"Master~Oh no~ My lord, there is another group of chasing soldiers behind, and those guys are starting to line up, and it looks like they are going to attack us." The middle-aged man under the black clover crest alerted the fat knight again, and the team at the back of the line had begun to assemble.

The fat knight lifted the reins to the right, turned his eyes to squint at the team that was getting closer and closer, and spat out, "This group of mongrels really didn't want to die for a few carts of food, I didn't want to kill anyone, it seems that I was going to force me to draw my sword." ”

The fat knight was ruthless, he didn't expect that the other party would have to catch up with him and send his life by forcibly requisitioning a few carts of grain, and loudly ordered the man on horseback next to him: "Lame, let the guys stop, you take twenty of the most elite old guys for me to drive them away, if there are uninteresting miscellaneous pieces to kill one or two, it doesn't matter." ”

A fierce-looking man with a burn on his face rode up to the fat knight. This so-called "lame" is not lame, but because he has been sitting on horseback for a long time, his legs are a little bent, and his walking posture is a little strange after dismounting, so he is called "lame".

This guy on horseback is a ruthless character, serving as the captain of the guard in the caravan before the fat knight became a knight, and after the fat man became a fat knight, this guy also became the backbone officer of the army.

"Lame" nodded coldly, turning his horse's head and ordering the soldiers to assemble and prepare to turn around and cut off the tail behind him.

A squad of soldiers of the Welsh Legion held swords, shields, and short spears in front, and a dozen or so soldiers of the baggage team held spears and leaned back to form two rows of battle formations.

The Passat had good marksmanship, and Spencer could barely open the bow, so the two of them stood on either side with two bows as a long-range attack force.

The formation fell for half a mile, occasionally firing an arrow forward to interfere, and although it did not cause damage to the enemy, it finally brought them to a halt.

Passat drew a light arrow and put it on the bowstring, pulled the bowstring and slowly walked towards the cavalry on the opposite side, aimed for a long time, and shot out with a "boom".

A little farther away, the arrow missed its head and landed far away beside the cavalry.

More than two dozen enemy soldiers pressed towards the army formation formed by Spencer Passat and the two of them, and it was obvious that the other party did not want to fight desperately for a few carts of food, and their pace was not slow, hoping that the dozen or so fellows who were pursuing would be able to retreat in spite of the difficulties, lest everyone fight with swords.

Spencer saw that the other party was menacing, and he was worried that the casualties of his baggage soldiers were too large, after all, those who chose to be baggage soldiers did not like hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield, so he inadvertently walked to the Passat on the other side and whispered: "Brother Passat, or we will retreat a few steps first, and when they retreat, we will catch up, anyway, they can't run fast with food, as long as they don't lose the reinforcements behind, they will definitely be able to catch up." ”

Paster didn't answer, he carefully looked at the enemy soldiers coming in the opposite direction, "Brother Spencer, don't be afraid, the other party is a few guys in the lead, and the rest are all soft eggs." You see that the pace of the people on both wings of them is getting slower and slower, and their bodies are getting further and further back, they are all a group of guys who are afraid of death, and their combat effectiveness is not comparable to yours, at least you are all veterans who are used to fighting on the battlefield, and you can't lose in momentum. Hold it off for me, and I'll take the soldiers to cover your retreat for a while. ”

"Brothers of the baggage team, we are all veterans of the battle, although we have never fought a big battle, but we are also men who are used to fighting, and we can't lose our momentum if we lose anything! After this battle, I will definitely find an adult to take credit for the guys. Hearing that the Passat could cover the retreat, Spencer stabilized a little, and pulled out a broadsword at his waist {Spencer is an officer, with a long sword and chain mail} loudly cheered up the baggage soldiers of the baggage team.

The grain carts were robbed, and the soldiers were already holding their breath, but now Spencer was puffing up and making promises, and the soldiers who were also panting and spitting were also cheered up, raising their short spears in their hands and pointing at the "enemy soldiers" who were slowly approaching.

"The Welsh Legion, there is no advance or retreat!"

"Roar!"

Passat shouted angrily, and a dozen neatly arranged soldiers shouted in unison.

Although they often retreated.

More than a dozen people on the side of the Wells Legion suddenly lined up and collided hard, which made the opponent hesitate a little, most of the peasant soldiers who were on the verge of conscription had not experienced battle formations, and the farmers who could fight had already been recruited by the legions in the east, and there were only seven or eight caravan guards who had some combat power here, and the strong side was a little hesitant for a while.

The two sides confronted each other at a distance of sixty or seventy paces, and neither of them took a step forward.

After a long time, the scarred man on horseback saw that it was not a matter of such a confrontation, after all, he was the one who plundered, and he was in a hurry to finish the retreat, and the fat knight also sent someone to urge him to hurry up and end the battle and retreat, so the scarred man paced the horse and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him, which was nothing more than killing people and receiving rewards.

