"Boom—"

The sound of war horses galloping and the earth trembling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Coming from France, the unruly riders had no intention of restraining their arrogance at all, they wantonly waved their whips, their horses sighed, and trampled every corner of the land at the speed of chasing the wind.

These riders were all standard riders, that is, members of the javelin cavalry.

A total of 100 people, divided into 10 squads in a team of 10 people; They are scouts, the eyes and ears of the army, and on every patrol, four squads go out, four squads wait to rotate, and the remaining two squads are reserved for preparation.

Lefebvre, as the commander of the standard cavalry, took the lead as the captain of a certain squad, and he was also among the riders who rode their horses and galloped wildly.

Or maybe he brought it up in the first place.

Because Lefebvre's heart was depressed, his heart was greatly depressed. Before this year, his world was only martial arts and loyalty, however, with his first expedition, intrigue and subterfuge, the most hated things of his life began to invade his world one by one.

He couldn't say no, and he couldn't.

In fact, Lefebvre was not stupid at all, on the contrary, he was quite smart, and he understood what Prince Philip and General Dugan were here for.

Saròveroaimieiamici.

I swear to be sincere with my friends.

This is the seventh of the knightly virtues, honesty, and on the day of the official knighthood, Lefebvre knelt under the dome of the church and solemnly swore an oath to the statues of the Father, the Virgin and the Son.

If time could be turned back, Le Febvre would rather be just an ordinary little knight than some kind of bullshit future commander like he is now, so maybe he could live a little happier.

But time cannot be turned back, and the past cannot be repeated, and when I think of this, Lefebvre's heart, the depression that had just dissipated, condensed again, and I couldn't help but whip it on the horse's buttocks.

The war horse was in pain, and suddenly ran faster.

On the other side, while Lefebvre was running wildly, Philip and Dugan, as he had expected, began to discuss Magnus.

Anyway, there is a small episode in this.

Dugan was powerful, and the two hundred elite cavalry were like a thousand pounds of stone pressed on the Bretons. What a pride for the cavalry from France, the country where the flower of knighthood was born! They didn't even pay attention to the Breton knights of the same rank as them!

But a barbarian in the barren lands-

Even, because there was not enough oats for war horses, the French cavalry relied on the strength of the crowd and forcibly snatched half of the oats belonging to the Breton knights!

Fortunately, the big war is imminent, and there is finally some self-control between the two sides, and they don't fight first, otherwise it will really be a big joke in the world.

This episode happened to Philip.

It is well known that when camping, the cavalry and the infantry are separated, and it is simply an insult that the noble knight 'master' cannot tolerate sleeping in the same place with a group of lowly foot mercenaries.

However, few people know that the cavalry is also clearly distinguished.

The knights of Brittany and the cavalry of France, one left and one right, one side, the Chu River and the Han border, are clearly distinguished.

Philip was about to make his way to Dugan's quarters as he passed through the cavalry on both sides, and as he passed by one of the Breton knights, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

The laughter was like a contagion, and soon the whole Breton knights were laughing, while the French cavalry clenched their fists, blackened their faces, and hid their voices.

As Philip walked by, he vaguely heard a word: "****!" ”

Or called the rabbit master, or the child prostitution.

Also boats and buildings, famous dolls, with children, laughing and crying, sitting on the terrace, looking forward to the left and right, under the moon and not looking at the moon.

"Your Royal Highness, Your Highness......!"

In the big tent, Dugan, who heard the ridicule, did not look good.

But he couldn't help it.

In the Middle Ages, not only were the well-known priests who loved boys, but some nobles often carried two or three good-looking boys with them in case of 'unforeseen needs'.

And Philip, his identity outside is the son of a knight, to put it bluntly, he has no status, but he can follow the general and often go in and out of the most important general's residence, so don't blame others for gossiping.

Besides, this is tradition, even Louis VII, as a king, will also have some unknown boy lovers.

Such a lover not only satisfies the confused psychology of some nobles, but also does not bring such a discrediting thing as an illegitimate child, which is really cost-effective and convenient, so it is elegant.

However, this 'elegant' custom was really unacceptable to the 'barbarian' Bretons, so the disgruntled Breton knights ridiculed it.

"No, Dugan, it's nothing, anyway, they don't know who I am, so let them go."

Philip was not angry at all.

Although he is young and light, he is thoughtful, and he has learned the emperor's mental arts, and he has long stopped taking those so-called honors in his eyes.

"Alright, let's get down to business, Uncle Dugan, do you have a plan for tomorrow's battle?"

Philip asked Dugan.

The Count of Brest was not a fool, even if Magnus's army was all professional soldiers, and the speed of the march was beyond imagination. But before the army opened, it bought grain, smelted iron, and made swords...... There's always a little bit of wind leaking.

This little rumor was enough to make the Earl raise his vigilance and gather the soldiers.

"Your Royal Highness, this is very simple, although the earl has prepared in advance, but with our strength...... Hmph, it's not worth mentioning. ”

Duggan was dismissive.

He has the money.

One hundred elite standard horses, and one hundred heavily armed knights, a total of two hundred stubborn iron horses, this is enough to make people frightened, the average duke, as if the former Duke of Brittany, fought for the old is this level.

General Dugan didn't have to think of any plans at all, he just needed to be upright and overwhelm people, and the war would be won.

But Philip was not satisfied.

He frowned and said with a little dissatisfaction: "General Dugan! You know that's not what I'm asking! ”

The title suddenly changed from uncle to general.

This is not only a difference in title, but also a difference in attitude, calling uncle, talking about human feelings, even if it is a gag, it is not a big deal; But called a general, that is a monarch and a minister, the difference between a monarch and a minister is like the difference between heaven and earth, even if the relationship between Dugan and Philip is close, a faint coercion also envelops his heart.

"Alas...... Well, Your Highness the Prince, I, I am still waiting for a reply from His Majesty the King. ”

After hesitating for a moment, under the pressure of Philip, Dugan still told the truth honestly.

Louie's answer, of course, is not to be commanded remotely by Louie, who is thousands of miles away, with the communication conditions of the Middle Ages, even if there is a black technology of flying pigeons, it is bound to lose.

will be outside, and the monarch's order will not be affected, and this is the truth.

Dugan waited for Louis to answer whether the outcome of this war would be to lose or win.