"Let Angelus pick a good one for you." Winters took out his purse and threw it to the hunter, and looked at the ponytailer again: "Angerus, I will pick a horse for me. It doesn't need to be a war horse, but it must be hard-working, strong and able to walk on the wild."

The little horseman was stunned: "Do you want to add another horse? Isn't it good to be lucky?"

"I won't let the extra horse be too tired to ride." Winters replied casually, then he frowned again: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? You can do whatever you want you to do."

The little horseman was scolded and answered honestly: "Oh."

Winters was angry and wanted to laugh when he saw the little ponytail, "Why are you still standing there? Wait until I take you to look at the horse? When I come back, I will go to the gunsmith Samuel and get the gun I ordered back."

Bell quickly saluted and pulled his partner out of the team headquarters.

...

Everything seems to be on track.

After letting go of the gun more than a dozen times, the militia musketeers gradually began to adapt to the recoil, light and noise when firing, and the spearmen began to take uniform steps.

The war horses were taken from Langtun, Heishui and Saint-Cor to Shuangqiao Camp.

Gillard and Sergei came to Wolf Town, and brought a lot of food, drinks and family letters to the young men in Wolf Town, which made the militias in the other two towns crazy envy.

But there is no time left for cavalry training, so what should be come will always come.

Before he knew it, Winters had spent six months in the Kingdom of Racing Horses.

On January 12, 559, the Jieshika Brigade received the order to deport.

When Lieutenant Colonel Jeska read the order to the lieutenants, the three were not surprised, and Winters even felt the pleasure of "the boots finally landed."

He saluted and received the order.

At this moment, a convoy was ready to go in Shuangqiao Camp.

Based on the three hundred teams, the Legion allocated nearly 300 coachmen to the Jeska team.

This is a long-distance supply, and the militia needed to escort the baggage team across a "no man's land" of nearly 100 kilometers into the territory of Hed's tribes.

In addition to the militia and civilians, there were more than a dozen vendor carriages guarding the military camp, waiting to go west with the military baggage team.

Paratu's military principle is to give priority to local replenishment. If something must be transported from the rear to the front, it must be a resource that cannot be collected in the front.

"Is there nothing I want to ask?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked the lieutenants casually. He folded the order paper neatly and put it in his arms.

"If you don't mind, I do have a problem." Winters paused and asked, "Why are we?"
Chapter completed!