Warhammer Throne

Sure enough, it was not that Duke Hubald had never met Angelang. The Duke and Angelang met once. With Angelang's appearance and size, it is really hard not to impress people.

As Anglang expected, seeing that it was "acquaintances committing crimes", His Excellency the Duke quite "magnanimously" forgave these people for their "nosy" mistakes, and invited them to his castle, the famous Carcassonne Castle in the old world. Guest.

The Duke’s understatement made the Norsca woman quite dissatisfied, and Ingrid yelled: "Damn it, if it weren’t for me...I mean we, only their lady in the lake knows whether these villagers can survive these knights. Come!"

"Shut up! Ingrid, if you don't want to be locked up outside the castle overnight, just go on." Fogen smiled brightly.

The female barbarian closed her mouth wittily. On the one hand, it was out of respect for the strong. On the other hand, she knew to some extent that her strength could be arrogant in front of the beasts, but facing a few hundred knights, it was not enough. .

However, the barbarians are good at this point, that is, they will basically obey orders unconditionally when facing a powerful man like Fukun.

If you encounter people who are particularly good at debating, such as the Estalians and the citizens of the Imperial Nur, it will be troublesome. These people are also famous among the mortals. They like to shout "freedom of speech, democracy". It is famous for reluctance to admit defeat and hard bargaining to the end, and it is often only opposed because of opposition.

Even if some diehards were hit on the ground with a punch, they must emphasize that the enemy's boxing posture is not good-looking, and it is indeed a headache.

Under the leadership of the Duke of Hubald, Faugen led an army of more than 500 people towards the Carcassonne Castle.

When the sun was to the west, the united army finally approached Carcassonne Castle.

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

Entering the castle, Faugen visited Carcassonne with great interest. The most spectacular architectural landscape here is the inner and outer walls and towers that guard the castle. It has huge fortifications surrounding the castle, compact houses and The streets and the perfect Holy Grail Cathedral, the streets in the city criss-cross, row upon row of houses, walk into the arched 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, low-rise The stone houses are built along the street, and the style is antique. Only the atmosphere of a large number of patrolling troops undermines this beauty.

Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne with a cold face, said a few words to the attendant, who immediately came to Fogen and the others: "The commander of the Ash Legion, our duke said, the Principality of Carcassonne is not a rich duchy. , We thank you for lending a helping hand in the Beastman invasion, but we have nothing to thank you for, we can only provide board and lodging to ensure that the lamb is enough for you to enjoy, nothing else."

"It's okay, it's enough." Fukun didn't care about this. As he said, fighting evil is an obligation, not something worthy of credit. It's not bad to have two meals of lamb.

"The Duke also invited some of you to have dinner with him in Naiburg in the evening." The attendant continued: "The Duke wants to ask you about Tyrell."

"All right."

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

Time came to August.

The old world, Brittany, south of Lyonnais, the old Duke of Moussilon.

A small army is advancing on the plain.

This army was led by the old guards and sent by Ryan to support the old Musilon nobles in the south of Lyon Nasai and to put down the local serf rebellion.

The problem of Lyonace has been around for a long time. Since the **** battle with Egil-Redeye, the situation in this duchy has gone from bad to worse. Due to insufficient food, the knights could not solve the problem of the hungry serfs. They were able to defeat the serf rebels, but Naturally, it is impossible to talk about pacifying the serfs so that they can resume production.

Worse still, the old Mousillon nobles did not have enough troops, even though they had already rejected any orders from Aldrel, Duke of Lyonasse, after the invasion of Egil. It is also an indisputable fact that their army has lost too much. Seeing the rebellion gradually spread to the whole territory, the nobles only have some castles and a few guarded mansions. The nobles are very anxious, but they can do nothing about it. Of course, the knights can These rebellious serfs were destroyed in the wild, but this could not fundamentally solve the problem of rebellion.

