At noon on the third day, a large crowd of people gathered in front of the tavern next to the square.

In the tavern, Angus held the shopkeeper's collar in one hand and a bartender's head in the other, "Fatty, hand over the money or let me beat you up and throw you naked in the street." ”

Angus wanted to go to the tavern to find the shopkeeper to borrow some Finney, go to the city to buy a set of fitted clothes, and then buy a short sword, and then go to Art, he can't go to the house empty-handed~

When he arrived at the store, he learned that Art had paid off his debts for him, and that he had been extorted a lot of money by the owner, and Angus was so angry that he beat up several bartenders and men in the tavern.

"Kill me, kill me, don't try to take a copper coin from me......" The fat shopkeeper said through gritted teeth at Angus with bruised eyes, and then the sound of fists and flesh and the screams of the innkeeper came from the tavern......

After a while, an Angus, dressed in a shabby linen coat and coarse cloth shorts, with a cloth belt around his waist, came out of the tavern, holding an ale vase in his left hand and a money bag containing twenty small silver shillings in his right, and headed for the tailor's and weapons shops in the city......

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On the west side of the barracks in Besançon Church Square, in Arte's military tent, Cooper and Sarth, the directors of the caravan who had just finished trading southern goods from Lucesinn, were reporting to Art about the trade in Lucesinn.

"My lord, we sold most of the goods in Lusesin this time, and sold a total of thirteen thousand two hundred and fifty-three phenels, and after deducting the principal, we made a total of nine thousand one hundred and eighty pfennigs; The remaining spices, silk, and a small amount of porcelain are estimated to buy 8,000 pfennigs, and an estimated net profit of 6,000 pfennigs. I had planned to buy some more goods after Lucseen had emptied the southern cargo, but the profit was too small and we hurried to meet you in Besançon, so I agreed with the old butler not to make any more stops in Lucésen. ”

"You didn't get troubled when you traded in the city, did you?" Art asked, after all, they were foreign merchants.

"It's not difficult, after all, there is a shortage of goods in the south now, and we have fewer goods......"

Salter gave a detailed report to Art on the caravan's trade profits.

After listening to the two caravans, Art instructed the two caravans, "Okay, we will train in Besançon in the next week." You dispose of the valuable southern goods in your hands as soon as possible, and then buy goods from here to sell them all over the south, but it is estimated that you will not be able to go from the south to Besançon before the army starts, so if the army leaves, you will set out directly from Besançon, and follow us along the King's Road to the southeast of Talburg, remember, when you set out from Besançon to catch up with us, all the goods of the caravan will be exchanged for food, supplies and weapons, and the specific amount will be discussed with Otto in a while. ”

Cooper and Salter agreed and went out of the tent.

In the open space outside the city, thirty armed peasant soldiers were being trained by Odo, they were all farmers recruited from the direct domain of Earl Balwyn, most of them were yeoman farmers, who had brought their own food and weapons for forty days' military service, and their weapons were of various forms, except for a few wealthy peasant soldiers, who carried short swords and short spears, axes and hammers, and other weapons, most of the peasant soldiers only brought their home sickles, iron forks, and other agricultural tools as weapons; The peasants who came to serve as laborers did not even bring a single stick, but all of them came to serve in a tattered linen cloth with some miscellaneous grains and broken wheat.

"Listen, listen, since you have been sent to us, you must follow our rules. Anyone who does not follow the rules will be severely punished. ”

"In the next week, you will be trained by me, and I will organize the twelve men who have performed well in the training into two squads, and the peasants of these two squads will not only be provided with sufficient food and weapons by us for free, but will also receive a salary of four finneys a week. It's all up to you! So, for the next few days, you're going to train me desperately, and we're going to pick only the best twelve! Otto stood in front of the peasant soldiers, barely lined up in three rows, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Odo turned to the servant farmer who was standing crookedly on the other side and said, "The same is true of you twenty people, if there are any people who are willing to be trained and selected, you can also stand on the side of the peasants and train together, and if you can be selected in a few days, you will also enjoy special treatment."

A few young men from the peasant army were eager to try, but they were stopped by some of the older men, because they knew that they could hide from the battle while they were servants, and if they went to be peasants, they would not dare to flee from the battle formation, otherwise they would be beheaded by the military judge on the spot.

"Okay, since you don't want to live a good life, then forget it, but you can't be idle during this time before the army starts, leaving six of the stronger ones here to receive the most basic training, and the others will all be sent outside the city to dredge the moat for a while, which is the task assigned by the palace......"

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Art kept pacing in his tent, he didn't go to supervise the training of the army and peasants today, he was still waiting for someone to come.

Three days had passed since he met Sergeant Major Angus, but Angus had never stepped into the barracks.

"Am I mistaken?" The doubts in Art's heart are getting heavier and heavier, and the sense of loss is getting heavier and heavier.

After waiting for another half an afternoon, Art finally gave up, maybe he really saw the wrong person, or with his current conditions, he couldn't let an excellent warrior take the initiative to take refuge, so Art put on his armor, hung up his weapons and left the barracks and came to the open space outside the East City Gate, where three teams of soldiers and a team of sentry cavalry were training in battle formations, and thirty peasant soldiers also picked up sticks and wooden forks in the roar of Odo and learned the movements of the soldiers to slash and stab~

Ignoring the training of the soldiers, as they had their own squad leaders to supervise, Art went directly to the place where the peasants were trained.

