The "Wolf Cavalry" marched along the river, turned a corner in front of the pool where the infantry were washing clothes, and galloped towards the military camp.

The infantry looked enviously at the light cavalry's new short clothes, breeches and boots, and what they were washing was the old coarse cloth clothes they had when they joined the army. Even many people only had one set of old clothes, and they had no need to wear them after washing them.

"Hey! See? Yishui'er's new clothes and breeches! Which squadron is so generous?"

The answer was lukewarm: "Who else could it be? Of course it was the 'Wolf Cavalry'. Humph, they ate the six brigades of Mizuno in one breath and made a fortune."

"But... weren't the puppet troops in Midoriya defeated by us?" Someone asked in confusion: "And Lord Blood Wolf personally ordered that the prisoners' clothes were not allowed to be stripped."

The respondent beat his clothes hard and curled his lips contemptuously: "What's the use of saying these now? Just pick them up cheap! Pierre Mitchell is either Dusak or a mixed-race bastard. Once the war is over, they will change into new clothes. They are not as obedient as we are..."

"Enough!" Lu Xirong stood up, his eyes stopped for a short time on Company Commander Bunier, and shouted: "What nonsense is it? No one thinks you are mute without saying a word!"

Then the others remembered: the company commander was still sitting next to him. Everyone consciously closed their mouths, and they could only hear the dull sound of beating their clothes near the pool.

Only Peter Bunier was unaware of it, and still naked, burying his head to wash his only old top.

...

Following the previous example, the Iron Peak County Army camped outside Artemis.

Because it is necessary to accommodate three battalions of infantry, three squadrons of cavalry and baggage units, the size of the camp is larger than that of many towns, like a small town.

Pierre, Vahika and the light cavalry dismounted in front of the third post and led their mounts toward the camp.

On the way, I met the seventh company commander Li Wei.

Li Wei did not belong to the "old subordinate of the centurion" because he had never participated in the Battle of the Great Wilderness.

However, before the first army was established, Li Wei followed the "Montaneg garrison" to ambush the grain collection team, so he had a deep relationship with Pierre.

A long distance away, Levi greeted warmly: "Adminton Mitchell! Vasia!"

Pierre also smiled and waved his hand.

Levi and the clerk beside him gave a few instructions, then put the hard crust in his hand under his armpit and walked towards Pierre.

He glanced at Pierre's subordinates, leaned back slightly, and exaggerated with an exaggerated expression: "Wow! I haven't seen each other for a few days, so I've changed into new clothes!"

Before Pierre could speak, Vahika answered with a proud look on his face: "That's it! When did we Dusak treat ourselves badly?"

Li Wei grinned, shook her head helplessly, changed to another topic, and asked: "Is the 'master trap' still going well?"

"Of course it went smoothly." Vahika took out a leather bag like a trick from the saddle bag, took it proudly to Li Wei and shook it: "Look at this!"

Pierre frowned slightly and stopped him in a deep voice: "Put it away."

Vahika shrugged and obediently stuffed the leather bag back into the saddle bag.

During the whole process, the sound of metal bumps of "ding ding dangdang" kept coming from the package.

"Where are you? Levi? What are you busy with? Don't you go to rest?" Pierre's eyes swept over the hard crust under Levi's armpit and asked in disbelief: "What I saw on the road, everyone collapsed, and there was no energy to fight the war - the guru allowed this to happen?"

After listening with a smile, Li Wei comforted her, "I understand what you mean, but I can't keep everyone nervous! The soldiers were exhausted and had never rested for a day since they left Revodan. There was a big battle in the middle. Finally, they returned to a safe territory and let the soldiers take a shower. That's what they should do."

"Artemis is not safe - across the river is the county of Rayclan." Pierre frowned: "What's more, the battle has not been finished yet."

"That's what you need to consider." Li Wei laughed and said with a smile: "Don't worry about Leiqun County, there is a special person staring at it. The wind and movements on the other side of the river cannot escape your eyes. Besides, even if you want to continue fighting tomorrow, letting everyone have a good rest today will not get in the way."

Pierre nodded slowly.

Li Wei switched the topic without a trace, and he held the hard crust under his arm in his hand: "As for me? I'm busy rewarding you."

Li Wei smiled and explained: "Your Excellency has an order to let everyone eat more good food. But there is nothing in the baggage carriage except flour, jerky and gunpowder.

There is no way, so I can only buy it on site. But you don’t know how difficult it is to buy something in the village. Often, before we even enter the village, the villagers ran away cleanly.

You taught me a way to set up a market next to the military camp, openly purchase fruits, vegetables, cattle and sheep, and wait for nearby villagers to pull things over themselves."

"You said the centurion taught you..." Vahika was confused: "Draw a circle on the ground and say it is a market, and the farmer will give the things to him obediently?"

"It's enough to be tempting enough." Li Wei patted the cover of the account book.

"Isn't that a big loss?"

"Of course, the bid is the highest on the first day, and then it is lower than the next time. However, ordinary people who want to sell things will still come to sell because they already trust us."

Li Wei paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "Of course, it's the most cost-effective to grab it directly, but you are soft-hearted and can't do that."

Vashika chuckled: "Centurion is soft-hearted?"

Pierre raised his hand to interrupt Vahika. He pursed his lips and nodded deeply to Levi: "Thank you."

