The Sun King's Evidence

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In spring, April, in the town of Jean at night, a young man was carrying a piece of pork, a bottle of wine, and knocking on a wooden door: "Mom, I'm back."

"Leymon, are you back?" The old mother, wearing animal skin clothes, opened the door.

This is a huge wooden building, which is divided into many small rooms. The escaped slaves were arranged in this big house. When they had no place to live, they could live in this huge wooden building. Just pay a small rent to the count.

The escaped slaves did not regard this place as home. They preferred to build a house in the village or even buy a house in the town.

"Mom, I'm back." In spring, the night was as cold as water, and a gust of cold wind blew into the house. Raymond appeared with a tired face. The young man looked very tired, but he was in good spirits: "I'm exhausted."

"Brother~brother~" Thomas, the younger brother, ran out of the room. The boy was still very thin, but his face looked much better. The child was drooling and he saw the piece of pork in Raymond's hand.

"Oh, Raymond! Why did you buy so much meat?" The old mother immediately complained: "It's hard for us to gain a foothold here. You only earn ten copper coins a day. Isn't it good to save it?"

Raymond walked into the room with a smile. The room had a very clean wooden floor. The fire was lit in the middle of the room. The room maintained a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"It's not much, one pound of pork is almost forty copper coins, mom." Raymond handed the pork to the old mother's hands, and the young serf said with a smile: "I have been working here for more than a month. I think we It’s time to eat some meat.”

"Oh, if your father knew you were spending money like this, he would definitely hang you up and beat you up!" the old mother said with some fear, as if she was very frightened that her son bought a pound of pork.

Soon, the aroma of pork stew wafted through the room. The old mother cut the pork into small pieces with a knife, added some salt, and put it into the stew that was being cooked. The aroma of pork wafted through the room. This piece of pork cost Raymond four days' wages, but this was already a miracle for the serfs.

This incident is not uncommon in the Earl of Glamorgan. After five years of development, the serfs can occasionally eat meat, and the free people's tables have become even richer.

"The cheapest meat on the market is rabbit meat and some bird meat, and the cheapest is only twenty copper coins per pound." Raymond put down his tools and sat on the wooden chair at home.

Raymond was recruited to work in the dwarf carpentry workshop in the prison. He worked ten hours a day, and his daily salary was twelve copper coins, which was settled on Monday. Except for Sundays, he could rest for one or two days every ten days. No rest.

Raymond just chose not to rest, or for him, he didn’t know what to do with rest.

Rabbit meat and bird meat were no stranger to serfs, because they could often eat only the meat of these creatures. Rabbits and birds were a great threat to food crops, so the lord allowed the serfs to capture and eat these by themselves. meat.

The old mother took over some sewing work in the city, and she could earn thirty or forty copper coins a week. The family's life was much better. They were now full of hope for life. Raymond was thinking about making more money. Find a way to build a house and get rid of your current status of being dependent on others.

Quietly in the house, the family shared bowls of black bread and pork stew, enjoying themselves happily. Thomas drooled: "Mom, I want to eat meat~"

"Okay, okay~" The old mother lovingly made a bowl of broth with a big wooden spoon, then picked out a large piece of fat and put it in Thomas' bowl.

Poor people like to eat fat meat.

The child was very ignorant about many things. He chewed the fatty pork in small bites and narrowed his eyes with joy. Raymond ate the broth and the black bread soaked in the broth, and then tasted A cup of barley wine. This cup of barley wine was bought by Raymond from the tavern in the town. It only cost a few copper coins.

The empire is best at brewing dark beer and various malt liquors. The ale and beer of the empire are famous all over the world and are widely drank by people in the old world. However, except for the wines from the Ivey province, most of the other wines are sour, astringent, and difficult to drink. Swallow down.

"This wine of yours must be made by people from the Empire."

- a Breton joke, alluding to the fact that the wine is disgusting and difficult to swallow.

