It's another heavy rain, and it doesn't get any worse than that. ”

The thunder roared, the rain poured down, and Byron and Kenrad lifted the curtain of their tents, shook the droplets of water piled up on their armour, and complained about the weather.

But the inside of the tent wasn't much bigger than the outside, with the muddy floor, the moldy and rotten food tangled in the moisture, and the rats and fleas that roamed the corners. But the worst thing is that this tent belongs to Byron himself!

At this time, the serious baron of Swadia, a tycoon with a fortune of hundreds of thousands of dinars, was crouching by the fire like a beggar in the city, covered in dampness, and his face was as bad as the weather had been late.

"You know, Fatis, I've always wanted to be a noble lord and live a comfortable life watching civilians and soldiers salute me. Now that I am a nobleman, the soldiers call me Lord and salute me, but I feel that my life is not as good as it was when I was a mercenary. ”

Byron put a blanket on himself and moved closer to the fire, but he still couldn't stop the wet and cold dampness, and shivered all over his body.

"As a nobleman, you have to pay something, my lord, and have a drink of spice bar, I just warmed it."

Fatis, who had been in the tent for a while, helped Byron remove his water-stained armor and threw it to Johnny Kim's hand to wipe it off. He took the copper flask from the fire and poured Byron a full glass of mulled wine. It is generally accepted in the medical community of Calradia that this expensive drink can ward off the cold.

"Take my armor too, young man."

After Byron found a dried animal skin and sat down on the ground, Kenrad also took off his plate armor and handed it to Johnny, who accepted it with some reluctance.

"Don't leave me aside, Fatis, and give me a glass of wine. I'm not a knight or a nobleman, so I can't live that well, but I don't want to be cold and suffer in the mud all the time. ”

Ken sat down on the dirt very naturally, didn't mind the eyes of the two people next to him, took off his wet shirt, and showed his scars and scars on the fire. Drops of water dripped from his hair and landed in the cup that Fatis had handed him, mixing with the steaming mulled wine. Kenrad shrugged his shoulders indifferently at the sight of the murky droplets dripping into the wine, and then raised his hand to put the mulled wine into his mouth.

"This is not the right time to go to war."

Fatis sat down as well, baking his clothes that were not yet dry, and chatting with Byron.

"It's been raining lately, the land is muddy, diseases are rampant, the camp is full of rats, and the soldiers have been complaining."

Fatis took up the stick and poked the charcoal in the fire, and whispered to Byron:

"You came back from outside, you should know what our morale is like. The king chose a good battlefield, and the terrain was flat and suitable for cavalry battles. But in this case, our advantage will be lost, and our sick soldiers will not be able to fight. ”

After Fatis finished speaking, Byron nodded and sighed very dissatisfied.

"I have worse news here, King Harauth has rejected the Counts' advice, he does not want to wait for the arrival of other troops or the weather to improve, he has demanded that we must leave for the battlefield to-morrow and attack the camp of the Nords, which is a nightmare."

When Byron said the last two sentences, he said every word through gritted teeth.

"Damn it!"

Dissatisfied, Kenrad drank the whole glass of mulled wine in one gulp, choked and coughed, and threw out the clay cup in anger.

The cup fell to the ground and rolled a few times on the damp dirt, but it was unscathed, which made Kenrad even angrier.

"Everything is terrible, whether it's the damn weather or the arrogant aristocrats! Do you know what the boys say? They all thought that this battle was a mistake, that they would not be able to get a few of them, and that they would have to fight the Nords in this hellish place, and that group of northerners would be crazy when they got into a fight! If they knew they were going to war tomorrow, the grumbling would be endless, and they shouldn't be expected to help when the time comes. ”

Kenrad vented his frustration very rarely, and Fatis and Byron listened silently, not wanting to interrupt him at all. Since their arrival at the camp, they have been subjected to many unfair treatments, and the king and many nobles have rejected Byron because he is of humble origin and richer than them. The Peony mercenaries, who were the main force of Byron's fighting, were very angry with the endless sarcasm and poor supply of the noble knights, and the two sides almost fought several times. They were not interested in this job with little oil and water, and their morale was low.

"Alright, Kenrad, enough talking. But having come to this point, we have no choice at this time, the big battle will start tomorrow, we must arrive at the battlefield on time, otherwise King Haraus will definitely clean me up, you must know that he has been waiting for this excuse for a long time. ”

When Kenrad said he was tired, Byron handed him his wine, hoping to calm him down.

"It would be better for us to complain less and be more prepared, for the king has already sent to tell us that we will take the lead in tomorrow's battle and meet the Nord army head-on."

Kenla almost squirted the wine out of his mouth, even though he had learned the news from Byron before, but every time he thought about it, he felt like he wanted to scold his mother. After all, the work of taking the lead is not something that any army can handle, either it is an absolute elite or a cannon fodder to test firepower. Their soldiers were to rush to the front, to receive the praise and praise of the soldiers behind them, and to suffer the heaviest casualties of the entire army.

"A frontal assault is basically a dead end, but it is difficult for us to adjust tactically, after all, His Majesty has already formulated a strategy."

Fatis analysed the current situation and the situation he might face tomorrow, and the result was not at all happy.

"The heavy rain has made the flat land as muddy as a swamp, and it will be very difficult for our cavalry to attack, and the gunpowder will not burn. In contrast, the heavy rain also made their archers unable to use their bows and arrows normally, but the throwing axes and javelins were not affected too much. I recommend moving safely, not staying too far away from other friendly forces, and preferably attracting them to attack on their own, so that we can hold off their attack and attack their flanks. King Harauth's troops could take advantage of the situation to attack, eat some of the Nord's forward troops, force the rest of the troops back, and then win. Fatis made a few strokes on the ground with a stick of fire, explaining the tactics he had come up with.

"So, this is King Harlaus's tactic?"

"Not exactly, most of them are my guesses, after all, the king only told us to attack from a certain position, and nothing else. In fact, if it rains so heavily tomorrow, I'm afraid we won't even be able to see our own queue clearly, and in that case, we will be in even greater trouble. ”

Fatis replied with some embarrassment, but Byron did not mean to reproach him.

"It's okay, Fatis, we all know it's King Harauth's problem, he doesn't trust us and wants to deliberately drain our strength. Arrange the battle as yours, and tell our soldiers by the way, let them protect themselves, I don't want to set up my whole army for Haraus. ”

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