Before considering the question of how much ransom should be demanded from the diocese of Turnnest, Count Bagg had poured five full cups of mead, which he used were as large as today's German beer glasses, and not counting the ones he drank during his meals.

How much ransom to demand, it is indeed a question worth considering, a bishop of a wealthy diocese like Tournest, a hundred pounds of silver...... Two hundred pounds of silver...... Three hundred pounds of silver...... It seems to be a little missing...... Four hundred pounds of silver......

It turns out that it is not advisable to do such advanced math problems as calculating the ransom while drinking, especially for an illiterate person who cannot even draw a cross.

He counted his fingers, and he didn't finish counting to twenty.

Naturally, he didn't count how many glasses of wine he had drunk.

When his brain was as full of alcohol as his stomach, he finally remembered that he had been able to do this thanks to the same "alcohol test" of his brain as his stomach - that he had to catch the bishop and the lady before he could extort the ransom. The letter informs that the bishop's army is in the diocese

and fight him at the borders of the countydom.

"Ugh." The Count was a little sad because he had to leave his favorite wine table and make a trip to catch the fat sheep.

Why didn't the battle take place at the door? The result is the same anyway!

Now, he had to work hard to get to the borders of his realm and bring the captives back!

Alas, alas, it's all to blame for laughing so hard that he actually forgot about this stubble.

It is obvious that since the bishop did not come to his door with an army to challenge. Well, he sat at home. There is no ransom.

"Prepare the horses." He said this to his priest, and then he yelled at the others at the table. "Now, let's go catch that fat sheep." His simple and crude speech was far from being comparable to Xenophon's, but his subordinates responded enthusiastically, for they all knew Tourne

What a land of wealth and how vulnerable her rulers were.

They all commented on how incredible it was that they had not thought of attacking the diocese of Tournest itself, but were content to be content to rob the road on her edge.

Now, they're about to make up for it. How could this not make them ecstatic.

The Count's indistinct commands, which he had drunk on, sounded like fairy music to them at this moment, who were anxious to make a fortune. Of course, the Count would not give them an equal share of the spoils of war according to their heads, but these people knew how many chances of making a fortune they had when escorting captives. As a result, their morale is particularly high. Simply

Without mobilization, they were impatient to get their equipment.

If a serious mobilization had been carried out, Count Bagh could have mobilized two thousand or even more, since this was in his own domain. He didn't have to think about logistics, he didn't have to leave men to farm, and every man in his territory who could be called up could be recruited into the army—three days was enough time for him to inform the territory

of every adult man. And give them enough time to find a suitable stick and say goodbye to their families.

However, Count Bagh let alone the general mobilization. He did not even mobilize all of his original armed men.

"You can't miss the little sheep because you're busy catching the big sheep!" That's what he said, and that's how he arranged his tactics. His armed men were originally divided into two shifts. Now he ordered the men on duty to continue to patrol the road for him, catching every fat sheep that passed, while he himself led the others

A group of men went to deal with the bishop.

When the count's procession came out of the gate of his courtyard, it looked quite imposing. At the front was the man who carried the flag for the Earl, and behind him was the Earl, and behind the Earl's horse were his ten knights, some of whom were his own, and some of whom had heard that he was doing this business, and who had come from others

The place brought people to him.

The Count was surrounded by his retinue, the reserve knights who followed him on horseback, the heralds, the men who carried his weapons, and each of his knights had their own retinue, all of whom followed their master closely. Beyond the knights and retinues, there were infantry regiments, which carried a wide variety of weapons

From formal bows to hardwood sticks, there are so many different colors that can dazzle the layman. Some of them wore helmets and leather armor, while others were in tattered clothes, no different from ordinary serfs. The origin and composition of these infantry were as complex as their equipment: some of them were freedmen in the countydom

the strongest of the serfs, requisitioned by the earl; Some were freemen who could not go on elsewhere, and went to the earl in order to have something to eat; Some of them were monks who made vows to cultivate the Tao, but they found that they could not stand the rules and precepts set by the saints, so they brazenly jumped over the wall and went to the earl to help collect the pilgrimage tax; Some were originally bandits, rely on

The big tree of the Earl is good for the shade; There were also two blonde and blue-eyed Yankees, who had fallen behind in the raid on Turnest with their chieftain a few years earlier, and the Count had taken a fancy to their skill in making axes and bows and arrows.

In addition to the knights and infantry, there were also servants who accompanied the army, and because the battlefield was in the territory of the Count of Bagh, they did not bring men to set up tents, feed horses, grind flour, cook, and repair, and the number of servants was smaller than usual—all of them had only fifty servants, two of whom were carrying leather bags for the Count's wine

Target. Hearing that the bishop of Turnest did not drink alcohol, the Count of Bagar was afraid that he would not find any wine to celebrate in the spoils of war at the time of his victory, he ordered that he should bring some celebratory wine. The other servants carried shackles and ropes, which were ready to be used to bind the captives.

With the addition of servants, the army of Count Bagh reached a total of three hundred and fifty men. The Count felt that it was a waste of money, for he thought that with far less men than this would be enough to defeat—or rather, to frighten his enemies, if that coward is worthy of being called an enemy."

"All we have to do is pick up our weapons, wave them twice in the air, and charge at them, and we'll be able to scare that little bishop's guts!" The Count said so, and prepared their tactics in the same way.

First of all, all the knights took their spears and drove the horses with the count towards the enemy's position.

And then...... Then they could capture the captives who had fled in all directions. When the time comes, the infantry and retinue they bring with them will help them round up the captives and tie them up.

In the count's calculations, only a handful of knights is enough to complete this tactical arrangement.

For a young bishop from a civilian background who has only touched a pig-killing knife (not necessarily a knife), and a young bishop who is so poor in talent that he actually relies on a young woman to command the troops, does he need to use more men and horses and more complex tactics?

The Count thought that he had already looked up to his cowardly, ridiculous opponent in such an arrangement.

Helplessly, all his men knew how rich the diocese of Turnest was, and who would let the opportunity to make a fortune slip away from them and sit at home and watch over the house? So, he had to bring twice as many people as he expected.

Three hundred and fifty men shouted and neighed, and (by the standards of the time) rushed towards the clearing where the diocese of Tourneste bordered the countydomes.

On the way, the procession stopped to rest, and the Count had eaten a full meal in the morning, drank a great deal of wine, and had been running for a while to get warm, so he told the procession to stop and rest.

It was too hard, he thought, and once again regretted that he had not set the battlefield at the gate of his house, but had obeyed the bishop's request and set it at the junction of the territory.

Then it occurred to him whether the men he had ordered to continue collecting the "pilgrimage tax" along the road had seriously collected the "pilgrimage tax" for him, or had they found it profitable to attack the bishop's ranks on a first-come, first-served basis?

His idea was not unfounded, as he had not seen any signs of patrolling along the way.

Thinking of this, Count Bagh was deeply disturbed.

The knight was supposed to be loyal to his master, but the bishop of Tournest ...... That's a lot of money! Several of his men were notorious wandering knights, and though they had sworn to him, they were nothing compared to the wealth they were about to reach! The Earl knows, just take it out

A fraction of that fortune to do penance was enough for a monk to be exempted from their vows.

"Ahh Fool! That's hundreds of pounds, no, thousands of pounds of silver! The Count cursed, and he could not delay any longer, and immediately ordered the whole army to continue their march towards the predetermined battlefield. (To be continued......)