Warhammer Throne

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Spring, April, in the town of Jean at night, a young man carrying a pork, holding a bottle of wine, knocked on a wooden door: "Mom, I'm back."

"Raymond, are you back?" The old mother wore a coat of animal skins and opened the door.

This is a huge wooden building, which is divided into many small rooms. The fugitives are arranged in this big house. When they have no place to live, they can live in this huge wooden building. Just pay a small rent to the earl.

The fugitives did not regard this as a home. They even wanted to build a house in the village or even buy a house in the town.

"Mom, I'm back." In the spring, the night was cold, and a cold wind blew into the house. Raymond showed up tiredly. The young man looked very tired, but in good spirits: "I'm exhausted."

"Brother~Brother~" Brother Thomas trot out of the room. The boy was still very thin, but his complexion had improved a lot. The child was drooling and he saw the piece of pork on Raymond's hand.

"Oh, Raymond! Why did you buy so much meat?" The old mother complained immediately: "We finally got a foothold here. You only earn ten copper coins a day. Is it not good to save?"

Raymond walked into the room with a grin. Inside the room was a very clean wooden floor. The fire was ignited in the middle of the room, and the room maintained a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"It's not much. A pound of pork is about forty coins, Mom." Raymond handed the pork to the old mother's hands. The young serf said with a smile, "It's been more than a month to work here. I think we Some meat should be eaten."

"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 trepidation, as if she was very horrified that her son bought a pound of pork.

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

This incident is not unusual for the Earl of Glamorgan. After five years of development, serfs can occasionally eat meat, and the tables of freedmen have become more abundant.

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

Raymond was recruited to work in the dwarf carpenter’s workshop in the yard. He worked ten hours a day, and his daily salary was twelve copper coins. The settlement was settled once a week. Except Sundays, he had one to two days off every ten days. No rest.

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

Rabbit meat and poultry meat are not unfamiliar to serfs, because only the meat of these creatures can often be eaten. Rabbits and birds are a great threat to food crops, so the lord allowed the serfs to catch and eat them by themselves. meat.

The old mother took some needlework in the city and can earn 30 or 40 copper coins in a week. The life of the family is much better. They are now full of hope in life. Raymond is full of thoughts about earning more money. Think of a way to build a house and get rid of the identity of being under the fence.

Inside the house quietly, the family was holding bowls and eating brown bread and pork stew. It was fun, Thomas kept saliva: "Mom, I want to eat meat~"

"Good, good~" The old mother lovingly beat a bowl of broth with a large wooden spoon, and then picked out a large piece of fat and placed it in Thomas' bowl.

The poor love to eat fat.

The child is ignorant of many things. He chewed on the fatty pork and squinted his eyes happily. Raymond ate the broth and the brown bread soaked in the broth, and then tasted it. A glass of barley, this glass of barley was called by Raymond to the tavern in the town, and it was done with a few copper coins.

The Empire is best at brewing dark beer and a variety of ales. The ale and beer of the Empire are well-known all over the world and are widely drunk by people in the old world. Except for the wines of Ivey's province, most of the other wines are sour, astringent and difficult. The following swallow.

"Your wine must be made by the Empire."

——Brittania joke, implying that this wine is disgusting and difficult to swallow.

Brittany is best at brewing a variety of wines, especially the wines of Winford and Pordro, which are well-known all over the world. They are an indispensable part of the tables of the nobles, and the ale and beer produced are very spicy and bitter. And it has a sour smell.

"Now I know this must be an ale from Bretania."

——Imperial joke, referring to this kind of ale is too hard to drink.

Barley wine is frothy. This is the cheapest wine. It always has a strong smell of sawdust and barley residue. Only this kind of wine can be drunk often by serfs. The biggest hobby of many serfs is to give to the lord. After a part-time job, I went to a bistro to drink a glass of barley wine. The old mother looked at Raymond frowning and drinking barley wine, and sighed: "Raymond, I feel like I'm having a dream. I hope this dream will last 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 hardships of serfs. We will live a good life and choose to be fugitive slaves. It's really right. The sergeants are still issuing orders today. They said that the earl has negotiated with His Majesty the King. As long as we work hard, we can really stay here!"

"That's 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 recruit today, I participated in the training of recruits. Your Excellency the Earl said that he is going to recruit a halberd battalion of 400 people. This halberd battalion faces I also want to try the recruitment of all the leaders of the entire territory. The dwarf master Mr. Deron said that this army will be equipped with a full set of dwarf breastplates and halberds. It is said that it can eat meat once in three days!"

"Ah?! Is there such a good thing?" The old mother was obviously frightened: "Then you have become the earl's soldier?"

"That's not there yet. First, everyone will take turns training. Master knights and sergeants will choose the right one among us... Mom, I'm a little late to be a carpenter at my age. I'm seventeen and almost eighteen. It’s hard to make progress in the future. I...I want to send Thomas as an apprentice to the dwarf master, and I want to join the army!" Raymond hesitated and told his old mother about his plan.

