The army of two thousand men sang war songs, like a giant anaconda returning to its lair.
When two thousand men simultaneously marched and sang the same song, even if their equipment was a bit inferior, that momentum was enough to make people take notice.
Two thousand tribal warriors, led by Jon, walked towards his camp.
"Oh my, this, is this really an army of wildlings?"
"Look at what they're wearing! If not wildlings, what else could they be?"
"I'm not talking about their equipment, but their demeanor, their aura, do you understand?"
"Their momentum is indeed good, but I wonder about their combat effectiveness."
Soldiers and nobles pointed and discussed animatedly.
At this moment, Meiqisaiwen and Harrion also arrived at Jon's camp.
"Jon really pulled an army out of those wildlings? It looks quite good!" Before Jon left, Lord Cerwyn had thought he was wasting his time.
But now the facts were before his eyes, and Jon had once again exceeded his expectations.
"It seems Jon is not only skilled in warfare but also very talented at persuading others."
Harrion also sighed in admiration.
This army, high-spirited and unified in demeanor, was at least superior to the wildling soldiers in the Lannister army.
Jon seemed to have united them in a short time.
Such an army was at least capable of going to war.
And capable of winning!
Both of them were somewhat eager to meet Jon and wanted to know how he did it.
These days, many in the Northern Army had already begun to imitate Jon's training methods.
Unfortunately, the results were not very good.
They still wanted to ask Jon for advice.
On the other side, Lyman Darry, hearing that Jon had returned, insisted on going to Jon's camp to see him.
Martin and Mond tried to coax and persuade him, but to no avail.
Martin and Mond actually didn't have a good impression of Jon, who had stopped Robb from becoming king.
But they couldn't argue with Lyman; after all, Lyman was now the Earl of House Darry.
So the three of them came to Jon's camp.
"Wow, are these the wildling army? I think they're pretty good!" Lyman said excitedly.
As for the brothers Martin and Raymond, although they were unwilling to admit it verbally, they had already agreed with Lyman's words in their hearts.
Jon indeed had a knack for raising an army and training soldiers.
And at least from things like war songs, it was clear he had a lot of ideas.
At this time, because of the two thousand men Jon brought back, his camp seemed a bit crowded.
However, it was fortunate that arrangements and preparations had been made in advance.
Accommodating these two thousand people was not a problem.
They also needed to be fed.
Although Jon was their commander, he had to manage their eating, drinking, and sleeping.
After several hours of busying himself, the sky had already darkened.
At this moment, Sola brought Jon a basin of clear water, but Jon waved his hand and said:
"I've already washed my face."
"No, Jon, we've traveled such a long way, you can wash your feet."
"No need. We are in the army now; I must be like everyone else."
Jon's attitude surprised Sola. She had been instructed by her father, Vidor, to take good care of Jon.
Because he would be their future liege lord.
"Where's Harken? I have some things to announce later."
However, as soon as Jon mentioned Harken, Sola pouted and said:
"Harken went to find those women."
"Those... Oh~"
Jon suddenly remembered that there were camp followers in the army.
Jon was in charge of military discipline, so it was naturally impossible for them to abduct women from the Riverlands.
These women were all there to earn money.
Of course, some women were truly desperate and hoped to exchange their bodies for food.
Jon had initially intended to completely ban them, but the tradition of camp followers was already deeply ingrained.
He couldn't use his precious prestige on this matter.
He could only restrain his subordinates.
Furthermore, to some extent, it did provide a way out for some unfortunate people, so he turned a blind eye.
He could only wait until he formed a 'new type of army' in the future to ban such things.
In fact, not only prostitutes, but also some traveling merchants and even small circuses would come to the military camp to try their luck.
Of course, the performers of these circuses had to be non-combatants, like dwarves.
Their areas of activity would also be strictly limited.
Jon chatted with Sola for a while longer, preparing to arrange for her to meet their Fire Witch.
At this moment, two familiar faces suddenly appeared outside: Meici Severn and Harrion.
As soon as they entered, they loudly praised:
"Hahaha, Jon, I didn't expect those wildlings you brought back to be quite something! Now the entire Northern Army knows about you all."
Hearing Harrion's words, Sola was a bit displeased.
Although because of her mother, she was unwilling to marry any man from the tribe.
But the tribe was where she grew up, and she couldn't accept others speaking ill of her compatriots.
Seeing this, Jon spoke:
"Sor, Sorl, go get some tea."
To conceal her identity as a woman, Sola used her brother's name.
She bowed and exited the tent, not forgetting to glare at Harrion before she left.
"Sorl? Did you bring him out of the tribe too?" Meiqisaiwen asked.
"Hmm." Jon nodded.
"He looks quite spirited, but his hips are a bit wide. If he were a woman, he'd surely bear many sons." Lord Cerwyn commented, looking at Sola's retreating figure.
Jon quickly stopped him and asked about the recent movements of Lannister.
"That old fellow Tywin knows he's doomed, so we've already recaptured most of the Riverlands during this time."
"Yes, his best option now is to quickly flee back to the Westerlands, but Robb and the Riverlands army are waiting for him there too."
Both of them spoke of Tywin with a relaxed tone.
Jon realized that the Northern Army's overconfidence was beginning to spread.
At this point, the two revealed their true purpose: to ask Jon to share his secret to training soldiers.
Jon did not refuse, stating that when he had free time, he would compile his insights into written documents and share them.
His generosity greatly surprised both Harrion and Lord Cerwyn.
It was well known that for a lord, the key to training soldiers was worth a fortune.
Yet Jon was willing to share it for free.
They were determined to be friends with such a person.
Only Jon knew that his training methods had high limitations for this era.
The Northern Army was almost an ad-hoc assembly.
And an army needed to be honed.
But using these training techniques to further win over the two of them was a very worthwhile thing for him.
Just as the three were chatting happily, Roose Bolton sent someone to find Jon, saying he wanted to discuss military matters with him.
"Jon, be careful, that old fellow looking for you certainly means no good!" Harrion warned.
Only Lord Cerwyn was a little displeased because he was older than Roose Bolton.
However, they had slowly gotten used to this conversational genius.