Coming out of the city of Kodor, the Welsh Legion never met any more resistance on the border of Kodor Province, so there was no delay along the way.

When passing through the towns and villages along the way, the most they could do was to let the soldiers make a hot meal by making a fire, feed the horses and livestock with water and grass, and then quickly pack up their cooking utensils and pack up to the north amid the sound of the marching horn, and would not rest and camp until it was dark.

Although it was hard, the soldiers of the Welsh Legion had no complaints, and compared to the previous marches and battles, this hardship was nothing at all.

In particular, the peasants and soldiers of the Bass sub-regiment, in the process of galloping to the aid of Marssiburg, marched all the way from Tignac, either climbing mountains or crossing hurdles along the way, causing one after another peasant young and hard-working leaders to complain about hardships. On weekdays, they carry hoes and sickles up the mountain to chop wood, go down to the fields to farm, where have experienced several days of non-stop marching, but do not dare to be lazy, if Bass sees it, it is inevitable that there will be a burst of punches and kicks. In this way, they carried it all the way to Fort Marssy.

After the Battle of Fort Marsey, Art was very satisfied with the performance of these young peasants. Ordering the distribution of bounties to those who had made meritorious deeds, and that no more than ten pfennigs of money they had captured from the enemy could be put into their own pockets, not to mention the rewards issued by the legions, made those fellows happy.

On weekdays, I can earn hundreds of pfennig a year after working hard in the fields, and after removing the expenses of an old snack and drinking Lazar, there are not a few copper coins left in the money bag. I didn't expect to be able to harvest hundreds of pfennig in a single battle, which really opened the eyes of these poor peasants.

Since the First Battle of Fort Marsey, the enthusiasm of these peasant soldiers has increased considerably. The main reason is that the war comes quickly. Although it is possible to lose a small life, such a high return is worth it.

Yat, who was walking in the middle of the queue, looked at the long line behind him from time to time, and although there were many people, the queue could still be kept neat. After continuous training in the early stage, this unit made him more and more satisfied. Not only has it absorbed a large number of young and strong peasant soldiers in terms of soldiers, but also after the tempering of recent battles, each recruit looks like a bit of a veteran of the legion. Although there is still a gap in combat effectiveness compared with the veterans of the Wells Legion, Art believes that in the near future, they will be as good as those veterans of a hundred battles.

"My lord, do you remember when we led a task force into Thorne to assassinate the infidels that Bernard had kept in that luxurious mansion in the city?" Angus, who was riding behind Art, suddenly asked Art.

"You mean Assasin?" Art turned his head and said.

"Yes."

"Of course I remember, they sent two killers to lurk in the valley and poison our food. If it hadn't been for the two hounds discovering the anomaly, we'd have gone to God long ago. Art had always kept this in mind. Angus, Ron and the others who followed behind him laughed lightly.

"By the way, those two hounds should be raised by Cooper, and I will be of great use in the future." Art took care of the two hounds that had saved his life.

"Don't worry, I'll already give an account to the old butler when we leave. You see how well the chickens, ducks, cows and sheep that are raised in the valley now grow one by one. Those two hounds were still gifts from others to adults, and the old housekeeper would certainly not treat them badly. ”

"Well, that's good." Art said with satisfaction.

"Sir, I remember the last time we came, there were dozens of people, all the way in a carriage from Kodor to Thorne City. You see, there are thousands of men behind us, with excellent weapons and armor, and the wagons are full of grain and grass. People in various towns along the way have to avoid it when they see it, how majestic! When Ron saw Angus mention the past, he couldn't help but interject.

"Ron, you're right, we're not who we used to be. The current you are not the same person you used to be. Art looked at the scar on Ron's face. As Ron's personality and experience continued to change, the scar seemed to give Ron a touch of sophistication.

"Now it's finally our turn to clean up that Bernard bastard!" Art said fiercely.

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"That bastard, you didn't know how dangerous the situation was, so I deliberately got up to pick up the firewood that had fallen on the ground, and took the opportunity to glance at the situation in the yard. The servant yelled at me, and another fellow dressed as an apple seller got up from the ground and came to me, exposing the short knife at his waist, so frightened that I almost ran away......

Oliver, the deputy leader of the task force walking in the team, told the soldiers around him how he disguised himself as a woodcutter and went to the outpost of the mansion where Assasin was hiding.

"Later, after a few sentry visits, we figured out the situation inside~" Oliver said as he took out the wheat stalk in his mouth and gestured.

"Sir Oliver, don't stop." The soldier beside him urged.

"You bastard, what's the hurry!" As she spoke, Oliver picked up the straw in his hand and struck it at the soldier's head, causing the other soldiers to burst into laughter.

"Do you still want to hear stories?"

"yes~"

"Okay, I want to hear the story, I want to hear that this time you all cut off a few more enemies' heads for me. I'd better cut off the head of that old bastard of Bernard. When the time comes, everyone who wants to hear the story will come to me, and I will tell you three days and three nights. ”

"Good!" The crowd shouted loudly.

…………

Ah sneeze~

"Are you alright, Lord Earl?"

