Art's eyes widened, he didn't know how to describe the group that appeared on the southern road and walked slowly towards the recruiting office, refugees? Refugee? Beggar? Anyway, if anyone dared to say that this was an army that had come to fight for war, Art would have gouged out his eyeballs and stewed soup for himself to drink.

This is a very special team, the whole team is led by a chubby man riding a lame horse and wearing a thick cotton robe, the fat man has not even a weapon on his body, followed by the man on horseback is a dozen soldiers carrying spears and sticks, pinned to a single sword and short sword, wearing tattered armor, these guys can only guess that it may be about the same as soldiers, because their armor and weapons are really shabby, and there is not the slightest spirit on their old and numb faces.

Behind the dozen or so soldiers was a long line of homeless people, including old men carrying rag bags, cripples with wooden sticks, peasant women leading sheep and chickens, and young children shaking big snot.

Except for the absence of young men, there is no shortage of anyone here.

It must be corrected that if the dozen or so "soldiers" at the head of the team who are over a few decades old and whose grandchildren can run all over the ground can be regarded as young and strong, this team is still young and strong.

Before the Yat and the others could come to their senses, the man on horseback had already led the team close to the recruitment office, and several vigilant soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"I'm the lord near Capredière to the south, and my name is Bob? Wolfgang, you can call me Bob. The soldiers at the sentry have already confirmed my identity, do you want me to confirm it for you again? The fat man on the back of the horse grabbed the saddle of the horse and came to the black-robed soldier with the help of the soldier, his tone was very calm, and he did not get angry at the soldier's obstruction, obviously this is not the first time he has suffered such a situation.

"This is Bob? Baron Volgan! The soldier next to the fat man finally couldn't help but remind.

The black-robed soldier was suspicious and turned his gaze to the Yates on the side.

Art was also curious about this strange team, he raised his hand to signal the black-robed soldier not to be nervous, and then walked up to the fat man with great interest, "Are you a baron?" ”

The fat man looked Art up and down, and then replied respectfully, "Your Excellency, my name is Bob?" Wolfgang, from a territory near Capredière, and though I hate to admit it, I am indeed a baron. Bob shrugged and shook his chubby head.

This Bob is not the same Tignets sheriff who opposed Yat when he was a Border Patrolman.

When Art heard that he was still a baron, he couldn't help but be even more curious, this was the most shabby and unsightly baron he had ever seen.

"Hello, Baron Bob. Am I Ath? Wood? Wells. Art politely bowed to Bob before introducing himself.

The fat man's squinted eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Art with an expression of disbelief for a few moments, "You, you are the Baron Yat who killed countless Swabians?" I didn't expect to meet a real person so soon! ”

The fat man's excitement didn't seem to be faked.

"Baron Bob, are you~?" Art gestured to the large team behind Bob.

"Lord Art, you don't have to call me Baron Bob, you can just call me Bob."

"These are all the people of my father's and brother's domain"

Listening to the simple self-description of the poor baron in front of him, Art actually had a strange feeling.

It turns out that this one is called Bob? The fat guy of Wolfgang was the second son of a frontier baron on the border, and his family had a manor, a village, and two farms as fiefs, but his father had been killed by the Swabians in the Swabian invasion of the country a few years earlier, and the family's fief had been usurped by the Schwabians.

Later, Burgundy regained the lost land, and in order to punish the Wolfgang family for losing their land, the Besançon court deprived the Wolfgang family of two farms.

Bob's brother inherited the barony, the barony, and the only remaining manor or village.

A few months ago, Swabian invaded the border again, and the Wolfgang family was on the border, and in order to take revenge and defend against the enemy, Bob's simple-minded and well-limbed baron knight brother forcibly recruited all the young men in the territory to fight the enemy, only to be wiped out in less than two weeks, and his brother was trampled into flesh by the heavy hooves of Schwabian's heavy horses, leaving only one arm to return home.

Bob has no intention of titles and fiefs. He has not been loved by his father and brother since he was a child, and no one paid attention to him after his mother's death, the only thing that could accompany him since he was a child was those books locked in the castle, and he had no other hobbies except reading, his father had forced him to practice the seven skills of knights, hoping that he could become a knight under his brother's command, but this fat boy had no interest in those things of knights at all, and because of his bloated body and inconvenient mobility.

This fat man, who has not been valued since he was a child, is only a trainee knight.

Both father and brother were killed in battle, and Bob had to inherit the baronial title. Obviously, inheriting the title at this time is not something to be happy about, and the Swaper is about to come with a sword, and the territory is no longer defenseless.