Brittany is best at brewing all kinds of wines, especially the wines of Wyndford and Bordeaux, which are famous all over the world and are an indispensable and important part of the tables of the nobles. The ale and beer produced are very spicy and bitter. And it has a sour smell.

"Now I know it must be ale from Brittany."

——An imperial joke, referring to the fact that this kind of ale is so unpalatable that it cannot be tasted.

Barley wine is foamy. It is the cheapest wine and always has a strong smell of sawdust and barley residue. It is the only wine that serfs can drink regularly. The biggest hobby of many serfs is to give food to their lords. After doing odd jobs, she went to the tavern to drink a glass of barley wine. The old mother looked at Raymond drinking barley wine with a frown on his face and sighed: "Raymon, I feel like I am dreaming. I hope this dream lasts forever." Don’t wake up.”

"Mom." While drinking the broth, Raymond also had tears in his eyes. He said softly: "The Earl is different from other lords. He knows how to understand the hard work of the serfs. We will live a good life and choose to be runaway slaves." We really came at the right time, the sergeants are still issuing orders today, they said that the earl has negotiated with His Majesty the King, and as long as we work hard, we can really stay here!"

"That's really great!" The old mother couldn't help wiping her tears: "If your father is still alive, he will be very happy."

"Mother..." Raymond put down the bowl and wiped his tears vigorously: "Mother, as a new recruit, I participated in the recruit training today. His Excellency the Earl said that he would recruit a halberd battalion of 400 people. This halberd battalion faces I also want to try to recruit all the people in the entire territory. The dwarf master Mr. Delong said that this army will be equipped with a full set of dwarf breastplates and halberds. It is said that they can eat meat once every three days!"

"Ah?! Is there...such a good thing?" The old mother was obviously frightened: "Then you become a soldier of the count?"

"That's not the case yet. First, everyone will take turns to train. The knights and sergeants will select suitable ones among us... Mom, it's a little late for me to be a carpenter at my age. I'm already seventeen and almost eighteen. It will be difficult to make progress in the future. I...I want to send Thomas to be an apprentice to the dwarf master, and I want to join the army!" Raymond hesitated and told his old mother his plan.

"Hmm~~~"

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"I need to recruit a group of halberdiers from serfs and free people. The initial number is between three hundred and five hundred. These people will train three days a week and leave three days for them to farm or rest. They will worship on Sundays and usually Half pay, full pay in wartime, meat once a week and beer rations.”

At the same time, in the conference room of the Earl's castle, Ryan was also discussing with his courtiers and knights about forming a halberd regiment. His courtiers and knights gathered around the long table and discussed with the Earl how to create a new army. .

"A maximum of three hundred and fifty people, my Earl." Gasparton, the tax officer, said quickly. The courtier in charge of taxation quickly said to Ryan: "No more, the finances cannot support it."

"Then three hundred people." Ryan nodded: "The serf levy has proven to be embarrassing and useless. For the knights, it is just a charge. We need such an army."

Holy Grail Knight Armand nodded, the Sword of Aquitaine shining on his waist. The Earl's flag officer was thinking, and Armand was thinking about the pros and cons of Ryan's idea.

Since arriving in Ryan's territory, what Armand saw and heard made him feel that the atmosphere was completely new. There was a kind of vitality here, a kind of vitality that the Knight Kingdom had not seen for a long time.

This stagnant water was injected with life by Ryan. The servants of Chaos were slaughtered in the forest. Those long-dead settlements were re-established. Large areas of farmland were reclaimed. The serfs became more active and the knights were intoxicated. Earl Lane was unable to extricate himself from his great achievements and imitated Lane's every move.

"My Earl, there is no problem in training a 300-man Halberd Regiment, but with this money, how about we recruit more knights?" Olivier, the knight of the kingdom, said: "Knights are the foundation of war."

"That's right! Knights are the foundation of war."

