Basel's tent was near the edge of the camp, probably because they had no knights to answer the call, and they themselves felt embarrassed to greet the others, so they ran as far as they could, trying to attract as little attention as possible from the crowd.

Auden's large gray tent stood alone in a low mushroom bush, standing out from the crowd, deliberately keeping a certain distance from the mud-legged men.

The peasants' tents, if they could be called tents, were made of a few thick branches on a spear-propped rack, and then decently covered with waterproof tarpaulins, covered with their rags and tattered clothes, and filled the gaps in the rain with leaves and sticks, and the small space allowed the well-proportioned adult men to burrow into most of their bodies, and there were bonfires in the middle of several tents, and many shirtless peasants sat shoulder to shoulder, roasting their wet coats and discussing what kind of meat talk and laughing obscenely.

Auden, who accompanied him, was visibly darkened, and the Duke saw that his embarrassment had made him lose face, and perhaps would greatly reduce Basel's image, and he quietly yelled at his attendant Nunu, who cleverly drove his horse over, raised his whip and whipped the peasant, who did not know what was going on, and scolded:

"Hurry up, you pigs, lazy guys who only deserve to eat ****, God, look how dirty you are, hurry up, the adults are coming!"

The mountain people who were in pain howled and ran away, and there were a few hard bones around their necks, staring angrily at the dog-fighting attendants, and even snatching the whip from the other party's hand, and throwing it on the ground angrily and spitting a few mouthfuls of spit.

The attendant who bullied the weak and feared the hard saw that the mountain people could not be suppressed, so he scolded and retreated, like a vicious dog that had been flattened, and hid behind his master.

Now Auden's face was even more unbearable, the mob of Basel was not only scattered and disorganized, but also unruly, his body trembled angrily, his slender eyes held back the terrifying flames, and he pulled out the long sword at his waist with a bang, and he was about to kill.

"Forget it, it's just a group of mobs, it's not trivial, why bother you to do it yourself, wouldn't this cost you?"

I was thinking about watching a play, and I saw that things were going to make a big fuss, so I hurriedly grabbed the eldest son of the earl, who was full of anger.

"The mud legs are like this, just let them stand in line."

Seeing that I said this, it was not good for Auden to continue to soar, and it was embarrassing to make a human life in front of the Duke after all, so he had to shout with a tiger face:

"Bastards, this is the honorable Duke of Nijmegen, mercy wants to come and see you, immediately line up according to size, sloppy!"

The majesty of the earl's heir is more effective than the attendants of the fox and the tiger, after all, he is a noble lord, and the lowly peasants are still afraid of the nobles in their bones, and they are obedient to find a place to stand.

I covered my mouth and nose and squinted my eyes, and looked through the heavy dust at the two dazed peasants, almost not laughing, and Auden kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and his long face, which was already bad, became uglier.

After tossing for a long time, the mountain people finally lined up, but the uneven size, like a jumping and excited electrocardiogram, suddenly fell from the Himalayas into the Mariana Trench, so cute that people couldn't cry or laugh, Auden reported in a low voice:

"My lord, the line is standing...... Could you please ...... Review. ”

The latter word was almost swallowed into his throat, and I turned my head to the side and smiled tolerantly, signaling that he didn't have to dwell too much.

My gaze swept over the mountain people who were either high-chested or low-browed, and I had a superficial understanding of the ancestors of this group of mercenaries who enjoyed a high reputation in later generations.

How to say it, everyone is on the backward living standard in the Middle Ages, the life of the common people is about to be Baba, pay the lord's taxes and barely make ends meet, malnutrition of the cheeks is inevitable, individual skinny can also accept, but most people have long hands and feet and calf muscles are fit, which shows that long-term exercise over the mountains and mountains is of great benefit.

"Very good fighter, good!"

I smiled and patted Auden on the shoulder, who was flattered and hunched over, a little unbelieving what he was hearing.

"They must have been familiar with how to find a way through the Alpine mountains for a large group of men and horses, which would be helpful for the march."

"Of course, Lord Duke, I can assure God that there is no one better at climbing mountains than them, and these mud-legged men are as agile as monkeys!"

Auden reacted for a while, and then realized that the Duke really appreciated the mountain people of Basel, and immediately came to his senses.

I nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the strange weapon that the mountain people were holding in their hands, and asked, "But then again, what are they holding?" ”

"Is that what you're asking?"

Auden beckoned a mountain man in front of him to come over, and then drank the smelly other party to stop a few steps away, and replied angrily with his nose covered and urned:

"This is the farmer's own weapon, probably because it is easier to use, anyway, they have made it fight since ancient times. The spear shaft is made of birch wood on the mountain, the material is not good, fortunately, it is more common in the mountains and fields, and it is easy to make, the pimple of the spear head is so blunt that even an old hen can't stab him to death, maybe it is handed down by their ancestors for several generations, the whole stone is sharpened and sharpened, as for the sickle tied to the spear, that thing can be stabbed down and then dragged in front of the enemy to kill, or hook the knight's horse leg and knock him over......" Speaking of this, he subconsciously paused, probably having suffered before.

