The cavalry did not escort the Duke of Brittany for too far. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's dangerous, but it's also frustrating.

In the previous battle, the cavalry itself had already consumed a lot of physical strength, and some of the cavalry were wounded and not treated, and their bodies were bleeding - even if the cavalry were iron men and could hold on, but the horses were flesh and blood and could not hold on.

Besides, the Duke of Brittany still has some luck mentality, Magnus has no cavalry, at least there is no cavalry in this war, then it is definitely impossible to kill all the cannon fodder, he is waiting here, taking in the rout, and he can still have some capital to fight again.

And at nightfall, as night fell, about two hundred conscripted peasants returned to his command.

Coupled with the fact that he still had seventy cavalry by his side, he finally had the appearance of some army.

However, even so, he was not at ease.

The reason is the food and grass, the morale of the army, and the worry about the future.

As the saying goes, the three armies go first before they move the grain and grass, and this sentence may not be very applicable to the Europa army. Because Europa's armies were not all in the hands of a supreme king, but were scattered among the various lords, the king did not have much control over the lord, and naturally he could not control how much grain and grass the lord had prepared.

According to the feudal contract, the lord would generally prepare forty days of food and grass for the army to go out - exactly the same time that the monarch could recruit soldiers in the contract.

But this time it was different, the knights did not prepare food for the conscripted peasants at all, everyone waited for the victory to celebrate in the city of Saint-Malo, who would have thought that they would lose so badly!

Besides, even if they had prepared grain and grass, it was useless, and those conscripted peasant soldiers even took off their clothes in order to run fast when they fled, not to mention the cumbersome grain and grass.

Then, there is the military heart.

Even the conscripted peasant soldiers who fled naked appeared, so it is conceivable that if something happens, these guys will definitely run faster than rabbits.

But it was not them that the Duke of Brittany was worried about.

Cannon fodder is used to gather numbers and consume the opponent's physical strength, and what the duke is worried about is the cavalry.

For the first time, these cavalry that he had raised made him feel strange.

Whether it was his eyes, attitude, or behavior, or even, the Duke heard many discordant sounds, and he didn't know whether it was auditory hallucinations or what's wrong.

As for the future, life is almost gone, then there is no future at all.

As soon as I thought of this, even the Duke had to look up to the sky and lament, I don't care if the sky wants to die!

But he didn't really need to worry too much, because on the other hand, Magnus's life was not so easy.

Because the Praetorian Guard died too much.

It is indeed too much, in Magnus's original expectation, the maximum number of casualties of the Praetorian Guard could not exceed fifty, after all, after defeating Brittany, he still had to rely on this army to help him defend the country, but now, the number of dead Praetorian Guards alone exceeded a hundred!

The concept of a hundred dead men not only meant that Magnus had to revise his original plan, but also to watch out for the mercenaries.

After all, mercenaries, war sideburns, are the ugliest species in the world, and they have no credibility at all, and once the power in their hands is a little weaker, then they have to worry about whether these guys are going to rebel.

Even if they don't rebel, it is common to demand higher salaries.

It's like now.

"In other words, you're asking for double the pay?"

In the evening, a series of tasks such as treating the wounded, cleaning the battlefield, and preparing dinner were finally arranged, and Magnus, who was tired and dizzy, had just approached his tent when he heard unpleasant news.

"Yes...... Yes, Your Royal Highness, please be considerate, our brothers have also died quite a few in battle, and their families still need money to live on......"

The reason for this is quite valid.

Magnus looked the mercenary up and down, his tattered leather armor, his completely untreated hair, and his smoky stench, and it was clear that this was the leader of a small mercenary group.

There were also a few people standing behind him who were a little uneasy, and their identities should be the same as him.

There was no Carol mercenary group in the crowd.

So Magnus somewhat understood, this should be these small mercenary groups, and they wanted to take the opportunity to knock on a deal.

This is not something to be surprised of, knocking the prince is a huge benefit for these small mercenary groups, and they don't have to pay any price - as long as they run far away after the war and change the name of the mercenary group - after all, there is no mercenary union in the real world that spans the entire world and restricts the behavior of all mercenaries.

Even if there were, it wouldn't be in the Middle Ages.

Therefore, for these small mercenary groups, it is obvious that wealth is greater than fame; But for large mercenary groups, similar to the Carol mercenary group, this is different.

