"Damn, if I hadn't run fast, I'd have been caught by that old guy from Loire by now!" Viscount Curvin rode on his standing horse, galloping quickly to the edge of the somewhat sparsely wooded forest.

His knights followed him in this way, few in number, only seven or eight, but these knights were knights who had been loyal to him and his family for generations, or would have scattered and fled like the other knights.

There were more than sixty knights with him, but as he fled, several nobles broke away from him, and in their opinion, it was Viscount Curwen who rebelled, not them, and as long as they could obtain the Count's forgiveness and risk some property, they should be able to keep their territory and title.

So they did not hesitate to break away from their feudal lord with their knights, Viscount Cowen.

Viscount Kewen was running for his life at this time, how could he have time to care whether they could go or not, after scolding a few times, Viscount Kewen had no next reaction, after all, he couldn't go down to chase them earlier in this situation.

And Viscount Kewen is normally speaking, in addition to the knights under the nobles who escaped, there should be nearly thirty knights under his side, even if he lost some during the battle, there should be more than twenty people.

Don't think about it, they must not be willing to go into exile with Viscount Kewen, after all, his territory will definitely not be able to be kept, and a nobleman without a territory is simply a tiger without teeth, who wants to follow him?

At most, those knights have served Viscount Kewen for one or two generations, and even many of them are knights recruited by Viscount Kewen in the past few years, so naturally there is no absolute loyalty, if Viscount Kewen can't give them a pick, then they will definitely leave Viscount Kewen without hesitation.

Therefore, there were only seven or eight loyal knights left by Viscount Cowen's side.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon, even William does not dare to guarantee the loyalty of his knights, it is estimated that except for those heavy cavalry, the loyalty of the knights is not very high.

However, these are not hidden dangers for William, the relationship between most knights and lords is like this, you don't give me a fiefdom, why should I serve you, this is the normal thinking of a normal nobleman or knight, and the knights around Viscount Kewen are a little abnormal.

"My lord, where are we targeting?" If we continue like this, we will surely be overtaken by the army of the Count of Loire, and the fifteen we carry with us will be carried in front of the station, and in the afternoon we will probably run out of food! ”

One of the knights sped up his horse, came to Viscount Curvin's side, and said loudly.

The sound was quiet under the influence of the wind and speed, but Viscount Curvin could still hear it.

"We still have weapons in our hands, and hunting can support us out of the forest, and it will be easy to get out of the forest, and we can get supplies in the village!" Viscount Kewen said in a somewhat deep voice.

After running for a while, Viscount Cowen gradually slowed down his horse, he had to cherish his horsepower in the forest, if the horse ran away, it would really be in a desperate situation! ”

Viscount Kewen got off his war horse, staggered and led the war horse, and walked in the thick snow.

"Oh! Damn it! Viscount Kewen suddenly failed to step on it steadily, and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful, sir!" The knight beside him hurriedly rushed over and held Viscount Curvin in his arms.

"Damn old fellow, damn Baron William! Useless Earl of Censville! They all deserve to hell, hell! One day, I want you all to die! Viscount Curvin cursed resentfully as he walked.

Originally, according to his plan, he should have sat in a beautiful tent and enjoyed the warmth of the bonfire, waiting for the title of earl to be crowned after returning to the territory, instead of being blown by the cold wind in this icy and snowy place.

The gap between the ideal and the reality is so big, he thinks very beautifully, but at this time he is running around like a dog that has been lost.

"We ...... Heading north, through the Earl of Gunsville's domain, we'll go straight to the Duke of Bunkerson! Viscount Curvin said in a dark and gloomy voice.

"My lord, the number of people has been counted, and there are two thousand seven hundred and sixty-three of our prisoners, some of whom are slightly injured, and those who are seriously injured have been properly disposed of by us!"

After the knight counted the number of people, he wanted the earl to start reporting, and as for the proper handling, it was of course a supplement.

"Very well, give the prisoner to the infantry, and let all the knights search for Charlotte of Viscount Cowen, I must capture him!" The Count closed his eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said seemingly peacefully.

"What's going on here?" At this moment, Viscount Raul, supported by his son Sir Imojo, walked up to the earl.

"Oh, my old friend, how did you become like this?" The Count hurriedly dismounted from his warhorse, walked up to Viscount Raul, and asked with concern.

He was very touched by Viscount Raul's faithful perseverance this time, and in the face of a siege of nearly 3,000 men, he did not flinch or surrender at all, which in the Count's opinion was the greatest expression of loyalty to him.

"It's nothing, it's just a hammer hit by the enemy, and you can't die!" Viscount Raul smiled and said lightly.

"Is there really no problem?"

"It's really no problem, I'm not old enough to be injured and die!"

"By the way, what is it that makes you so angry?" Viscount Raul coped with a few words, and then asked the Count.

"Not Viscount Curvin yet! He escaped while we were fighting! The Count said with an angry face.

"What? This cunning old fox, I didn't expect this to be run away by him! Viscount Raul Wenyan also said with a face of not being angry.

"However, I believe that we will definitely capture it, I will divide it, and then stick his body all over the territory, so that everyone knows that this is the fate of the betrayer!" The Earl said with a fierce face.

In this way, a large number of soldiers were sent out to search for the traces of Viscount Kewen, but more than half an hour passed, and no one found clues such as Viscount Kewen's footprints.

William watched the soldiers cleaning the battlefield and watched them snatch the spoils of war with great interest.

Suddenly, snowflakes fell from the sky and floated onto the gauntlet where William held the reins.

"It's snowing!" William thought about it in his heart, and at the same time the snow field was getting bigger and bigger.

"It's a pity, Lord Earl, it's snowing, and there's a good chance that Viscount Cowen's trail will be buried by this snow, so we'd better not get our hopes up!" William walked up to the Earl's side and said with a look of regret.

The earl's frozen red nose shrank, and his face began to become ugly, this is the Holy Father is helping Viscount Cowen, is he destined not to catch this traitor?