On the morning of April 5th, dark clouds overtook the city of Crewe, and the light rain that suddenly fell at night tended to gradually expand.

This is the second rain since the spring of this year, and the serfs in the fields outside the city are planting buds in the light rain under the supervision of their masters, and the industrious foot merchants are looking at the rain in the sky, wondering whether they should hoard some goods and sell them in the remote villages.

The favorite thing for the wealthy freemen and the owners of the handicraft workshops to do in this rainy weather is to chat and drink in the taverns in their neighborhood, showing off the women they slept with and the bravery of their time in the army.

And today, the topic of discussion has been revolving around the clash that took place on the day of Fort Kaval.

There is a 'Strange Stone Tavern' near the morning market in the outer city that is famous for its special ale, which makes this small tavern full of drinkers every day.

And today, the business of this tavern is even more booming!

Within ten minutes of the end of the morning curfew, the lobby was filled with drinkers so much that the noise in the building could drown out the surrounding rain and spread a few streets away.

"Bell Cade is simply looking for death, and the Reagan family's rule in Crewe is rock-solid. "People who have drunk are bolder than usual, and they start to talk about taboo topics unscrupulously.

"Yes, the people of the Cayde family are a fart, Kru Ling was brought down by our ancestors, and it is not his turn to be an outsider. "More than ninety percent of the freedmen in Crewe are the descendants of those officers and soldiers who followed the Reagan family to conquer Harrance Heights more than two hundred years ago.

"Hey... You!" A drunken drunkard pointed to the mercenaries sitting around in the corner, "Why don't you take up your arms and follow Master Pedi to conquer the Caderd Territory?"

The mercenaries who come to this tavern are all natives of Crewe, and they have long been accustomed to such accusations, and the life of licking blood from the knife has made them develop a particularly low-key lifestyle outside of the battlefield.

So, the mercenaries didn't pay attention to the drinker's words.

But the drinker felt very embarrassed to see the mercenary ignore him, he pushed away the person who was blocking him and staggered over to stare at the leader of the mercenary, "Peake..."

The drinker knew the mercenaries, "Hiccup," he burped, pulled two gold coins and some small silver coins out of his pocket and threw them on the table, "I'll hire you now... Boys, go and beat Bell Cade to death. ”

"Uncle Naru, you..."

"Don't fucking be long-winded, get me out of the barracks!"

The mercenary Peake glanced at his companion helplessly, and then secretly winked.

Several young mercenaries quickly got up and walked towards the door of the tavern as fast as they could, and they didn't even glance at the gold coins on the table.

The door creaked, but old Naru was stunned.

"Haha!"

The surrounding guests burst into laughter, and the laughter made old Nairu react, and he slapped the table awkwardly and pointed to the coins scattered on it, and yelled at the tavern owner, "All the wine money here today is mine." ”

"Gollum!"

"Gollum!"

After a short pause, everyone began to gulp down.

The tavern keeper immediately smiled, and while directing the waiter to pour the wine for the guests, he trotted to the table where the mercenaries were sitting, and picked up the coins one by one to check their authenticity under the disdainful eyes of old Naru.

By the time the boss pocketed all the coins, the tavern was already in chaos.

Good wine can always drive people crazy, especially when it's unlimited!

After a few glasses of wine, someone took advantage of the strength of the wine and shouted in his throat: "I have long collected the taxes of the local lords, and two hundred years ago, our ancestors swore an oath under the banner of the giant bear war, why do we have to pay taxes alone until now, but they sit back and enjoy the benefits, and they don't even have to do labor!"

"Haha, the lords bear the responsibility of foreign wars!" someone sneered in an extremely sarcastic tone: "They protect us, and we provide them with everything!"

"If two hundred years ago, I would admit it, but now... Bullshit!" Immediately a drunken freed-faced freeman retorted, "Foreign wars? Who are our enemies? Except for last year's Orc War, in these two hundred years, almost all of them have been civil wars between lords, who are they protecting?"

"I agree!" one of the footmen agreed.

"I think we should revoke the rights of local territories, we don't need their protection!" an old man stood up, "In the orc war last year, we didn't get their protection, it was the orcs we fought back, for which I paid for the lives of two sons!"

"Haha, to hell with those nobles. Someone raised a glass: "Cheers!"

After a period of noisy noise, the tavern owner immediately came over with a flask with a smile and asked if he wanted to refill the glass, and a voice suddenly sounded: "Today seems to be the day when Lord Pedi's army will go on the expedition." ”

"Seems so!"

"But none of the nobles reacted..."

"Can you count on the nobles in this war?

"Then let's go to the aid of Master Pedy!"

"How to support, we have no soldiers and no food in our hands, only a set of soldiers' armor and weapons. ”

"Then take our armor and weapons and go see off Lord Pedi's army!"

"So what are you waiting for, let's go. ”

Everyone in the tavern rushed out while the wine was strong...

Eleven a.m.,

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was even darker, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

In the garrison barracks of the Heavy Cavalry Corps outside the city of Crewe, the knights in full gear stood in the open school yard with their respective retainers, and the rain beat their armor with a loud 'snap' sound.

Standing in the rain in the same armor, Pedi handed his sword to the new commander of the corps, Knight Wren, and instructed: "Traitors should be punished, and your task is simple, to remove all obstacles that dare to hinder the advance of our army!"

Wren suppressed the excitement in his heart, and he solemnly promised: "By the time you arrive at CapitaLand, the Giant Bear Battle Banner will already be hoisted over every piece of land in CapitaLand!"

