Training the personal guards is Robb's top priority now. Even though the number of the upcoming team is only three hundred, they are all armored cavalry carefully selected from various families.
As long as the cavalry can exert momentum and break the opponent's mentality with a single charge, these three hundred people can chase and kill tens of thousands of ordinary infantry.
Armored cavalry is the most unsolvable killing weapon in this era.
"I don't want anyone who is taller than a horse's neck, I don't want anyone who can't lift the stone, I don't want anyone who can't ride a horse around the Carlin Bay, I don't want anyone who is too old, I don't want anyone who is opportunistic..."
Because in the process of moving forward, nobles along the way joined one after another. Robb's army increased from 15,000 at the time of departure to 18,000. The number of cavalry was about 3,000. There was still a lot of room to choose one of the ten, so the conditions are also very high.
However, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers in the north was generally higher than that of other places. Even though Robb's requirements were so stringent, 294 cavalrymen met the requirements and were successfully selected.
The Great Jon's son, Little Jon, including two sons from the Karstark family and one son from the Severn family, were also selected.
There is nothing shady here. Robb strictly follows the requirements for the selection of all personal guards. However, the children of nobles are born to eat well and drink well, and their bodies are naturally much stronger than those of ordinary peasants. In addition, most of their fathers have participated in wars. The mad king's crusade will start training his heirs from an early age.
These requests from Robb were normal to them, so they could easily pass them.
On the training ground, 294 cavalrymen stood neatly in a square formation. Most of them were strong young men in their twenties and thirties. They held a long spear in their hands. The tip of the spear faintly exuded a cold glow under the sunlight, the armor on their bodies may be old or new, but all of it is strong.
The thing that most distinguishes them from ordinary peasant craftsmen is their firm and sharp eyes. Those eyes are full of loyalty, glory, greed, and ruthlessness. This is a team with great combat effectiveness.
Robb wore brown leather armor and rode a horse to patrol in front of the team. He nodded with satisfaction. This is the team he needs, but they are still missing something, and what he has to do is to add this to the team.
"Back then, Aegon, the ancestor of the Targaryen family, rode three dragons and came to Westeros from another continent, sweeping across other countries on the continent and finally completing the unification. In this process, six of the original Seven Kingdoms. The kingdom must either surrender or be roasted by the dragon."
Robb paused as he talked about the history of Westeros: "However, only the southernmost Kingdom of Dorne, their lords, and their people are in front of them. When facing a powerful enemy, they did not act recklessly, let alone surrender. When the dragon arrived, they hid underground. When the dragon left, they took up arms and fought under the leadership of the lord."
"In the end, they were the only ones who were not conquered by the Gillian family! Instead, they merged into the kingdom through marriage and became a dukedom in a relatively equal way."
"They are a group of warriors, not because of anything else, but because they have the courage to show their swords when facing powerful enemies. And absolute trust in the lord!"
"I hope that you can also become such warriors. As my personal guard, you must have courage beyond ordinary people and complete trust in me. If you can do it, I, the North Territory, My son, Robb Stark, hereby swears that I will never betray your loyalty, and you will receive the rewards you deserve."
At this time, Theon, the brother assigned by Robb to the Guards, shouted loudly: "For the North, be loyal!"
Under the guidance of this trust, the other members of the Guards were also infected by this atmosphere and began to shout for loyalty. They were a little scattered at first, but then gradually integrated into one, forming a unified force with unique momentum.
"Loyalty!"
Their shouts.
Of course, this was just a temporary atmosphere contagion, and everyone was a little jealous for a while. If most people here were to show their loyalty, the dogs on the roadside would stick up their butts and poop to express their disapproval.
Robb waved his hand and motioned for his men to bring out a bag.
Listening to the sound of metal clashing inside, some knights who lived in relatively poor conditions suddenly widened their eyes. They would definitely not hear this sound wrong!
Golden dragons!
A big bag of golden dragons!
Robb stretched out his hand and grabbed it casually inside the bag. He caught more than a dozen golden dragons in his hand, and many more golden dragons fell back into the bag along the gaps between Robb's fingers, making the most pleasant sound in the world.
Gulu.
Many of the cavalrymen swallowed their saliva. The handful Robb grabbed was enough for a soldier to buy a good horse, ask a blacksmith to make the best armor, find the most expensive girl, and spend the rest of his life eating and drinking without worries!
It is true that wealth and silk touch people's hearts.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Robb smiled and said, "Yes, it's just what you think. The money in this bag is all yours."
The soldiers in the audience stopped breathing and their hearts beat faster. This Lord is not too generous. How long will this amount of money be spent?
"But," Robb let go of his hand and threw all the golden dragons in his hand back into the bag: "If you want to get this money, you have to pay a price. As I just said, you have to trust me. In the next recruits' training, you must obey completely."
"Sir, do you mean that for this small amount of money, we will sell our lives to you?" A knight said boldly.
"Of course not," Robb shook his head, "This money is your reward. If you take a golden dragon from me, you will have to work for me for a month. During this month, my military orders are everything. If you violate the regulations, I will chop off your heads. Of course, after this month is over, if you still want to get the golden dragon, you can stay. If you want to leave, I will not stop you."
"What I said is very clear. If you don't want to and want to leave now, there is a silver deer in the other bag. You can just take one and leave."
Hearing what Robb said, many of the cavalrymen felt a little relieved. Anyone who betrayed Master Robb would be given a silver deer. Would you still be wronged if you followed him?
When Robb was still in Winterfell, he formulated a series of military laws and set up a military law team to supervise their implementation. Meggie and Robb chopped off the heads of many people in accordance with the law, but everyone was convinced because Robb and his military law team always adhere to four words: selflessness.
Everyone sees what the lord does, and everyone has a public opinion in their hearts about what kind of lord Robb is.
They believed that Robb was a man worth following.
Some other wandering knights actually don't care about Robb's character. They only care about money. They come to fight for money. Now, the golden dragon has been obtained before the war starts. This lord is very generous.
The other noble children didn't care about money or whether Robb was fair. What they needed was Robb's friendship, and no one even thought about quitting.
In the end, only four people who were worried walked away dejectedly with the silver deer in the eyes of everyone, while the other 290 people chose to stay with Robb.
Robb looked at these people with some emotion in his heart, so he grabbed a handful of golden dragons from the bag and threw them into the sky, letting golden rain fall on each soldier.
"From today on, you will be called the Wolf Cavalry."