Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 65 Border Guard

The next morning.

As the sun rises in the distance, casting its glow, soldiers in the town gather in an orderly fashion towards the entrance.

At the gate of River Mouth Town, Rod waited on his snow steed.

Beside him was a white bread clad in white steel wolf armor.

The modified wolf rider armor has a slightly different appearance.

The back, originally designed for riding, has been made smoother to facilitate power generation.

Wolf riders did not wear plate armor, but rather armor plates were riveted together to leather fabric to ensure sufficient flexibility.

It has a streamlined shape and fits the white bread body, with only its head and limbs showing.

The armor gleamed, exuding an imposing and majestic aura.

Coupled with the powerful physique of the demon wolf, it should have given people a strong sensory impact.

It's a pity.

Rod tossed the white bread aside.

"Awoo~" White Bread seemed to have found a fun toy, and after putting on the wolf rider armor, it kept rolling around in the snow.

The dog's tongue lolled out as it chased its tail, running in circles in place.

The snowflakes were kicked up and flew everywhere.

Every now and then, it would extend the ice blades from its wolf claws and polish them against the white steel armor plates.

Rhodes felt somewhat relieved to see that it was only polishing and not foolishly scratching the armor plates with its ice blades.

This stupid dog may be a bit dumb, but when it comes to fighting, at least he should actually go for it.

For this reason, Rod could accept the other minor issues.

A short while later, the summoned soldiers assembled behind him.

It included twelve Royal Guard cavalrymen, two hundred Iron Wall Battalion shield and spearmen, and one hundred Divine Arrow Battalion crossbowmen.

Noah and Holmes stood on either side, fully armed and awaiting orders.

Regarding the pacification of Mole Town, Rhodes chose to leave Loren and most of the Archer Battalion soldiers behind to be responsible for the security of the territory.

After a long period of contact, Rhodes no longer had much doubt about Loren's loyalty.

Choosing to leave him to guard the house this time is a way of expressing trust.

Rhodes turned his gaze to the soldiers behind him.

These soldiers in front of me have already experienced real combat and survived the two battles against the wolf chieftain.

The trials of the battlefield shed their naivety as new recruits.

After more than a month of nutritional supplementation and rigorous training.

Compared to the beginning, there have been significant changes in both physical fitness and mental state.

Unlike the numbness and sluggishness during the serf-soldier period.

Upon receiving the order, they were able to quickly assemble and form a neat square formation.

Besides their well-trained movements, most importantly, their eyes shone with a burning desire and excitement.

Soldiers no longer fear war; instead, they look forward to it!

Because they witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.

Those fellow serfs, through their military achievements, lived a life that others envied and longed for.

Death is no longer something to fear; now, it's my turn!

Seeing the troops assembled, their morale soared.

Rhodes then stopped wasting time issuing pre-war declarations.

He drew his sword, Iceblade, pointed it in the direction of Mole Town, and decisively gave the order:

"All troops, march!"

Mole Town is 50 kilometers away from River Mouth Town.

At the normal marching speed of that era, it would take about four to five days to travel.

As agreed in the letter, Rhodes needed to arrive at the agreed location within four days.

They rendezvoused with the border guards of Viscount Marcia.

But in his high spirits, he realized he was going a little too fast.

Many soldiers, as they walked, wished they could just start running on the spot!

At this rate, the soldiers will probably reach their destination in less than two days.

In order to maintain sufficient combat power, Rhodes had to deliberately slow down and allow more rest time.

Even so, they arrived at their destination three days ahead of schedule.

Rodlema stopped at the meeting point five kilometers away from Mole Town.

This is an abandoned caravan camp.

Extinct fires, collapsed wooden poles, and tattered tents weighed down by mud and gravel were everywhere.

A wooden fence has been erected around it.

Rod poked the fence with his sword sheath, and the dilapidated fence collapsed instantly, raising a cloud of dust.

"Rest on the spot."

Rod waved his hand through the air in front of him and shook his head, telling the soldiers to rest and recuperate.

At the same time, they use ravens to observe the surrounding situation.

This abandoned campsite is located in the shadows below the hillside.

Although the environment was terrible, it was quite secluded.

About half a day later, from the raven's perspective, a troop was approaching from the other side.

Rhodes came to the front of the camp to greet him.

The arriving force was one of the border guards from Hanshui County, numbering around five hundred.

This included the five leading Snowfield Horsemen and fifty armored cavalrymen.

Behind him were more than four hundred accompanying infantrymen, armed with swords and shields, wearing chainmail and white robes.

The army marched in orderly formations and with synchronized steps.

Not only were they well-equipped, but their soldiers were also strong and well-manned.

"This is what a regular army should look like."

As he watched the border guards approach, Rhodes could feel the solemnity unique to the military.

In comparison, the allied forces he belonged to were simply not up to par; they were not even in the same league.

If the two sides were to fight, even if the alliance had a numerical advantage, it would probably be broken up in one round.

But Rhodes also knew that this did not mean the kingdom's army was weaker than the duchy's.

The comparison between the two is actually unfair.

The Border Guard is an elite force of the Northern Frost Duchy, responsible for maintaining border security and constantly fighting against barbarians. It is the cream of the crop of the regular army.

Most of them were controlled by the powerful nobles of the duchy.

But what about these pioneering knights?

It was just a group of second sons, third sons, or even illegitimate children from a family.

The situation is special except for the twelve seats in the Round Table Parliament, which have political missions.

The other knights' ranks were mostly composed of mercenaries and conscripted serfs, with virtually no regular soldiers.

To put it bluntly, they were just disposable items that the kingdom's high-ranking nobles casually tossed into the northern border as a way to test the waters.

It would be best to have some gains, but even if they all died, the nobles behind them wouldn't feel much pain.

The family only needs one eldest son to inherit the family; everyone else is a tool that can be used!

The brutal laws of kingdom succession are precisely the reason these pioneering knights risk their lives in the North.

Their sole purpose was to return home with honors and military achievements, and then be granted a title and establish themselves independently.

Rhodes had a slightly different idea; he wanted to carve out a territory in the North and become king!

This path will only become more difficult.

The unique characteristics of one's own territory could no longer be concealed with the development of commerce and trade.

I am still weak, so others won't care too much about me.

But what about the future?

Therefore, he had to wait until the kingdom's noble army officially arrived.

During this lull when the kingdom and duchy are locked in conflict and have no time to focus on his territory, he should strive to become as strong as possible.

Only by possessing military power that commands respect from all sides will they show equal respect.

Otherwise, if the Grand Duke of Northern Frost saw through his ambition and discovered that he might actually have the ability, he would be in trouble.

Rhodes had no doubt that the duchy's border guards would ruthlessly storm into his territory.

Remove all living things from inside.

At that point, blood ties will be irrelevant.

How can one allow another to sleep soundly beside one's bed? No hegemon will allow a threat to appear by his side.

(End of this chapter)