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The Klein Empire garrisoned the Northern Legion in the northern border of the barbarian country, and had a total of over 500,000 people. The current general commander was the son of the Minister of the Left, Jackson Bolt, who had operated in the northern border for more than 20 years.

As the vanguard, Werther's main task was to escort the 5000 troops from the headquarters to the northern border to provide reinforcements. Before the so-called army reached the northern border, the 5000 troops would rest in the small military town where Werther had stayed the last time he toured the Beast Clan. They would then escort the 500 huge fodder carts and begin the long journey.

Since they were all in Klein's territory along the way, and the chances of being attacked were small, but they couldn't rule out the possibility that the barbarians or soldiers might start to disturb the food supply. So Werther ordered the army to be on high alert in order to respond to attacks that might come at any moment. At this time, Carter's military ability was fully utilized. The scouting, topography, assignment, and other trivial matters had all been arranged by him. To tell the truth, Werther wasn't good at these things. However, he had one advantage, which was that he dared to give out authority. Under Carter's order, everything was carried out in an orderly manner. Everyone was also used to this Guild Leader's command.

Without a word, in the middle of the second month after the departure of the army, five thousand elite soldiers finally arrived at the northern border of the empire. It was still hot summer when they set out. The weather was already bone-chilling before they even officially arrived at the northern border. Fortunately, they were well-prepared. The soldiers changed into thick winter attire, gathered their fawning together, and sent a pair of men to drive them back to the rear. In this cold weather, ordinary war horses could not survive, so the cavalry had lost their meaning. The barbarians had lived here for generations, and hundreds of thousands of years had allowed them to come up with an effective way to survive on the ice plains.

Barbarians do have mounts, a kind of animal called reindeer." They would catch reindeer cubs and train them from a young age, and then they would be useful. Strictly speaking, this kind of animal was also a type of demon beast, but it was a lower grade grass eating demon beast. Strictly speaking, this type of animal was also a type of demon beast, but it was also a lower grade grass eating demon beast. When the empire began to fight with the barbarians, because the war horses could not adapt to the cold weather and died in large numbers, the barbarian cavalry army suffered a great loss. After decades of fighting and groping, the imperial army also learned to train reindeer.

According to the plan, Werther's cavalry troops would give up their war horses at the border of the north and would walk the supplies to report to the northern army camp. After that, the camp would distribute five thousand reindeer. It would require them to get used to this new type of mount in the shortest amount of time before they would be qualified to be dispatched to the battlefield to fight for their country. Not long after Werther's troops entered the ice plains, they encountered a small force sent by the Northern Frontier Legion to assist them. They then led the way and the eighth banner arrived at the location of the Northern Frontier Legion's main camp.

Werther, mounted on a specially chosen warhorse, looked out over the camp and drew a breath. This was the central encampment of the Northern Frontier Legion, and there were over 200,000 troops stationed here. The encampment extended for more than 10 kilometers, and countless people were gathered here, including people, deer cries, carriages, and so on. It became a grand wave. Even Werther, calm as he was, was taken aback by the size of the national machine.

Someone went to report the news. Soon, the entire camp was abuzz with activity. The sound of a bugle horn rang out. Thousands of men formed a phalanx and escorted dozens of officers to the entrance of the camp. With a wave of his hand, Werther lined up all the officers and soldiers of the flag. The leader was sitting on a huge war horse. The horse was golden all over, and its muscles and bones were sturdy. One could tell with a glance, it was clearly a different type of horse. It was even better than some inferior magical beasts. This person was dressed in armor and had a cape on his back. His figure was thin and his face was somewhat pale. It was as if his body had been hollowed out by a woman with alcohol. But his eyes were like those of a wolf, showing a deep and commanding bearing.

Needless to say, this was the son of the Minister of the Left, Jackson, who was in charge of the entire northern army. There were dozens of high-ranking generals behind him, but Werther only paid attention to one person. That person was clothed in cloth and didn't wear any armor. He had a medium build and was neither fat nor thin, but what kind of eyesight did Werther have? His ears could almost hear the sounds of battle qi coursing through his body. Moreover, this Marshal Jackson was not weak due to having his body emptied out due to alcohol and beauties. On the contrary, he must have trained in a secret skill, which caused his appearance to be a little abnormal.

