What brought them into town! Fifty of you cavalry can't even beat that group of peasants! What do I raise you for? ”

In the camp of the northern army of Kodor, after listening to the report of the Kodor leading knights who had fled all the way, Count Kodor roared loudly. His roar could be heard throughout the barracks.

He thought that his cavalry would be more than enough to deal with a few untouchables with farm tools in hand, but he never thought that he would be beaten and fled. This damaged his face, and he took out his anger on the hapless knight.

"Lord Earl, we had already surrounded them, but who knew that a group of cavalry of the Welsh Legion and more than a hundred armored infantry suddenly rushed out of the city, and we were outnumbered......" The leading knight touched his arm that had just been bandaged by the healer, and lowered his head innocently.

"Forget it, I didn't expect you to wipe out those mongrels." Count Kodor straightened up his valuable Milan plate armor and said with a sigh. It maintains the noble and elegant image of the aristocracy.

"Are you sure they only have reinforcements from the hundred men?" The Count asked again.

"I'm sure, Lord Count." Seeing that the Count was no longer angry, the knight hurriedly replied. "After they entered the city, I sent people to check the mountain road to the east, and there was no sign of other reinforcements."

The Count of Kodor paced back and forth in front of the wooden table in the middle of the command tent, listening thoughtfully to the report of the knight leading the troops.

"Lord Count." A burly, eye-catching baron at the table, wearing long-sleeved chain mail, a broadsword at his waist, and cowhide boots, stood up and said.

"Now that enemy reinforcements have entered the city, see if we can start attacking the mongrels in Fort Marcy."

The Count turned and looked down at the fellow. Smiled with satisfaction: "Well, yes, this is what my officer of Kodor should look like." ”

Encouraged by the Earl's appreciation, the Baron immediately went to Count Kodor and begged for his life.

"Lord Earl, I would like to be the first to lead my troops to attack Fort Marsey, rush in and cut off the heads of a few untouchables and give them to Lord Earl!" The baron said confidently.

"Hahaha......" the count laughed. Obviously, he was happy with the guy in front of him. "Young man, I admire your courage and loyalty, but......" the Count paused, "this time the capture of Fort Marcy is mainly by besieging the city, and they will be trapped for ten days and half a month, and when they run out of food and grass, they will naturally come out on their knees and beg me to let them live." ”

"Yes, yes......" The officers in the camp all cater to the Earl's clever strategy. Seeing this, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the earl's mouth......

"Good!"

In the hall of the lord of Fort Marsey, Art, who was discussing with a group of officers, was overjoyed when he heard the news from the herald sent by Phoenix.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news for you, the Sapp army and the Midsummer army are all in position and will launch an attack on the southern army of Kodor tomorrow night."

When everyone heard the news, they were excited and discussed. They're finally going to do it to the Kodorians. These days, the Wells legions hiding in Fort Marsey are holding their breath, and they want to rush out and kill all the Kodor mongrels at all times.

According to the previous deployment, Yate's reinforcements were all in place at this time.

The Antayas Division, which had been fighting the northern army of Kodor during the day, had completed its mission. The appearance of the Antayas army made the Kodorians think that this was Yate's reinforcements, in order to confuse the Kodorians and make them let their guard down.

Most of the Bass legions hid in the dense forests of the mountains, waiting for the Kodor army to attack the city by surprise. This is the sword of the battle, and the defenders of the city are just a decoy.

After the military council, Art called Baron Antayas to the side hall of the lord's hall alone.

"Baron Antayas, thank you for leading your troops to help in the war." Art said sincerely.

"I am willing to serve my lordship!" Antayas touched his chest with his right hand and bowed to Ater.

"Good!" Art replied satisfied. Go on.

"You should know that this battle is not trivial, and it is related to the overall situation of Besançon's court. Only when we defeat the Kodor army, go all the way to the city of Kodor, threaten the province of Saône, and form a flank attack with the new monarch against the court of the province of Saône, can we achieve the final victory. ”

Antayas nodded in agreement.

"This is a good opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and you have to seize it." Art patted Antayas's shoulder and said earnestly.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will swear to the death!" Antayas spoke in an impassioned tone.

This is Yat's usual practice, using military exploits to make his subordinates work for him. Of course, he never treated anyone who was loyal to him.

"Plus, I'll give you one more mission." Art called out to Antaas and whispered in his ear, "You're ...... the next afternoon."

That night, taking the opportunity of the reinforcements led by Antayas, Yat ordered the men to prepare sumptuous food to comfort all the Welsh regiments, boost the morale of all officers and soldiers, and mobilize for the upcoming decisive battle.

Barracks tent in the southern army of Kodor. Due to the fact that the secret post that had been sent to monitor the movements of the Sapp army suddenly had no news, the Viscount of the leading soldiers immediately sent someone to check. At this time, he was pacing back and forth in the tent of the Chinese military camp, brushing the gray beard of his chin from time to time. He feared that the enemy had quietly approached him, and the inexplicable disappearance of the outpost was the best evidence. Now the enemy is dark and I am clear, although he has an army of hundreds of people, he does not dare to be careless. Just as the viscount was about to walk out of the tent of the Chinese army, a hurried sound of horses' hooves came, followed by the sound of the herald's report outside the tent......

"Report ......"

Hearing the sound, the Viscount lifted the curtain of the tent and walked straight to the herald.

"What about people," the Viscount asked anxiously.

"Report to Viscount, we've seen where the sentinel is lurking, and there's no one there, but ......"