"Um~~~"

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"I need to recruit a halberd soldier from serfs and freedmen. The preliminary number is between 300 and 500. These people train three days a week and leave them for their own farming or rest. They worship on Sundays. Half of the salary will be paid, full salary will be paid during wartime, meat can be eaten once a week, and beer rations will be enjoyed once a week."

At the same time, in the meeting room of the earl’s castle, Ryan was also discussing with his courtiers and the knights about the formation of a halberd regiment. His courtiers and knights were gathered around the long table and discussed with the earl about a new army. .

"Up to three hundred and fifty people, my earl." Taxation officer Gasparton said quickly, and the courtier in charge of taxation quickly said to Ryan: "No matter how much, the finances can't support it."

"Then three hundred people." Ryan nodded, "The serf conscripts proved to be embarrassing. It is a charge for the knights. We need an army like this."

The holy grail knight Armand nodded, the sword of Aquitaine gleamed around his waist, the count's banner officer was thinking, and Armand was thinking about the pros and cons of Ryan's idea.

Since coming to Ryan's territory, what Armand has seen and heard has made him feel a new atmosphere. There is a kind of vitality here, a kind of vitality that has been long-lost in the kingdom of knights.

This pool of stagnant water was brought to life by Ryan, the servants of Chaos were slaughtered in the forest, the long-dead settlements were re-established, large tracts of farmland were reclaimed, the serfs had more enthusiasm, and the knights were intoxicated. Earl Ryan cannot extricate himself from his feats and imitated Ryan's every move.

"My earl, training a three-hundred halberd regiment is naturally no problem, but with this money, why don't we recruit more knights?" said Olivier, a knight of the kingdom, "Knights are the foundation of war."

"Yes! The knight is the foundation of war."

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

"Earl, there are still more than 30 vacancies for the ranger knights in the collar!"

The knights at the meeting said in a rush that they prefer to form and recruit more knights than to build a halberd infantry battalion.

"Knights are the most important combat power of war, but not everything, gentlemen." Lane said with a smile: "When 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 Bretania, it is the knight’s group charge that ultimately decides the victory, but the cavalry is dynamic. He needs an excellent infantry regiment to withstand the enemy’s charge to ensure himself. The long-range troops have enough output space.

"The earl meant...this is the request of the dwarves?" The knights seemed to have misunderstood something, the kingdom knight Hex asked first.

This knight from Le-Angoulan has reached the thirty-year-old mark this year, and his aura has become more and more stable. Many troops in the counties are trained by him.

Regarding Ryan's formation of the halberd camp, Hex was supportive in his heart.

As the Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan can create three baronial titles under his men, but he has not created one at present, which means that he is still directly under his own territory.

Everyone is enthusiastic about these three baronies, including Hex. He has always believed that if his family is to be revived, he must regain a title.

But he can't directly put it forward. For one thing, this is a bit inconsistent with the interests of the Cavaliers. Second, Ryan's attitude is also very important.

A baron is a military aristocrat. If you want to become a baron, your blood is still the second priority. The first requirement is to be able to fight well and be brave.

So the question is, is there anyone in the territory who can fight better than Ryan? Even Ryan's brother Anglang is just a kingdom knight, how dare these kingdom knights ask to be baroned?

Hex thought for a moment, he knew he needed to find an entry point.

That is the dwarf.

What Hex said, everyone was thinking. The addition and appearance of the dwarves made the knights’ equipment and weapons undergo an immediate change. The dwarves’ precision plate armor and various sophisticated weapons were produced quickly and well. The price is cheap and is deeply loved by the knights.

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

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

"Okay." Olivier heard that this troop was used to protect the dwarves and no longer insisted.

Ryan was a little surprised by what the knights were paying attention to, but now that everyone agreed, his goal was achieved. The earl turned to his steward Katzenberg and said, "Then... Well, the new army keeps up with nutrition and is 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 over, and the tall butler nodded.

"If you train, it will be handed over to your brother and Hex." Ryan said to Anglang and Hex again.

Both Angelang and Hex nodded. The training must be the head of Hex. As for Angelang can provide guidance, in fact, since this period of time, the ranger knights have participated in the training.

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 Breton knights, this is the first This happened once.

"By the way, my earl, the fifty army horses you bought before have arrived. We can select some of the sergeants to make them rangers." Katzenberg continued.

"Very good." Ryan nodded, and wanted to say something more, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Lucien, the ranger knight from Winford, rushed in from the door: "Earl, it's not good!"

"What's the matter?" Ryan raised his head.

"A major event has happened in the north. The serfs who had been suppressed in the riots in Lyonace gathered before. They launched a rebellion, killed the fortress of the castle of Barrymont, and declared independence! They also issued the slogan, who planted the land, Whoever gets the harvest!"

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