Werther immediately dismounted from his horse and saluted, saying loudly, "Marshal, the Eighth Flag Regiment Commander of the Central Legion, Vittlan, is here with five thousand soldiers under his command!" If he used his dantian's Qi, it could be said to be a sound that shook the world! A strange look flashed in Jackson's eyes, but he did not dismount. He immediately said, "This marshal heard that a young hero appeared in the Empire this year, and actually defeated the grandson of His Highness the Pope. Furthermore, you seem to have destroyed the projection of a god, right? "

Werther was on full alert. Jackson had even hired assassins to assassinate him when he was young, and now, facing each other head on, he had to be even more careful. He shouted, "Marshal, it's true!" He was not modest at all, admitting directly that he had done these things. Jackson seemed to have not expected Werther to be so straightforward. He was stunned for a moment, and the soldiers behind him broke out into a flurry of discussion, disbelief written all over their faces. Jackson smiled strangely, "So you're this capable? If there's a chance, I'd like to take a look."

Werther didn't answer him and said in a loud voice, "Marshal, the eighth banner has been ordered to escort and deliver the grain and grain. It has been safely delivered, and has come to hand in the order!" Jackson waved his hand, "Forget it, you've done well. Let them bring the provisions in." With a gesture from Werther, his men immediately drove the cart to the barracks. Seeing that the eighth banner team was well-organized, each and every one of the soldiers looked mighty and strong, Jackson's face turned even more grim.

The welcoming ceremony was very short, and the eighth banner was assigned to a place ten miles away from the main camp to set up camp. Carter commanded the soldiers to set up camp, and finally settled down, saying to Werther, "Captain, I think that Jackson doesn't have good intentions towards you ah!" Werther nodded. "Yes, our family and the Left Premier are political enemies, so he will definitely think of a way to harm me." But don't be afraid, I have my own ways to deal with him. In the past few days, you have been working hard to restrain the soldiers. Don't let them make any mistakes, otherwise, if he finds excuses, I won't be able to refute him. " He thought to himself, "Back then, when the dark elves tried to assassinate me, it was Jackson's two subordinates, Nathan and Quincy, who found an excuse to trip Father up. Now, I have to take revenge."

In the main tent, Jackson was in discussion with the man in cloth clothing. "Baruch, what do you think of that Werther?" The man called Barur said, "He's very strong! The battle qi in his body was almost comparable to the combined strength of the three Sword Saints! However, it is very strange that he has not yet broken through to the Sword Saint realm. Furthermore, there is no sign of him condensing a Dou Qi core. " Jackson sighed, "The more it is like this, the more worried I am. This kid is very secretive, but Father means that we have to get rid of him. This time, you have to make a move." Baruch shook his head. "I'm afraid that I alone won't be enough. I'll have to find at least three more Saint-level experts to deal with him."

Jackson smirked, "That's easy to do. In a few days, we will have an ally. He will definitely bring us good news." But after getting rid of this Werther, I'm afraid his troops will mutiny. " A fierce look flashed in Baruch's eyes. "We can first take out his subordinates and let them watch helplessly as their subordinates are executed. When that happens, he and his subordinates will be separated from us. After that, we can go kill him and there will be no future troubles." Jackson laughed. "You are my brains! "Alright, let's do it!"

The day after Werther had entered the camp, an unexpected visitor arrived. It was Bishop Conte of the Holy See. As soon as he entered the camp, he immediately went to discuss with Jackson before coming to chat with him. Conte told him that he had been ordered by the Pope to regulate relations between the barbarians and the Klein Empire. Werther scoffed. Klein and the barbarians had been fighting for so long, yet the Church had not done anything to help them. And somehow, when he saw Conte, he had a bad feeling that someone was plotting against him. Werther could only be more careful. Other than going to the army camp to register his troops, he also didn't want to leave his subordinates. He also didn't want his subordinates to stir up any trouble.

Every morning during the Eighth Flag Group's training, there would be a lot of Northern Frontier troops surrounding the British army pointing at them. One of them said: "This is the Eighth Flag Group? "It doesn't seem that good either!" Another one laughed and said, "You don't know, our Empire's most elite soldiers are the ones stationed in the Imperial City, and although the City Defense Army is also a Central Legion, they are not lacking in any way. I heard that the eighth banner is formed by the City Defense Army."

There were a few soldiers who could not stand to hear such slanderous words in the first three days. Werther had started a fight with the Northern Frontier Legion, and when he heard of this, he beat every soldier with a hundred military sticks before sending them to the camp to beg for forgiveness. This way, Jackson was actually unable to vent his anger, and was also deeply aware of how powerful this young man's methods were, so he had no choice but to leave it at that.

Since then, no matter what others said, the Eighth Flag's soldiers remained silent. However, they accumulated more and more resentment in their hearts. Werther also had a way to pass on his skills to them directly. Half of the Royal Library was in his brain, what kind of battle skill did he need? Very quickly, these straightforward men were attracted by the myriad of battle skills and did not have the mood to think about anything else. The people who were trying to stir up trouble, on the other hand, had changed their sarcastic expressions to secretly learning with a face full of envy. Only then did this part of the disturbance come to an end.