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Unfortunately, it could not be seen or touched, otherwise the Duke of Brittany would be willing to spend all his wealth...... No, half ...... It's still a quarter, the Duke of Brittany is willing to use a quarter of his net worth, just to exchange for such a one.

It's a pity that he really can't buy it.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

In the countryside, on the dirt roads trampled by people, cattle and horses, thunder billowed and smoke filled the sky.

The vitality of cavalry is speed.

Lefèvre, who was familiar with military books, knew this very well, and because of this, he would shout again and again, even when his voice was hoarse.

However, even so, the speed of the cavalry could not be faster.

It's a difficult question to choose, and if you choose between speed and the horse's endurance, running fast can certainly increase speed; However, the stamina of the relative horse will decrease faster, and if it encounters an enemy, it will be over, and it will not even be able to run.

Every cavalry general knows the connection between the two, but only a general who has a good balance between speed and endurance can be called a capable general.

As it stands, Lefèvre is far from it.

Moreover, there was another reason for the slow speed of the cavalry - two or three citizens of Nantes were tied with ropes behind the buttocks of each cavalryman.

This idea was not from Magnus, the pot could not be pushed on his head, and this pot had to be carried by Lefèvre.

And this kind of behavior is not new to Lefèvre.

As early as hundreds of years ago, when the French were still Gauls and Charlemagne had not yet unified France, it was common to drive the exiles to disturb the enemy's army.

-- The degree of accustomation is about the same as that of today's feudal lords who must conscript peasant soldiers to fight wars.

In the eyes of these lords, these outcasts can be regarded as a kind of cannon fodder, although they are more useless than conscripting peasant soldiers, but they are cheaper.

"Captain, traces of a campfire have been found not far ahead."

A scout returns from the front.

These scouts, who are also cavalrymen, have just taken off their heavy chain mail and replaced them with light leather armor, although their defense has been reduced, but they have reduced a lot of the burden on their horses, so they can go back and forth quickly.

"Found it!"

Lefèvre clenched the reins in both hands, his heart thrilling.

"Inform all the cavalry, slow down, and begin to detect the presence of people nearby; Animal carcasses, human droppings, anything, I want to know where the army of the Duke of Brittany is going! ”

Trained cavalry is more professional than mercenaries, and of course, it may be that mercenaries are not looking for mercenaries at all.

Traces of mass crowd movements, especially those of the Duke of Brittany, with men and horses, cannot be concealed.

The reason is horses.

Horses are a model of open defecation, often standing and standing and can't help but expel it, in this woods everywhere covered by fallen leaves and grass, following the traces of horse manure to find people, always catch one by one.

The cavalry was divided into two groups, one to keep an eye on the citizens of Nantes who were being dragged along the way. These citizens, when the horses run, they must also run, and many of them are exhausted and fall to the ground and are dragged over, all of them are covered with wounds, and their breath is dying, and they will not be happy.

However, even then, not a single cavalryman took care of it.

Not even Lefèvre.

War is war, and there are no innocents in war.

Another group of cavalry, they dismounted, scattered in all directions, looking for possible traces.

After a while, a voice called: "There you have it! ”

Lefèvre hurried over.

A dozen horsemen formed a circle, as if they were protecting some treasure, and surrounded a cloud of horse manure in the middle; In the inner circle, there was an experienced old cavalryman who took off his gloves directly and grabbed the horse manure with his hands without any scruples.

"The horse manure has cooled, but there is still some temperature inside, and they haven't had much time to leave."

The old cavalryman carefully crushed the horse dung, and carefully felt its temperature with his hands, as if he was identifying some work of art, and no one around dared to speak out; Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, the old cavalry frowned, and simply twisted a small piece of powder from the horse manure and put it directly into his mouth!

"The enemy's horses are not taken care of! It's still wet inside! Now we go and fight them, and the enemy's horses will not be able to run! ”

The cavalry roared out yes.

The judgment of the old cavalryman, there is no doubt about this at all. Horse manure is ball-shaped, dry and hot, and if the inside of the horse manure gets wet, then there is only one possibility, the horse must be sick.

Thinking of the information I got earlier, the Duke of Brittany was defeated and lost all his food and grass, that is, he didn't even have hay to feed the horses, and the horses ate unclean things and had stomach troubles, this logic is simply impeccable.

"Which direction did you find the horse manure?"

The morale of the army is high, and Lefèvre naturally does not want to miss this opportunity, so he hurriedly asked.

Then, I don't know which guy replied: "Southwest!" ”

South-West ......

Lefèvre began to think that the city of Saint-Malo was in the north, and that he had come all the way from the city of Nantes in the south, and that the two cities were almost parallel; To the southwest of himself, that is, to the southeast of His Royal Highness Prince Magnus, the Duke of Brittany wanted to go around a semicircle, through the jungle, directly to the Fort of Nantes!

"Everybody get on the horse at once!"

After thinking about it three times in a row, and confirming that there was no error in his reasoning, Lefèvre no longer hesitated, and shouted loudly:

"The enemy is in our southwest, and they want to bypass us! In that case, let's surprise him! ”

And at this time, the army of the Dukes of Brittany.

Hungry and hungry, tired and thirsty.

The Duke is fine, no matter how hungry he is, and the same is true of the cavalry, but it is just that the conscription militia - cannon fodder is suffering, you can't expect the knight lord to hunt for a farmer, right?

The lucky ones grabbed a little wild vegetables to eat, and the unlucky ones have been hungry since yesterday until now, and they are still on the road, both physically and mentally have reached the limit.

There were even a few that were staggering and about to fall.

The Duke of Brittany saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

In such a state, let alone fighting, I am afraid that if I walk a little longer, just because I am tired, I can exhaust half of the conscripted peasants.

And he can't throw away these cannon fodder yet.

It was not his kindness, but the fact that Magnus had defeated him, and the next step was to march on Nantesburg; Defending the city is not enough to rely on elite cavalry alone, there must be enough cannon fodder to defend it.

Moreover, he had not forgotten that Magnus had a cavalry of at least fifty men eyeing the city of Nantes.

Although he made a long way to avoid this cavalry, but what if? No one can say anything about fate, and if it happens, the conscripted peasant soldiers can also act as a meat shield, so that he and the cavalry around him can escape.

As for the head-on confrontation, the idea of fighting never appeared from the beginning.

One is that he is now frightened, like a balloon with a broken mouth, although it is actually still the same thing, but the inside has disappeared; Second, they are a group of tired soldiers, tired soldiers, how can they confront the enemy who is full of morale and waiting for work?

Then a roaring thunder rang out.

"Thunder?"

The Duke of Brittany looked up, the sun was shining, and the spring was beautiful.

He's just playing dumb.

Although the sound of a horse running has always been described as thunder, this is only a rhetorical device, and the description is as shocking as thunder; The difference between the real sound of horses' hooves and the sound of thunder, as long as you have heard it, no one will be able to tell the difference.

The Duke of Brittany did this, but he still had a fluke mentality in his heart, and he was unwilling and did not want to admit the reality.

But the reality doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, as long as you are alive, you can only accept it.

"Lord Duke!"

Despite the recent centrifugation, the Duke of Brittany's cavalry could not ignore him and shouted anxiously.

“…… Escape! ”

The delusion was broken, the Duke of Brittany gritted his teeth, refused to say a word more, and when he clamped his legs, the horse was in pain, and he ran forward in a frenzy.

When the surrounding cavalry saw the duke's performance, they didn't want to say much, and ran after the duke's back.

Only a group of stunned conscripts were left in place.

At this time, in the depths of the jungle, the roar was getting closer and closer, and the figures of the man and the horse were already faintly visible.