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Keep crying and begging, flowers!

On this day, Werther suddenly received an order to meet with Jackson in the main tent. This marshal first started talking and laughing, but unexpectedly, he did not say a word about his previous loss. Werther secretly raised his vigilance, and sure enough, Jackson revealed his true purpose, "Captain Werther, the barbarian operation is getting more and more intense and strange. Yesterday, my thousand-man army encountered the barbarians' main force, and almost all of them were annihilated! There were only a dozen or so who escaped in the end. According to their accounts, I deduced that the barbarians were probably plotting a conspiracy against our Northern Frontier Legion. However, I still do not know what kind of plot it is. So I consulted with the generals in the tent and decided to send a small but capable unit into the barbarian tribes to get some information so that we could respond as quickly as possible. In view of the previous match, I feel that both the quality and flexibility of your troops are second to none. Another eighth banner has arrived here and has never carried out any mission before.

Werther looked at him coldly, and then looked at the generals behind him. Saul was not in the tent, and was told that because of the previous failure, Jackson had transferred him to another banner, far away from the core of the Northern Frontier Corps' power. He suddenly saw that Baruch was also standing behind him, looking at him with an unreadable smile. Werther thought for a moment and then refused. "Marshal, after the last battle, most of my soldiers are still injured and have yet to recover. I'm afraid it's not good to rush into battle. Let's ask the Marshal to send another team. "

"Oh?" Jackson raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Is Captain Werther thinking of resisting the order?" I heard that your soldiers have been watching with their nostrils all day since they defeated my personal guard, and that there are no wounded soldiers in your ranks. That's right, so does that mean, Captain Werther is trying to lie to Ben Shuai! " As soon as these words came out, the inside of the tent was immediately thrown into chaos. Many guys who usually looked down on the eighth banner jumped out, denouncing Werther one after another for intentionally hiding away from the fight. Werther's expression did not change, only coldly looking at Jackson. Unfortunately, Jackson had a shallow smile on his face the entire time, and was unable to see any conspiracy behind it.

Werther sighed in his heart. This was the sorrow of living under someone else's roof. He knew full well that this trip would be extremely dangerous, but he had no choice but to go. Otherwise, he would be disobeying orders and giving orders to others. He thought for a moment and said, "Alright! I took over the eighth banner, but five thousand people were too much. I only had to choose a hundred capable soldiers to accompany me. I'll go back tonight and prepare. We'll set off tomorrow morning! " Without waiting for Jackson to speak, he turned around and left.

Jackson shouted, "Oh right, that Barry guy, I was going to show him to the public tomorrow. If he follows you on a mission, he'll be exempted from punishment!" Werther didn't reply and directly left the tent. After he left, the generals of the northern border immediately broke into an argument, cursing at him for not knowing the rules and not respecting his superiors. Jackson shouted, "Alright, the meeting is over. You all can go back and prepare for it!" After his subordinates had all left, Baruch came over and said, "It seems that even though he had already figured out our plan, he still agreed so readily. It's really unexpected!"

Jackson sneered, "Even if he wants to, he can't refuse! This is the army, if we don't obey orders, I can immediately capture him for resisting orders! Even the Emperor and James can't do anything to me! However, is our plan really foolproof? " Breuer laughed coldly, "What does this have to do with us? This was planned by the Church and Conte themselves. Jackson nodded, "But we still have to do it safely. Although I don't know what the Church is up to, I was the one who gave the order, and if Werther is still alive and comes back to reason with me, I can't escape the responsibility!" Breuer said, "Marshal, don't worry. I'll personally go with him and keep Werther's corpse intact!"

When Werther returned to the camp, he told his men about the new transfer orders. He had never fought a real battle with a barbarian ever since he had come to the Northern Frontier. He also had a experienced person who was experienced and experienced. Just by allowing his flag group to probe deep into the enemy's territory, he had to be careful. Carter said nothing, only looked at Werther. When Werther saw him, he asked, "Carter, what do you think about this matter?" Carter thought for a moment, "Captain's choice is correct. Jackson used the title of marshal to suppress them, it is impossible for our flag regiment to openly disobey orders, it will be more passive. However, he couldn't put all of his main force into that at once. A hundred people is just the right size. Captain, I will accompany you! "

As soon as he said this, everyone rushed to be the first to register. Werther already had a plan. "Alright! Carter, you can't go, stay behind and help me protect the flag group. After all, if I leave now, I don't know what Jackson will do next. With you here, I can rest assured. Barry, come with me and pick another hundred brothers. They must be stronger than Bronze Fighters and better than Silver Fighters. They are the enemy's territory after all. The stronger they are, the more hope they have for survival. Barry will be in charge of the selection, and bring three days' worth of rations and fresh water to leave tomorrow morning! " After leaving many people to discuss amongst themselves, he went into the tent and ignored them.

Early the next morning, Werther looked at the hundred spirited soldiers and nodded. He ordered, "Ride on the reindeer and set off!" The group quietly left the camp and disappeared in the early morning mist. Carter stood at the entrance of the camp and silently prayed, "Captain, may the gods bless your safe return. "Don't worry, before you come back, I will definitely protect the eighth banner, and won't let Jackson have the chance to take advantage of it!"

