The internal strife of the Swabian rebels really helped Nijmegen a lot, and I had planned to divide my troops into a real and false army, and ordered the whole army to be ready for a fierce battle, but who wanted to go halfway, the messenger of the Count of Bouchart came to the joint, and informed him of the change of flag of his master, and the non-stop degree was faster than the intelligence of the spies, which shows the urgency of the other party.

They were worried that the people of Nijmegen, who had come over with great momentum, would indiscriminately beat themselves up, which was a monstrous army of more than a thousand knights, equivalent to street thugs meeting heavily armed special operators, pure eggs under stones, only waiting for death.

The changes in Swabia surprised me, but if you think about it carefully, it is also reasonable, people are interested creatures who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and there are only a few people who are loyal and unbending, who called people in the Middle Ages to read less, except for the temptation of the devil who bless God, I didn't have the opportunity to see more Confucius, and I couldn't cultivate the orphans of the Zhao family and the eight hundred heroes of Tian Heng, the kind of heroes who were righteous and thin.

At this time, the knightly system has not yet reached the level of perfection in later film and television works, and the so-called holy knightly standards and perfect standards are still in the embryonic stage, as I said before, today's knights are just a group of systematically trained armed thugs, similar to the Kshatriyas of the Indian caste, as the thugs and main combat arms of the secular aristocracy to maintain their rule, as for the sacred sword in their hands, to defend the glory of Christ and protect the weak from the bullying of the powerful, it has to be ranked after eating a full meal and fighting for the lord.

The Count of Raetia, who chose to join Nijmegen, seems to have had a relationship with the court of the old duke of Swabia, and he is not a low seniority, and he is the cousin of the current Duke Hermann II.

It's a pity that under the instigation of interests, he still ignores his family affection and participates in the rebellion to imprison the feudal king, but fortunately he is smart enough to recognize the situation and know his way back, otherwise there will be no eggs under the nest, and it will be too late to say anything as soon as the Nijmegen army arrives.

I tried to remember the life of the Count of Bouchard with my head, but I couldn't think of any clues, but fortunately the Wall Knight of Hesse liked to study the gossip and history of the nobles, and volunteered to take on the job of a docent, just to add some fun to the boring march.

The House of Bouchard dates back to the time of the boy Louis as emperor, and as the Carolingian dynasty of East Francia was in decline, the lords of Swabia sought to break away from the control of the dynasty and compete with the Bishop of Constance for leadership in the region.

Among the many lords was the Count of Laetia, a frontier vassal who continued from the time of Charlemagne, who occupied the richest river valley in Swabia, and through two generations of pioneering, Bourchad was crowned Duke of Swabia and was called Bourchad I.

The powerful Burchard gradually ignored the authority of King Conrad I, and his unbridled expansion and arrogant attitude eventually aroused the dissatisfaction of most of the forces, including his own vassals.

The conflict between him and the king's main supporter, the Count of Ersinger, and the bishop of Constance, Solomon III, was the trigger for a war of crusade that gathered many forces.

As a result, Bourchad himself was defeated and captured, and under the manipulation of the secular aristocracy, he was convicted of treason, hanged in the square of Aachen, and the Swabian tree fell behind him, and the disinherited Bourchad II and his wife had to go into exile in Italy, living a miserable life under the fence.

The reshuffled Swabian was divided between the victorious Earl and Schenger and his brother Berthold, becoming the two most powerful counts in the principality.

Soon after, Count Erchener fell out with King Conrad I, and although there was a rift between them, Conrad I weighed the pros and cons and still married Ersinger's sister Connie Gandy, a political marriage that allowed him to stabilize the rear of Swabia, thus freeing up his hands against the rising Duke of Saxony and the aggressive and aggressive Magyars.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the situation, Bourchard II returned to Swabia from exile, with the help of the Bishop of Augsburg, wept bitterly and confessed to Conrad I, resolutely drew a line with his heinous father, deceived the king's trust, he received the family's previous property and title, and continued to hide and forbear in a low-key manner, and planned to move.

Perhaps the victorious Earl Ersinger was too self-righteous, and he turned against Solomon III, Bishop of Constance, and the other party instigated some minor lords and peasants to take refuge in him in retaliation, shaking the foundation of Ersinger's rule, and the angry Earl therefore attacked the monastery and imprisoned the bishop, and the unbearable King Conrad I resolutely opposed what Ersinger did, and he led his army into Swabian to release Solomon III at the same time, and exiled Ersinger indefinitely.

A year later, Ersinger slipped back to Swabia and contacted his nemesis, Burchard II, to fight against the king.

Suddenly, the coalition defeated the emaciated Conrad I at Stokach, and after the war, the proud Erchenge arrogated himself as the Duke of Swabia, but the more sophisticated Burchade played tricks behind his back, through a religious tribunal presided over by the Bishop of Augsburg, to testify against the king and the Bishop of Constance, and the poor Duke Ersinger was sentenced to a monastery for a lifetime of penance and penance before he could sit in the throne, and then died in an unknown corner, and then under the hint of the king, the whole family was slaughtered, Bourchad II divided his fiefdom and officially inherited Swabia.

