Throne of the North.

Chapter 85: The Battle of Lingdu County

On the third day after the rest, the 2,700 soldiers and 1,200 slaves gathered in the ancient territory of Flower of the North Wind, finally began to advance towards the Ice Peak Forest under the leadership of three nobles.

The three nobles, of course, managed their own armies, but Lian En instinctively wanted to get closer to Ryan, so he simply handed over the command of the army to Ryan.

"Baron Ryan, I just want to train a strong army for my father."

As Liam said this, he gradually got rid of the influence of Baron Hutton and realized that military strength was the most fundamental right of the nobility.

"Your idea is good, but do you know what kind of army is strong?"

Lian En thought for a moment, looked at the fully armed knights behind him, and said enviously:
"An army composed of extraordinary people, if all of them are knights, then they will definitely be invincible."

"No, a strong army should not only be about the strength of individual soldiers. That is not an army, that is a knightly order."

"Being good at fighting is the strongest foundation of an army."

"Do you know what a good fighter is?"

Ryan continued to ask.

"I do not know."

Lian En was very humble. He knew very well that such military knowledge was something that ordinary nobles could not possess. Listening carefully at this moment would accumulate foundation for the Hutton family.

Ryan raised his hand and pointed at the army behind him.

"Go tell your troops to form a row of ten people. If anyone walks too slowly and falls behind the last row, kill him. If anyone walks too fast and reaches the front row, kill him."

"If you can't manage your army, then leave my army and don't affect my soldiers."

Lian En left in confusion, and soon there were angry roars from behind. After some soldiers were killed, things soon became quiet again.

Just like that, two days later, when Ryan saw the Camelan River, he was completely shocked to see that his army of 400 people was so well-organized.

"Go and organize people to cut down trees and repair the bridge."

Because of the location of Barnes' territory, there was no bridge where they wanted to cross the river, so they had to build one. In fact, this is how many wars in this world make use of terrain.

Watching Harrington taking his men to the nearby woods, Ryan rode his warhorse to the territory of Baron Barnes' army.

"Ryan, can you sell me a set of your mithril armor?"

Barnes looked at the shiny mithril armor on Ryan with great envy. He was sure that except for the three earls, no one in the entire North Wind Province was as luxurious as Ryan.

"This is not for sale."

Ryan said with a smile, looking at Barnes who had not worn knight armor until now, knowing that even if he had it, he would probably just keep it for collection.

"Barnes, there is no etiquette for nobles on the battlefield. When do you think it would be best for us to set off?"

"How about crossing the river tomorrow morning?"

"After crossing the river, we are only half a day's journey away from the Ice Peak Forest. We may encounter the armies of the two viscounts at any time."

Ryan finished speaking, and then suggested:

"Why don't we wait for them to fight each other first, and then go there a day later? By then, most of them should be dead."

Barnes' eyes lit up.

"That's what I thought."

Ryan left with a smile, standing on the edge of the turbulent Carmelan River, gazing into the distance. He could vaguely see the only peak in the Ice Forest, the top of which was covered with snow. …

As early as a day ago, the noble army of Viscount Dragun and the army of Viscount Miles had arrived at the Ice Peak Forest. They occupied the east and west directions of the forest. After a day, as the nobles failed to reach an agreement, the soldiers under them also became tense.

Finally, at noon of that day, Viscount Dragun, wearing knight armor, and Viscount Miles, wearing wizard robes, appeared at the place where the magic crystal mine was discovered, in a 350-meter-long valley.

“Miles, you are old, and you still dare to come here. Don’t you even want to see this winter?”

Viscount Dragun, with a crazy look on his face, raised the knight's sword in his hand and pointed it at Viscount Miles who was a hundred meters away, and laughed wildly.

"Miles, if you leave now and give up Lingdu City, I can still guarantee that you can take your wealth with you. Otherwise, when I capture Lingdu City, you will no longer have any chance!"

On the opposite side, the white-haired Viscount Miles still had a delicate face, but everyone could see the deathly aura lingering on his face, and he might return to the arms of the Lord of Dawn at any time.

"Dragon, you are too impatient. You dare to come here directly without dealing with Barnes. Besides, Lingdu County is not the only one in Beifeng Province."

"So what? They don't dare to enter Lingdu County easily. As for Barnes..."

Dragun sneered.

"They are just a bunch of little kids. Their fathers don't dare to face my army. I can understand their youthful vigor, but I will tell them who will be the ruler of Lingdu County in the future."

"Father? Are you talking about the Baron of the Frozen Territory?"

Dragun's expression froze, then he snorted coldly and spoke.

"Miles, you are really old. My army will drive you back to your hometown today!"

After saying this, Viscount Dragun turned his horse around and returned to the other end of the valley.

The ancient horn sounded, the earth began to tremble, and while Viscount Dragun and a group of nobles were shouting for the glory of their family, their soldiers had already begun to charge forward.

Similarly, on the other side, Viscount Miles ordered his magicians to tear up the magic scrolls. The mighty power attached to the surrounding troops increased their attack speed.

"Soldiers, the glory of war is beckoning to you. Whether it is money or status, you will gain it in this war."

"Go, kill our enemies, and hang their heads high on your weapons. Your appearance will terrify everyone. Your names will be carved in this forest, and your blood will melt the eternal ice and snow here!"

Viscount Dragun's voice made the charging soldiers excited. They shouted and engaged in close combat with Viscount Miles' soldiers.

"Ready the cavalry!"

Looking at the chaotic battlefield ahead, Viscount Dragun looked at the nobles around him with sharp eyes.

"Don't be stingy with your knights and horses. We will all get more if we win this war."

"Don't worry, my Lord Viscount. Our cavalry is in your hands."

A noble nearby echoed this, and even rode forward on his warhorse to lead the cavalry charge.

He is Enzo Dragun, the son of Viscount Dragun, who defeated Miles' second son alone and became a nobleman with real power.

Behind him, nearly five hundred cavalrymen came up behind him.

"Enzo, my son, you will bring me victory."

Viscount Dragun placed his hand on Enzo's shoulder, and a blazing flame burst out from the baron's eyes.

"Father, this war will be as you wish."

(End of this chapter)