At first, the Dre Knight was still a little confused, how could he be retaliated against if he was guarding the city? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Uxhall has never fallen, so it's a great place for aristocratic dudes. If it is an ordinary knight novel, these sons and brothers are definitely some unlearned and unskilled children, and the city spends all day drinking, drunk and drunk, and a good fortress has also been turned into a resort.

However, novels are novels after all, and the gap between them and reality is still quite large. In this chaotic world, even nobles don't know if they can live until the sun rises the next day, and if their sons can live to inherit their titles. Therefore, all they can do is to keep giving birth and find enough spare tires for their families. This is also why some nobles are obviously fifty or sixty years old, and they are still busy getting married and having children. And these children, for the prosperity of the family, they dare not give up, and all of them are carefully cultivated, after all, no one knows which one will inherit the position of the head of the family in the end. Of course, although this practice has led to a lot of inheritance disputes, most of the time, it still makes the family stronger. At the same time, as aristocrats, they have more social resources in their hands, and the children they cultivate, although they do not rule out the existence of gentlemen, are indeed better than the children of commoners in most cases.

As for why so much nonsense is being said here, the reason is that I want to make out the fact that those who remained in the inner city, the last elite troops left by Swadia in Uxhall, the hole cards of the Dre Knights, are all descendants of the nobility!

Now, it's a big deal. The knight suddenly found himself under so much pressure that every one of his men had a background, and none of them could die. Because once a person dies, he will definitely offend the family behind that person. They may not have the guts to provoke the noble Earl of Uxhall, but they can take revenge on their little knight. If you choose to surrender, there is no doubt that you will be executed for losing your teacher and humiliating the country, but if you choose to defend the city, even if you defend it in the end, as long as there are casualties, you will be retaliated, and this is a disaster for the whole family.

He didn't want to die, but he didn't want his wife and children to go to hell with him.

These few dozen minutes made him look more than ten years older, and he stared at the letter with a grim face, not saying a word. Eventually, he took a deep breath, used all his strength to lift the quill in the inkwell, and wrote on the letterhead that had already been spread out, and the Battle of Uxhall came to an end, and the knight princess Asona took the fortress at an almost negligible cost, and the commander of the city, the knight Drey, was killed after the defeat. After all, Asona lived up to her knightly name, and still kept her promise, allowing the remnants of the city to leave.

This kindness has also been widely praised along with her supreme martial arts and has become a new legend on the mainland!

He wrote for a while, then with trembling hands he put the letter into an envelope and told the attendant to send it out. When Fatis and the men of the "Bloodfront" completely occupied the inner city, Asona led her guards into the great city of Uxhall. Presumably because it had never been conquered before the princess, the city is simply a museum of Swadian architecture. The earliest is of course the central castle in the Kesk style, which is mainly black and gray, the building is tall, square, beautifully trimmed but angular, and has a variety of spires, towers and stone bridges as outbuildings, and from a distance, you can even feel an invisible coercion, showing a kind of supreme solemnity. There is no doubt that this kind of "Demon King City" is made to demonstrate the supreme authority of Empress Mary Burne, well, and perhaps a little bit of personal dissatisfaction of the architect.

The outer circle of the inner city is the residence of the nobles, which should theoretically be in line with the castle. Unfortunately, most of them were destroyed in a rebellion in the mid-to-late Karad Empire. The rebels rose from the outer city, setting off a frenzy of rebellion in the Karad Empire. However, it is astonishing that in the eight or nine years between the beginning of the rebellion and its suppression, the rebels used all means, even demolishing all the houses they could to use as siege stones, but even so, the towering castle still stood until Suno's army swept away all the rebellion and finally blocked this last force under the wide walls of Uxhall. This is officially the time that on the continent of Calradia, the legend of the fortress of Buluo was created.

However, now, this castle, which has never been breached, has been opened by a small letter, and it has to be said that it is really a trick.

When the rebels were wiped out, it was only natural that the city would have to be rebuilt, and at that time, the architecture of the Egromian style was in vogue. This style can be said to be very different from the Kesk style, at that time, under the impetus of the emperor, the belief of Oroding flourished in the empire, and as the style of the god of war, these rebuilt mansions have more or less elements of war fortresses in them. But the aristocracy didn't like cold castles, so the designers boldly used their imagination to add some Virgian-style curved domes, changing the square building to a circular building, and boldly using a combination of stone and wood on the walls, plus courtyards and statues, to make the whole building more round and soft.

In the following period, with the continuous wars and reconstruction, the Cork, Silot, Ollen, etc., a series of styles that appeared in the history of Swadia have made their mark on the city.

As the army walked along the city's central thoroughfare, a cheerful Asona looked with interest at the various buildings on either side. To be honest, it's not that she hasn't been to Uxhall, but she didn't know that there was so much knowledge about these buildings when she came before. Of course, these partial knowledge were taught to her by Mu during the journey. As they approached the inner city, the army passed through a small aristocratic courtyard, in which a samurai squatting on the doorstep with his sword in his hand and munching on bread, apparently the owner of the courtyard. The samurai was still wearing the old equipment of the red-shirted iron horseman, and judging by the beard that could not even hide the visor, the samurai was a little old. And his gaze swept over the passing troops from time to time, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Aisona looked at the blood stains on his sword, and then at the corpses piled aside, and knew that it was probably those mercenaries with unclean hands and feet who were doing something again, but this time they kicked the iron plate.

