It's snowy again.

There was also a slight amount of ice slag in the snow.

A well-wrapped army appears beneath Sea Castle in the heart of the Northlands.

Through the solid fur, the soldiers on the city wall could vaguely see that the army standing outside the city was full of cavalry.

The horse's hooves kicked the road a little uneasily, and the heavy horse's head stepped on the snow, leaving only rows of semicircular deep marks.

But for the soldiers on the city walls, it was as if someone was dancing on his chest, and he was a little out of breath.

He also witnessed the emperor's expedition, and thousands of soldiers were also gathered in the city to defend it, but these seemed to be nothing under the threat of a large force of cavalry.

Less than twenty days earlier, the Imperial cavalry had taught the soldiers defending the city a lesson.

They could not and did not dare to forget the power of cavalry now.

He lay on the city wall and spit out two cold breaths, so he brought the news to the old general in charge of defending the city, Haru, and when Haru heard the news, he immediately ordered the whole city to be on alert.

At his insistence, two-thirds of the soldiers climbed the walls first, ready to defend themselves against the first battle of the Prussian cavalry overnight.

At the same time, he also immediately sent an urgent report to the emperor who was still stranded in the north, hoping to attract the attention of His Majesty the emperor.

However, the Prussians, as the side of the 'raid', appeared to be rather scattered.

Their ranks dragged on and on for a long distance.

There were knights, but there were also more infantrymen, merchants, handymen.

They set up camp a few miles outside the city, and lit a campfire overnight to cook, as if they had opened a market outside the city.

The aroma of barbecue even pierced through the thick night, wafting above the sea castle from a distance of two or three miles.

And the soldiers on the sea castle, in order to save rations for the emperor's army, had only two meals a day.

In order to maintain the morale of the soldiers, the commanders had to give the soldiers extra bread at night.

But even so, the taste of the bread with cold water is by no means half as delicious as the roast meat.

"Phew, this is for somebody!"

"They're only meant to be fed to livestock. ”

When an officer in charge of distributing the bread heard this, he couldn't help but silently reply in his heart.

"You're really right, these breads were originally used to feed the emperor's horses, but now the emperor doesn't need them. ”

After just one meal, the morale of the soldiers in the city had already fallen by half.

Out of desperation, Haru had to climb the city wall again, dragging his old body with a large group of soldiers to maintain morale.

And as many torches were lit as possible.

This was not so much to observe the enemy below the walls, but to ensure that the soldiers would not sneak away in the night.

He picked up a loaf from the quartermaster's basket and swallowed it in a few bites in front of some of the complaining soldiers.

His face looked older and older in the firelight, but he struggled to make a serious expression.

"Soldiers, His Majesty the Emperor has not gathered you here for a banquet! Do you find it difficult to swallow the bread in your hands? If the answer is yes, then go and show me the villages outside the city, where the peasants are starving for you while each of you eats two pounds of wheat a day. ”

"Don't you have a little shame in your hearts when you don't think about how to take revenge on these damned traitors, who hijack our caravans and eat our food?"

In the past, such righteous words would have been enough to silence all the soldiers.

In the corner, a soldier's eyes widened and he said, "It's not all because of those people! General, it's all the trouble caused by that cub who doesn't even have a hair!"

"If it weren't for him, we could have lived a good life, how could there be a war?! Those hateful southerners! No, you let me go, you ......"

The soldier was quickly taken down by several guards.

But the rest of the soldiers no longer had the heart to continue watching their old general eat the bread, but they all lowered their heads and looked out of the corner of their eyes at the corner where they did not continue to make a sound.

It was a place where there were no torches, and the soldiers could not see what was happening there, but they were perfectly able to guess the whole thing that had happened.

The soldier would be pushed against the wall, and then one of the guards would break his bones twice, and then two other soldiers would throw him off the wall.

Before the old general climbed the city walls, such cases had already happened a dozen times.

And Haru also felt that his face was gloomy, so he ordered all these soldiers to be taken to the barracks below the city walls and locked up temporarily.

Although this may encourage the possibility of passive sabotage of the soldiers, it is better than leaving them on the city wall to spread rumors and cause mutiny.

Today was a difficult night for the defenders in the city walls.

But it was no less a thrilling night for the siege troops who "besieged" Sea Castle under the city walls.

Excluding the miscellaneous servants, the peasants and the captured merchants along the way, there were only two or three hundred light cavalry and less than two thousand trained peasants under the walls.

They lit high bonfires, and even roasted meat with precious spices, just to distract the soldiers on the city walls, and they thought of going out of the city to attack the camp.

As for the army that the soldiers had seen during the day, they had already bypassed the tall and majestic fortress of Sea Castle and marched towards the north!

Half of the kingdom of the Rhine, known as the land of knights, is covered with dense primeval forests, while the other half is on flat land between primeval forests.

They only need to develop a small part of the soil, which is enough for the people's daily life, and the more flat land is used to grow alfalfa for horses, or simply pasture for horses.

For the Rhine Kingdom, what restricts them from developing knights will always be the scarce iron ore in the territory and the poor knight class, and it will never be the lack of war horses and horsemen.

