saved Jim's life, but Morse was caught between the two nezumi and was stabbed several times.

If it weren't for the Warcraft Black Rabbit rushing over and quickly petrifying the wounds, maybe dozens of wounded people like Morse would have been put under the stone pillars one by one.

There was a slight tremor to the ground, and behind the 15 stone pillars, a huge rock burrowed out of the ground, and as the highest point of the stone reached a height of 5 meters, a large piece of debris peeled off from the stone face, revealing a statue: the knight of the galloping horse, the knight of the wind wolf, and the three soldiers of the auxiliary army holding their respective weapons.

Randt's speech finally came to an end, and his tone suddenly rose: "In the future, every warrior who defends the Iowa Valley will be buried here, and they will witness our borders become stable and prosperous, and they will also witness the revival of the galloping horses again!" ”

“…… Galloping horses! Galloping horses! ……”

“…… Grandfathers, fathers, royal family, fathers......"

The slogan of the galloping horse and the song of the barbarians sounded at the same time, and the sacrifice of the predecessors became the driving force and ladder for the future generations to forge ahead.

Jorg looked at his panicked partner and tugged at Jim's sleeve, "Hey, what do you want?" ”

"Huh?" Jim finally came back from his contemplation and said to Jalg:

"Me? I'm wondering if the number of auxiliaries is too small, we have less than 1,000 now, but we are facing too many rat people.

In addition, there is a lot of work for the auxiliary army, and now they are all in the small town of Iowa, so it may not be much, and once we follow the Knights to attack, our number may not be enough! ”

Jorg thought about Jim's words, and after a while he spoke, "I'm afraid that only Lord Rand can solve this idea himself, and I don't think Knight Danico can do anything about it." ”

"Maybe I should talk to him." Jim nodded.

When the funeral was over, Jim looked back and saw a thin line approaching them on the east side of the valley, in the direction of the plains.

"That's supposed to be an immigrant from the Plains Iron Mine, right?" Jim looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

"There may be newly trained auxiliaries," Jorg added on the side: "After we left, the auxiliaries did not stop recruiting, and it is said that the size of the auxiliary army of 1,000 people has been added, do you see those carriages at the end of the team?" It should all be auxiliary! ”

"The people of our territory are only tens of thousands of people in total, and almost 2,000 people are drawn out as auxiliary troops, isn't it too much?" Jim frowned.

"There are already a large number of young and strong laborers in the salt and iron mines, and various barbarian tribes have also contributed a lot, but I estimate that this is the last batch, and the workshops in the territory should be affected." Jurg nodded.

Sure enough, at noon, the leaders of the two auxiliary armies saw a new batch of auxiliaries, and they were asked to organize the comprehensive training of all the auxiliaries as soon as possible, and also to cooperate with the two knights of the frost wolf and the galloping horse, as well as the barbarian cavalry.

……

At the South Slope Castle, Rand was in the meditation room watching the couple Pete Mane Wolf and Lenia Maned Wolf, and according to Lenya's plan at the beginning of the month, their team should have arrived 3 days before.

Although the team was a few days late, Rand was curious why the entire 3,000-strong team was still three days slower with the help of 1,000 auxiliaries and 200 wagons.

Pete, who was not very comfortable with Rand, opened his mouth: "My lord, this transfer of the team was 3 days late because of my own responsibility, and it was I who took the command of the team from Laniya, but I didn't expect 3,000 people to be so difficult to manage." ”

To be precise, Pete had only passed the command of the team a week earlier, and he had moved 3 post stations with a total of 4,000 men.

"Oh, I've never managed so many people before, and it's understandable that I'm a little uncomfortable," Rand smiled and nodded, it felt like looking at a silly child, and Pete looked even more hairy.

"My lord, I used to be the deputy head of the Maned Wolf Knights, and my knights were much better than Fernando, but I really don't understand why these demonsless people have so many things." As soon as he said this, Pete began to vomit bitterness.

(End of chapter)