However, to be able to kill so many people, it is really good to be old and strong. Aisona felt the old samurai's gaze sweep over her, and bowed slightly on her horse in apology. The old samurai didn't expect the leader to be so polite, first stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly, which was considered to be forgiving Asona's mistake, but his gaze at the others was still cold. Her Royal Highness the princess understood, so she hurriedly summoned the heralds, told the commanders of each unit to take care of their men, and looting was strictly forbidden.

When Her Royal Highness entered the castle hall, Fatis and the other three mercenary captains had been waiting for a long time. As a colleague in the mercenary world, Fatis had already introduced the three captains to Asona. The man with a neatly trimmed beard, sitting elegantly at the table, sipping a glass of ale, and standing behind him a squire with an equally elegant demeanor was undoubtedly the noble head of Giorgio. The one who paced back and forth with the big sword on his back to relieve his boredom must be the head of the Great Sword Regiment, York. As for the remaining one, Asona searched the hall for a while before she found a strange man in a shadowy corner, presumably the Gray Captain Srallet.

"Meet Her Highness the Princess. Seeing Asona come in, Joljo immediately knelt down and saluted her, and the attendants behind him followed suit. And the head of York seemed to be a little at a loss when he saw this big battle, and he looked around and didn't know what to do, and as for the shadow, there was also a dazed atmosphere.

Aisona smiled and helped Joljo up, and at the same time turned her face to the other two regiment commanders and beckoned, "You two, don't be restrained, please sit down." ”

Joljo and the other two captains sat down at the table, while the waiter and Fatis stood straight behind the captain and the princess, respectively.

"So, the captains," Isona smiled gently, "let's get down to business." Mu told me in the letter, and what do you want from me, or the royal family?"

"I hope to revive my family, Your Highness the Princess. Joljo stood up again, bowed and said, "As long as I can restore the glory of the Outlanji family, I am willing to be loyal to you for generations, Your Highness the Princess." ”

"I'm sorry, Captain Giorgio," said Asona, who hesitated for a moment, but asked anyway, "where is this Fort Otlanji?" ”

"It's not your fault, Your Highness the Princess. Captain Giorgio smiled self-deprecatingly, "This castle may have been destroyed before you were born. ”

Then he straightened up, cleared his throat, and sang aloud in a fancy voice that only a bard would use

"White Mountain Black Forest Bay Water,

Half of the city was covered with snow.

Modauviruga splendid Manchester City,

Light the fire to warm my heart.

and grieved for the barbarians disturbing the city,

There are hot-blooded men guarding the frontier.

I'd rather turn into a handful of black soil in my hometown,

Don't love a foreign country.

”

After singing, his eyes were already overflowing with tears, but he still bowed deeply, wiped the corners of his eyes without a trace, and then stood up and said, "This is a long-standing ballad sung in Otlanjiburg, and according to my grandfather, every time they go out on a battle, the soldiers will sing this song and go to battle." Only now ... Alas... ”

Joljo was still immersed in his own pain, but Aisona did frown slightly when she heard this. Judging from his lyrics, Otlanjiburg should be on the Northlands, that is, on the side of Nord and Virgian, in other words, this man's ancestors were the nobles of Virgia, the rebel of the Great Empire. Thinking of this, Aisona shook her head, it was already this time, how could she still care about the origin of the vassal?

So she comforted, "Captain Jorjo, you don't have to be sad. I can promise that when I ascend the throne as king, you will at least receive the title of baron and a fief worthy of it, what do you think?"

Giorgio is also a smart guy and knows his place very well. So, after wiping away his tears, he and his attendants half-knelt in front of Aisona and said, "Your Majesty, my life is yours." ”

Princess Asona smiled with satisfaction, "Please, Baron Jorjo, I look forward to your future performance." Once the baron-to-be was back in his seat, Princess Asona cast her gaze to the farthest point of the table. The man who had been hidden in the shadows was sitting there right now. Before, his face was obscured by the shadow of the castle pillars, but now, Aisona could see his face clearly. This man is very ordinary-looking, more like a farmer working in the fields than the leader of the mercenary group. Sure enough, as rumored, Aisona thought to herself.

This mercenary group is quite low-key, from the regiment commander to the ordinary soldiers, to the point where its presence is thin. How thin is this presence, so thin that I forgot to describe their performance on the battlefield...

Haha, just kidding.

As a large mercenary group, almost no one mentions him in normal times, only when he drinks and blows b, he compares it with several other equally powerful mercenary groups. The reason why the Beacon Gray mercenary group has such a low sense of existence is that while other mercenary groups are soliciting customers, it strives to stay away from the crowd and accept tasks in a way that some Assassin organizations have. But if you open its resume, you will be surprised to find that this mercenary group has participated in many major things, but no one can tell how they did it, so that the name "Beacon Ash" has almost become an urban legend.

The leader of the mysterious mercenary group was now sitting in front of her, which made Asona feel some pressure, but the woman's curiosity soon got the better of her.

"Are you the head of Sralette?" asked the princess.

The man nodded.

"So... ”

"My brothers and I need a chance for revenge. The man spoke suddenly, his voice a little hoarse, as if he had been sharpened by a file.

"Revenge?" Asona raised an eyebrow, "to whom?"

The man took out a neatly folded sheet of paper from his close-fitting pocket, pressed it on the table and slid it slightly, just in front of Princess Ezona.

Aisona opened it and looked, Baron Colelin, Scankaval, Baron Ville... There were a dozen names on the paper, all of them low-ranking nobles.