However, while ordinary people were struggling in the cold winter, King Fernando of August secretly left. He walked out of the city gate at night, heading towards the Imperial Legion.
The Imperial Legion, the cavalry directly belonging to King Augu, is the capital to compete with other principalities. Although the city of Augu is in chaos, there are often conflicts between major professional guilds.
But no one dares to attract the attention of the Imperial Legion. Even the most entrenched noble families have never thought of getting involved.
Because it is clearly written in the imperial decree: Except for the legion commander and King Augu, anyone who dares to contact the imperial legion privately will be burned at the stake regardless of identity, professional level, or race.
Once upon a time, not long after the sacred battle ended, an old marquis relied on his power and connections to try to control this royal army.
But his ending was very miserable. Not only was he burned alive, but his family and all his servants were also beheaded. His body even hung outside the city for nearly two months, until it was eaten away by wild beasts.
Fernando's figure was obscured by the mist. At this time, he took off the royal robe he usually wore and put on an ordinary leather armor.
Anthony and Yuri followed at a distance, their faces serious, no longer playful and smiling. This is the majesty of being a legion commander, and it is what an imperial commander should look like.
The war horn made a melodious and low buzz, but the adjutants who received the news in advance only saw their two legion commanders. As for the man, it seemed that he did not come.
"I have met Lord Anthony and Lord Yuri, may I ask..." An adjutant standing at the front bowed and saluted, and then asked in a low voice.
"Is this something you should ask about? Do what you should do!" Anthony glared with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.
"Now that everyone is here, let's go to the sand table first. Today we have five hundred people, while the enemy has two thousand!" Yuri said coldly, and then took the lead in getting into the military tent.
After hearing the words, everyone bowed again, but everyone had a wry smile on their face. Five hundred versus two thousand, perhaps only the gods coming to the world can win.
The words were divided, and at this time, King Fernando of August quietly came to a camp on the edge. It belonged to the Douqi Legion and was also a veteran's place known as the "cannon fodder camp".
"Sir...Sir, what should I do next?" the team leader asked with a cold sweat on his face, because he knew the other party's identity and his schedule today.
"Go and do your work. If anyone asks about me, just say I'm new here." Fernando waved his hand, not wanting to embarrass this honest man any more.
At this time, the morning fog gradually dissipated, and the entire legion officially ushered in a new day. The night watchmen who changed shifts yawned, and after eating some food, they fell back and snored.
As for the veterans who had just woken up, they all put on their leather armors, greeted each other, and had breakfast.
"I said, it will be a dark and rainy night tomorrow, won't King Ogu come to inspect the legion this year? Have you forgotten?" said a middle-aged soldier in his forties.
"I don't know! Whether love is here or not, you don't want to make a report." The companion next to him took the dinner plate and replied with an indifferent expression.
"Haha, I hope he never comes, so that I don't have to bend down and salute. We are not nobles." The person who spoke before spoke again.
For a time, more than 20 people in this military camp gathered together, and they kept arguing with each other. But in the end, it was King Fernando of Augusta who was always scolded.
The sky is covered with clouds, and the dark rainy night is coming. It has long been a habit for King Ogu to inspect the Imperial Legion, and this time is right after the New Year and before the dark rainy night.
At this time, Fernando was indeed sitting in the Imperial Legion. However, this year he did not choose to appear as King Ogu, but became a newcomer in the "cannon fodder camp".
"Who are you, kid? The new unlucky guy?" A gray-haired veteran sat next to Fernando and handed him a piece of bread.
"Yes, there are too many children at home, so there's nothing we can do about it," Fernando replied with a smile.
"Are you lucky or unlucky?" the veteran said again while eating food.
The conversation between the two lasted for more than half an hour, and then the veteran got up and left because he would have to do daily exercises later. But Fernando was still sitting on the wooden pier, his face looking extremely ugly.
"Attack! Defend! Formation! Disperse!" The squad leader kept issuing commands one after another, while the soldiers were in uniform without any hindrance.
But everyone was very confused, wondering what was going on today, and why the usually cheerful captain suddenly became serious.
But from the corner of his eyes, the squad leader often glanced at the end of the queue intentionally or unintentionally. Because there was an extra person there today, a man named King Ogu.
But after more than ten minutes, the team leader gradually changed from fear and uneasiness to surprise and admiration. Fernando was seen holding an iron sword at this time, and his movements were clean and neat, not inferior to others. p>
And during the whole day of training, the Ogu King did not complain at all, let alone reveal his true identity.
The setting sun sank into the horizon, the clouds in the sky became thicker, and there was even a faint sound of thunder. At this time, bonfires were raised in the "cannon fodder camp", and Fernando and the previous veteran sat in the corner again.
"How are you? Are you tired?" The veteran handed the other party a skin bag, which contained the worst quality ale.
"I can still stand it, but I heard that the treatment of the Imperial Legion is very good. Why is the food here so poor?" Fernando asked.
"Because we are all cannon fodder here. Although it is usually easy, once a war breaks out, we will be the first to die." The veteran sighed and replied calmly.
"Is this Anthony's order or who's intention?" Fernando asked again.
"How did I know? Most of the people here are veterans who have participated in the Holy War. It is probably because we are in poor health that we are like this."
As soon as the veteran blurted out these words, Fernando's expression changed drastically. As for the clay bowl in his hand, it instantly shattered into pieces.
Blood gushed out and dripped onto the red coals. White ashes were everywhere, and some people walked out of the shadows.
"Give me an explanation, otherwise I won't leave." Fernando did not look back, but the veteran's face was pale and his body was shaking.
"You have to ask our Finance Minister about this matter. I can't do anything without money." Anthony replied tit for tat without any explanation.
"According to my royal decree, any soldier who is fifty years old will receive a hundred gold coins, which he can take or leave as he pleases." Fernando drank the ale in his bag in one gulp and said coldly.
That night, the "Cannon Fodder Battalion" announced its disbandment. Anthony and Yuri returned to their posts again, while Fernando chose to stay.
"Aren't you leaving? After experiencing the holy battle, I can't think of any reason for you to stay in the Imperial Legion." Fernando sat on the ground and looked at the veteran with a smile.
"My wife and children are already dead. Since I can stay, I hope I can die on the battlefield." The veteran looked at Fernando with admiration in his eyes.