Black Iron Crown

Marching is a very painful thing, for all of us.

Leiner was riding on the back of a tall pack horse. Although it was not suitable for galloping freely, it was still very qualified as a marching horse. It was not as violent as a war horse, but very docile.

But even so, Reiner is not feeling well right now.

The long journey made his thighs burn. Although the pack horse walked smoothly, it still couldn't avoid bumps.

Sweat flowed down Lena's already drenched hair, he closed his eyes tightly, and wiped off the sweat that had flowed onto his eyelids, this stuff would be very sour when it got into his eyes, he had already suffered a lot .

This is pretty good for him, as the Earl of the Northern Territory, his treatment is much better than that of the low-level pens.

At this time, it has entered September, and the sun in the sky has completely let go of the last shackles, releasing its powerful light and heat.

The earth has been scorched and cracked by the hot sun, and heat waves appear in the air.

Reiner had no choice but to ask the soldiers to take off the heavy armor they wore outside, hoping to make them feel a little bit cooler.

The visor on the helmet has been dismantled by these soldiers, and the brim on the helmet to defend against the arrows falling from the sky has become a sharp weapon against the sun.

"Plop..."

A soldier gulped water into his mouth, but before he could swallow the water, he fell to the ground.

The water in his mouth dripped all over the ground, and the surrounding soldiers immediately rushed up to help the soldier up, and then carried him to a carriage with a roof.

This is a rare shady area in the entire marching team, but even so, it is still hot inside.

Reiner twisted his face and took a deep breath. He only felt that even the air he inhaled into his lungs was hot and stuffy, and a feeling of being overwhelmed and breathless spread all over his body all the time.

During the march for more than a month, more than 100 soldiers suffered from heat stroke. Although most of them suffered from mild heat stroke, two of them died.

The most severe symptoms of heatstroke were Rainer's army, followed by Earl Choral's army.

All of them came from the north, especially Leiner, who came from the cold northern border. The symptoms of the devil's curse, which the imperial people called summer, never happened in the northern border.

"It can't go on like this!" Earl Jollal found Reiner with a sad face. His lips were starting to dry out due to the climate. This was caused by a lot of dehydration. Even if he drank a lot of water, it was useless. is too fast.

He is completely convinced of Reiner now, and there is nothing wrong with the imperial capital. After all, it is not a particularly hot area, and there is no need for a long-distance march.

But when they got to the place near the south, the heatstroke was completely found.

Fortunately, Earl Choral followed Rainer's warning early on and stored a large amount of drinking water and other measures, which allowed his soldiers to avoid a lot of non-combat attrition.

"It can't be helped, only our soldiers are not used to the climate, other lords don't have many heat strokes!" Lena glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky,

Just like a light bulb with tens of thousands of watts placed in front of his eyes, Shan couldn't even open his eyes.

"Slow down the marching speed..." Reiner said, licking his sore lips.

"Do you want to slow down? Now we are the slowest one. If we slow down, we will definitely be left far behind!" Earl Jollal's eyes widened. The current marching speed is already very slow.

Being able to walk 17 or 18 kilometers a day is a high incense. If it were placed in the north, Leiner could lead the army to travel 40 kilometers a day.

"We have no choice. Soldiers from the north will be tortured into soft-legged shrimps by the heat when they come to the south! Continuous walking will bring huge heat and make them more prone to heat stroke. Let's reverse the time, rest during the day, and continue marching at night... ..."

Leiner couldn't bear the heat here. He estimated that the temperature here was about to reach 40 degrees, and it would be really dangerous to go on like this.

As a result, the lord who was walking in front pushed the troops of Rainer and Earl Jollal farther and farther, and even several lords sent people to question why they were marching so slowly.

Reiner, who was already irritable, was even more annoyed, and scolded the envoys sent by these lords back in a few words, which made Reiner's popularity even worse among the lords.

Of course, there are still some lords who are kind to him, especially some well-educated royal families.

On September 17th, the twenty-fifth year of the empire, the troops of Reiner and Earl Jollal, who were marching like turtles, finally arrived outside Castlen Castle, while the other lords had already arrived here for five days.

Although Castlenburg is still considered the central part, the climate here is almost the same as that in the south. Leiner can even see that the water vapor is quickly evaporated by the hot air, causing the air to begin to distort.

When those rebels discovered the imperial capital's army, they knew that their desire to break through Kasoren Castle in a short period of time had completely failed.

So they simply gave up their plans to attack the city. The rebel lords didn't think that the imperial capital sent so many troops here just to defend a castle.

Since the decisive battle will start sooner or later, there is no need for them to waste their troops on this castle.

After entering the castle in front of him, the cold and damp environment finally gave Reiner some comfort.

Although this still can't change the hot and dry weather, but after all, there is no need to stay in the sun to receive exposure.

Frant looked at the castle from a distance on his horse, and was speechless for a while.

Baron Lindauer frowned and looked at her, but he didn't dare to approach her at all. What the other party said before had completely cut off the possibility between the two.

But Frante didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

She sighed and returned to her tent.

Frante's heart was already full of worries. Ever since he killed the Grand Duke Mabula in a sneak attack last time and caused the opponent's army to be completely defeated, the rebel lords have fallen into a state of arrogance.

The road went smoothly without encountering any obstacles, and it was easy to advance to Kasorenburg. This is the last strong barrier in front of the imperial capital. Once this is broken through, the rest will be the royal territory. Several small forts defended.

Under such circumstances, the rebel lords inevitably had the desire to look down on the heroes of the world.

But Frante didn't think so. After several confrontations with the peaceful rebels, she clearly knew what kind of fighting power these soldiers and knights from the north possessed, which was not comparable to the weak and short soldiers in the south.

The current lords have begun to look down on each other, and Frant feels that such an idea is very dangerous. ...

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