Chapter 59: Philip's Insight (I)
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Assemble people and prepare food and grass...... Although this time Louis also used only cavalry, all of which can be said to be elite, unlike levies, which also need to be mobilized; But cavalry, which means preparing a lot of oats for the war horses, is not an easy job.
And because this time it was Philip's own conquest, Louis was not worried about his safety, and he gathered an extraordinarily large number of cavalry, which alone was enough to offset the time wasted in recruiting peasant soldiers.
But there are obviously people who don't appreciate it.
"What do you say? Tell me again?! ”
In Paris, there was a palace - the French royal family did not have a special palace, so the place where they lived could only be called a palace - Louis VII's eyes widened, staring at the sweaty General Dugan in front of him, and his anger almost broke through the sky.
"Yes, I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, we found this message in His Royal Highness the Prince's room, and His Royal Highness seems to be ...... Seems to ......"
"This rebel!"
Knowing a son is better than a father, although General Dugan didn't say it, Louis already knew the answer.
"Who else is with him?"
After a venting throw, Louis finally calmed down again, thirty years of being king had taught him that anger could not change anything, and that he believed in Philip more than in himself.
"In addition to His Royal Highness the Prince, Lefebvre has also disappeared, as are several other cavalrymen we have cultivated and are closer to His Royal Highness the Prince; Also, according to the reports of the attendants, His Royal Highness had sent him to the market to buy many furs before he disappeared, and I think they were probably dressed as caravans to Brittany. ”
Duggan said.
So Louis was relieved.
Lefebvre, and the other trained cavalrymen, their loyalty to the Capetian family was unquestionable, and in the event of danger, a mortal danger, Lefebvre would lose his life and let Philip escape first.
"Intensify the preparation of the army and let the army go in five days."
Louis rubbed his eyebrows, of course it is good to have a smart son, but the son is too smart, and this becomes a trouble.
And at the same time, champagne collars.
Philip's caravan had just come to this point.
As mentioned in the general scene of introducing France before, the champagne collar is the distribution center of bulk goods in France, and Philip's arrival here is like a river merging into the sea, and no one can tell the difference.
However, it would be an exaggeration to say that no one is paying attention.
In fact, Philip's disguised caravan was quite eye-catching.
It's just a carriage, but it uses two drivers, plus six mercenary guards, so after such a trip, is the money earned enough to pay the mercenary fee?
You know, mercenaries are not something that ordinary people can afford to hire at any given age, and the poor traveling merchants, who drive chariots like Philip, are always alone.
This is a gap in experience, and no matter how resourceful Philip is, he cannot be perfect in a place he does not know at all.
"Therefore, the purpose of our coming out this time is to gain experience."
On the other side, sitting in the carriage, Philip was whispering to Lefebvre.
"Experience?"
"Yes, experience, I'm going to inherit the throne next year."
The old story is repeated, but Philip wasn't showing off.
Being a king is not as simple as you think.
A king who is the most common and common, neither dull nor wise, who does not want to expand and enterprising, but only wants to keep the inheritance of his ancestors, he must know what the grain looks like, when it will be planted, and when it will be harvested.
Food is the foundation of the country.
And Philip, since he was gifted and intelligent, and since he was raised to be the revival master of the Capetian family, he would certainly not be satisfied with knowing only agriculture.
Business is also an important part of a country.
Moreover, when it comes to business, it is inevitable to talk about merchants, although as the saying goes, merchants can sell everything for money, but in reality, those big merchants are far more loyal to the royal family than nobles.
This is because in the Middle Ages, if the country died, the nobles were still nobles, and the merchants had to spend money to avoid disasters because they had money.
Therefore, even in order to save his own life, the merchant has to go to the royal family.
Louis has always only courted the aristocracy, and ignored the behavior of these inconspicuous but powerful merchants, which has made Philip quite dissatisfied from the past, and in his opinion, it is better to run the merchants well than to spend a lot of effort to win over the nobles.
However, the twists and turns in this are needless to say.
In fact, even if Philip had only said a little bit, Lefebvre's eyes had already turned into mosquito coils, and the child really didn't have so many fancy intestines, and he was already dizzy.
In fact, although Philip was talking about a high-sounding sound, he was still a little cautious in his heart.
In the final analysis, he is only a thirteen-year-old child, even if his mind is far more mature than the average person, but the child's playful nature still can't be changed, and Louis has been restricting him to death in order to protect Philip.
It looks very beautiful in front of people, but the suffering behind it can only be borne by yourself.
What's more, Philip will officially inherit the throne next year, and after becoming a king, it will be impossible to sneak out again.
This time he ran away, and Philip had already regarded it as the last madness of his life.
"So, Your Highness the Prince, what should we do first?"
Lefebvre asked.
Although he had led his troops and was actually the most experienced of the cavalry, he still asked Philip for advice.
"Well, first of all, let's find a caravan and ask for a companion, which will be more convenient."
Philip said.
As the number of traveling merchants with horse-drawn carriages on the roads around him increased, Philip understood why the strange looks of the passers-by were looking at him.
Everyone is a carriage and one person, only here, not only sitting in the carriage, but also six people around the carriage, isn't it obvious that they are abnormal.
It's just that this caravan is not easy to find.
"Do you have a mercenary certificate from Saint-Malo?"
"We don't want anyone who doesn't have a mercenary card."
"Don't have a mercenary card? Yes, but your hire fee will be halved and you won't be able to sleep with us at night. ”
……
What's wrong with the world!
Philip's eyes were about to fall to the ground.
Eight 'mercenaries' who are fully armed and strong, and you can know at a glance that they are martial arts, why is no one willing to hire them?
The commission they wanted, Philip learned the lesson of the carriage, and had already inquired, but it was really not high!
And what the hell is that mercenary card?! When do mercenaries still have to be certified to work?!!
"His Royal Highness the Prince......"
"We rushed straight to Saint-Malo overnight." Philip gritted his teeth and interrupted Lefebvre's words: "The original plan has been scrapped! We're not stopping at Champagne, it's an unusual thing, and I'll have to find out as soon as possible—"