After a few noises, the scar man led a few elites to the front and slowly rushed over......

"Guys, hold it down! Steady!! ”

Passat put down his bow and arrows, raised his broadsword and shield, and loudly stabilized the formation of the soldiers around him.

The soldiers were still a little afraid, and the soldiers were even more uncertain, and a few of the soldiers who had not seen much of the battlefield began to tremble, and their eyes were closed, as if only closing their eyes could alleviate the fear in their hearts.

With fifty paces to go, the enemy began to charge, and the scar man in front of him began to kick the horse's belly lightly to accelerate.

"Steady!!" Passat yelled again.

"Wells Legion, there is no advance or retreat!!" Spencer couldn't help but let out a loud sigh.

"Roar!!" More than a dozen soldiers on the defending side shouted in unison again.

Thirty paces, you can already hear the sound of the opponent's horses' hooves stepping on the ground and the feet of the infantry.

"Steady! Steady! Passat raised his shield to his chest, ready for the first round.

"Wells Legion, the battle will be won!" Spencer shouted again.

"Roar!! The soldiers followed the cry and in this way relieved the fear in the letter.

Twenty steps, the "enemy" grinning and pretending to be fierce can already be seen clearly.

The soldiers around Spencer also moved slightly, and several guys were no longer so steady on their feet, and they began to have a tendency to retreat.

Passat also felt the slight movement of the baggage soldiers, and he ordered the soldiers of the squad around him: "Squad of soldiers, rush forward to meet the battle!"

After all, a soldier is a soldier, afraid of death but will not back down, and the "immortal bird" was the first to respond to Passat's military order, put his shield in front of his shoulder, and turned sideways towards the "enemy formation" that was about to rush.

Spencer was also worried that some of the soldiers would retreat and cause a rout, so he immediately shouted and led the charge to follow, and the dozen or so soldiers saw that the commander had led the charge, so they could only grit their teeth and close their eyes and follow.

For a moment, both teams rushed towards the last one or two steps, and the flesh was about to splash......

At the moment when the two teams were about to collide, Spencer saw that the man with the scar on horseback who was only seven or eight steps suddenly changed his face in shock, and then he jerked the reins and turned the horse to the right flank, followed by a few slightly braver soldiers who rushed to the front looked at the back of Spencer's side with a frightened face, immediately stopped, and then turned around and ran desperately behind the scar man's horse, and finally a large group of people fell and ran to the flank.

The Passat was still confused, he didn't know why he suddenly mutated.

"The enemy was scared away by our momentum! The enemy was scared away by us! The Passat hadn't figured out the war yet, and Spencer on the other side had begun to shout.

"Boom~Boom~"

When Spencer stopped to look at the "enemy soldiers" who were fleeing, he heard a loud rumbling sound behind him, as if the earth was shaking.

The Passat turned his head to see that the "enemy" was running faster than a rabbit, and it turned out that the legionary cavalry had come to the aid of the horseback......

The battle of chopping melons and vegetables does not need to be tongue-in-cheek.

The battle was over, and the Passat and Spencer did not participate in the final pursuit, and the battle was fought with more than a dozen cavalry present, and the infantry was basically responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and counting the captures.

The Passat was not involved in cleaning up the battlefield, and with Spencer present, it was not his turn to worry about such a thing. He was leading two soldiers to interrogate the "enemy soldiers" who surrendered on their knees.

Of course, the Passat is not Ron, and he can't play with those torture tricks, anyway, before questioning, he first steps on the ground and beats him, and when he beats the people on the ground crying and shouting, he asks questions, and after asking one question, he kicks a few times and continues to ask the next question.

This trick was very effective for the prisoner who was kneeling on the ground, and after the nose was blue and the face was swollen, he asked what to say, and the knots were cured.

The interrogation was over, and Passat bent down and rubbed his ankle, twisting it as he kicked him.

After a while, the cavalry captain Spencer rode back to the first battlefield with two cavalrymen, jumped off his horse and walked towards the Passat, "Brother Lusignan, did you catch the fat pig?" The Passat was older than Lusignan, so although Lusignan was several ranks above him in the military, he was still called "brother".

Lusignion tightened the cavalry sword at his waist and glanced at the captives on the ground who had been beaten to the ground, and said with a smile: "That dead fat man is too heavy for the war horse to run at all, and we caught it after chasing it for less than a mile, I asked." Good guys, you've caught a fat pig......"

............

In the hall of the lord of Saint-Ryan City, Art was listening to the report of the battle situation from Lusignnan and the others who had just returned to the city with their captives, "Three hundred thousand Fenni to buy a lord who leads the knights?" This pig is really fat. ”

"Did he really buy a knighthood from Baron Charis? Have you cleared up? Art asked.

