Kingdom of Tada, province of Esoria, Kairamonch;

Kairamonch, the capital of the province of Essoria, the southwestern stronghold of the Kingdom of Tada, and the largest city in the county of Seville. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, although Kairamonchi was the capital of the province, with a population of tens of thousands, tall walls, and convenient facilities, the Count of Seville, the de facto owner of the land, did not live in the big city. Although the county spanned two provinces, including the whole of Esoria and a small part of the province of Raquel to the north, Sevier himself did not choose to stay in the large province of Esoria, but lived in a small territory to the north. What is even more strange is that the Earl's most powerful deterrent force, the Earl's 30,000 private troops remained in the territory to the north, gathered near his manor. The duty of guarding the province of Esoria naturally fell to the local local garrison and the nobleman Sijun. Leave such a large piece of land alone, but stay in the manor. Gathering so many troops here puts Esolia in a half-royal and half-self-reliant situation. Many people did not understand the Count of Seville's intentions, and thought that it was unwise to do so, because he had a conflict with the king and had a self-respecting army, but allowed the royal family to enter Esolia as officials and lords. In their eyes, this is a mistake.

But what those people didn't know was that it was because of this wonderful compromise with the king that the Duke of Sevier was able to grow stronger. It was precisely because the 30,000-strong army was not stationed and controlled the entire province of Esoria that the Count developed to the point of self-respect. It is precisely because the royal family can still exercise power in Esoria that the two sides did not tear their faces and start fighting.

The 'wise' man knew that the Count's army would easily not enter Esolia, which would mean that the Count was about to take over the land once and for all. And as the situation develops, I am afraid that the royal family can only watch the lords carve out a kingdom within a kingdom.

However, the situation always turned out unexpectedly, and the count's army arrived and entered the province of Esoria. The Earl was not voluntary, but at this time he could only bite the bullet under the urging of the royal family and the gains and losses of interests.

Outside the city of Kairamonch, troops from the north are constantly gathering. Dressed in bright and striking armor and carrying a large number of flags and markings, the infantry legions, led by young noble generals and lords, entered the city with pride. In the eyes of these young aristocratic troops, the "rebels" were nothing more than a rabble of country people, who could not be defeated simply because the local troops were too wasteful. But in their eyes, defeating these guys will be an easy and honorable thing. Behind these beautiful aristocratic armies, however, the subordinate forces of the poor were indeed making a difficult advance, pulling heavy wagons, and under the whips of the nobles, hauling supplies and military supplies for the troops in front. They were not qualified to use horses to pull carts, and the noble cavalry who passed by proudly needed the horses to decorate their armies and show off their heroism.

The neat cavalry unit opened a long line, deliberately showing the handsome posture of the noble young people, and also set off how vulgar and ignorant the "untouchables" next to them were, ugly and lowly. Dressed in brand-new armor and with long feathers stuck in helmets on their heads, the young men waved to the young women passing by the roadside from time to time to show their love. The women also gave them a smile and expressed their affection. But what the girls don't know is that these "Prince Charming" are just playing with them and then showing off their "mistresses" in front of their friends.

The Count's army came from many local noble lords, and their troops were of all kinds, dressed in various attire, carrying their own family flags, competing and showing off with each other. As if they were not going to war, but to the streets for carnival parades.

An infantry regiment was heavily armored with a ballista. The most distinctive feature of this force is their faith, as an army under the lord of the Cult of Light, they not only carry the accompanying priests, but the soldiers also carry the "Holy Book of Light" and various light charms, which they believe will keep them away from the attack of the sword on the battlefield. In the same way, the priests took the canon and spread the light in their hands on each of the ballistae and trebuchets, "consecrating" these weapons.

A viscount who was trusted by the earl was even more thoughtful this time, and his troops made an exception to pull three carts in horse-drawn carriages, not so that the poor soldiers could save effort, but because the carts were loaded with blocks of fine stone, which people could not pull. The stones were very important, and they were used by the viscount to erect a monument to the Earl. He even ordered dozens of drafts to be prepared to commemorate this "great victory."

Noble and elegant troops gathered in the city in groups, and the citizens went to the streets to "watch" these troops who had never fought before, and pointed out their beautiful clothes and decorations. The young officers held their heads high, triumphantly accepting the comments. However, when he saw the coolie soldiers struggling to pull the cart behind him, his expression instantly became ugly.

"Let the group of "dog things" in the back hurry up! They're just too ugly in the back...''

The pauper officers next to them received orders from the nobles, scolded and waved the whips in their hands, and drove the pauper soldiers next to them to keep moving forward...

''Woooooo

The dull sound of a horn came from afar, and the black glow of the iron shimmered in the sunlight. The troops who were hurrying into the city had turned their heads, they knew what that particular horn sound meant, and they knew that their Earl's personal guard had arrived at this time.