Otto left the peasant team and went straight to Art, "My lord, these guys were farmers plowing the fields a few days ago, and it is really difficult to train them like soldiers, if I can have a month or two, I can barely let them complete the basic training, but now we only have a week, I'm afraid it~"

Art glanced at the tired and crooked peasant army, thought for a while, and said to Odo: "You can't train alone, so let all the soldiers of your third squad come out to train these peasants, and each of the five soldiers will train six peasants, and you will be responsible for guiding and supervising the soldiers to train the peasants, and if anyone trains well or who trains the peasants after a week there are more people who are selected, I will give a reward, and select a peasant soldier to give the instructor who trained them, Wufenni."

Otto lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile: "My lord, this method is good, the soldiers are familiar with our training, it is better to let them train the peasants, and it is much better to train six people alone than to train thirty people alone."

"Well, let's do it!" Art commanded.

Otto led the order to the third squad, and after a while, the soldiers of the third squad began to select the six peasant soldiers they had trained~

Seeing that the soldiers of the third squad led the peasants into training, and then came to Bastúba and Kazak's squad to instruct, he came to Ron's sentry cavalry and personally took a few sentry horses to practice archery......

While Art and the Sentinels were sweating profusely, Spenser, the baggage officer, ran to the training ground outside the city, and found Art reporting that a ranger-like man had broken into the barracks to find him.

Art hurriedly mounted his horse and galloped back to the military camp in the city.

A man in a long travel hood, a cowhide belt around his waist, a short sword cross-body, and a long-handled battle axe stood at the gate of the camp of Arter, shaking his head and looking at the six servant farmers who were being trained by Lawrence in the camp.

Art jumped off his horse and came to Angus and hugged him tightly for a while, "Sergeant Major, you're here after all!" ”

Angus patted Yat on the shoulder and said, "Yat, you said that you have only a dozen or so farmers who don't even have weapons, and you still have several military tents~ Who do you show them?" ”

Art looked at the labor farmers who were training on the side, and said embarrassedly: "These are all military labor, and my soldiers are training outside the city. ”

Angus turned his head and looked at it, and said, "That's pretty much it, by the way, you don't call me any sergeant major in the future, just call me Angus." ”

"Then take me to see your soldiers, I need to know if I can leave my body to a bunch of unknown fellows."

"Of course, Sergeant Major, come with me." Art stepped out of the way and made a gesture of please.

"Spencer, go find a tavern in the city, and I'll give me a banquet for my Sergeant-Major, my benefactor, His Excellency Angus Doyle, when I was in the Order."

Angus stopped, turned to Spencer behind him, and said, "Man, you don't need to go to the one on the east side of the square, I guess the shopkeeper won't welcome me." ”

Spencer was inexplicable, and Art guessed that Angus might have lost face in the tavern on the east side of the square and didn't want to go again, and whispered to Spencer to find another tavern......

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Angus looked at the thirty or so black-robed soldiers in front of him, and he couldn't believe that this was an army of probationary knights, "Wasn't the Wells family stripped of their land?" They were all the army left behind by your father? ”

"Sergeant Major, black burqa and cape, these are the soldiers I started training last winter, most of them have already experienced battles, but most of them have fought with bandits, and only once have they fought ambushes with the Lombard army. Next to me were the peasant soldiers sent to me by Earl Balwin, the deputy minister of the court, who had just been trained today. What you see in the camp are the Count's assignment to me and my own servitude, and I have a caravan with the army......" Art also felt an irrepressible sense of pride.

Angus was still a little skeptical, "Where did you get so much money to feed so many people?" ”

"Most of them were stolen from the mountain bandits, and I also worked as a caravan guard, and I also made some money by trading southern goods......

Angus was amazed, looked at the soldier in front of him and asked, "How many times a week do your soldiers train?" ”

"Except for Sundays and during the battle, I have to train every morning, noon and evening at other times, mainly for individual combat skills training and battle formation combat training."

"Where did you get this gang from?"

"Most of them are refugees from the south, and there are also a lot of laborers, miners, and a small number of subdued mountain bandits......"

"Awesome! You actually use the training rhythm of the knights of the Holy Order to train these peasant homeless people~"

"Sergeant Major, do you want to test their strength?"

"Of course~"

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As night fell, a secluded tavern west of Besançon was bustling with activity, with the commander of the army squad and above, and the three members of the caravan with the caravan of Coober, Saltreus, all attending the banquet held by Art for Angus. The dinner was not lavish, and the tavern had a limited number of dishes, nothing more than bread roast and onion and pear stew with some minced meat and peas, but the drinks were good, and everyone had already drunk two full barrels of light ale.

Except for Art, everyone was from a civilian background, without much concern and arrogance, and several commanders of the army began to call each other brothers after a few rounds of drinking with Angus, and Angus did not refuse to come, and quickly mingled with everyone.

"Sergeant Major, how's it going? Would you like to join me? At the end of the banquet, Art made a clear invitation to Angus.

The crowd fell silent, staring at Angus for a clear answer.

Angus glanced at the crowd, raised his glass, and said in a loud voice, "In the name of God, I, Angus Doyle, am willing to fight side by side with Art Wood Wells and his brothers until the last drop of blood is drained. ”

"In the name of God!"

"In the name of God!!"

Cheers !!