"Yes, that guy's name is Corris, and he is the son of a wealthy merchant in the province of Jonah, and his family has been doing business in the East, and is very wealthy. This guy's family has been merchants for generations, and their family was ready to spend money to buy a knighthood in the last war between the East and the Swabians, but at that time, 300,000 Fennig was only enough to buy a trainee knight, and they were reluctant to do it. After the Eastern War, the Eastern Army was short of pay, and his family donated 300,000 Finney military expenses from Baron Challus in exchange for the title of Lord of the Knights. Lusignan replied in the affirmative, for the fat knight could not stand the torture, and dragged him out without a few beatings.

"Challis was able to form several infantry regiments of the Jonah Legion in less than a year, and it is estimated that this kind of family is indispensable for the support of this kind of family, and it is not a loss to exchange a leading knight for 300,000 pfennig." Art had already believed the Fat Knight's confession.

"Battle damage." Art asked.

"The baggage team seriously injured two and slightly injured four, and the other party was not bold enough to dare to kill people when they grabbed things." Otto reported the battle damage.

"The cavalry team killed seven enemy soldiers during the rescue, and four were cut and wounded, and the medical team was unwilling to treat them, so it is estimated that they will not survive."

Art didn't care, "Did you ask the bastard who slashed our soldiers?" ”

"I asked, it's basically the caravan guard of the mongrel, who has been held in solitary confinement." Otto replied.

"Don't waste food, cut off the heads of these bastards and hang them on the fort gate, so that the others know what will happen to the Wells Legion."

"Yes." Otto should be down.

Otto asked, "My lord, what to do with that fat pig?" ”

Art paced a few steps in the hall and said to himself, "Since it's a fat pig, you can boil some more fat oil." What are you going to do......"

Art explained to Otto one by one, and Otto turned around and dealt with it immediately.

There were still three people left in the hall, Lusignan, Spencer, and Passat, and Art swept past Lusignan, his eyes fixed on Spencer.

"Spencer, you are a baggage officer, and it is a felony to lose your baggage, but you can personally lead the baggage soldiers to fall into the enemy and not let go to buy time for reinforcements, which is very good. This time, I will not count your dereliction of duty, I will also let the command tent check the military merits of the baggage team, and the reward will not be less than a copper coin. Of course, Spencer was happy, he thought that even if he lost his baggage, he would be able to dispose of the confiscated military salary, and now he might still get a military reward, which is naturally a thousand thanks.

Spencer's face glowed red, but Passat, who was next to Spencer, tried his best to hide his figure, preferably not to let Art discover his existence.

What should come is to come after all, Art moved to Passat's side, first looked Passat up and down, staring at this warrior who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I heard that it was because of your timely rescue that the baggage team dragged the enemy, it seems that Odo is right, you are a brave warrior."

Passat was praised as soon as he heard Art's exit, and he was relieved for most of his breath, and was about to finish receiving the reward when he heard Art's next sentence.

"I remember that Andrew's Banner was in charge of the defense of the north, why did you go to the east to patrol the sentry? And I've heard from the Judge Advocate Corps that campfires and chicken bones have been found near farms on the east side......"

............

Five days later, several old men who looked like merchants arrived in the city of Saint-Ryan, accompanied by a knight.

In the official room on the second floor of the hall of the lord, Art reclined on a chair and held a fine silver goblet filled with special wine from Podol.

On the ground in front of Yate, three wooden boxes were opened, and the wooden boxes were full of valuable raw silk, porcelain, glass, spices and other valuable goods, with a rough estimate of more than 20,000 fennig.

However, Art, who was on the chaise longue, did not even glance at it, and left everyone in the room.

After a long while, the knight couldn't help but break the silence, took out a fire paint seal from his bosom, stepped forward and respectfully presented it to Art, "Lord Art, this is a letter from Baron Charles himself, I beg you to forgive Corrynn for his recklessness. ”

Art raised his hand, took the letter handed by the knight from the knight's hand, glanced at the fire paint, and nodded, "I know what Baron Challus means, you go back and tell Baron Challus, if it weren't for him being my friend, the fat pig's head would have hung on the city's head a long time ago." Art casually placed the letter on the wooden table next to the chair, with the obvious meaning that he had left the fat pig's head enough to save face for Charis.

The knight was embarrassed for a moment, and had to retreat into his seat without further ado.

The old men who looked like merchants sitting next to the knight were still full of anticipation on the day when the knight presented the letter written by Charis, but Art threw it aside without even removing the fire paint, and the faces of several old guys condensed into ice, they had been left to dry for a day, and now they were cold and indifferent to everyone, and there was a fire in their stomachs, but the house was surrounded by heavily armed and unsightly soldiers, and several people did not even dare to lament and be angry.

