"Sergeant Major, can the enemy believe our begging?"

"Unless the enemy is an idiot, they will never believe us. The Welsh Legion has been scheming all the way, and our enemies must have heard of us for a long time. ”

"That"

"I'm gambling that they want us to surrender too. The enemy's goal was Fort Marcy, and I guess they didn't know it had been taken. Now that they are blocked here, they want to end the battle as soon as possible to support Fort Marsey. In that case, why don't we give them a chance to lay down their arms and have a good talk, so that we can avoid unnecessary casualties and do our best to fulfill the orders of the adults. ”

Jafar, who was standing on the side, dragged his chin with his right hand and nodded thoughtfully in agreement, but his face still hung grimly, and the blood stains on his forehead and cheeks could be faintly seen from several fighting enemies.

"What if the enemy sees through our tricks, we have lost more than 20 soldiers in recent days, including two squad leaders and a squadron leader, and many wounded, if the enemy forces again, with our remaining forces, I am afraid." Jafar frowned suddenly, wiped his hands from his nearly exhausted eyes, and then fixed his eyes on Angus.

Angus certainly knows that Jafar's concerns are justified.

"Brother Jafar", Angus stretched out his right hand and gently patted the shoulder of Jafar, who was standing on the right side, accompanied by a sound of chain mail, and then said, "All of you here are people who lead troops to fight, and you have already put life and death aside, the more times like this, as the senior commander of the legion, the more necessary it is for us to take the lead, only if we stabilize our position, the soldiers below dare to fight the enemy." Besides, whether or not the enemy will believe that we have surrendered, even if they do not, it will not necessarily be us who will fall in the end, and the adults will definitely send troops to rescue us. Angus looked up in the direction of Fort Marcy.

Jafar nodded heavily, and his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed two punches to the left.

"Swear allegiance to your lordship!"

"Swear allegiance to your lordship!" The surrounding officers spoke in unison.

A middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved chain mail, a gold wire trimmed sash around his waist, an off-white cloak robe, a barrel helmet, and a silver glittering knight's broadsword in his left hand turned his back to the gate of the command camp tent, pacing back and forth, from time to time brushing the few gray beards on his chin with his right hand.

Just as the officers were talking in private. The Viscount turned to the commanders who were sitting on either side of the wooden tables in the center of the tent, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

When the officers saw the Viscount's speech, they first looked left and right, hoping that others would express some high opinions. No one answered. Seeing this, the Viscount of the leading soldiers glanced at this group of guys who only knew how to loot the grease and ointment of the territory people, and suddenly became angry. He opened his throat and shouted: "You group of waste, one by one you can fight for a little bit of petty profit, and even fight hard, and now when you are fighting, you are reluctant to pay money and materials, and you are reluctant to give people, and when it comes to distributing the spoils after the war, one will say more than one another, and one can fight more than the other." ”

"If it weren't for the Marquis's edict to reward two thousand pfennig for killing one enemy, and two for killing two enemies to be promoted to Lord Knight, you would be willing to let your men desperately attack that group of mongrels of the Welsh legion."

What the Viscount of the Leader said is the truth, killing the enemy is the fastest way to get money and the fastest way to get an official and a knight. As long as they give their subordinates enough confusion, they can even fight to the death, after all, there are too few such opportunities, and everyone wants to seize them. However, Kodor had not fought for many years, and was dedicated to agriculture and business, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers was far inferior to that of other provinces, so he had no choice but to kill and wound the enemy by filling in the head, which indirectly led to the battle loss ratio reaching an astonishing close to ten to one. Although they had one hundred and fifty heavy cavalry with excellent strength, in the face of that kind of unprecedented car formation, the cavalry advantage could not be maximized at all.

"Seeing the things that are open to money, seeing that they are about to be unable to bear it, they sent people to ask for peace, but you don't even have the slightest idea." After that, the Viscount of the leading soldier was flushed, took two sips of beer from the wooden cup on the table, wiped the remaining juice on his beard, and burped twice

At this moment, a young knight looked up at the viscount who was angry, and said angrily, "That group of bastards may have surrendered." ”

The Viscount of the Leader fixed his eyes on the young knight and looked him up and down. Yes, he remembers this guy well, this damn guy. Maybe because of his bravery, or maybe because of the same ambition as everyone else, for the head of two thousand pfennigs and a higher level, he led his soldiers to rush to the front, of course, the closer to the car formation, the faster the speed to meet God, but this guy was lucky, only slightly wounded, by the soldier of the Will Soldier Regiment at the rear of the car formation with a bow and arrow wounded in the arm. But his soldiers were deprived of God's blessing and suffered heavy casualties.

The viscount motioned for him to continue.

The young knight stood up, his left hand holding the wound on his right arm, which was still soaked in bright red blood.

"Please think about it, my lord, why those bastards have been entangled with us for several days, why they suddenly came to beg for surrender today, this is obviously buying time for the army that captured Marsy Fort."

The young knight swallowed and continued.

