While these troops were waiting for the arrival of the residents, a dark crowd finally appeared on the horizon.

　　 "Get ready to meet! Your Majesty's leader is here!" The two wing captains put their hands on a pergola above their eyes and said.

　　 After these soldiers immediately assembled the whole group, they walked neatly towards the crowd.

These soldiers have their own pride. Countless victories have long allowed them to cultivate their pretentious confidence. These people will all become leaders under His Majesty’s rule. Now let them see how powerful His Majesty’s army is. A very necessary thing.

　　 Taking a neat step, the soldiers carrying long spears in their hands, look like an elite image of strict military discipline.

　　 The golden lion coat of arms on both sides of the red background fluttered in the wind, and the serfs who fell into the **** caused a serious commotion in an instant.

"What are you doing! Don't mess! Give me all squat on the ground! I'll kill him if anyone dares to move!" These soldiers immediately drew their long swords from their waists when they saw this. If more than 40,000 people rioted in an instant It can't be solved in a short time.

　　 Under the brutal pressure of these soldiers, the commotion among the residents calmed down. They squatted shivering and did not dare to move. If they were killed by the adults at this time, they would have died in vain.

　　 Soon, the two coalitions in the north came to the front of the crowd.

The two wing captains walked five meters in front of the opposing officers and said: "Our wing captains of the first and second wing of the north are here to receive the population in the name of His Majesty Reiner, Grand Duke of the North. Are you from this army? Manager?"

　　 "That's right!" A middle-aged man with a red beard headed by the head stood up and said: "I am Sir Horn of the Empire and an old friend of His Majesty Rainer!"

　　Speaking, Sir Horn hit his horse and walked towards the two league captains.

　　 "Good day, Sir!" The two league captains rode on the horse and simply saluted Sir Horn.

　　 Although the two of them represent the Grand Duchy of the North, after all, they have no titles and belong to civilians. They can't be rude in front of Sir Horn, a semi-aristocrat with a title.

　　 But as the captain of the alliance, they were not too humble, so they just saluted on horseback.

　　 Sir Horn didn’t care about it during the summer. Although the two were a little rude, the North was still strong. As the saying goes, a weak country has no diplomacy. Although the empire is not a weak country, it is not in its heyday.

　　 Although the territory is far beyond the northern border, the military power that can be used is not much different from that of the northern border, or even slightly inferior.

　　 What's more, Sir Horn was originally a more open-minded person, and the other party was not without courtesy, so he didn't pursue it.

　　 Sir Horn is getting older and older. When he first met Rainer, it was ten years ago. At that time, he was in his mid-40s.

　　 Ten years have passed. Sir Horn is also in his fifties, and he is approaching the scope of the elderly. His stubborn red beard actually shows signs of brown development.

　　 At the beginning, he was able to be sent to the north to meet with Rainer. He was naturally a long-sleeved dancer. Now that he is getting older and older, there is a kind of kindness in the words.

　　 The two coalition captains commanded the arrogant soldiers and killed countless enemies. They were originally arrogant generations, but now they saw Sir Horn and laughed with them.

　　 "That's good, in that case, I will order the soldiers to hand over with your sergeants!" A coalition captain said with a smile.

　　 Sir Horn is not the direct commander of so many soldiers, but he is clearly a man who has helped the imperial capital to make a lot of credit.

　　 Now he is an officer who controls a city defense brigade in the imperial capital. There are more than 300 subordinates. His son is also canonized as a knight and has the title of knight.

　　 After receiving the order, the originally neatly formed soldiers dispersed and organized a small group to receive the population.

A team officer handed the long spear in his hand to a soldier behind him, leaning on the long sword at his waist and kicking the iron-clad boots that he called on, walked in front of the opponent's leader, and lifted the visor of the helmet-covered helmet. .

　　 This low-level officer glanced up and down at the team officer's outfit. What he saw was a simple layer of armor. Although it was a little crude but it had all the internal organs, it basically protected all the vulnerable parts.

　　Especially the torso and the limbs and joints are well protected, and under this layer of armor, there is a layer of shiny full-body chain armor, which makes the sound of rubbing the nail pieces as they walk.

　　 Looking at the helmet on top of the team officer's head, it was clearly a full-covering visor with two layers of protection on the neck.

　　 The chain mail cap with the whole chain armor is worn on the head like a hoodie, and under the cover helmet there is this layer of armored neck guard, which hangs from the helmet to the front chest and back.

　　 In this way, even if the long sword slashes vigorously, it may be difficult to cause effective damage to his neck.

　　 This officer doesn't need to think about it. In addition to that, the opponent must have a layer of armed clothing or even cotton armor as an inner cushion in the iron armor, because the weather in the north is estimated to be frozen to death if he only wears linen.

　　 The value of this body is estimated to be at least fifteen gold coins, not to mention that there is a long sword slung around the opponent's waist, and the excellent spear just handed over to his subordinates.

Of course, the price of fifteen gold coins is in the imperial capital. The imperial capital who lacks steel wants to build such an armor is naturally rare. But in the northern territory, such a whole set of equipment costs only two gold coins. The salary of the blacksmith must be counted.

Looking at the sophisticated equipment on the opponent and the worn-out cotton-padded jacket on his body, the officer couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ Their fate is fate, but the fate of labor and capital is not fate. Up? "Although the officer has left the rank of a small soldier, he still has no iron armor.

　　 Steel is so expensive, and iron armor is so scarce that only a hundred people are qualified to get it. How could he be a ten-man team leader wearing iron armor?

　　 He looked at each other repeatedly, and the jealousy in his heart became more serious. They are all ten people, why is the gap so big.

"The Second Squadron, Second Squadron, Second Squadron, North First Infantry Wing Jin, came to receive the population on behalf of Grand Duke Reiner of the North Border. From now on, the person in charge of your **** should be under our control. If there is no objection, the handover will be carried out immediately. Bar!"

　　 The team officer didn't see the opponent's emotions, and there was no need to guess the opponent's mood. He only had to complete the task of the Grand Duke.

　　 However, he did not expect that just such a remark caused great dissatisfaction with the other party.

　　 "What are you talking about! Damn! I came to this **** ghost place all the way from the imperial capital, but you talk to me like this! This bitch-bred pigtail is so well-dressed, no wonder the mouth is so smelly!"

　　 The team official was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his eyes were filled with disbelief. He had never thought that the other party would say such rants. Even if his words are not polite, it is not rude after all?

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