Chapter 150: Battle of Beishi (1)

God knows where Cumberland got such an armor, slightly smaller than an adult's, but with elaborate workmanship and exquisite decoration, it does not look at all like a protective item on the battlefield, but rather like a handicraft in an exhibition hall.

Todd circled around the armor a few times, looked at the old man's hopeful face, and said in embarrassment, "Do I really want to wear this?"

Cumberland blew his beard: "What's wrong with this one? No matter the style or size, it's just right! You don't plan to wear a cloth robe to battle, do you?"

Todd glanced at the displeased old knight, and finally surrendered and raised his hands, and with the help of his squires, put on this armor.

Cumberland happily watched Todd get dressed and stand in front of him, patting his chest and laughing, "That's right!

Huggins knocked on the door and walked into the headquarters chief's room, looked at the armor on Todd's body and was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Cumberland quickly, and said: "Lord Todd, 30 'cavalry spears', two companies of heavy infantry sergeants, plus an integrated infantry regiment, a total of 520 people, the army of the Twilight Knights is ready to go." ”

Todd took a step, and the friction of the armor under his crotch forced him to adjust the position of the strap and armor sideways. Even so, this practice of putting his whole body in a tin can still made him extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Cumberland walked up to him, helped Todd lift the armor, lightened his weight, and said seemingly unintentionally, "This should be the largest expedition of the Knights of the Twilight West since its establishment." ”

Todd looked at Cumberland with a bit of concern in his tone, "Our enemy is strong?"

"With more than seven hundred defenders, the defenders of the Northern Stone Fortress are the most elite troops in the entire Northern Army. Coupled with the possible barbarian reinforcements, and the other party's geographical advantage...... Cumberland patted Todd's back and said with a smile: "That's right, the enemy is very strong this time. ”

Cumberland walked up to Todd: "But as a commander, you should never fear the bitter consequences of defeat before the war begins, and trust your own soldiers, trust your own judgment, and do your best to find the way to victory in the middle of the battle, which is what a good commander should be." ”

Todd nodded as if he didn't understand.

Cumberland looked out of the window and saw the town square full of people gathering to gaze with feverish and envious gaze at the Knights of the Twilight as they waited to be reviewed.

In their eyes, this is an army that has not suffered defeat since its establishment. Kingdom troops, barbarians, pirates, noble private soldiers, and countless enemies who fell under their swords, and unimaginable wealth was transported into Dusk Town. In the eyes of the residents, this military parade was just a prelude to an easy victory, and as for the target of the Knights' attack, I don't know which unlucky guy it was.

Todd straightened his armor and nodded at Cumberland, who pushed open the door to the Commander's Chamber, and the blinding sunlight cast on the patio in the atrium, reflecting off the armor and illuminating the room.

Watching the cheerful old knight walk into the corridor and walk to the hall, Huggins leaned over to Todd's side and whispered, "Master Chief, if I'm not mistaken, this armor on your body was originally supposed to be the armor worn by Knight Commander Herman when he was a squire knight, and it took Lord Cumberland three months to create it himself......"

Todd was stunned for a moment, looked down at the shining armor on his body, and was speechless for a long time.

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North Stone Fortress, Canteen.

The hall was full of people, and the tables were staggered. Warriors, knights, and mercenaries sat together, cocking their necks and gulping ale, using their knives to pick up the roast meat and put it between their teeth to splatter the gravy of the meat. The prostitutes who shuttled between the banquets sat on the laps of the men from time to time, unrestrained with people's most primitive desires, and unscrupulously told about the lewd but charming lingering.

At the center of the long dining table sat three rulers dressed in different styles.

The one in the middle, dressed in fine linen silk and ironed neatly fit, with a clump of goatees neatly built, hair with a little silver thread, but the face is white and red. He picked up the silver glass full of red wine in front of him, shook it gently, and said slowly: "Whether it is the east or the west, it is not peaceful......

Sitting to his left was a large man with the physical characteristics of a Northernauestian, and his right eye had been gouged out, leaving only a fleshy hole in the socket. He grabbed a chicken leg and threw it into his mouth, and the harsh sound of minced meat and bones churning between the opening and closing of the upper and lower jaws made the person in the position frown and let out an unnatural coughing sound.

"Count Hewlett, no matter who comes, my 'Slaughter Mercenary Group' can send them to hell without much effort!" said the big man, spitting the bone residue in his mouth on the ground, pinching it into a coin shape with his index finger and thumb, and said to the Count with a smile: "It's just that once the war starts, the price charged by the mercenary group will naturally be different, I hope you can understand this." ”

Earl Hewlett looked at the mess at his feet, moved his body in disgust, took out the handkerchief on his chest, dusted his trouser legs, and said angrily: "Of course I know this, Tim. ”

Sitting at the Earl's right hand was the head of a tribe, in the prime of life, with his pale yellow curls scattered over his shoulders, and a long scar extending from the corner of his right eye to the base of his ear, and he said to the Count in a somewhat unfamiliar lingua franca: "Kingdom, the money promised to the tribe has not yet arrived." My people, starve!"

Earl Hewlett rolled his eyes and said impatiently: "Boyle, I said that there has been a shortage of labor in the North Quarry recently, and the silver mine mined last month did not meet the minimum standards required by the kingdom, and there were two landslides. So, the money promised to your clan will have to wait. Wait!Got it?!"

Boyle clenched the glass in his hand tightly, and the Count shuddered with angry eyes.

Count Hewlett moved his body in the direction of Tim, the leader of the mercenaries, and stammered to the barbarian leader: "You are also responsible for this matter! You broke the shackles, dismantled the cages, and took away all the barbarian slaves who worked in the mines, and I have reported this to the kingdom!"

Boyle stood up, knocked over the plate in front of him with violent movements, and pushed down the chair under him, causing the lively table to fall silent.

"Those are my brothers and sisters! Not slaves!"

Leaving such a roar, the barbarian leader turned around and left the dining hall.

Seeing this, more than a dozen barbarian soldiers pushed away the wine and meat in front of them, broke free from the arms of the prostitute, and also followed the boyle's pace. In an instant, half of the people at the table left, and the hall was suddenly deserted.

Count Hewlett slapped the table in annoyance, his knives and forks, plates, and wine glasses, and he couldn't stop shaking, and only heard a sharp voice echo in the hall: "A bunch of pigs who don't know what to do!"

Hearing the angry scolding behind him, Boyle's pupils shrank, and he walked forward along the corridor without stopping, and after a few steps, a figure covered in a black robe blocked his way.

"Impulsiveness is not a good thing. ”

Looking at the human figure in the dark shadow, Boyle unconsciously stretched out his hand to the weapon behind his waist, and said firmly: "Don't worry about my business, my subordinates told me what the relief committee did the night before." ”

A figure in the darkness revealed his face.

Looking at the barbarian leader's throat bone, a smile slowly appeared on his face.