"But what!" The Viscount asked angrily.

"Tell me about it!"

The herald looked at the Viscount of the Commander with a look of horror on his face, and replied hesitantly: "My lord, we found blood stains in the place where the secret post was lurking, and no corpses were found around. ”

"Ah......" The Viscount of the leading soldiers broke out in a cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt down. Seeing this, the herald hurriedly picked up the viscount and walked to the camp.

After the Viscount of the leading soldiers relieved himself for a while, he regained his composure. After analyzing and consulting with the officers, it was determined that the enemy must have descended the mountain and pounced on him. Therefore, troops were immediately sent to guard around the camp and occupy important passes on the surrounding roads to prevent the enemy from sneaking attacks. At the same time, he sent troops to the camp of the northern army of Kodor to inform Count Kodor.

"Report!"

Outside the tent of the northern military camp of Kodor. The herald's voice interrupted the officers who were deliberating in the tent.

"Say!" The lord of the throne, Count Kodor, commanded the herald.

"Report to Lord Count, letter from the court of the northern province of Thorne." As he spoke, the herald had delivered the secret letter to the Count of Kodor. The Count took the secret letter and looked at it, and placed it on the table.

Seeing that the earl was silent, everyone looked left and right, and whispered.

In the middle of the night, the Marquis of Kodor slowly got up and said to everyone around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is a letter from the court of the province of Thorne, the situation in the north is tense, the Count of Bernard has ordered us to attack Fort Marci at once, destroy the Welsh legion, and then wave our army to the north to support the Thorne army against the enemy. ”

After that, the officers at the table were talking. The Earl watched as the crowd was silent, and was immediately annoyed.

"It's all here, you still have the heart to argue loudly here!" Immediately the crowd fell silent.

"The strategy of forcing the enemy to surrender through siege is no longer working. The war in the north is tight, and we must immediately end the war here and support the north. Let's talk about how to attack Fort Marsey now. The Count continued.

"Lord Count," said the baron, who had asked for orders to attack Fort Marsey, again.

"You say." Count Kodor gestured.

"Fort Marcy is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the number of enemy troops is only five or six hundred, why don't we order the southern army to be attacked by our army from the north and south." The Count nodded.

"Our army together numbered about two thousand, while Fort Marcy had only a few hundred. As long as we keep attacking, it won't be long before the bunch of crumbs huddled in the city will definitely surrender! The baron scolded.

"Good! You and I have the same idea! The baron's eyes widened like bells. Immediately ask for an order: "Lord Earl, I am willing to lead people to take the lead in attacking the city!" ”

"Okay, if you can take the lead in breaking through the city, I will make you the Viscount of Shixun, with a fief of 800 acres, and the title will be hereditary!"

"Lord Earl Xie!" The baron was excited.

Seeing this, everyone asked for orders to fight.

The Count of Kodor knows the minds of these guys, and no one wants to fight hard without any benefit. Loyal and brave are not to these guys, only shiny gold coins and noble titles and fertile land are worth their lives.

"Order, order the southern army to march out tomorrow and join the northern army to encircle Marsy Fort! Destroy the mongrels of the Legion of Wales! Count Kodor ordered.

"Yes, Lord Count!" And they all stood up and answered.

"Sir, do you think the sentries of the Northern Army will take this path?" asked a soldier of the Welsh Regiment task force, lurking on the mountain trail west of Fort Marsey, to Stanley, who was crouching over to observe the end of the road to the east.

"You kid don't know," Stanley smug as he said, "The trade lanes to the west of the castle are easy for us to spot, and those Kodorians aren't stupid enough to move under our noses." This trail is the easiest way for them to connect. ”

Stanley looked at the corpse hidden by weeds in the grass behind him.

Moments earlier, the heralds from the southern camp of Kodor had ridden through the western mountain trail to the northern camp to report the news. Because the Viscount of the leader of the Southern Army believed that the Southern Army had been surrounded by the men of the Sapp direction and the Longxia Legion, he asked the northern camp for instructions.

Just as the herald rode past the bush where several men were hiding, an armor-piercing arrow suddenly flew out of the grass on the right and struck the Cordor's neck. The task force immediately dragged the herald's body off the trail and hid it in the grass to clean the road of bloodstains, and the horses were taken back to Fort Marcy by a task force soldier.

To the east of the mountain trail, the sound of horses' hooves hitting the mountain trail west of Fort Marcy can be heard from the bend in the road......

"Ready!" Stanley gave orders to the task force soldiers armed with bows and arrows.

"Fifty Steps ......"

"Twenty Steps ......"

"Put!"

As three heavy armor-piercing arrows flew out with a whizz, the herald of Kodor's northern army was hit with an arrow in the head, chest, and abdomen, and fell to the ground vomiting blood, and died of exhaustion after a few convulsions of his legs and feet.

"Sir, these guys are useless."

"Hahaha......" several people laughed loudly.

As he spoke, several people had already come out of the grass, picked up the corpse and walked out into the grass.

The camp of the Southern Army of Kodor was dark and the moon was shining.

"Lord Phoenix, you're all set." The herald, who had just returned from hiding in the southwestern midsummer army, replied to Phoenix, who was sitting by the stream in the jungle and rubbing his sword.

"Good!"

Phoenix's eyes were fixed on the broadsword that fell the dazzling white moonlight on the blade through the gaps in the canopy.

Tonight, this King Kong Knight Sword will feast on the blood of those southern soldiers of Kodor under the mountain......

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Chapter 426: The Battle of Fort Marcy (1)