Chapter 114 Arriving at the Front, Field's Title

The soldiers were already in a hurry, and Field had no choice. Since the horse was gone, he couldn't ride Aria back, right? So it took a lot of time to travel.

With the addition of Aria, the combat strength of the First Army has doubled.

In the following time, Field did not kneel down to please Aria. Instead, he was busy with his own business, blackmailing all the villages he passed, and training the first army. Apart from running exercises and formations, the rest of the time was just a simple spear phalanx.

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More complex formations cannot be achieved, but being able to skillfully set up a defensive spear phalanx is already considered a combatable soldier.

On the third day, Field finally saw the first army rushing to the front line, and then the second, third, and more troops rushed to the front line.

The dull sound of horse hooves and the mixed footsteps made even the ground tremble slightly. Noble armies, large and small, poured in from the skyline, like rushing rivers composed of people.

"Okay, let's set off too!" Field got on the war horse. This spare horse was not as good as the previous one, but it could still be used.

"Yes, my lord!"

The guards threw away the chicken bones in their hands and burped with satisfaction. They had extorted too much food these days. Everyone was living a paradise-like life, and they were even more grateful to Field.

"This is how many nobles participated." Field was amazed.

The aristocratic troops seen on the road carried various family flags, wore different costumes, and even had different accents.

Of course, they also have something in common, that is, the knights all look like they are showing off their strength, while the regular soldiers and guards are holding weapons and heading on their way in a serious manner. As for the serf soldiers or slave soldiers, they could only carry a bunch of baggage and stagger forward on the road with a face full of pain, and they had to be whipped or scolded from time to time.

There are also many mercenaries. They carry all kinds of equipment and carry "trophies" on their bodies. Mercenaries are often the least disciplined and will hardly miss any opportunity to rob.

In Morrowind, Feld only extorts, not plunders. Firstly, there are not many high-value items, so you can ensure enough food through extortion. Secondly, the boss you are about to face is the Morrowind people!

These mercenaries will become the first wave of cannon fodder.

Field couldn't wait to go to the front line. He followed other noble troops and advanced slowly.

"Hello, Sir Field, I have heard your name."

A young man in navy blue clothing came over on a white horse. He showed a kind smile and said, "My name is Laurent, from the Beifeng family. Nice to meet you."

Never heard of it.

But Field pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh ~ Beifeng family, I have heard of your legendary stories a long time ago."

Laurent immediately beamed with joy: "That's great. You are worthy of being Sir Field. Do you know? The whole Morrowind is spreading your title."

"Holy crap! Is it true?"

I actually became popular!

"Is it the Lion of the North? Or the Devil's Muscular Man." Field was so proud that he couldn't help but reveal a confident smile that was unparalleled in the world.

"Well, not those people, your title is Baron Happy Bean, the one who brings good news to men."

"Pfft~what?"

Field nearly fainted.

The name that he thought of at first turned out to be a boomerang and hit him hard on the head.

"Your army is very powerful, and I look forward to working with you to defend against the enemy." Laurent sat on his horse and motioned to Field.

The First Army he had trained urgently seemed to Field to be a novice among novices, but in the eyes of Laurent and other nobles, this was not the case.

The military looks neat and tidy, marching in neat steps, and everyone is wearing armor. They are already considered to be a superior regiment.

"Oh my gosh, they didn't just randomly fall behind or run away into the woods."

“You can actually stay in line.”

"As expected of the elite of the Ross family."

The minor nobles stopped to watch one after another and cast envious glances. Apart from themselves and their followers, they only had some serf soldiers with broken wooden sticks and farm tools.

Of course, there were a few unfriendly glances.

"Baron Happy Bean has made a lot of money. It is said that Simon is so poor."

"I heard he's weak."

"Haha, you will see the difference during the battle."

Field ignored them and continued marching. Two days later, he finally arrived at the border fortress of Morrowind.

Thousands of troops were stationed here, stretching for more than ten miles. Bonfires, huts and horses formed a long camp. Large swaths of trees were cut down and simple shacks were built. There were endless tents for people to live in and for the injured.

"Oh, oh, it hurts!"

"Please, don't saw off my arm. I will collect the money to buy the healing potion. Please, ah!"

The wounded wailed, and the unlucky ones were bled directly for treatment, or their festering limbs were sawed off.

"What genius arrangement is to place the wounded soldiers at the assembly point, and they will lose all their morale before they can improve their morale."

Field's mouth twitched, and he turned around to see that his soldiers had frightened expressions. No one wanted to become a maim or a corpse.

"Baron Naslu returned to the embrace of the goddess and died under the siege of the cultists."

"Knight Seifuddin left us. He died on the way to charge."

People kept reporting the names of dead nobles, and special officials recorded them.

A group of nobles were mourning: "Hey, they are all warriors dedicated to their country. Rest in peace."

"Did they die in the enemy's attack?" Field leaned over to mourn, lowered his head and asked quietly.

A kind-hearted noble made a pattern on his chest, turned his head and said: "They died in the reconnaissance mission, some died in the fortifications of the cultists, and some died in the ambush, alas."

Needless to say, these young people arrived in advance, and most of them were full of enthusiasm, but they happened to have no background.

Then they were assigned some dangerous tasks by the governor, which happened to hit the guns of the full-blown enemy.

Rosaria couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, they are all warriors of the empire. My Xingye family also died in defending the empire."

"They are indeed warriors, but it's a pity that those great nobles wish they would die more." Field sneered. He had long seen through the calculations of the great nobles.

"Why do you say that?" Rosaria was confused.

"Because they are nurturing the enemy, the more trouble the cultists make, the more nobles they kill, and the bigger the pie they will get after the rebellion is quelled. Where do you think the land and wealth of the Itaven Province and the nobles who died in the war will go?"

"In the stomachs of some nobles." Rosaria understood immediately, "So, you want to expose them?"

"Of course not, we want to be the ones who divide the pie, not the ones who become the pie, nor the ones who turn the table over."

Field arranged for the army to set up camp, and he went to the fortress to show his face. This is a good opportunity to improve his reputation.

Maybe he can get rid of the stupid title of Happy Bean Baron.