Outside the village in the north of Gelkala, curious children have gathered at the entrance of the village. They are jumping and jumping happily, and the sound of shouting and shouting can be heard a hundred steps away. The chickens and ducks ran around in fright, which attracted angry parents. They held wooden sticks and taken off shoes in their hands, and were ready to teach these uneasy children a lesson.

But when the parents arrived at the entrance of the village and grabbed those naughty little ones, a voice interrupted their movements, and the shoes stopped in mid-air.

"Stop beating the children, auntie, pray for us, we will bring back victory for Rhodoks." Amid hearty laughter, a group of militiamen from the south walked past the village with their hands waved. The leader was wearing Thick chain armor, carrying a long machete, his face looked very relaxed and comfortable. But the villagers immediately put down their children and watched the group of soldiers leave. They knew that under the relaxed faces of those militiamen was a heavy responsibility, and they carried a heavy burden related to the rise and fall of Rhodoks.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dignified. The villagers gathered at the entrance of the village to discuss the situation just now. Those naughty children were already holding their heads and preparing to be beaten, but their parents' actions now made them a little confused. Obviously they were not beaten, but they all lowered their heads, racking their brains to think how much trouble they had made to make everyone in the village what they are now.

"Look, they are coming again!"

But after a brief moment of depression, the tender voice of the youngest child caught everyone's attention. They raised their heads and looked in the direction the child was pointing. Escorted slowly to the north. The carriage was a luxury that no one in the village had ever seen in their life, and the cavalry on both sides were also armored in plate armor, breastplate and chain armor, very mighty. But whether it is a beautiful carriage or a powerful cavalry, there is nothing conspicuous about them, and that is the mountain bear logo engraved on the carriage.

"Long live the king! May the Lord always be by your side, may you live long and healthy, and be invincible!"

The villagers bowed and knelt down, offering their king their sincere blessings. Even those children knelt down on one knee. However, there were exceptions among them. The youngest child walked over curiously and looked at the carriage not far from the carriage. The cavalry beside the car frowned and wanted to go over and take the child away, but at this moment there was a knocking sound in the car, and the cavalry stopped immediately and opened the window for His Majesty the King.

Graves poked his head out and glanced at the little child who was looking at him curiously and excitedly. The little guy was not as tall as his legs, but showed a bravery and exploration that many adults did not have.

"Take it, boy, and tell your family that I will protect them."

The king stretched out his hand from the car window, put a shiny gold dinar coin on the child's palm, and then closed the car window with a smile.

The king's caravan continued north, but the ranks of militiamen and soldiers would not stop there. After the villagers got up, they saw the endless caravan and the soldiers who couldn't afford to lose followed the footsteps of the king all the way north. Even though they didn't have much after the earthquake, they still gave the dry food to the passing soldiers. Of course, when the child threw gold coins into his mother's arms, many young and strong people in the village were very excited. With the acquiescence of the elders, they went home and dug out the rusty swords and Spear, wearing some tattered soft armor, resolutely joined that team.

Just as the king thought, on his northern road, there were soldiers and volunteers joining his team in the villages, towns and manors along the way. Among them were rural militiamen, who had not received much training but Armed peasants with strength and courage, retired soldiers who can still hold weapons, and those nobles who are still willing to die for him and their private soldiers add up to more than 400 people. In order to ensure the safety of the capital, King Graves still left one-third of his troops to guard Gelkala. He only took 2,500 standing soldiers and militiamen to the north. Mercenary troops and coalition forces are not yet strong enough. But the king was sure his people would be on his side, and they were.

The Earl of Tubiton gathered as many troops as possible around Fort Aberles while the army was advancing. Except for the necessary defensive troops, they all assembled and went to the northern front. 700 regular troops mixed with spearmen and crossbowmen Cooperating with 450 militiamen is enough to support one side of the battlefield in the next big war. And the king's personal conquest also gained many soldiers from the villages and towns along the way~lightnovelpub.net~ And the lords of the towns in the north and northwest of Gelkala also announced that they would defend the throne of King Graves and led their respective troops When they came to join the battle, they arrived at the front line before the king, expanded the defense line from less than 300 to 800, and the wall was further strengthened. Even if the rebels attacked, they could hold on for a while.

But even knowing that so many friendly troops will come to support, the old sergeant guarding the border wall is still not happy. He patrols the fence every day, and as the arrow tower gets higher and higher, the enemy camp he can see gets bigger and bigger. Not just the area, he was sure that every day more scattered troops would come from the north and enter the camp, which made the camp very crowded, and had to expand the range three times, even approaching their periphery The troops' ballista range stopped.

In the opponent's camp, he could see the flags of many Rhodok nobles he remembered. The noble lords who had lost their territories before were stationed in different areas and distinguished by flags, so it was very easy to confirm the opponent's position and Approximate number of people. Also, there's the mess of flags, and the checkered banners that Calradian mercenaries are so fond of, scattered all over the place, and apparently at least 20 different troops have joined Lord Kestor's ranks. There are as many as a hundred of them, as few as a dozen, and their combat effectiveness is also different, but the number of them adds up to a lot. The sergeant was sure he even saw that damned peony banner once! The brat who had occupied the Eastern Territories had indeed meddled, and his mercenary regiment was now sided with the rebels, and the sergeants had sworn to drive them out, whatever their goals might be.

Now, it is only necessary to wait for the main forces of both sides to arrive before the battle can begin.