"Which mongrel is scolding me." Bernard, who was sitting on a large leather chair in the office room with his eyes closed, wiped his nose and said to himself. He threw the silk scarf that was still stained with snot to the maid who was waiting on the side. The maid glanced at Bernard who closed her eyes again, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she slowly wrapped the mucus with the silk scarf with her fingertips~

In recent days, Bernard has also been busy due to the continuous fighting on the front line. Every time I stay in the office room, I often have back pain and lack of sleep. Lying on the large leather chair, he fell asleep in less than a while. As soon as Bernard closed his eyes, the footsteps of the herald outside the door became clearer and clearer.

"Report!" The herald shouted as he stood in the doorway.

I saw Bernard slowly open his tired eyes. "Come in."

With the wooden door of the office slammed, the herald pushed open the door and entered.

"Report to Lord Earl, report on the battle from the front."

"Read."

The herald looked at the maid beside Bernard and then fell on Bernard again.

"You go out first." Bernard said to the maid.

"Yes, Lord Count." The maid slowly withdrew and closed the door.

"Say it."

"Lord Earl, the front line is in a hurry, and Mandeborg has been broken by the rebels on the Eastern Front......"

"What!" Before the herald could finish, Bernard had already risen from his chair, his hands propped up on the table.

"However, our men have been taken back." The herald hurriedly added. "Mandelborg sent someone back to ask for reinforcements, saying~"

"Say what! Say it! Bernard roared loudly.

"They said that if reinforcements hadn't arrived tonight, Mandeborg would not have been able to hold it."

I saw Bernard sit down, his eyes full of anxiety.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and send troops to support!"

"My lord, we don't have any soldiers to send. All the young men who could be recruited in the province of Thorne had been sent to the front, and even the barely able peasants were escorted to the front to build fortifications. The rest were all eight or nine-year-old children and women. The herald informed Bernard of the current situation.

Bernard, who was sitting in his chair, didn't say a word, his eyes staring at the parchment on the table in a daze.

A few days ago, after receiving a secret letter from Tignatz, Bernard was in a good mood. Immediately gather a group of officers to discuss how to concentrate all forces against the attack of the Eastern Army. In his opinion, the Welsh Corps would definitely withdraw its troops after learning of the attack on Tignacs. In this way, the threat in the south of the Saône is lifted.

So, while sending people to contact the Duchy to ask for troops, he sent an envoy to the city of Kodor to order the Count of Kodor to resist the attack of the Wells Legion, and "revealed" the news that his men had been successful in Tignaz to the Count of Kodor, so as to stabilize the position of this important ally. Bernard also wrote a private letter to the envoy to bring with him, in which he promised the "benefits" to be given to the Count of Kodor after the war.

"Let's go down."

"Lord Earl, that~"

"Get out of here!" Bernard was furious. Frightened, the herald hurriedly retreated.

Thinking about the current situation, Bernard was anxious. Not long ago, the Kingdom of France and the Church of Paris publicly declared their support for Flanders, and the army of the Duchy displayed on the border was withdrawn overnight. Bernard sent several requests for the Duchy to send troops to Besançon, but each time the Dijon court sent them back for various reasons.

Just as Bernard was racking his brain to figure out how to make a comeback in an increasingly unfavorable situation, the guard outside the door suddenly knocked on the door.

"Didn't you tell you to get out!" Bernard shouted.

"Lord Earl, it's the outpost of Kodor who has returned."

Bernard quickly got up and walked out the door.

"Where are they?"

"Waiting in the hall of the lords."

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In the hall of the lord of Thorne, two hawker-like guys are standing in the hall waiting for the arrival of Count Bernard. Since escaping from the city of Kodor two days ago, in order to avoid attracting attention, the two did not buy horses until they entered the province of Saône, and hurried all the way to the city of Saône.

"Is it that the Welsh Legion has withdrawn?" Bernard, who was still outside the door of the Lord's Hall, couldn't wait to know what was going on in the south.

"Report to Lord Earl," one of them continued after glancing at the people around him, "the Count of Kodor has surrendered the city, and the Wells Legion has entered the city of Kodor. Presumably, it is already on the way to the Saône. After the report, the two lowered their heads.

"How is that possible? Their rear is already occupied by me, how can they continue to attack the city of Kodor? Bernard dragged his robe and paced back and forth in the halls of the lords.

"What about the envoy sent to the city of Kodor?" Bernard came back to his senses and immediately asked.

"The envoy did not come out after entering the Count of Kodor's mansion." The peddler quickly replied.

"No, how is that possible. How could that old guy have such guts, who gave him so much audacity! "Just as Count Kodor roared in the hall of lords, a ragged fellow walked towards the hall of lords, supported by the guards.

"Lord Count," the guard reported to Bell, "this is the soldier who has fled from Tignaz. ”

"Earl~Earl, Ti~Ti Tyniez was recaptured by them, and Governor Doyle was also killed in the city by them." The soldier fell to the ground.

At this time, Bernard's gaze gradually froze, his face slowly turned pale, and the corners of his mouth began to shake constantly......

Puff~

In an instant, Bernard fell straight to the ground, causing everyone present to panic......