"You—" Pedy pointed at Wren, "and you—" he turned to look at the knights in the schoolyard and the ordinary riders behind them, "I want you to fight to your heart's content, and send all traitors to hell with the blades in your hands!"

His voice, rich in holy power, reached the ears of every officer and soldier present through the blockade of layers of rain.

"For the Reagan family!"

"For Mistress Pedi!"

The roar of the soldiers spread to every corner of the camp, overpowering the sound of the rain that was ticking around.

"Knort!" Pedi pulled out his sword at his waist, "for Krew!"

"Let's go!"

The stirring speech did not last long, or rather Pedi did not pay much attention to the war at all, and after a short mobilization he ordered the troops to be deployed.

The knight of Wren took the lead, and with the help of his servants, mounted his warhorse,

"Get on your horse and go!" he repeated Pedi's order.

The rain did not stop the warriors from moving, and they did not hesitate to carry out the order. Soon, the whole team, led by Wren, walked out of the camp in turn, and walked towards the endless road washed by the vast rain.

"Your Excellency—" Sir Cyla leaned forward as the group began, and whispered in Pedi's ear as she looked at the hoplites on the march, "Rain is not for the heavy cavalry, and you should probably consider replacing them with the infantry of the 1st Guards Regiment as the vanguard." ”

"Don't you see their fighting spirit?" said Pedi took off his helmet and threw it to the side.

"After a charge on the muddy road, their fighting spirit will be exhausted. Ser Sir Sila continued, "For the soldiers will find that they cannot even control their horses after a charge, and the knight's spear, which is two meters long, will no longer be their sharp weapon, but will become a burden to them. She stared at Pedi, "At this time, the enemy only needs an ordinary militiaman with a rusty iron hammer to smash the hard steel armor of our soldiers!"

Pedi felt the cold feeling of the rain on his face, and he grinned at Sir Cyrah, "Are you predicting the imminent defeat of our hoplites?"

"I'm telling you the truth, and it's my responsibility, my lordship. Sir Cyrah also took off her helmet and looked at Pedi with a serious expression.

There was no worry on Pedy's face, and he looked at the advancing team with confidence on his face!

"Your Excellency!"

"Haha!" Peddy laughed and waved his right hand lightly, "Don Wright, tell our Sir Syrah." ”

Sir Cyrah was stunned and subconsciously looked at Don Wright, who was almost ignored in the corner.

Ignoring Knight Silla's gaze, Don Wright took two steps forward to a relatively bright place and explained, "The police agents have received information that more than a dozen nobles have ignored Fort Kawal's orders and are secretly sending soldiers to Cade Territory with the intention of helping Bell Cade ambush the Heavy Cavalry Corps!"

Knight Silla's beautiful eyes shrank suddenly, and she looked at Pedi, "Then you should withdraw the heavy cavalry corps!"

"I have already ordered Sir Daisily to lead the two corps of the Eleventh Legion to advance in three groups three days ago towards the area around Caydeland. Pedi looked at the white mist and said, "And I'll lead the remaining two corps of the Guards to advance towards Cade at normal speed!"

"Your Excellency," Ser Sira frowned, "Cade's total strength is only a thousand, do you need to send nearly two legions of troops?"

"Didn't you hear Don Wright clearly?" Pei Di looked at her, "There are more than a dozen local lords supporting Bell Cade... Do you need me to repeat the announcement of Fort Kavar?"

Sir Sira's face changed, "What are you going to do, Goddess?"

"I'm not going to do anything, I just want them to understand, and I want all the lords of Kru to understand who is their master!"

"Tyrannical rule does not last forever, my lord. ”

"You think my rule is brutal?"

"Isn't the stability of the slaughter of nobles a tyrannical rule?"

The conversation between the two was sharp and fast, and the surrounding officers subconsciously stayed away after hearing the conversation between the two.

Peddy sighed to himself, he took two steps forward, and walked to a more open and brighter place, "Do you see only my killing of the nobles in your eyes?" his tone gradually became cold, "Do you know how many troops the nobles have gathered this time?"

"Don Wright, you come and tell her!"

"Yes, sir. Don Wright stepped out again, "According to the intelligence from a day ago, the army gathered in the Cade Territory has long exceeded one legion!"

Peddy and his general looked at each other, "A legion, my dear Sir Sir Sira, what do you think they want to do with a secret legion?"

"How is this possible, even if Bell Cade is given another three months, plus the help of a group of nobles, they will not be able to gather the strength of a legion in such a short time. Sir Sir Cyra furrowed, "These are not the four Dominions!"

"But they can prepare in advance. Don Wright's voice sounded abruptly.

"Shut up!" Ser Cyrah immediately scolded, "you..."

"Don Wright is my police chief, sir. A hint of irritation flashed across Peidi's face, "You should adjust your emotions. ”

"I'm so sorry, my lord!" said Syrah apologised.

"Your apologies are insincere, sir. Pedi frowned, "How do you make me trust you?"

"I disagree with you, and that doesn't stop me from being loyal to you. Sila said humbly, "I..."

"Well, the loyal gods of the Marne family can bear witness. The last thing Pedi likes to hear is the language that his subordinates get when they show their loyalty, "I've made up my mind, all you have to do now is adjust your mentality." He admonished, "Remember, your current enemy is Bell Cade and his henchmen!"

"It's... All right, my lord. Sir Sir Sir Scila compromised when she heard Pedi mention her family. She took two deep breaths and asked puzzledly, "But the Heavy Cavalry Corps..."

Pedy's indifferent voice interrupted him, "Sir, we lack a reason to meddle in the affairs of the local territory!"