"My Earl, it is difficult for the infantry to solve the problem."

"Earl, there are currently more than thirty vacancies for the knights errant in the territory!"

The knights attending the meeting all said that they preferred to form and recruit more knight troops than to establish halberd infantry battalions.

"Knights are the most important combat force in the war, but they are not everything, gentlemen." Ryan said with a smile: "When the knights charge on the battlefield, we need the army to cover our artillery and crossbowmen, so my opinion , it is imperative to form such a halberd army." Ryan said calmly.

Yes, in fact, whether it is the Empire or Britannia, it is the knights' group charge that ultimately determines victory, but the cavalry is dynamic, and it needs excellent infantry regiments to withstand the enemy's charge, so that it can guarantee itself The ranged troops have enough room for output.

"What the count means...is this a request from the dwarves?" The knights seemed to have misunderstood something, and Kingdom Knight Hex asked first.

This knight from Le-Angoulan has entered his thirties this year. His momentum has become more and more calm, and many armies in the count are trained by him.

Hux's heart supports Lane's formation of the Halberd Battalion.

As the Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan can create three baronies under his men, but he has not created any yet, which means that he still owns all the territories directly under his own.

Everyone is keen on these three baronet titles, including Hux. He has always believed that if his family wants to revive, it must regain a title.

But he couldn't bring it up directly. Firstly, it was not in the interests of the knight class. Secondly, Ryan's attitude was also crucial.

A baron is a military aristocrat. If you want to become a baron, your bloodline is second. The first requirement is to be good at fighting and be brave.

So the question is, is there anyone in the territory who can fight better than Ryan? Even Ryan's brother Angron is still just a knight of the kingdom. What courage do these knights of the kingdom have to ask for the title of baron?

Hux thought for a moment and knew he needed to find an entry point.

That's the dwarves.

When Hux said this, everyone was thoughtful. The addition and appearance of the dwarves brought immediate changes to the equipment and weapons of the knights. The dwarves' exquisite plate armor and various sophisticated weapons were produced quickly, well, and with high quality. It is cheap and deeply loved by knights.

"If you say so, we really have to send manpower to protect our dwarf friends and their artillery." Lops said first. The knight from the Kingdom of Nord first agreed with Ryan's proposal: "I think it is feasible."

"I also think it's feasible." Hux continued, and the kingdom knight nodded: "I can train these soldiers, just lower them according to the standards of the retinue."

"Okay." Olivier didn't insist anymore after hearing that this troop was used to protect the dwarves.

Ryan was a little surprised by the knights' focus, but since everyone agreed, his goal was achieved. The Earl turned to his butler Katzenberg and said: "Then... let's implement it according to these conditions. Well, the new army will keep up with nutrition and be well-trained. Our dwarf friends will equip them with halberds or swords and shields, and wear iron breastplates and helmets."

"Understood, my Earl." Katzenberg bent down and the tall butler nodded.

"As for training, leave it to my brother and Hux." Ryan said to Angron and Hux again.

Angron and Hux both nodded. Training must be Hux's specialty. As for Angron, he can provide guidance. In fact, Angron has participated in the training of the knights errant for some time.

The meeting is still going on. This is a semi-professional army, which is completely different from the previous infantry regiment. Everyone is still negotiating specific arrangements. For the knights of Britannia, this is the first time. This happened once.

"By the way, my Earl, the fifty military horses you purchased earlier have arrived. We can select some of the sergeants to become rangers." Katzenberg continued.

"Very good." Ryan nodded and was about to say something more when the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

Lucien, the knight-errant from Winford, rushed in from the door: "Count, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" Ryan raised his head.

"A big thing happened in the north. The serfs who had suppressed the riot before in Lyonnais gathered together. They launched a rebellion, killed the owner of Balimont Castle, and openly declared independence! They also issued the slogan, Who cultivates the land? Whoever gets the harvest belongs to him!”

"What?!"

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