Under Bourchad II, the principality was de facto autonomous and did not follow the king's decrees.

After the death of Bouchard II, a nobleman from the Duchy of Franconia, Hermann married Bourchad's widow, so he inherited the title of duke, and let his family rule Swabian to this day, the Count of Bouchard is the younger brother of Bouchard II who passed to someone else's family, in order to continue the family's incense, re-inherited the ancestral domain and title, and changed a name that sounds very similar to Bourchad, Bouchard.

"So, the Count of Bouchard has the right of inheritance from Swabia by blood, but he doesn't have this right from a legal point of view, right?" I struggled to discern the chaotic inheritance, but my knowledge was limited, so I could only tentatively ask Wall Knight.

"The Earl has lost the right of inheritance since the moment of succession, and now it is God blessed to be able to obtain the hereditary domain and title of the family, and any extra extravagance is vain."

Knight Wall replied solemnly, and whispered out the second half of the sentence: "Unless the bishop of the diocese recognizes his succession, he ......"

"I see, no wonder he will participate in the rebellion, and carry his little Jiujiu for a long time, this chicken and egg beating, how strong should the psychological quality of the earl be to stand it."

I nodded knowingly: "Dealing with people like him is like dealing with a homeless stray dog, you have to throw a bone and give it a blessing." ”

The Count of Bouchard led a group of Swabian nobles to welcome the arrival of the Nijmegen army at the border Lacey Castle.

The old earl, who looked like a human spirit, first cried bitterly that he had been deceived by the villain and gone astray, could not withstand the torment of conscience and the condemnation of faith, and finally took a righteous step, resolutely fought against the evil forces that split the empire, and finally beat his chest to ensure that he was loyal, hoping to give him a chance to change his face and be a new man.

The whole set of rhetoric was full of emotion and tears, and made me wonder if the old earl's ancestor was a bard, and he was so slippery that he could not find any reason to refuse.

At this time, as the plenipotentiary of Emperor Henry, I naturally expressed my understanding and satisfaction with the old count's lost knowledge, and said good words to appease him, after all, Nijmegen was in a hurry to go south to Rome, and it was imperative to have a stable rear, and it was only fitting that with the long sleeves of the Count of Bouchard and good dancing, I could not have cleaned up the mess of Swabia.

The guests and hosts were in a harmonious mood, and the banquet carnival was an indispensable procedure, and the restrained knights ate three glasses of turbid wine, and immediately hugged their necks and became good friends who talked about everything, and wrestled with their wrists noisily, and had a lot of fun.

Two days later, the army continued its march to Manlek, where the rebels had imprisoned the Duke of Hermann, a fortified castle in the mountains, and a cold dungeon carved out in the barbarian era was filled with countless unscrupulous spirits, from which it is said that no one could come out unharmed.

The local nobleman who was in charge of guarding the Duke was better than anyone else in watching the direction of the wind, and moved Herman II to a more comfortable residence early, eating and drinking well, but unfortunately the Duke's physique was not good, coupled with the cold air of the dungeon, and the diet was not clean, which caused the body bones to deteriorate, and there was a thick bruise between the eyebrows.

I looked away from the dungeon's entrance, the vivid gargoyle statue, its mottled edges crawling with slippery moss, making the face much more hideous, very much in keeping with the dungeon's dark atmosphere.

Duke Herman stared blankly at the shoddy table in front of him, a greasy fly caught in the table fluttered its wings, and it became more and more difficult to break free.

"Lord Duke, you have suffered."

I stroked the other person's thin shoulder, and felt a jagged touch in the palm of his hand, he was so thin that his skinny appearance couldn't help but be windy.

"Suffering? No, this is God's punishment for me. ”

Herman II grasped the cross in his hand and muttered, "I know the state of my body best, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive this winter, Lord Duke, my son has been well trained by you, and it is time for him to come back and take care of himself." ”

He was talking about the little grandson entrusted to me by the old duke, and the situation was about the same as at this time, the old duke felt that his days were short, and he was worried that his son who succeeded to the throne would not be able to suppress the family and cause a tragic incident for the brothers, so he sent his grandson to Nijmegen as an attendant, one to learn some skills to see the world, and the other to find a protective umbrella to leave some incense for the eldest son.

Unconsciously, that young man named Gehr has been coming to my court for three years, perhaps because he has inherited the heroic martial arts of his ancestors, and he looks very chic in the wind, which is very popular with the pursuit of the young girl.

"Don't worry, he's doing well in Nijmegen, and I'll send him back after this time, so that your father and son can be reunited."

"Time is running out, my lord, the angel is calling me......" Duke Herman's elongated voice floated far away like the afterglow of the strings.

(End of chapter)

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