Time pushed forward a morning, at the door of Viscount Arnold's camp.

Avril rode on a tall horse, surrounded by a dozen knights who had been following him. Behind them were a large number of troops that had begun to assemble, either in armor, armed with spears, swords, shields, and even peasants with dung forks and pot lids.

Looking at the uneven lineup in front of her, Avril turned her head sideways and sighed to the old nobleman who was in a cold sweat: "Viscount Arnold, is this the army under your command?"

The gray-haired Arnold wiped a cold sweat and hunched over with an embarrassed smile.

"Your Majesty, these people ...... It's a little negligent in training, but it's useless to raise them in normal times, at most catch a few robbers, catch a mountain bandit who looted the caravan, the old territory is barren, and it really can't maintain the cost of an elite army. ”

Avril sighed, and roughly estimated the number of soldiers in this group according to the arrangement of the team, leaning on the front were the knights, and the four and a half teams could barely make up about three hundred people, and there were not even twenty professionals inside.

Next to them were about two hundred knights on shoddy horses and dressed in old leather armor, three or four hundred lightly trained militiamen, and more than a thousand peasants with pitchforks and clubs and cloth and cotton hats.

Avril was a little disappointed and said, "Are these just these people? These don't add up to two thousand, right?"

The old nobleman took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his head. "There are still six or seven hundred people, but they are all auxiliaries who can only repair bridges and roads, and carry grain, so that they can do some chores, if they really go to the battlefield, I am afraid that it will affect your command, and the old man will not let them come out. ”

Looking at the empty tent behind her, Avril laughed angrily at Arnold's words.

"Arnold, the ratio of auxiliaries to regular soldiers is ten to one, except for some work that requires skill, the auxiliary soldiers can also do the work of the militia and farmers, can you be willing to give two thousand people with six hundred auxiliaries?

She stretched out her white and tender palm and compared it back, the expression on her face was both helpless and annoyed.

"It's okay if you don't have enough people, but how come more than half of your 2,000 people are farmers?

And what are they holding in their hands, not to mention the wooden shield and leather armor, not even a crooked spear, what's the use of these people on the battlefield? A dozen people behind me can run with a thousand of them!"

Avril said angrily: "It's okay if these people of yours win the battle, as long as they lose...... No, as long as it is a disadvantage, the knights who are removed from the front line and rotated will be blocked by these untrained ordinary people.

They either turn around and wait for death, or cut down their own militia first, in which case the army will be in chaos immediately, and a small half of them can be killed or injured just by trampling on each other, you are really a viscount...... Alas!"

"Decay...... Shame on old decay......"

Arnold touched a handful of sweat and barely managed to squeeze out an ugly smile.

"Your Majesty, after all, we are only trying to force Jiber to negotiate peace today, since we won't fight today, then do you think we can get back on these five hundred knights, but the old man still expects them to help me defend the territory......"

"Five hundred?"

Avril gave him a strange look. "See for yourself, where can these knights get together five hundred?"

Arnold looked up inexplicably, narrowing his somewhat cloudy eyes and counting. "One, two, three, four, five, there are indeed five brigades, isn't a hundred in a team exactly five hundred?"

Avril looked at Arnold, who looked confused, and helplessly explained:

"That's not five brigades, it's four brigades and half a brigade, and the number of people is not enough at all, it's good to have seventy people in a team, and you knights can get together three full brigades at most, and there will be three hundred people to die!"

Listening to Avril's explanation, Arnold's old face turned red, partly due to the residual shame, but more due to the popularity of those in the family.

Although he is old and mediocre, he is not a simple fool, and he knows that these knights are the foundation of his own throne, so he has to save a little money from spending money every year to support these knights.

Although this money is not much, it is no problem to raise seven or eight hundred knights, I thought that even if my subordinates were greedy, they could get together five hundred knights, but I didn't expect that even three hundred would be enough to choke, and I directly discounted it in half at once.

He lowered his head in shame and annoyance, and said half-sincerely and half-perfunctory: "Old decay...... Decaying ...... Shame on the trust of Her Majesty the Queen. ”

Avril didn't answer, but looked at the equally messy dozen camps in the distance, sighed, and said, "Are the rest of the people like you?"

"This ...... Their words and decay should ...... The difference is not very much. ”

Looking at Arnold, who was desperately wiping his sweat, Avril closed her eyes and didn't want to speak.

If those little nobles are so unreliable, these dozen battalions can be counted as the blessing of the gods if they can get together 5,000 regular troops, and the number of professionals is even smaller, can they make up 200 out of more than 10,000 people?

Alas, although Giber is not a good thing, he is still willing to invest money in his knights.

Avril thought happily that because of the superiority in numbers, she was still thinking about whether to fight. But at the level of these bales, the more than 40,000 people may not be the match for the 20,000 people in Giber.

What followed was a long and chaotic preparation, and when the soldiers who were finally ready to fight were arranged, the sun was almost above everyone's heads.

Avril squinted her eyes at the camp of the little nobles, and after making sure they were all ready, she patted the knights beside her.

"Byrne, blow the trumpet. ”

Byrne, holding a giant horn in his arms, nodded, took a deep breath, and puffed out his chest as hard as he could.

"——~Kouwu~——"

The sound of a majestic trumpet resounded through the royal army's garrison, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by the flying dust and the neighing of horses, the troops led by the two marquises, together with Avril's ragtag army, converged in front of Giber's camp.

"Your Majesty's demeanor is the same as ever. ”

Hearty laughter came from afar, and the two marquises, surrounded by a dozen professionals, came to Avril's side.

A middle-aged man with a "plump" body was the first to lean over, beating his chest with his right hand and making a knightly salute to Avril, and on his fingers, which were thicker than carrots, a sapphire the size of a quail egg shone brightly.

"Greetings to Émile Mullen, and may you be youthful. ”

The other thin old man just nodded in response, not only did he not salute, but he didn't even have a good face, and his old-fashioned and cold face looked like William.

He opened his mouth in a very perfunctory manner. "Roman Anderson has seen Her Majesty the Queen. ”

Avril smiled disapprovingly, nodded to the two marquis kindly, and said, "Marquis Roman, Marquis Emile, the royal family of France will always remember the help of the two." ”

The chubby emir showed a bold smile, but unfortunately the two small eyes were squeezed by the fat on his face and almost disappeared.

"Your Majesty, you are gracious, the Mullen family will always be your supporters. I can't be a knight under you, but your will is still what my sword says. ”

Roman with a thin face snorted coldly and mocked mercilessly: "With your obsessive soft meat, can you still wield a sword?"