"A spear with a scythe? Hook scythe? ”

I carefully observed the weapons in the hands of the mountain people with great interest, and the rusty short-handled scythes could not kill even a hen, let alone fight the enemy.

"The equipment is indeed poor, can such a scythe cut wheat?"

Auden saw that I was not interested, for fear that he had just aroused the Duke's appetite, and gradually became dull, and hurriedly offered a treasure to Zhang Luo:

"They have other gadgets, my lord, please deign to wait, I will show you the novelty, I will never see it anywhere else!"

As he spoke, he gestured to his attendant, who muttered something to a lean mountain man with a cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Let's get started!" Auden ordered impatiently.

The attendant stooped down, picked up a broken wooden plate from which a peasant had eaten, and ran to the hillside a hundred paces away, and placed it squarely among the crooked branches, and then waved his hand from afar to indicate that it was ready, and the mountain man with the cloth bag untied the belt of his trousers, and tendoned the tendoned strips of cloth, and I noticed that in the middle there was a small leather case, and the color of the wear was conspicuous.

He took out the pebbles with sharp edges from his pocket, licked his chapped lips and aimed at the target a hundred paces away, calmly stuffed the pebbles into the holster, slowly picked up his arms and shook the cloth rope to make it rotate, just as I stared intently at the rope as fast as a flywheel, he threw it suddenly, and a moment later the wooden disc in the distance fell in response, so startled that I couldn't help but cry out!

"Sling!"

I was more and more excited about the unique skills of this group of Basel mountain people, and I clapped my hands and laughed:

"Your father, Lord Earl, must be very proud of his people, God, they are so astonishing that they seem to carry a treasure chest in their arms!"

Although Auden couldn't understand why the Duke was interested in these unruly mountain people, it was always good to be favored by the nobles with them, and he rubbed his palms excitedly and took over tentatively:

"It's a gadget of the mountain people when they hunt, and it is as lethal as a bow and arrow at close range, and it costs almost nothing, and both men and women can come and hit it twice in Basel."

"All are soldiers!"

I uttered two words that Auden didn't understand, but he knew that he had succeeded in impressing the Duke with Basel, and that my father would be happy, at least not worrying that Nijmegen would punish the weak nation for Basel's betrayal.

I stroked my chin and groaned, thinking about it and dispelling the thoughts in my mind, and sighed silently as I looked at the magnificent ECG that had been lined up.

Originally, I wanted to negotiate with Auden to spend money or exchange it with something of equivalent value, and buy all the legions of the Basel mountain people as my own troops, but considering the special background of this era.

The peasant, whether a yeoman farmer or a sold serf, together with the land they cultivated, was the private property of the lord, and the yeoman was relatively free, but because he cultivated the lord's land and paid taxes to it, he was in a sense dependent on the nobles for some kind of floating wealth.

The thousand peasants in front of him, young and old, were strong laborers, and they were obliged to reclaim the land and pay taxes for service, and even if the Count of Basel were pressured to sell or give them to me, it would certainly not be pleasant, and Nijmegen would have to bear the notoriety of bullying and plundering the population.

For me now, through the primitive accumulation of shameless and skinless, what I urgently need is to reshape my image in order to win the heartfelt recognition and respect of the aristocratic circle, and accumulate popularity and reputation for the future step by step to reach the pinnacle of power, not just the current people succumb to the surface of Nijmegen's strong military and financial power, and the cold arrow behind the back.

"Warriors of Basel, as I have just introduced, I am Randy, Duke of Nijmegen, and perhaps some of you have heard of the plains on the banks of the Rhine, and yes, we all enjoy the bounty of the Rhine."

I cleared my throat and suddenly introduced myself in a loud voice, much to the confusion of Auden: "Because of our common enemy, we have to give up our peaceful lives, say goodbye to our dear families, and go to the battlefield in a foreign land, believe me, God will favor the true warriors and bless your families." ”

"In this battle, as a staunch ally of Nijmegen, we will provide you with horses to travel in order to ensure the march, tonight is the last carnival before the march, the wine and meat are available in unlimited quantities, don't slow yourself, warriors of God!" I waved my arms and led the crowd into a deafening cheer.

That night, Nijmegen opened the monastery's warehouses and distributed the wine and wine stored in them to all the soldiers, and the all-night revelry began, even joining in with many of the nearby residents.

The only unhappy were the angry monks and the weeping merchants who were detained in the land, and all the horses and donkeys were forcibly requisitioned for military use, and they had nothing to gain except for the unmarketable Nijmegen gold coins and the empty promise of return promised by the duke!

(End of chapter)

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