There was silence in the room again.

After another moment, an old man finally couldn't help but stand up and bow deeply to Art, "Baron Art, how can you let my son go?" Please quote a price. ”

"The price? What price? I didn't invite you to trade, so I don't have a price. Art pushed back with a word, and the old man was instantly dumbfounded.

The knight who had just presented the letter quickly stood up and played a round, "Lord Art, I think old Mr. Corion did not express his consciousness clearly, he wanted to say how to make up for his son's mistakes against you and the soldiers under your command, after all, they are all in the same camp, and Sir Corion's behavior is too despicable. ”

"Oh, that's what you're talking about. It's very simple, I've listed a few charges for Corine, so let's hear them first. ”

"Ron." Art waved at Ron behind him.

Ron took out a piece of parchment and read aloud: "Baron of the Frontier of the Count of Burgundy, Knight of the Court Guard, Adjutant of the Eastern Frontier of the Imperial Court, Patrol Officer of the Southern Border, and Captain of the Legion of Wales, Arte Wood Wells, has reported that when he led his army to garrison Saint-Ryan, he was recently plundered by the rebels of the grain and grass, and the rebels killed fifteen of our soldiers and plundered countless military resources...... After investigation, the commander of the rebel army was the knight of the Eastern Frontier, who was suspected of being instructed by the Western Army to sabotage our army's baggage ......"

Ron's voice is getting louder and louder, and everyone in the room is getting more and more unable to sit still, and it is true that Corion has robbed a few truckloads of food for a while, but it is a big crime to say that he killed more than a dozen friendly soldiers and looted countless military funds, not to mention that he was instructed by the Western Army to destroy the baggage of the Eastern Army.

The old man stood up suddenly, "Lord Arte, you are framed!" I've asked the messengers from Corion's men, and they say they've only forcibly requisitioned a few truckloads of grain—"

Art interrupted the old man's words with a wave of his hand, took another confession handed by Ron, and said, "I have here a confession signed by your son, Mr. Corrain, as a businessman, your son's words are really ugly. ”

The angry old man sat down all at once.

"This charge is too long, I'll give you a look at it and see how much you're willing to pay to take this charge. ”

"The Knights of Corion: One of them led an army to loot friendly troops and kill friendly soldiers;"

Art finished speaking and looked at the old man sitting opposite.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and replied in a deep voice: "Although you have already taken back the grain, I am still willing to return your baggage twice, and five carts of grain are worth 10,000 fennigs at the highest price in the war zone, and I will compensate you 20,000 fennigs." In addition, I am willing to take 10,000 pfennigs as compensation for the wounded soldiers. ”

Yate arranged it or not, and was silent.

"Second, it is very likely that Kerry is a rebel planted by the Western Army, and I have Kerion's confession here, which is made of parchment, and it is not easy to tear up."

Art continued to look at the old man.

The old man's emotions were obviously agitated, this was completely framed, he knew that his son did not have that courage and brain, but now that his son was in the hands of others, he had to submit.

"Lord Art, this must be something that my son signed indiscriminately when he was sick, I hope you can send someone to verify and interrogate again, I am willing to donate 50,000 pfennigh to the invincible Welsh Legion as military expenses to help you defeat the Western Army, which is enough to show the absolute loyalty of the Corion family to the entire East and the Jonah court."

Art was in a bad mood after hearing this, and expected 80,000 Fennig to send him away, afraid that he would still think of himself as the civilian patrol officer a few years ago, but Art did not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"Well, that's good. I think Mr. Corion is very sincere, and I think that Sir Corion will only steal the things of friendly troops when his head is in water, and as for being a rebel, it is just nonsense. ”

Everyone in the room breathed a long sigh of relief, the matter was unexpectedly resolved, and several old men softened their faces and prepared to get up and take Crane to leave.

Art stood up and clapped his hands, "Alright guys, there's only one thing left for now." Before you go, give me back the pay that Sir Crane took from my baggage team, and hundreds of soldiers in my army will be waiting for it. ”

The air in the room suddenly condensed.

"Ya~Lord Arte~I didn't hear clearly~What did you say~?"

"I said that my army had a sum of military pay and put it in that batch of military rations and transported it back to the city to pay for it, and now the food has been found, but I have not found the iron box containing the military salary."

The knight glanced blankly at the few people around him, and stammered and asked, "How much ~ how much military salary?" ”

"200,000 pfennigs, all gold!"

"Ah!!!!h

"It's blackmail! You are worthy of the title of despicable! The other old merchant, who had not spoken, was finally angry.

"Ron, send Sir and the three old gentlemen out of the city, and by the way, lead the guards to personally deliver this charge and Corryne's head to the Chinese army camp tent of Earl Balwin, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Army."

Art turned and left the office without looking back.