Spring in the north of France, the weather is still not warm. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's like the discrimination of southerners against northerners in the movie "Welcome to the North": "You must have had a bad time there, right?" Aren't northerners bad for you? It is important to know that the northerners are not representative of the French, because the weather there is too cold, so the blood of the people is also cold. ”

Therefore, spring in the north of France is really not a good time for GIs.

The mercenaries had no choice, though.

"Say, is there something wrong with our employer?"

On the march, struggling to endure the pain of pulling his boots out of the mud, a mercenary dressed in fancy clothes pointed at his head, and the mercenaries around him immediately let out a roar.

"If you want me to say, he is really wrong, he doesn't take a good road, he has to take a small road, and he said that it is close, such a small road, where is it close!"

Once again, he struggled to pull his steps out of the mud, looking at the boots that he had just brushed before setting off, and the other mercenary said with some complaints.

"That's it!"

"Hairy boy, I think I'm always right, and if I don't teach a lesson, I won't listen to anyone who says it."

The words of the old mercenary are always extraordinarily authoritative, and the old mercenary, dressed in tattered chain mail that even leaks a few large holes, immediately silences everyone's voice.

By the way, the old mercenary also gained a group of envious and hateful eyes - it was chain mail, even if it was broken, it was still chain mail - it could be exchanged for a few cows!

After a brief silence, another mercenary's voice rang out.

"Say, where are we going?"

"How do I know, after walking in this hellish place for so long, I can't even figure out the direction for a long time."

"And it's still cloudy these two days, there are not even stars, and there's no way to judge the direction."

"We shouldn't really get lost......

I don't know which mercenary answered, and suddenly the whole team fell silent again.

Because that's what they're worried about.

In this borderless Black Forest, people are most worried about getting lost, not to say that they are afraid of any wild beasts, even if there are wild beasts, lions, tigers and bears, they do not dare to haunt the popular places, the most terrible in the Black Forest are mosquitoes and poisonous snakes.

But it's still early spring, the afterglow of winter hasn't passed, mosquitoes are gone, and snakes are hibernating. However, wandering around the Black Forest is not a solution!

"Don't talk! It's jumping over! ”

Bouncing, this is the mercenary's contempt for cavalry.

Because cavalry is on horseback, and horses always have to jump, hence the name (1).

Lefèvre rode past the group of mercenaries on horseback.

It's not that he didn't hear what these mercenaries said, and he can only pretend that he didn't hear them. In fact, the mercenaries' bad attitude towards their employers can be made into ten series without repeating it, and Lefèvre can only let it go for the sake of combat effectiveness.

In addition, he was also a little dissatisfied with Magnus's behavior.

If you want to rank the most hated places for the cavalry, the forest will definitely be second - the first is the sea, and as for the hills, although it is very unpleasant to storm the enemy on the mountains, if you rush down from the mountains, it will be a one-sided slaughter.

But the forest, at any time, will not be welcomed by the cavalry.

Because it is easy to be ambushed.

And you can't get out of it easily.

Moreover, getting his beloved horse on this disgusting sludge is also the reason why he hates the forest.

"Your Highness Magnus, how long will it be before we can get out?"

Galloping all the way to the front of the line, Lefèvre had already asked in a loud voice before he could dismount.

"Soon, at our current pace, we will be at the border of Brittany in two days at most - if this map is correct."

Magnus, who was also sitting on his horse and holding a map in his hand, replied without raising his head. Lefèvre noticed that Magnus was holding something resembling a soup spoon in his left hand, and seemed to be leaning on it to orient himself.

Needless to say, this thing is naturally Sinan.

Sinan's production is quite simple, only magnetite, that is, iron tetroxide - this can be easily found in iron ore - there will always be a huge iron stone standing at the door of the blacksmith shop in the West, this iron stone is made of all kinds of scrap materials that cannot be ironed, Magnus just paid for such a scrap iron stone, and he can get a lot of materials that can be used to make Sinan.

"How is the morale of the soldiers now?"

"It's bad."

Riding his horse to Magnus's side, Lefèvre said bluntly: "The mercenaries are already very angry, many people are complaining that they should not take this road, and even the cavalry unit has already seen a lot of voices, if I don't get out quickly, I am worried about ......"

"Really?"

Hearing this, Magnus could only smile bitterly.

As the old mercenary said before, the young man is always self-righteous, and no one can teach him if he has not suffered two losses.

Well, Magnus also made the mistake of empiricism.

After all, there is only one army in the world that is armed with thought and consciousness, can endure hardships and suffer, climb snowy mountains, cross grasslands, eat tree roots, dig turf, and never cry out in pain.

And in the decades that followed, no army could imitate it.

"Still, these soldiers of yours are truly admirable."

Lefèvre meant this from the bottom of his heart.

Lefèvre was referring to Magnus's Praetorian Guard, the three hundred Saxons who had fled from England with him.

It was completely different from the mercenaries who were complaining for days in the back, and for a few days along the way, except for the rest time and the sound of orders, Lefèvre had not heard a word from this Praetorian Guard on the march.

Discipline, really iron discipline.

Lefèvre estimated that once the three hundred Praetorian Guards formed a formation, even if the one hundred cavalry led by himself could break through, the price would be quite tragic; Not to mention the close battle like a meat grinder later, this army will definitely not be directly defeated like the peasant army.

"Thanks for the compliment, but they are still too small to be useful."

Hearing Lefèvre's compliment, Magnus smiled and then shook his head, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the topic.

In the end, you still have to keep some hole cards.

"Let's discuss how to attack, although the soldiers are very angry about taking this path. But again, thanks to the paths, we were able to hide our tracks completely, and now, I guess Brittany is completely undefended. ”

Magnus's words are not an exaggeration.

As we all know, the main way of fighting in the Middle Ages was to rely on a mixture of elite soldiers and conscripted militias, and now it is spring, and the peasants are busy preparing for spring ploughing, so this huge number of cannon fodder groups is considered useless.

All that's left is how to deal with their cavalry and elite infantry.

"Lefèvre, I have a very important task for you."

"You just command."

When it came to business, Magnus's tone suddenly became serious, and under the influence of this, Lefèvre also straightened up.

"If we don't go in the wrong direction, we will soon land in the important town of Saint-Malo, an important economic source for Brittany, and once Saint-Malo is surrounded, the Duke of Brittany will be anxious and lead his troops to rescue-"

"I know, we set him up in an ambush on the way and caught him off guard, didn't we?"

Magnus was only halfway through his words, and Lefèvre had already become very excited, which was not to blame him, he had studied the military book for more than ten years, and he was waiting to show his strength today.

"No, the other side is far more familiar with the terrain of Brittany than us, and if there is an ambush, it is likely that it will be recognized, and besides, even if it is an ambush, the casualties of the elite soldiers in the head-on confrontation are still too great."

Unexpectedly, Magnus shook his head, then pointed to a place on the map, and Lefèvre's eyes shrank like the tip of a needle.

"Fort Nantes (2) ......"

"That's right, Fort Nantes, the capital of Brittany, that's your goal!"

"The Duke of Brittany is under-armed, and in order to ensure that he can confront us head-on, he will definitely do his best, and then the defense of Fort Nantes will be very empty. I want you to gallop with your 100 cavalry in the starry night, take down Nantesburg, and lay the foundation for us to win once and for all! ”

Note (1): The smirk of bouncing appeared in the English Stuart era, and I have brought it forward here.

Note (2): The Fort of Nantes, also known as the Château du Dukes of Brittany, was built in the fifteenth century.