At the critical moment, Bob chose to run away without the slightest hesitation.

However, Bob's escape was not to pack up his gold and silver and run across the horse, he actually took all the people in the territory away, and there was no one left

"I just thought that these lords had been with the Wolfgang family for a hundred years, and I really couldn't bear to have them slaughtered by the Schwabians again, and I firmly believed that as long as the lords around me remained, I could always build another barony, so he took them all with him, no less."

"But during this time, we have been living in other people's territory, and now we have no food left, and the money and supplies we brought from the village are quickly exhausted. No, I heard that you have called up an army on a large scale, so I brought all the people with me. ”

Bob said it easily, but Art knew that it would not be easy for him, if he only cared about the safety of himself and a few cronies, he could live well as an heir to the baron, but now the two hundred tails behind him are purely two hundred burdens, and no matter how strong the body is, it will have to be dragged to death, not to mention that the body in front of him is by no means strong.

Art glanced at the team behind Bob, the old man was coughing, the child was crying, and the women looked helplessly at the old man and child around him.

"I'm sorry Baron Bob, I'm not a church almshouse, I don't accept refugees, I want to recruit troops who can go with me to war." Art rejected Bob outright without the slightest hesitation.

Bob was not the least surprised by this result, nor was he the slightest bit annoyed by Art's refusal, "Lord Art, I know that these people can't fight for you, but there are still many people who can work, blacksmiths, carpenters, leathermen, tailors, hunters and soldiers, although they are all old fellows (the younger ones have followed his brother into meat under the Swabian iron hooves), but they can still squeeze some oil, as for those women, they are all very hard-working people, as long as they give a bowl of rye paste every day, They can work better than men. ”

"Lord Arte, if you can command these people, I don't want a single copper coin, you will treat them as hard labor, and your army also needs a fire to cook, cut down trees or something, right? Just give me some food, and you'll be the driver, including me. There was a hint of begging in Bob's tone.

"Baron Bob, I'm short of food and I can't supply my army right now. But I admire your kindness, and I will give you two hundred pounds of grain, and you should take your subjects to the hinterland, where there may be a way to live. Art said as he turned to leave.

Bob immediately stepped forward, "Lord Art, half a manor!" If you can give me hope that these lords behind me will survive, I will give you half of the manor, and I can write the paperwork at once. Of course, I won't be able to make good on my promise until you regain the lost ground. ”

Art stopped, it was the first time he saw the lord who had exchanged his territory in order to keep the lowly people alive, and he was a little moved.

"Three hundred pounds of grain, save enough to eat enough for you to go to the next county." Art didn't take over the bunch of burdens after all.

In the days that followed, Brammon received troops from all over the world, and soon gathered more than 1,200 troops and miscellaneous soldiers from all over the country.

Otto rushed back to Bramont City, and Obote, the patrol captain who had arrived from the Barony of the Southern Valley, also led Redogan and Benson and others to Bramont City with more than forty soldiers who had rushed in advance.

The number of troops at Art's disposal has exceeded 2,500, of which more than 1,200 are directly under his own army.

Thousands of men consumed a huge amount of food every day, but in order to establish a basic command system for this patchwork army, Yate repeatedly convened the commanders of the various armies to discuss the army, and after a long debate and compromise, the more than 1,200 local troops were finally reluctantly organized into several sub-regiments (the command system of the Jonah Frontier Corps was perfect, so there was no need to worry).

The army, which numbered more than 2,500 men, was divided into two combat units and one baggage unit.

The Jonah Frontier Garrison of Ater was mainly responsible for fighting Swabian reinforcements and fending off the offensive of the Swabian outlying army.

The combined armies of the eastern frontiers were commanded by Viscount Jörn, with three barons of the frontier and seven or eight knights of the defeated army as the main commanders, who were responsible for the assault on Fort Genet.

The miscellaneous soldiers and servants who had been cut off from the various armies formed a baggage force, led by Spencer, the baggage officer under the command of Art, and assisted by several officials and squires in the border areas, these three hundred or so men were mainly responsible for the purchase and collection of food supplies, the supply of food, the construction of barracks, and the making of siege equipment for the storming of castles.

On the third Wednesday of December, a letter from the flying pigeons of Jonah arrived at the hall of Lord Bramont.

Art and Viscount Jon, who were holding a pre-war military meeting, slapped the table after reading the fire paint letter, "The Jonah court and the command camp of the Chinese army of the Liberation Army have authorized us to send troops to regain the lost territory!" The Duchy of Burgundy will send troops to the north to intimidate the Duchy of Swabia! ”

The war is on.