"What do you thank?" Li Wei smiled indifferently - the son of this traveler always looked happy: "It won't delay you from reporting your job, and come to you later."

After saying that, Livi nodded to Pierre and Vahika, and raised his legs and left.

"Who is in charge of the division of the camps now?" Pierre asked.

"Go to find Rolf and ask him to arrange a place for you." Li Wei turned around and returned funnyly and greeted: "Let your people leave their stomachs! Tonight, eat beef stewed with radish. One pound of beef per person, and the radish is enough!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Pierre smiled and replied with a greeting. Seeing his old friend made him feel a little clearer.

"Let's go." Pierre ordered: "Go to find a place to live."

Continue to the barracks, pass through the trenches, fences, the second trenches and walls, Pierre nods gently.

Although it was only a short-term stop, the camp should have all the fortifications and was not lazy at all - it means that the Tiefeng County Army was not as slack as it seemed on the surface.

Outside the front gate of the barracks, Pierre waited for Rolf, the company commander of the 12th Company.

Upon learning that "Adminton Mitchell" had reigned, Rolf trotted all the way to the main entrance.

Without saying a word, Rolf directly assigned four ready-made barracks to Pierre's subordinates, and enthusiastically prepared for the forage and stables for Pierre's subordinates.

This saved Pierre a lot of effort. Because his light cavalry did not bring tents or cookware, and all the equipment and one piece were not enough to fill two saddle bags.

Pierre thanked Rolf, but the 12th company commander just blushed and kept wavering his hands.

"Adminton Mitchell." Rolf was a little nervous: "You haven't seen the centurion yet?"

"Not yet." Pierre shook his head.

"Then go quickly, go quickly." Rolf urged kindly: "Don't worry, your subordinates will be given to me for care. Keep the horses full when you come back."

"What's wrong?" Pierre asked keenly: "Is something going on?"

Rolf did not answer, but urged: "Go to see the centurion quickly, go quickly."

Pierre put away his doubts and asked calmly: "Your Excellency Baomin is in the camp?"

"Not here, in the city. After leaving the barracks, go directly to Artemis. The people from the first battalion are responsible for guarding the city gates, and they will let you in directly."

"Oh well."

Pierre untied the rope of the horse from the saddle and handed over the reins of the horse to Vasia.

"I won't go with you." Vahika took out the bag from the saddle bag and handed it to his friend. He said clearly: "If I go, I will definitely be scolded."

Pierre took the bag, nodded, and then stepped onto the horse in the stirrup, and ran quickly towards the city of Artemis as if it was growing on a saddle.

After the first battle in Green Valley, Pierre broke away from the direct command of the Blood Wolf and led the two squadrons of light cavalry to carry out operations alone.

Independent command of operations is undoubtedly an honor. Because except for the orthodox officers at the level of civil servants, there is no precedent for anyone else to lead the army on their own.

But on the other hand, this arrangement also puts Pierre in a very vulnerable position.

Others may not agree with Pierre's opinion, but for the sensitive and careful Pierre, he could already feel a vague gap from his comrades in less than half a month after he divided his troops.

There is about one mile between the military camp and the city wall, and you will arrive in a blink of an eye.

The company commander who guarded the city gate recognized "Adminton Mitchell", so he even omitted the process of checking the identity card and directly ordered his subordinates to move the roadblock.

Pierre thanked him and walked into the city, and met Andrea Chelini who was about to leave the city.

Andre was originally very unhappy, but when he saw Pierre, he unexpectedly smiled: "When will he come back?"

"Just now." Pierre showed twelve points of humility: "Your Excellency, what are you going to do?"

Andre snorted softly: "Go fishing."

Pierre's eyes crossed the shoulders of Chelini's Paomin, and saw a young man following him with two fishing rods. Pierre vaguely remembered that the other party was also from Dusak, as if his name was Nicholas or Alexander. He couldn't remember it. So Pierre didn't call him the name, but just nodded and said hello.

The young man carrying the fishing rod immediately nodded and gave a favor.

Pierre asked the baomin official with a smile: "When did you develop a fishing hobby?"

"I'm just interested in it!" Andrei spat: "Just hide from leisure!"

He explained impatiently: "The rich people in the city wanted to ask Winters to release the prisoners so that their precious son and grandson could go home. But what about? The bastards themselves did not dare to stand up, so they pushed the farmers from nearby villages and towns out and asked a group of old men to petition... It was annoying to see!"

"Montanetbo is receiving petitioners?" Pierre asked cautiously.

"Bad is dealing with them." Andrey yawned, then reacted: "You want to see Winters? Go directly to the garrison. Your centurion is even more vacancies than me. How could he receive any bullshit petitioners?"

Andre laughed loudly, and Pierre laughed a few times.

Andre, who had laughed enough, reached out his big hand like a bear's paw and patted Pierre's shoulder boldly: "You fight beautifully in the battle of Green Valley. Don't be afraid that someone will gossip, what do you do? Winning is the most important thing!"

After saying that, Andrea Chelinibomini stinged his ribs and left. Nicholas, carrying the fishing rod, saluted Pierre and hurriedly followed.

Pierre rubbed his painful shoulders and walked into Artemis.

There were no traces of war in the city, the streets were cleaned and shops along the street were restored.
To be continued...