The Sun King's Evidence

Sure enough, it was not that Duke Hubald had never met Angron before. The Duke had met Angron once. With Angron's appearance and body shape, it was hard not to leave a deep impression on people.

Just as Angrain expected, seeing that "an acquaintance committed the crime", His Excellency the Duke was quite "magnanimous" and forgave the group of people for their "nosy" fault, and invited them to his castle, the famous Carcassonne Castle in the old world. Be a guest.

The Duke's understatement made the female Norscans quite dissatisfied. Ingrid shouted: "Damn it, if it weren't for me...I mean us, only their lady in the lake knows whether these villagers can hold out until these knights rush. Come!"

"Shut up! Ingrid, if you don't want to be locked up outside the castle overnight, just keep talking." Fulgan smiled brightly.

The female barbarian shut her mouth wisely. On the one hand, it was out of respect for the strong. On the other hand, she knew that her strength could be arrogant in front of the beastmen, but it was not enough to face hundreds of knights. .

But the barbarians are okay in this regard, that is, they will basically obey orders unconditionally when facing powerful men like Fulgrim who are overwhelmed by their strength.

It would be troublesome if you meet those who are particularly good at debating, such as the citizens of Estalia and Imperial Nuer. These people are also famous "arguers" among mortals. They like to shout "Freedom of Speech, Democracy" the most. , Equality" and other arguments, and is famous for refusing to admit defeat and fighting to the end, and many times he opposes just because he opposes.

Even if some diehards were punched to the ground, they would emphasize that the enemy's boxing posture was not good-looking and was indeed a headache.

Led by Duke Hubald, Fulgen led an army of more than 500 people towards Carcassonne Castle.

When the sun turned west, the combined army finally approached the Castle of Carcassonne.

As one of the most important strategic strongholds in southern Brittany, Carcassonne Castle not only has a long history, but also in the history of the ancient castle, there are many stories about the Holy Grail Knights and wars. From the appearance, this is a castle. A typical high elf-style castle with a cylindrical roof and a conical tower on the roof, which is particularly eye-catching.

Entering the castle, Fulgen visited Carcassonne with great interest. The most spectacular architectural landscape here is the inner and outer walls and towers that protect the castle. It has huge fortifications surrounding the castle, compact houses and Streets and the perfect Holy Grail Cathedral, the streets in the city are criss-crossed, and the houses are lined up row upon row. Enter the arched city gate, cross the moat through the wooden suspension bridge, and enter the city. The stone road is undulating and winding, only four or five meters wide, with low-rise buildings. The stone houses are built along the streets in an antique style. Only the strict atmosphere of a large number of patrolling troops ruins this beauty.

Hubbard, Duke of Carcassonne with a cold face, said a few words to his attendant, who immediately came to Fulgen and others: "Commander of the Ashes Legion, our Duke said that the Principality of Carcassonne is not a wealthy principality. , we thank you for lending a helping hand during the invasion of the beastmen, but we have nothing to thank you for. We can only provide food and accommodation, and ensure that the mutton is enough for you to enjoy, and there is nothing else."

"It doesn't matter, that's enough." Fulgan didn't care about this. As he said, fighting against evil is an obligation, not something worthy of credit. It's not bad to have two meals of mutton.

"The Duke also invites you to have dinner with him in the inner fort tonight." The servant continued: "The Duke wants to ask you about Tyrell's situation."

"All right."

…………I am the dividing line for dinner…………

The time has come for August.

Old World, Britannia, south of Lyonnaise, Old Duchy of Mousilon.

A small army was advancing across the plains.

This army was led by the old guard and sent by Ryan to support the old Mousilon nobles south of Lyonnaise and to quell the local serf rebellion.

Leonese's problems have been around for a long time. Ever since the bloody battle with Egil-Red Eye, the principality's situation has gone from bad to worse. Due to lack of food, the knights simply cannot solve the problem of the hungry serfs. They were able to defeat the serf rebels, but Naturally, it was impossible to appease the serfs and allow them to resume production.

What's even worse is that the old Mousilon nobles do not have enough troops in their hands. Although after the invasion of Egil, these old Mousilon nobles have already refused any orders from Aldreeld, Duke of Lyonnasay, but It is an indisputable fact that their military losses were too great. Seeing the rebellion gradually spreading to the whole territory, the nobles were left with only some castles and a few guarded manors. The nobles were very anxious, but there was nothing they could do about it. Of course, the knights could The wilds crushed these rebellious serfs, but this could not fundamentally solve the problem of rebellion.