After all, the Carol mercenary group has a big business and has many opportunities to cooperate with the nobles, and the nobles have always not valued money too much, but more importantly, reputation, so the Carol mercenary group must be trustworthy.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Chauncy is behind this matter, in the final analysis, if Magnus increases the salary of the small mercenary group that can only be cannon fodder, then the large mercenary group that is the main force should not be even more paid, right?

Although it is a trivial matter, it must also be handled carefully, and it will affect the whole body.

"You all come in first, there are a lot of people outside, let's come in and talk."

Seeing that the number of people, mainly mercenaries, was increasing, Magnus could only lift the curtain of the tent. And the mercenaries agreed with his decision.

After all, Magnus is a nobleman, a prince, these mercenaries, there are those who dare to knock the nobles, but there is absolutely no one who dares to offend the nobles to death.

"I can promise a pay increase, but I want to know what reasons you have for it."

When everyone arrived, Magnus didn't hesitate at all, and asked straight to the point.

The mercenary leaders looked shy and did not dare to make a sound.

In fact, when he first heard the mercenary demands, Magnus had already decided to agree to their terms.

War was the most lucrative business, especially in the Middle Ages, and the chain mail that was taken from the dead was a windfall, and no one was rich without a windfall, and Magnus was now rich.

But no matter how rich he is, it is useless if he does not turn it into cash, and Magnus still wants to use this batch of chain mail to equip the soldiers, and this windfall can be regarded as saving him from spending at most.

Moreover, he can't get used to these mercenaries.

Now it's asking for money, and next time it's time to die? Although this is extremely unlikely, it has to be guarded against.

"In the war, I said, kill an enemy and reward a Trier gold coin, in exchange for a human head, just now the bounty has been all sent out, you come to cry with me now?"

Seeing that the group of mercenaries was silent, Magnus continued to strike while the iron was hot, and pursued closely.

Some of the mercenary leaders bowed their heads in shame.

No matter how you look at that dark age, there is at least one thing that people did well, and that is obedience and contract.

Feudal Contract, Monarch Contract, Merchant Contract, Employment Contract...... The foundation of the entire Middle Ages was based on contracts, and those who broke them at will were bound to be hostile to society as a whole.

Moreover, the commoners of this era (referring only to the civilians) are treacherous and treacherous, but they are also pure when they say that they are pure, and they don't have so many fancy intestines and do wrong, and they will not be cheeky and say that they are right.

Seeing that the effect was almost there, Magnus slowed down his tone slightly, that is, to train dogs, and to give him a piece of meat to eat when he beat a stick, not to mention that he still had to rely on these mercenaries to help him fight, and he must not be too embarrassed.

"I can agree to half of your request at most, that is, increase your salary by half; But, in exchange, I would like to see a group of soldiers who are brave on the battlefield, not a group of cowards who have to use bounties and butcher knives to muster courage! You know what?! ”

“……”

There was a silent silence as expected.

Magnus looked at the figure of the leader of the group of mercenaries in front of him, and scolded silently in his heart, which was useless.

Although he didn't want to coax others to die for him in just a few words, at least you have to make a statement, you can't even pretend to be good, and what kind of business is you doing to lick blood from the knife edge, and go home to raise children.

"If it's okay, then please disperse, I'm a little tired today."

After another three or five minutes, the air seemed to be frozen, Magnus was disheartened and waved directly to send off the guests, and the mercenary leaders immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the preparations dispersed in twos and threes.

"Oh yes, remember to call Chauncey to me."

When he arrived, there was only one man left, and Magnus hastened to stop him, as if remembering something.

Within five minutes, Chauncey, who was sweating profusely, hurried over.

Seeing Chauncy coming so quickly, Magnus couldn't help but want to laugh, and Grand Master Chauncy was careless, thinking that running fast would show that he paid attention. But he didn't expect that it only took such a short time to come to Magnus, which means that there must be his shadow behind this matter, or he had already heard the rumors, otherwise it would not have come so quickly.

Maybe you were just listening to the corner in front of Magnus's tent.

However, Magnus didn't want to deal with him.

Grand Master Chauncey was a man who understood—not smart, but he understood, knew what he had to do, what he could do, and was much more comfortable talking to such a person than with the mercenary leaders who thought they were smart before.

Although Grand Master was sweating profusely now, Magnus didn't mean to let him take a breath at all, and directly got straight to the point: "Grand Master Chauncey, are you interested in establishing a guild with me?" ”

PS: I was even recommended...... Well, I should be diligent too.