The north was divided into a large area, and the Klein Empire occupied less than 1% of it. If they went any further, they would reach the barbarian territory. In fact, the barbarians were not as barbaric and backward as their names suggested. On the contrary, they also possessed an incomparably glorious civilization. However, their habits and traditions were unable to adapt to the mainstream of the Grace Mainland. This was because over the long years, their conflicts with the people of other races on the mainland had increased, finally resulting in the protracted war.

The barbarians had believed in the Snow Goddess because they lived in a world of ice and snow. Only the Snow Goddess could shelter them and allow them to survive and reproduce in such a harsh environment. The social system of the barbarians still retained a relatively primitive form. They didn't have a unified country, nor a unified government, but rather, they used their blood ties and formed many large clans around them, the highest leader was the chief, and there were differences in strength between the tribes. Generally, the chief of the largest tribes was also the most powerful warrior, and such people were honored as the chief. The chief was elected once every ten years, and the chiefs of the various tribes were elected together. Martial power was the main method to determine the victor. The current Barbarian Great Chieftain was called Stuart, a genuine Sword Saint. He had served as the chief for the past twenty years and had hundreds of thousands of elite barbarian troops under his command. He was the one who initiated the war with the Klein Kingdom over the years.

As for his brother, he was even more famous. He was known as the number one barbarian expert, the Ice and Snow Sword Saint Martin. He was also a Sword Saint and was just one step away from entering the realm of demigods. However, Martin had been stationed at the heart of the northern border all year round, where the Ice and Snow Goddess' Shrine was the center of the barbarians' faith. The rules of the Ice and Snow Goddess Hall were different from those of the Radiant Church and the Dark Council. There was no Pope or the Pope, and the highest leader of the hall was the Holy Maiden of the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect. However, the candidates for the position of Holy Maiden had been vacant for over a hundred years.

At this time, the Ice and Snow Sword, St. Martin, used his Ice and Snow battle qi to suppress the other outstanding individuals and became the grand elder below the Holy Maiden. He had actually taken control of the Ice and Snow Goddess Hall. After that, he started wars against the Klein Empire together with his brother, which expanded the influence and control of the barbarians. Martin could be said to be a national hero among the barbarians. However, Martin was a bit headstrong. Although he was talented, he was a proud and aloof person. There were many people in the hall who were against him. It was rumored that 30 years ago, there were a few experts from the Temple who had joined forces to suppress him. Martin had forcefully suppressed them and killed a few of them. However, a few of them had escaped the net. After this battle, the Ice and Snow Palace's spirit energy had been greatly damaged and they had become much more low-key.

James had told him all this before Werther left for the war, to give his son a general idea of the man he was going to fight. Werther led a hundred warriors on a difficult march through the northern border. The soldiers were all wearing thick winter clothes, and the weather became colder the further north they went. It was said that this was the territory of the Ice and Snow Goddess, who could unrestrainedly display her divine power, thus causing this kind of cold weather. However, the barbarians who had lived here for many years were far more resistant to the cold than the people of other races. They usually wore only a thin layer of clothing, and even used ice and snow to wipe their bodies when they bathed. The harsh environment had long since given the barbarian race an extremely strong physique and an optimistic and courageous national spirit.

Werther's goal was a barbarian tribe located a thousand miles away from their base. It was said that there was a map of the barbarian forces there. Werther's mission was to bring this blueprint back intact, and it would be best to capture the tribe's chief for interrogation. However, it was obvious that Werther had his own plans for this mission. For the first three days, he strictly ordered the soldiers to use all their strength to travel. There was not much time for them to even stop and rest. On the fourth day, he suddenly ordered the troops to rest in place.

At noon, a squadron of cavalrymen sat together, eating cold food. In order to prevent being discovered by the enemy, scouting troops were generally not allowed to carry or make cooked food, in case the fire attracted the enemy's attention. "Captain, why aren't we leaving?" Werther ate a fruit and Mance asked in a formal tone, "What, do you think we should rush into the enemy's heart, then bring the map and the chief back to give it to Jackson?" Barry shook his head. He was an old soldier too, so he could tell that Werther had other plans. Werther smiled coldly. "This mission is clearly a trap!" It was Jackson's trap, for my life! And all of you are just gifts! "

Barry shouted in anger: "Captain!" Then what are you waiting for? Hurry back and kill that bastard Jackson! " Werther rolled his eyes at him. "He used the military order to pressure me, so I can't openly disobey. I can only bring you guys out and walk around in a circle." Barry seemed to understand, and he asked uncertainly, "Captain, what are your plans ?" Werther sneered. "We'll stay here for a few days and then head back. There's no need for us to lose our brothers' lives because of Jackson's conspiracy! " Barry swallowed, and said with some difficulty: "But Captain, this is disobedience! You will lose your life if you go back! " Werther said, "I'm not even afraid, what are you afraid of?" This is a conspiracy, and everyone knows that even if Jackson knew about it, he wouldn't be able to do anything to me once I'm back after a few laps. Furthermore, even if something happens, I'll be supporting him, so you don't have to worry about it! "