As we all know, bandits will flee and avoid fighting. It is impossible for the knights to pursue them over long distances, because even if they catch up, the bandits have already retreated into the strongholds and castles to defend themselves. A strong attack will be difficult and the gain will not be worth the loss, and the knights’ food Also stretched thin.

But now, Duke Lane's support has arrived. A battalion of almost 400 old guards led two serf infantry regiments, and a group of dwarf artillery went to the south of Lyonnaise to support these old Mousilon nobles.

This is also the first battle of the new army formed by Ryan, the Old Guard.

The first rebel stronghold to be conquered is the Castle of Porsalle, located south of Lyonnaise. This is a small castle. The knights and nobles who originally occupied this place died in the battle against Egil, leaving a bunch of female dependents. The nearby The rebellious serfs occupied the castle and became kings of the mountain. They proclaimed themselves Baron of Porsalle and wanted to be recognized by the local nobles.

But what they were waiting for was the old guard and the commanding Baron Juan Carlos Sungazer of Biocari.

Under the engineering work of the dwarves, a pontoon bridge was quickly built, and the entire army crossed the small river near the castle at an extremely fast speed. When the army had arrived to the south of the castle, the rebellious serfs in the city were still attacking someone. Nothing was known except the arrival of the new army.

After completing the siege, Juan immediately ordered the Earls of Dulin and Larot in the north to launch a feint attack. Then, together with the commander of the old guard, Lord Winford "Green Arrow" Bertrand, he attacked from behind. The castle launched an attack.

At this time, the rebel serfs finally saw the power of Ryan's army.

The first was artillery bombardment. The dwarf cannons and dwarf organ cannons of the dwarf artillery came up and bombarded the castle indiscriminately. The low city walls had not received enough maintenance and repairs after they were occupied. How could they withstand the dwarf artillery? With the power, they collapsed one after another, and the houses in the castle were blasted to pieces. People screamed and horses neighed, bodies were broken and limbs were broken, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and fire was everywhere, creating a mess.

The rebellious serfs were already petrified before they even engaged in the battle. They cried, screamed, and fled back and forth, shouting that the divine punishment of the Lake Fairy had come. Their morale fell to the bottom. When wearing white military uniforms and silver busts, The old guards in plate armor, wearing red or blue epaulettes and tassels began to charge from the collapsed city wall. When they rushed into the castle shouting slogans, the rebellious serfs who had not yet engaged in the battle were already frightened. , they screamed: "The lady's punishment is coming! We have lost the lady's protection!"

The rebellious serfs were completely defeated, and not even a few of the rebellious serfs actually fought against the old guards.

Run away from the wind.

In fact, the rebel serfs knew that a support army was coming here to help suppress the rebellion, and they were ready to fight the legendary Duke Lane's army. However, in their impression, no matter how strong the enemy was, they were only at the level of a sergeant, and they were wearing That kind of simple leather armor with the coat of arms of the principality printed on it, with a breastplate at most, and using the same weapons as them.

They simply could not imagine that elite troops like the Old Guards, who wore half plate armor and held sophisticated weapons produced in the dwarf weapons workshop. They were strong, had firm eyes and were filled with murderous intent. They could actually be selected from serfs. of!

Seeing that the rebel serfs were gone, Count Dulin and Count Larot, who had originally just feigned an attack, saw that something was wrong, so they simply turned the feint into a real attack and seize the time to gain some military glory.

It only took three hours from the beginning to the end of the siege. The rebel stronghold that the local nobles had failed to capture after several years fell.

The army entered the castle, and both the knights and the old guards frowned at the scene in front of them.

Everywhere you look is filled with horrific images, with broken limbs and arms, piles of corpses, and feces all over the ground. The rebellious serfs who were able to escape had already fled during the confrontation, and the only ones left were the old, the weak, the sick, and those who couldn't run away. The old and weak were so hungry that their eye sockets were sunken, their expressions were withered, and they no longer had the strength to escape. Seeing the army coming in, many of the old and weak only wanted to die quickly and gave up even praying for life.

Both Count Dulin and Count Larot felt very sad about this. The two nobles felt that neither a heavy punishment nor a pardon was a good idea. They felt very embarrassed and could only temporarily imprison them and provide some black bread to the hungry people. The old and the weak satisfy their hunger.