As we all know, banditry will flee and avoid war. Knight masters cannot pursue long-distance chase, because even if they catch it, banditry has already withdrawn into the cottage and fortresses. The attack is very difficult and the gain is not worth the loss, and the knight masters’ food Also stretched.

But now, the Duke of Lane’s support has arrived. A battalion of nearly four hundred old guards led two serf infantry regiments, and a group of dwarf artillery marched south of Lyon Nasai to support these old Musilon nobles.

This is also the first battle of the new army, the old guards, formed by Ryan.

The first rebellion stronghold to be conquered was the Castle of Polsale, located south of Lyonasse. This is a small castle. The knights and nobles who originally occupied this place died in the fight against Egil, leaving a bunch of female families nearby. The rebellious serfs occupied the castle and took the mountain as king, and proclaimed themselves Baron Bolsale, wanting to be recognized by the local nobles.

But they were waiting for the old guard and the commanding Baron Juan Carlos, the sun-watcher.

Under the engineering work of the dwarves, a pontoon bridge was quickly erected, and the entire army crossed the small river near the castle at a very fast speed. When the army had reached the south of the castle, the rebellious serfs in the city were still right. Only the arrival of the new army is ignorant.

After completing the siege, Juan immediately ordered the Count Doolin and Count Larott in the north to launch a feint, and then, together with the commander of the old guard, Lord Winford "Arrow" Bertrand, turned from behind. The castle launched an attack.

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

The first is the artillery bombardment. The dwarf cannon and the dwarf organ cannon of the dwarf artillery came up to bombard the castle indiscriminately. The low city wall was not maintained and repaired enough after being occupied. How could it withstand the dwarf artillery The power of the people collapsed one after another. The houses inside the castle were blasted into fragments.

The rebel serfs were shocked before they even took the battle. They cried and screamed, fleeing back and forth, shouting that the godly punishment of the fairy in the lake had come, their morale fell to the bottom, and they were dressed in white military uniforms and silver busts. Plate armor, red or blue epaulettes, and braided old guards charged from the collapsed city wall. When they rushed into the castle shouting slogans, the rebellious serfs who had not yet fought were already scared out of their courage. , They screamed: "Lady's punishment is here! We have lost the lady's blessing!"

The rebel serfs collapsed, and there were not even a few rebel serfs who really fought against the old guards.

Fleeing watching the wind.

In fact, the rebel serfs knew that a support army had come here to help quell the rebellion, and they were also ready to fight with the army of the legendary Duke of Ryan, but in their impression, the enemy is strong, that is, the level of a sergeant. That kind of simple leather armor with the coat of arms of the principality, plus one breastplate at most, uses the same weapons as them.

They simply could not imagine that the old guards, wearing half-length plate armor, holding sophisticated weapons produced in the Dwarf Weapon Workshop, sturdy, firm-eyed, and full of murderous elite troops would actually be selected from among the serfs. of!

Seeing that the rebellious serfs were gone, Earl Doolin and Count Larott, who were originally feigning attacks, saw that the situation was not right, they simply turned the feint offense into a real offense, and seized the time to gain some military merit.

It only took three hours from the beginning of the siege to the end of the siege, and the rebel stronghold that the local nobles had spent several years without taking down fell.

The army drove into the castle, and both the knights and the old guards frowned.

The sight is full of miserable images, with broken limbs and broken arms, corpses piled up, and feces all over the ground. The rebel serfs who could escape had already fleeed during the confrontation. Only the old, weak, sick, and disabled, who could not run, were left. The old and the weak were so hungry that their eye sockets were sunken, their expressions withered, and they didn't even have the strength to escape. Seeing the army came in, many of the old and the weak even just wanted to die quickly, and even gave up praying for their lives.

Earl Doolin and Earl Larott felt very sad about this. The two great nobles only felt that it was not heavy punishment or pardon. They felt very embarrassed, and they could only be imprisoned temporarily and provided some brown bread to the hungry. The old and the weak are full of hunger.

This kind of poor food that has long been eliminated in Lane's territory is simply supremely delicious in the eyes of these old and weak. Some old people sit on the spot, with clear water, and gnaw the bread desperately, gnawing their teeth.

