Knock knock... Knock knock...

"Master William, Master William." There was a knock on the wooden door of William's tent, and some old voices came from outside the tent door.

"Steward Osborne, please come in." William walked briskly to the tent door, and hurriedly invited the somewhat aged Osborne butler into the room, and brought out a chair for him to sit down.

"No, no, Master William, I'll stand and say." Steward Osborne waved his hand excitedly and refused.

"Steward Osborne, you have watched me grow up since I was a child, in my mind you are my grandfather, and it is natural for the younger generation to invite the elders to sit down." Without saying a word, William pressed Osborne's butler to the chair.

"Alright, Master William, you can also take a seat." Steward Osborne sat down reluctantly and said to William.

William nodded, returned to the chair behind the first table, and said, "Steward Osborne, how many people can we fight in this battle today, and how many casualties there are. ”

"Back to Master William, in this battle, our side killed two javelin cavalry, no partner cavalry died, and 5 javelin cavalry were slightly injured, 14 people were temporarily unable to return to the battlefield, 2 partner cavalry were injured, and 12 people were temporarily unable to return to the battle when they charged with their right hand. Hey, the companion cavalry couldn't control the spear well during the actual battle and was injured in the hand, or because of the lack of experience. Butler Osborne took out a pale yellow piece of parchment from his bosom and spread it out.

Hearing this, William's face showed a contemplative expression, his hands clasped on his chin, and said: "Steward Osborne, this loss is a bit heavy, although there are not many people killed, but there are 33 people who are injured and out of strength, and the loss of combat power has directly reached about two layers." We can't afford to fight like this anymore. ”

"That's true, Young Master William, except for the 7 wounded who are slightly injured and need a month to recuperate, the rest of the wounded also need about three days of rest before they can fight, we should try to avoid encountering the enemy again." Osborne, the old butler, nodded solemnly and replied.

"Yes, it looks like we need to get to the nearest city and get some rest, Steward Osborne, where is the nearest city to us, and how far is it?" William nodded approvingly.

As if it were Doraemon, Osborne Butler reached out again, took out a map from his bosom, looked at it carefully for a moment, spread it out on the table, and pointed to a city near the Seine.

"Look here, Young Master William, this city on the Seine is called Lenebor, about 30 miles from our location, and it takes about a day or so to get here."

"Steward Osborne, can you tell me about the city of Renebor?" William looked at the position pointed by Osborne's butler's hand, and showed an interested expression.

"Returning to Master Wilhelm, this city of Renebor is a port city directly under the direct jurisdiction of the Count of Evreux, just over 50 miles from the city of Evreux, with a population of about 6,000 people, who live mainly on port trade, fishing, and handicrafts." Steward Osborne nodded and said.

Hearing this, William showed a happy expression and said, "Oh? So we're less than 100 miles from Evre, and it's only about 4 days to get to Evre. ”

"Yes, Master William, are you going to go directly to the city of Evreux or do you want to go to the city of Lenebor first to rest." Steward Osborne nodded slightly, looked at William and asked.

"It's better to go to the city of Lenebor to repair first, and stay in Lenebor for at least three days, so that the demobilized cavalry can regain their combat effectiveness. By the way, Steward Osborne, how about that Viking dragon head battleship on the Seine, have you seen it? William thought for a moment, looked up at Steward Osborne, and said.

"Your Highness William, this dragon-headed battleship is made entirely of sturdy Norwegian oak, weighs about 80 tons and is about 25 meters long, enough to carry up to a hundred warriors and equipment supplies." Osborne's butler briefly recalled.

"Well, this Viking dragon head ship is what we bought with the blood of our warriors, and we can't throw it away at will, I think we can take this Viking dragon head ship and recruit some ships to carry our troops and supplies up the Seine River up the river to the port of Renebor . At that time, I can rent a port berth and bring it back to Rouen after we return, which I will be very useful for. William said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Obey your orders, Master William." Steward Osborne bowed and nodded.

"By the way, Steward Osborne, how is the loot collected this time, and how many weapons and equipment are there." William tapped his index finger on the table, pondered slightly, and said.

Hearing this, Osborn's butler once again showed his Doraemon attributes, took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, spread it out on the table, and said: "Young Master William, I counted the two places of the battlefield and the dragon head battleship, and we captured a total of 21 pairs of full-body chain mail, 36 pairs of short-sleeved chain armor, 63 pairs of cotton armor, 186 large round shields, 21 Viking war swords, 122 long-handled battle axes, 61 hand axes, and 130 short spears. The rest of the weapons and 133 shields were intact. I've had the blacksmiths repair these broken weapons and shields, and at least most of them can be repaired. ”

"Haha, so these weapons can equip all 150 levies." William said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Yes, if this equipment is properly arranged, it can arm 200 soldiers." Osborne nodded in reply.

"Steward Osborne, how are our levies doing in this battle, and can we arm them and train them into infantry?" William, who had been waiting for the training of infantry, looked at Osborne and asked.

"They are not bad, after all, these conscripts have been recruited from your estates in Rouen, and they have a certain fighting ability, and their loyalty can be guaranteed." Steward Osborne was full of praise for the levies he had led.

"Very well, steward Osborne, you go and arm the conscripts with these captured equipment, and I am going to train them into real professional infantry." William nodded.

"Young Master William, if you want them to become real professional infantrymen, you have to pay them, otherwise they will leave the army as soon as their service period is over." Osborne shook his head slightly and said.

"This is completely reasonable, tell these conscripts, as long as they are willing to be my professional infantry, not only will they get 1 pfennig a day, but they will also get 30 acres of land after ten years of service and retirement, and they will become infantry officers and even have the opportunity to be knighted." William thought for a moment and said.

Here it is necessary to say that 1 pound of silver = 20 Triss gold coins = 240 pfennig, one pound of silver is equal to 0.9 catties of silver, one Triss gold coin is equal to 0.72 taels of silver, and William's salary to the levies is equivalent to 1.8 taels of silver. However, in the Middle Ages, before the great development of silver mines in the Americas, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was at least several times that of the seventeenth century, equivalent to six taels of silver per infantry for a month.

"The conditions you give to the conscripts are too good, there is no need for this at all, the military salary is enough for half a pfennig per day, and the land only needs to be given to those soldiers who perform well." Steward Osborne said with a distressed expression on his face.

"Okay, I'll do what you say. It's so late, you can go back and rest first. William nodded, and as he spoke, he got up and sent Osborne's butler out of the tent.