This kind of poor food that has long been eliminated in Ryan's territory is simply a supreme delicacy in the eyes of these old and weak people. Some old people sat there and gnawed the bread desperately with water, making their teeth rattling.

As we ate, we shed tears. An old serf cried bitterly: "If we had known that there was black bread to eat, we would never have followed the rebellion!"

There were cries like this everywhere in the castle.

Night falls, not far away, at the old Guards camp.

Sir Bertrand was chewing raisins in his mouth. He wore a three-cornered hat and a neat Old Guards officer uniform. Not far away, the Old Guards lined up in a row, each holding a plate and neatly cooking. The class prepares food and prepares for dinner.

The large iron barrels were burning hot in the fire, and a large pot of stew exuded a strong aroma. The troops in the cooking squad took large iron spoons and mixed the large red sausages (imported from the Empire) with the aroma of the stew. The richly fragrant broth was poured into the bowls of the old guards.

Bread bags were opened one by one, and soft and delicious whole wheat bread was spread with butter and delivered to the hands of the old guards.

The food of this army was the envy of the old Musilon nobles.

"All the knights under our command can eat this." Count Dulin looked at the food of the old guard with helplessness on his face: "Ma'am, here you go, red sausage, stewed vegetable broth, whole wheat bread, and more There is butter! Is this the old Konoe?"

"It can only be said that the Southerners are really rich." Count Larot shook his head. He looked at his serf infantrymen who were still eating black bread with porridge. The porridge only contained some flour, some vegetables and carrots: "You Just look at this supply and you’ll know what the problem is.”

"Stop talking about southerners, Larot, don't forget." When Dulin heard the word southerners, he immediately felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and said quickly: "We are already loyal to the Duke."

"..." Larote realized that he was a little speechless. He nodded lightly, raised his hand to indicate that he was wrong and said no more.

"Furthermore, this is also an opportunity for us, an opportunity to reshuffle the entire Mousilon force. You see, Larot, His Excellency the Duke's conditions are very harsh, which will definitely cause dissatisfaction among some nobles. They have passed Used to a good life..." Du Lin whispered in his ear: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Larot nodded meaningfully after hearing this: "Change is not always a bad thing. The key is to follow the Duke closely."

The two earls looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.

Just when the local serf soldiers and even the local knight nobles were envious of the old guard's food.

"My Sir, so you are here!" Raymond came to Bertrand carrying an iron plate with a large piece of bread, a bowl of vegetable broth, a red sausage and some dried fruits on it: "Good evening."

As an officer, Raymond had more dried fruits than the average old guard, and compared to Raymond, Bertrand had more oatmeal and a plate of roast lamb.

"Good evening, Raymond." Bertrand was spooning oatmeal and using a knife to cut the roast lamb. The forty-year-old knight, the actual commander and person in charge of the Old Guard, felt a little emotional. He looked at The army at night.

Who would have thought that eight years ago, he was still a bandit leader running around in the Chalon Forest?

Everything is like a dream.

"Raymond, I remember you are from Lyonnaise, right?" Putting the roasted and crispy mutton into your mouth, the mutton in Carcassonne is indeed delicious, the lean meat is chewy, fat and lean, and the meat is tender and juicy Bertrand chewed it and said with a smile: "How is it? How does it feel to go home?"

"It feels a little strange, and there is also some indescribable excitement." Raymond nodded slightly, his hands trembling a little: "It has been several years since my mother and younger brother and I left our hometown. This time I have the opportunity, I really want to go back. Check it out at home.”

"There will definitely be a chance." Bertrand stretched out his hand and stroked his big bow. This big bow is the Spark Bow produced by the wood elves. The arrows shot can be added with the power of Spark: "How far is that village from here? Far?"

Perhaps in the eyes of wood elves, this kind of large bow is not too rare, but in the human world, it is a priceless treasure.

"It's about eighty kilometers away, and it's now occupied by a group of rebellious serfs." Raymond couldn't help but feel excited, as if there was a villain roaring and roaring inside him.

Go back home! Go back to Lyonnaise! Fight back to the village!

Your old guard Raymond is back!

"Oh, it's this village, right?" Bertrand took out the map and looked at it with the portable oil lamp made by the dwarf: "The day after tomorrow at the earliest or the day after tomorrow at the latest, we will reach here."

"When you have the chance, go home and take a look, Raymond!"

"Um!"

The old Konoe's eyes were full of fire.

Going to fight home!

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