Eating and eating, tears flowed down, and an elderly serf cried bitterly about this: "If we knew there was brown bread to eat, we wouldn't have rebelled at all!"

Such cries were everywhere in the castle.

As night fell, not far away, the old guards camp.

Sir Bertrand was chewing raisins in his mouth. He was wearing a three-cornered hat and a neat old guard officer's uniform. Not far away, the old guards lined up in a row, carrying a plate and cooking neatly. Ban has a meal there, ready to have dinner.

The iron vat was scorching hot in the pile of fire, and a large pot of stew exuded a strong aroma. The army of the cooking squad took a large iron spoon and combined the big root red sausage with the thick aroma. The broth was poured into the bowls of the old guards.

The bread bags were opened, and the soft and delicious whole wheat bread was buttered and delivered to the old guards.

The food provided by this army made the old Musilon nobles envy it.

"This can be eaten by our knights." Earl Doolin looked at the old guard's food, with helplessness on his face: "Madam, red sausage, stewed vegetable broth, whole wheat bread, and Butter! Is this the old guard?"

"The Southerners are really rich." Count Larott shook his head. He watched his serf infantry gnawing black bread with porridge. The porridge also put some flour, some vegetables and carrots: "You By looking at this supply, you know what the problem is."

"Don't talk about Southerners, Larote, don't forget." When Du Lin heard the words Southerner, he immediately felt as though he had been stabbed by a needle, and said quickly: "We are already loyal to the Duke."

"..." Larott realized that he was a little speechless, he nodded lightly, raised his hand to indicate that he was wrong, and stopped speaking.

"Furthermore, this is also an opportunity for us. It is an opportunity to reshuffle the entire Musilon forces. You see, Larote, the Duke’s conditions are very demanding. This will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of some nobles. I'm used to good days..." Du Lin whispered in a whisper: "You know what I mean?"

"Understood." Larott nodded deeply after listening: "Changes are not all bad things. The key is to follow the Duke."

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

The local serf soldiers and even the local knight aristocrats were envious of the old guard's food.

"My sir, so you are here!" Raymond carried an iron plate with a large piece of bread, a bowl of vegetable broth, a red sausage and some dried fruit and came to Bertrand: "good evening."

As an officer, Raymond had some more dried fruit than ordinary old guards. Compared with Raymond, Bertrand had more oatmeal and a plate of roast lamb to eat.

"Good evening, Raymond." Bertrand spooned the oatmeal, while using a knife to cut the roast lamb, the forty-year-old jazz, the actual commander and person in charge of the old guards were a little emotional, he watched The army under the curtain of night.

Who would have thought that eight years ago, he was still the leader of thieves who wandered through the Sharon Forest?

Everything is like a dream.

"Raymond, I remember you are a Lyonese, right?" Put the roasted and crispy lamb into your mouth, the lamb of Carcassone is really delicious, the lean meat is springy, fat and thin, and the meat is tender and juicy. Many, Bertrand chewed and smiled and said, "How do you feel about going home?"

"It feels a bit strange, and a bit unspeakable excitement." Raymond nodded slightly, his hands trembling: "I have been away from home with my mother and younger brother for several years. I have a chance this time. I really want to return. Take a look at home."

"There will definitely be a chance." Bertrand stretched out his hand and stroked his big bow. This big bow is a star fire bow produced by wood elves. The arrows it shoots can add the power of star fire: "How far is that village from here? Far?"

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

"It's about eighty kilometers, and it's now occupied by a group of rebel serfs." Leimen couldn't help being excited, as if there was a villain inside him, roaring and roaring.

Go back to my hometown! Go back to Lyonace! Fight back to the village!

Your old guard Raymond is back!

"Oh, this is the village, right?" Bertrand took out the map and looked at it with the portable oil lamp made by the dwarf: "Then the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, we will hit here."

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

"Um!"

The old guard's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Going home!