"It's still hard for me to imagine how the northern provinces can achieve financial balance with such a barren piece of turf as Varonian?" the little prince rode a warhorse in golden armor, and his eyes followed the direction of the wind into the distance.

"The countryman has his own way, my lord. Brad, the faithful chief of the guard, rode closely by the side of the little prince Simba.

The chief of the guard, Bradra, straightened the reins and looked back at the marching team behind him, his face was full of sorrow, he felt that what His Royal Highness should be concerned about now should not be the financial problems of the northern provinces, but the combat effectiveness of their troops.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince was accompanied by a 100-strong Royal Guard, which was expanded to 1,000 by His Majesty's permission under wartime conditions. And this thousand-person royal guard is the only formed combat power around the little prince.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince spent many years in the capital city of Pompeii to run a large network of connections, which he used to pull out a "ragtag army".

This "motley army" comes from the vistolary forces of various aristocratic courts, the well-bred guards and thugs, or simply the black market mercenaries driven by pure profit.

These mixed guys are not systematic, in combat habits, fighting methods, weapons and armor and ways of thinking are very different, it is difficult to unify the command, the reason why they are willing to gather under the banner of the little prince is naturally not for some bullshit royal glory, it is completely because of the necessity and the bags of gold coins.

The Lionheart legion led by the eldest prince Simbak was disdainful of the little prince Simba's motley army, and some radicals even pointed at the little prince's nose and scolded him for blackening the royal face and not being worthy of the status of a battlefield commander at all.

Brad watched the little prince remain silent in the face of the abuse, but the palm in the sleeve had already been clenched into a fist, and the green tendons on it kept rolling like a dragon on the same ground.

Right now, the Kingdom Expeditionary Force on its way to the borders of the Desert Nation is divided into three parts.

The Lionheart's legion, led by Grand Prince Simbak, advanced from the right flank;

The frontal army of the four legions of Wrath of the God of War, the Whip of the God of War, the Iron Throne, and the Roar of Steel advanced from the middle;

The little prince Simba led the legion nicknamed "Dawn" from the left flank.

Now the Legion of Dawn is heading northeast of Kotaav, overseen by 800 of the most elite royal guards, to prevent the motley from escaping before a fight.

Brad, the chief of the guard, thought it was ironic to say such a thing.

"Compared to those rabble of 30,000 people, I value Guangye more than others. The words of the little prince Simba brought the head of the guard back to reality, and from here he could already faintly see the red spire of the Bright Field Hall, dimly glowing with a thick light.

This kind of architecture full of oriental subtle beauty makes the eyes of the little prince, who is accustomed to seeing the luxurious style of money worship, suddenly shine, just like a diner who is used to eating fatty meat suddenly sees a refreshing green vegetable, and the sharp contrast is indescribable.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't you really need Chang Hao to come out to greet you? You are now one of the three commanders of the expeditionary force, and he should do this. Brad suggested.

"He's a very unusual guy, and I've felt that way since the Winter Combat Conference, and it's only going to get stronger now, and there's no need to be polite between friends. Simba, the little prince, stepped on the stirrups a few times, and the armored war horse galloped forward happily.

Brad didn't know how much of his master's words were sincere, he didn't know how much the so-called "friend" in the little prince's mouth deviated from the "friend" he understood, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, just focused on the present.

Brad had noticed early on that the Bright Wild vassal scouts roaming around them had changed several groups, and to his surprise to the royal chief of the guard, the vassals had the same sophisticated scouting skills as the regular army, as well as the special clothes that blended in perfectly with the meadow environment.

If it weren't for the fact that he was an experienced warrior himself, I am afraid that he would not even be able to see the shadow of these reconnaissance teams. Brad was secretly frightened, the military literacy shown by Guang Guangye could get a glimpse of the leopard from this matter, and it was worthy of being the legendary territory of the two major human mercenary groups from the front, and there were indeed two brushes.

Eventually, however, the unexpected happened.

In the waist-deep grass in front of the little prince's war horse, several figures exploded without warning, and Brad's eyes widened suddenly. Ever since he entered the Great Varonian Wasteland, he had been engrossed, and he had no idea that an assassin had touched such a close distance from His Royal Highness the Prince, and that group of Bright Field's scouts were eating?!

Brad reflexively drew his broadsword and slashed at the "Assassin".

"Stop!" roared the little prince.

Brad is really loyal, and even every reflex in his body is subconsciously following the orders of the little prince, and if it is someone else, this sword will definitely not be able to be recovered, but he can force back the offensive with an unbelievable whirlwind, I have to say that this guy is indeed a rare talent, a natural guard.

Emerging from the grass are several delicate and cute cat girls, the reason why they are cute is because their heads have cat ears that make people want to touch them at a glance, and they have amazing curvy figures, but if you take a look at their weapons and camouflage uniforms, you will know that they are all thorny roses.

"Who are you?" asked Brad, who sheathed his sword.

Lu Coco gave the little prince a simple military salute and explained, "We are the rapid reconnaissance and reaction force of the Bright Field, and we have been ordered to lead the way for His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"I don't know if your rash actions like this will disturb His Royal Highness the Prince!" Brad said in his heart, what the hell is this reconnaissance and reaction force, so unexpected, why don't you go and form an assassin alliance?

The little prince Simba is the kind of person who can hide what he thinks in his heart, although he is also shocked by the elusive ability of this group of cat girls, but his face still has a gentle expression like a spring breeze, "Is there any danger from here to the bright field?"

"Further afield is minefield, and you have to take a detour to be safe. Lu Coco spread her hands.

The corners of the little prince's mouth twitched, what kind of guy would lay a minefield behind his territory, so insecure? Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting your own people?

"Then we'll have to ask a few girls to show us the way. "The little prince doesn't want to be blown up in the sky for no reason when he comes to Vronian for the first time in his life.

After a period of twisting and turning, the little prince's marching procession finally came to the main gate of the bright field, and the little prince rode a tall horse, and he had no time to look at the beautiful and picturesque scenery, and he took a fancy to the group of soldiers who were training at first sight.

The gods are on top! How can these bears be so burly? Are they really bearmen?

The leopard clan that can control the snow wolf? Could it be the legendary snow leopard clan that lives on the snow-capped mountain of Taimudar? That is an existence that even the father and king cannot submit!

There are also a group of pandas that are walking like flying, heroic centaur girls

Those armor and sharp weapons that glittered in the sun, but anyone with a little eyesight, knew that they were not ordinary.

The little prince rarely couldn't control his emotions, his face flushed, his fists clenched, and he shouted in his heart that he had made the right bet!

The little prince is simply going to praise the god of war, where is this kind of militia in the poor countryside, this is simply a group of super soldiers comparable to the ace army of the lineage!

In this kingdom expedition, he must make a name for himself!

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