It didn't take long for the Rangers sent out by Aaron to return one after another, and also brought back what he wanted most, the direction of the Misty Mountain barbarians and their approximate numbers.

The only thing that surprised him was that the Rangers who rushed back still had obvious blood stains on their bodies, and there were a few fewer javelins missing from the saddle, apparently they had some "little trouble" when they returned.

The most striking feature of the Mistromez cavalry was that they would always carry a full six javelins - about 1.2 meters and 1.5 meters in length, the front end of the long javelin was a short sword-like shape, which could be used as a spear, and when it was attacked, it would hold the barrel of the gun backwards, stab it from top to bottom or throw it when it was about to rush in front of them, and then draw the sword to fight; the short javelin was similar to a harpoon, it was made into a prismatic shape, and the upper quarter of the upper part of the barrel was all barbs, and once it was stabbed, there was absolutely no possibility of pulling it out— Unless the whole piece of flesh is torn off.

The two javelins are proportional to the size of the battle and the actual situation, but these two throwing weapons are not a high threat to enemies with full armor and shields, and harpoon-like javelins cannot tear through the iron armor - the Mistermai knights and soldiers who grew up in the north, their enemies are the unprotected Misty Mountain barbarians and the hostile highlander tribes. Therefore, all weapons are designed for the purpose of absolute destruction, and the only thing that is similar to the knights of Salion in the south is the heavy sword, which symbolizes the status of the knight.

"We ran into a group of Misty Mountain barbarians gathering food, men, women, and even children. There were about one or two hundred people. They pounced on us like crazy hungry wolves when they spotted us, and the Radiant Cross was on it, I really haven't seen such a desperate Misty Mountain barbarian!" The two rangers, covered in blood and stinking sweat, helped each other to get off their horses, sat down in front of Aaron and panted and said, "It's too much, I've never seen so many Misty Mountain people together, and there hasn't been a fight yet." Together like brothers!"

"To the point, it looks like you fought a fight, but luckily you all came back alive. Aaron patted the Ranger on the shoulder and handed over a wine bag: "How effective are they, and there are approximate numbers." ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you very much!" The ranger hurriedly thanked and took the wine bag, took two sips, and then wiped his mouth unsatisfied: "Although it looks outrageous, they don't have any combat power, and it can be seen that they have obtained some bows and arrows from the tribes they raided before." But it's not accurate. Still fighting by brute force, roaring madly and wielding sticks, iron swords and short spears, not to mention no discipline. ”

"Just a bunch of barbarians, or rather...... When the beast saw us, he chased after us in a frenzy, and we rode twice and killed a few more with javelins before escaping. The ranger said in a deep voice, "But their number is staggering, almost ten or twenty thousand!"

"One or twenty thousand, no wonder you can raid Aslum. Burn this place to ashes. Ya Ethics nodded of course, the entire Aslum was only a few thousand people, and it was raided by someone at night, and it was helpless to suffer such a fiasco. A rudimentary fence can keep out wild beasts, but not a raging army.

"But most importantly, they seem to ...... It's weird that there are no slaves. They had just raided two tribes. But there isn't even a slave!" said the Ranger with a puzzled expression, "Maybe it's because they're rarely locked up, but ...... If the slaves are caught, there's no way they'll stop working!"

Aaron nodded thoughtfully. This "Misty Mountain Tribe" that had just finished a battle must have lost some manpower. But they still let their tribesmen do their work, which means that they have caught almost no slaves. If it weren't for wealth and slaves, why would these tribes be slaughtered? What would they get, just for the sake of threats?

Thinking of the "Wimpal Family" that was almost a myth, Aaron seemed to think of something, but he couldn't confirm his guess - the other party was most likely a wizard, who could control a large number of Misty Mountain barbarians and not let them fight, maybe some kind of magic, maybe it was relying on some kind of medium, but it must have something to do with their two consecutive massacres of the Highlander tribe.

"Duke!" shouted the Knight of Jorah, who was standing nearby, he didn't really want to disturb Aaron, who was thinking. But now everyone was counting on the Duke of Brenus, who was trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, to come up with an idea. After all, they were now about to face one or two thousand Misty Mountain barbarians, and the other party's cruel style to the extreme also made the soldiers present shudder.