"Fort Marcy is built on a high place, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will certainly not be able to be captured by an ordinary army in ten days and a half months. Our army has been haunted by the mongrels of the Welsh Regiment all the way north, whose purpose is to delay our advance and buy time for the main attacking army. Seeing that we would be able to reach Fort Marcy in one day, they suddenly came to beg for surrender, and there must be a plan in this. ”

"I am afraid that all of you have heard of the scheming of the Welsh Legion, that even the Swabian and Lombard armies have suffered their losses, and even Lord Bernard has not been spared, how can we easily believe that they have come to surrender."

The Viscount touched his gray beard, and a slight smile spread across his face. said to the officers in front of him, "Look at it, take a good look, if we had a few more guys with brains and courage like this, we would have chopped those miscellaneous pieces to the end a long time ago." ”

While the viscount was talking, a man who looked like a lord spoke.

"Your Excellency Viscount, what if those southern barbarians really surrender to us"

"Once they are sincere, we can directly lead our troops north and quickly support Marssiburg, and join forces with the army sent by the Marquis to besiege the Welsh Legion." The lord had clearly thought about it.

The Viscount of the Leader fell into deep thought again.

After a while, after the argument of the people in the command camp, the viscount of the leading soldiers decided to test the other party first, asking the other party to put down the weapons in his hand, open the car formation and surrender. If not, attack at all costs.

Beneath the hill on the road to Fort Marssi, near the side of the hill in the Welsh Legion blocking cara, Angus was discussing with Jafar and Lunician, who had been wounded by an arrow in the waist, to plan for the next wave of enemy attacks.

At this moment, the sentry hurried to several people.

"Report to your lordship, the enemy has sent someone to shout, just a stone's throw outside the car array."

The three of them looked at each other. Angus said, "It's finally here!" ”

He walked towards the top of the formation.

It was none other than the young knight of Kodor who had been wounded by an arrow.

An arrow away, the young knight shouted loudly for the other party to send someone who could call the shots to negotiate the surrender, the haughty posture of the victor. He was followed by two hoplites, broadsword in his right hand and shield in his left. Although there was a bit of arrogance in his words, the young knight never dared to take half a step forward. He knew in his heart that this group of guys was like wolves that had been hungry for a few days, biting people when they saw them, regardless of the large number of opponents, the will to fight was extremely strong, the tactical movements were very standardized, and the discipline was strict, which was definitely incomparable to the Kodor army, just like the Besançon Palace Guard. Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, his dead and wounded soldiers and the arrow wound on his right arm were the best proof of this.

Angus was seen on the carriage, with a coat of arms behind him that was clearly worthy of only knights. The young knight greeted politely, "Hello, knight. I have come to tell your legion on the orders of the Viscount of the Southern Frontier of Kodor that as long as you lay down your weapons and open your chariot formation to accept the surrender of the Viscount, the Viscount promises that you will not be guilty of the past and let you live. And I will give you some food, water, and silver and gold and goods, and you may disperse yourself. ”

Angus gazed at the young knight, his swarthy skin glowing in the afternoon sun, and the knight's heraldic banner swaying from side to side in the breeze. After listening to the young knight's words, Angus politely replied, "Hello, honorable knight. After several days of fierce fighting, it was obvious that we could no longer support it, we had insufficient water and food, and we suffered heavy casualties. There was news from Marssi Castle that Lord Yat had attacked unfavorably and could not break through the strong city of Marcy Fort, which was as strong as a boulder fortress, and that hundreds of Welsh legion soldiers had piled up under the strong city. ”

Angstone paused, his face solemn, his face helpless, and sighed. Jafar and Luci, who were standing behind Angus's chariot, covered their mouths and smiled, they had never seen their sergeant major so able to fool people, and if they hadn't worked together for so long, they couldn't believe it. Lusignnan laughed as she clutched her wounds.

Angus sighed and continued.

"I have already advised my lords not to go deep into Kodor Forte alone, let alone to capture the impregnable fortress of Fort Marssi. First, we have no backup, and second, we have penetrated deep into the enemy's territory, and we cannot supply food and baggage at all, and it is a dead end to capture Fort Marsi. ”

Angstone paused, looked at the young knight opposite him with a proud face, and continued.

"Now what I said has been fulfilled, the Marquis of Kodor in the north has sent troops to encircle and suppress us, and now the south is also chasing soldiers, we have no way out, I can't watch my soldiers die in vain, so I am willing to surrender to the viscount. But after a few days of fierce fighting between you and me, hundreds of Kodor soldiers were killed and wounded, and if my men laid down their weapons and opened the cart formation, I am afraid that the Kodor soldiers would slaughter us as if we were chopping melons and vegetables. ”

"So please go back and tell the Viscount that it is okay for us to surrender, but we need the Viscount to promise in front of all the officers and soldiers in the honor of the Viscount of the Earl and the nobles of the Earl that he will never slaughter any Welsh legionnaire who lays down his arms and walks out of the formation."

The young knight thought for a while, and although he was full of hatred for the group of murderous devils in front of him, he heard that Marsy Fort had not yet been breached, and that the Welsh army had lost hundreds of men, so he relaxed his vigilance and said to Angus, "Please wait a moment, Lord Knight, and I will go back and tell Lord Viscount, I believe that Lord Viscount will let you go." With that, he ran towards his command's tent.

Angus breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the young knight drifting away. But he knew that his move could only delay the enemy for a while, and when the other party reacted, he would definitely launch a final attack on his position with the fiercest attack.