So, having received supplies purchased by Emperor Peris, Prus took four thousand light cavalry with him in one fell swoop to raid the army that had withdrawn from the north!

As far as the information delivered to him by his ally, Edward the Wiggan, said that the foolish little emperor had lost the heavily armored knights he feared most, and the remaining infantry, though numerous, was nothing to fear in the eyes of Prus.

This time, he must snatch back the glory he lost back then.

That night, beside several large wagons, a group of old and young disabled soldiers huddled next to the wagons to keep warm.

There were no more than 100 soldiers in total, but they covered cripples of all ages from all over the world.

Because of the wounds on their bodies, they almost pressed the Wiegand on their foretoes on the way out.

Basically, where they were on the fire tonight, tomorrow the Wiegand outpost soldiers would come running with them.

But despite this, there was not the slightest anxious look on their faces, they just gathered around the fire one by one, chatting with each other.

It's not because they have anything to say about their own abilities, they just trust the judgment of their leaders.

A fourteen-year-old boy.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a piece of gauze on his left cheek, and in his hand he was holding a bowl of wheat porridge in a helmet and eating sweetly.

Needless to say, he had made the scar himself, in order to motivate the wounded farmers to come out of the shadow of the last great war as soon as possible.

"We are all losers in the last war, but we always have to look forward. ”

The boy said to the soldiers.

"You know, though I've been cut off from my knighthood and nobility, I'll always be able to take you somewhere with tall walls, sturdy soldiers, and a good-natured, wealthy mayor. They and the Wiegand have a non-aggression pact, you know, the Wiegand people do business with that city, so they don't attack it. ”

It was with such motivational language that these veterans, who only had half their lives left, crawled out of the ground one by one.

"Under the stunned eyes of the officers, they saw for the first time soldiers who were wounded and could walk on their own without whips. ”

For these veterans who were wounded on the battlefield, Vidia was not disgusted at all, but also quite cordial.

If Vedia is competitive in front of aristocratic boys of the same age, then in front of these veterans, she is a person as soft as a white cloud in the sky and flowing water on the ground.

For himself, it is very comfortable to be such a leader.

The knight of José died on the battlefield like a true warrior and found his home, then he should also grow up as soon as possible and become a warrior no less than his father.

Of all the barracks, the camp in Vidia is undoubtedly the liveliest.

He leaned on the carriage and talked to the soldiers half-lying.

Even if there is no wine and a variety of food, they can still have their own "banquet".

It's ridiculous to say, but it's interesting to do, that is, everyone takes turns telling some stories, meat and vegetarian food are not taboo, and casual interjections are allowed.

After a few days, the 100 people in the army were already like brothers.

"I'll tell you a good story! You've never heard of it, because it happened to the lords of a manor I served......"

"No, how could there really be a stupid lord who would drink ale mixed with horse urine as beer, and that would really be for the sake of saving face. ”

"Aha, what's this, I've seen even more outrageous. ”

Everyone has a natural potential for storytelling, and because they are people who don't know each other, it makes it easier to tell a story.

In this era of incomparably barren and barbaric spirits, literature almost does not exist, and even if there is, it is only one or two books that the citizens and nobles of the imperial capital quietly put in their treasure chests to ballast the bilge, and quietly exchange a few poetry books and short stories to read on some relatively hidden occasions, such as long stories, which do not exist in the world.

After listening to a long list of short stories, Vidia finally put down two-thirds of the porridge and handed it to a soldier beside him, saying:

"You know? I have two great stories to tell you, and you remember, it's about the ...... between two couples of men and women."

Don't get me wrong, these are just two pure love stories, and although our young Vidia has been in contact with many similar stories intermittently from the old soldier Youzikou, if he really wants to tell it himself, it still can't be told.

At this time, the wind was howling, and outside the carriage, everything seemed to be shaking violently, only the torch in front of them was so warm and eternal.

People from all regions of Greater Prouss speak the same language, but they all have the characteristics of their hometown, some are slang, and some are the customs around them.

At this moment, two drops of almost transparent liquid suddenly flowed through Vidia's eye sockets.

He suddenly understood why his father joined the expedition despite knowing that he would be defeated, and chose to sacrifice himself in the end to complete the army.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the José knight chose to die at that time, which could be regarded as a disguised achievement for him.

Because, the Knight of Jose is the last person in the world to know that he is the son of a robber.

Without him, Vidia can truly exist in this world as a descendant of a nobleman.

No one will ever talk about his background again.

For he may say that he was raised by three noble imperial gentlemen, and that he himself was the illegitimate son of one of them, and that he was also a man with a father, although not very honorable.

The last person that Knight thought of was also Vidia in infancy.

Outside the carriage, in the howling cold wind, a cavalry rushed through the center as if it were an air flow mixed in it.

They also paused for a moment when they looked at the carriage here.

But in the end, he left.

In the distance of the firelight of the carriage, a pair of scarlet eyes were looking at them.

It was a pack of tall snowwolves, smelling the blood on the soldiers' bodies along the way.

The hussars just thought they were in trouble, so they didn't want to get involved anymore.

But unexpectedly, these wolves just stood silently by their sides, as if they were guards, hugging this centaur.

Bengel (self-created language, don't check it), meaning snow, also known as wolf howl.

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