"Now that we've discovered the location of our prey, there's no need to delay any longer. Aaron looked up with a smile on his face, and his confident smile seemed to melt the ice: "Brethren, let's take a little rest, and then we'll set off - this will be our first battle in the Northlands, long live the Empire!"

"Long live the Empire——!!!! Long live Theodore's majesty——!!!!" The soldiers, infected by Aaron's self-confidence, also involuntarily shouted in unison.

Probably because the current situation in Aslum was so thrilling that neither the Rangers nor the Legionnaires were willing to stay here for too long, so they quickly packed up and set off again.

After having had enough of being frightened, Igo Bezarro also lost some of his initial excitement and became much more silent, and although the appearance of hanging his head and not saying a word made Ustan very worried, it was also a sigh of relief - if Igo continued to regard this as an "adventure", he was more worried about whether she should be allowed to go back quickly.

However, what made him even more suspicious was that the Duke of Aaron Brenus, who was still in high spirits and even too confident, seemed to have in his ears that one or two hundred Misty Mountain barbarians and one or two thousand were probably the same word. Although the Duke was trusted by Caesar, Ustan preferred to believe what he saw.

Perhaps the man who was accustomed to commanding cavalry was more radical and daring? Ustan struck bitterly as he guessed that the other cavalry commander he knew, Belisarius, was also an extremely bold fellow.

"You look worried. Aaron suddenly slowed down his horse, approached Ustan on his horse, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you afraid that I will lead you all into a trap?"

"No, you are the commander-in-chief appointed by Caesar, and Roman soldiers are born to obey - whether the order is right or wrong. My uncle was a Roman soldier, and I was raised from an early age in the manner of a Roman soldier, so I will not have any doubts about your orders. Ustan replied stiffly, "I'm just curious, how do you have such confidence, is it in your eyes that the people of the Misty Mountains are so vulnerable?"

"Vulnerable? Of course not, but if I wanted to, I would make them vulnerable in front of me!" Aaron smiled smugly, his eyes shining like bright stars, "But most importantly, if I don't have faith, then you don't have faith either." And so on, and our entire cavalry corps will lose confidence. An army that does not have the belief of victory is an army that is doomed to defeat. ”

"You have the talent of a soldier, and I can see that Theodore likes you very much—not the kind of 'love', of course!" Aaron said half-jokingly, "As you said earlier, the soldier's natural mission is absolute obedience, whether the order is right or wrong, and as a commander, he has another mission, which is to absolutely trust his own judgment, whether the result is right or wrong." Because when a commander begins to question himself, then he and his soldiers are not far from the end. So, believe in yourself, no matter what!"

"Thank you for your teaching. Although it can be seen that Aaron is a few years younger than himself, the other party's innate talent and experience have indeed benefited him a lot: "I will remember it!"

"Oh, don't be like that...... I'm just going to say a few things casually. Are you really Constantine's nephew? Looks more like the son of that Tyrenus guy, and your uncle is much more interesting than you!" Aaron laughed awkwardly, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "The reason why I'm so confident is because I know all too well - I've been dealing with these barbarians of the Misty Mountains since I was an acolyte to Uncle Jorah. Oh, you may not know it, but I used to be quite a knight, and I had to learn from a knight when I was eight years old, and I was an acolyte to Uncle Jorah for eight years. ”

"Our enemies are a bunch of barbarians who have no discipline and rely entirely on blood. Without good protection, without high-quality iron or steel weapons, the cavalry was rarely out of size, and their soldiers—children, women, and even old people who couldn't walk!" Aaron said dismissively, "They are not orcs, not any kind of opponent you have ever faced before, in short, a bunch of savage mobs and robbers. ”

"Orcs are so powerful that not only are they physically superior to humans in strength and speed, but they also possess discipline, which is terrifying! They are absolutely obedient to the orders of their leaders, and even know how to cooperate with the warriors around them, which is the key to why they can defeat us again and again in the south!"

"And the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, although they have indeed united now, but the bandits are still bandits, even if there are 100,000 people, they can't be called an army!" Aaron snorted coldly: "What about one or two thousand, give me two hundred cavalry, and I can tear them to pieces!" (To be continued......)