Heavy footsteps grew louder and louder, and the guards in black iron armor raised their shields in their hands and cleared the way for the troops in front. Behind them, a handsome knight on a strong steed holds aloft a banner with an image of a knight picking a bright flower, the family symbol of the Count of Seville.

The trumpets continued to sound, and the force continued to advance. After the flag-bearing knights rode by, a large number of hoplites in blue and red armor followed the carriage around the ornate column in the middle of the troops, escorted by the knights on both wings.

In the sky, dozens of big blue birds with a wingspan of nearly four meters lined up, flying above these carriages, and on the backs of the big birds were riders holding blue ** crystals. These bluebird knights, led by the giant vulture in the lead, flew with the troops.

In the center of this huge convoy was a huge carriage pulled by eight red horses with the rank of Warcraft, which could hold up to ten people. The carriage was lavishly decorated, with gold and silver decorations everywhere, and many hedrons of different functions were also distributed on the carriage. The roof of the carriage is even inlaid with a huge special magic crystal lamp so that there is enough brightness when traveling at night.

This is the car of Lord Count Seville, and it is his usual car when he travels.

The troops continued to advance at the sound of horns, and in this carriage, a pair of large hands also opened the windows of the carriage, and a somewhat fat head also leaned over.

''These guys, are they here to travel?'' “

The head glanced at the other lord's armies on the road, and returned to the car with a dissatisfied expression. This man was the Count of Seville himself, and unlike the fleshy head, he was of a decent stature, at least compared to those fat officials and lords. The Count of Seville stretched out his head, straightened his loose robe slightly, and leaned back on the bed-like sofa in the carriage, while the maid beside him hurriedly served fresh fruit.

''That's perfectly normal, with all due respect, my lord, these guys aren't ready for war at all!'' ‘’

On the small sofa beside him, a serious, thin old man looked a little dissatisfied, and crossed his legs in front of the earl.

''I know, Uncle Oakley. They are not like you, who have fought many battles and seen that kind of battlefield life. The Count of Seville opened his mouth, and the maid hurriedly fed him the fruit.

''These young men only know how to enjoy their parents' inheritance, to live in luxury, and to concentrate their energies on the vanity of women's affection, and they are not fodder for war. Oakley seemed to be very upset with those people, and his tone was very serious. The Earl of Seville ate the fruit and motioned for the other maid by the door to hand it to Oakley.

''No, I can't. Oakley waved his hand and pulled out a bottle of red wine from under the sofa, which the maid quickly opened for him.

''These fruits are what my father and I love to eat, and it's normal that they don't suit your appetite. After all, after my father died, I heard that you hadn't touched those fruits in twenty years. The Count of Seville wiped his mouth and asked the maid to make herself the same bottle of red wine.

''I know what these people are capable of, so I don't dare to fight against the Great Briussy III, our King's Majesty, that would be looking for death!'' Count Sevier looked at the red liquid that was constantly shaking in the cup, and was obviously a little unhappy.

"But the good news is that our enemies are not that strong, they are just an elite and a motley army of people that we can defeat, albeit at a great cost." Sevier shook the wine and took a sip: "As long as we win this battle, our troops will be able to enter Esolia reasonably, and the royal family will not say anything." Soldiers can also be trained, hopefully. ‘’

''That's a mess too, it will take a long time to quell the accomplices of the rebellion and the rebellion, and when we are done the king will do it to us.'' Oakley finished his glass of red wine and put it down.

''Yes, I hope to win a little smoother, the Blue Jays brigade in the capital is delayed, it seems that we have a big air threat this time, the opponent's air force is very powerful, I hope the losses can be less...''

While the Earl and Oakley were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the carriage. The Count ordered the door to open, and as soon as it was opened, it was a hurried face.

''Lord Count, the rebels have captured Neckaboos and are now on their way to Kairamonch!'' When the man had finished his report, the Count of Seville was a little incredulous: ''Rebels? Didn't the rebels build fortifications in the Iron Shield Fortress the day before yesterday? “

''It seems that it is just a diversion of attention, and it is impossible for the rebels not to know what we have arrived, and the rebels are trying to fight us in a decisive battle. Oakley didn't make any move, just poured another glass of wine.

''Pass my orders!'' ''Count Seville frowned and thought for a moment, then gave the order.

''Prepare your whole army and head to Neckaboos for a decisive battle with the rebels!'' ‘’

''It's open terrain and it's good for us to attack, but it's still a bit dangerous. Oakley drank half a bottle of red wine, and his face was much more rosy.

''It should be fine.'' Duke Sevier took a deep breath and finally gave the order.