On the autumn field, a team of people came from the west.

Most of these warriors, dressed in iron armor and leather armor, were somewhat nondescript, and most of them carried huge tower-shaped shields. In order to lighten their loads, they did not even carry long weapons, but were only issued short swords or hand axes for self-defense.

Dressed in black and armor, with a fire-embreaked military banner and delicate violets blooming in the wind, this is a special force that has not been formed for a long time, but has quickly become one of the elite of the empire.

At the front of the line, Allegri squinted slightly against the wind. Dressed in a black mage robe and holding a quaint wooden staff, he didn't look like a general. But compared with Dalgnan next to him, who was empty-handed and without armor, it was quite sincere.

"Can't you just take a weapon with you?" Allegri criticized casually, "at least like a warrior." ”

"No way, get used to it. Dargnon shrugged his shoulders, and when carrying out the commission, he did not carry a blade on his body, which was effective in removing the guarding psychology of the target. Over time, he has long been accustomed to this, and if he wears it, he will feel uncomfortable.

On the other side, there is the solemn Jubiano. The imminent meeting with the supreme ruler of the northern part of the continent made him feel a trace of inexplicable nervousness. The success or failure of this trip is a matter of importance, and if something goes wrong, there will be no chance of remedy.

Not long ago, the General Staff Headquarters sent an order, ordering Allegri to personally lead the "Vulcan Fury" to report to the camp of the Central Route Army. In the absence of heavy fighting on the Western Front, such a movement is normal. In the eyes of outsiders, this was a precursor to King Nacini's concentration of the main elite and preparation for siege warfare, but his true intentions were only known to a few people in the entire Southern Expeditionary Army.

All of them are qiē. All in complete secrecy. A group of thousands of people, including the escort troops, set off from Ferronman City to Severa, just to cover up and escort Jubiano.

Between the words, on the horizon in the distance. The outline of the city gradually became clear, and the continuous military camps were revealed.

The camp of the Middle Route Army is located in the north of the city of Severa. Even though the defenders could not retreat and there was no potential threat, the ten-mile company battalion was still heavily defended, with barbed deer barbs, trenches with an average depth of three meters, and fences made of earth, rocks and logs, forming a complete defense system.

The Middle Route Army was the absolute main force of Snowton's southern expedition. As a partial division, the Western Route Army naturally cannot speak with it. Dozens of miles away, Allegri could feel the tingling aura.

In Snowton's military system, only a general who leads a battalion alone is qualified to erect his own flag. These so-called "flag generals" are all commanders in the army, and they have at least one division under their command. Allegri looked at it. The ten-mile company battalion waved flags, and nearly 100 flags were flying. The officers and men in the battalion have bright armor and neat military appearance, which is worthy of the reputation of "Northland Heroes".

"Let's go. Allegri waved his hand and rode his horse first.

Yubiano took a deep breath, put on his Snowton military uniform, and did not hesitate to catch up.

He is also since the start of the war between the North and the South. The first was not the Ian who entered Camp Snowton as a captive.

"Number, appointment, the name of the main general!"

As soon as they approached the camp, they looked at the scouts on the watchtower. This unit was discovered from afar. A small group of rangers patrolling the outskirts of the barracks quickly approached, and the leader shouted and asked.

Of course, although these guys were dressed indecently, they didn't suspect each other's friendly status. In the eyes of the Snowton soldiers, the Ian people are a group of shrunken turtles, if they dare to go out of the city to sneak attack, the first reaction of the bored battalions of soldiers and horses must be overjoyed.

"The Legion of Magicians is directly under the brigade, the Wrath of the Vulcan, and the main general Allegri. Dargnan replied in a clear voice, and he rode forward, handing over the paperwork in his hand.

The Rangers' gaze changed suddenly. In order to motivate the fighting spirit of the officers and men, the General Staff Headquarters will distribute the list of military merits to the whole army every week. Some classic war examples will also be compiled into war reports and widely publicized. Allegri and the "Wrath of the Vulcan" are undoubtedly frequent visitors. Relying on the magic array, the Western Route Army broke the record of three cities in one day, and so far, no army has been able to break it.

"It turned out to be Commander Allegri," the rangers bowed to their chests, and the squad leader quickly checked the paperwork and order, and nodded, "Please report to the camp with me." ”

Leading the way for newly arrived troops is also one of the Rangers' duties. Otherwise, it will not be easy to find the exact location of the headquarters in the ten-mile company camp.

The captain of the rangers, asking the flag bearer for the flag flag of "Fire Pattern Violet", then turned around and waved a few times in the direction of the main camp with a specific movement. On the watchtower, the scouts also responded with flags, signaling that they could enter the camp.

"Please, Commander. The Ranger Captain returned the flag and turned his horse forward. Under his guidance, the group slowly approached the camp of the Middle Route Army. The heavy wooden suspension bridge fell with a bang, stirring up dust and dust.

"Which army has returned triumphantly?" Just as they were about to enter the camp, a group of cavalry happened to pass by, and the rough-looking middle-aged general asked casually.

"General Khazar, the commander of Allegri of the 'Vulcan's Fury', has been ordered to report to the camp. The Ranger captain saluted and replied respectfully.

"Oh?" Hazar looked slightly moved, he glanced at Allegri, snorted, spurred his horse, and walked away.

Seeing that his attitude was quite unkind, Allegri also thought about whether he had offended the general before, but he had no impression. On the way to the headquarters, he asked the captain of the rangers a few words vaguely, but he didn't expect the other party to talk about him left and right, obviously unwilling to answer, or rather, a little jealous.

"Forget it. Allegri stopped asking, and before leaving, General Ebert had reminded him that the greater the credit, the more likely it would be to arouse the jealousy and even malicious attack of others. But if you don't have these feats, how can you gain a foothold in the army?

Not far away, Snowton's Lion Army Banner can already be seen, as well as the front commander-in-chief Cartroman's general flag, the "Blood Moon Scimitar". He was about to urge the horses to speed up. A young scribe came out of the way, stretching out his hand to block the road.

"Mr. Mordschic?" Allegri glanced at him and nodded imperceptibly.

"You take the commander's lieutenant and sign in at the headquarters," Mordschic said softly, looking at the Ranger Captain, "If anyone asks, say that the king has summoned him." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Two more tomorrow, never break your promise!)