"Caught the 'tongue'!" The scouts were glad to report the good news to the large forces behind, and a moment before they were talking about how they could find further news, the road was desolate, they saw far more wild beasts than living people, and those living people were only sheep herders and hunters, and they knew nothing about the exiled Neustrian royal family, and it was obvious that they could not get any decent information from them.

"It's better to catch a nobleman, so that you can get some news, ordinary people don't know anything."

"Hey, it's easy to say, nobles are not reeds in the ground, how can they say that there is? Aren't they hard people who have to work, and in this kind of weather, will they come out and shake around when they have nothing to do? ”

"It's hard to say, maybe one of them will run out? These noble lords are very willful. ”

"Then the gods must bless him to be sane and understand what we are asking, otherwise it will be a waste of joy - there are many crazy people among these noble lords - the last time we were in the rebellion in West Klein, we met one, who thought that by sprinkling salt we would turn our men and horses to ashes—"

"The result?"

"Whew, what else can it do? I'm going to be with Count Bagh and them—I wonder if Count Bagh will be able to become the head of a thousand men before our leader!" ”

"Hee-hee."

"When we win this battle and arrest all the foreign bandits who supported the remnants of the previous dynasty, Count Bagh's men may be able to form a team of two thousand!"

"Haha."

In this way, they imagined the beautiful scene of the end of the war and the guarantee of peace in Neustria, but it happened that as soon as they fell asleep, someone gave them a pillow. The hussar who ran at the front, with the sharpest eyes, reported. A team of hunters suspected to be the forerunner of the nobility was discovered. The next thing can be said to be familiar to the light cavalry who have long had rich experience in fighting and luring the enemy. At first, they wanted to capture the Duke of Ulrich, but when the opponent counterattacked fiercely and reinforcements arrived, these light cavalry cleverly used the method of pretending to retreat, using their light horsepower to stretch and scatter the chasing team, and then turned around and attacked those outdated followers who were not very well equipped and horsepower, and after solving the guards, the remaining people had no advantage in numbers.

That one was at the front of the line at first. The knights who gave them resolute resistance, and did not fall into their trap, resisted them the longest. If the Earl of Horns hadn't fallen for them, the light cavalry might not have been able to take down the horses. On the way back, they held a small summary meeting to discuss whether the nobles who used to run away and fight were too contemptuous. The facts are in front of them, when the difference between the numbers of the two sides is not large, and the other party does not know their prestige, the nobles of the squad are still very capable of fighting.

This captive fought bravely because of his previous cunning. And because of his apparently much more splendid garments and ornaments than the others, he received the highest courtesy from the hussars, who stripped him of his armor and tied it firmly with many oxen ropes. And he tied the horse that was carrying him to the horses of the other men, so that he could not escape.

"It must be a nobleman of high status, look at the big gemstone ring on his hand."

"Yes. And, look at his blonde hair. I wonder he's a close confidant of the Duke Regent! ”

They didn't know he was the Duke because of the speed with which he was captured. The duke was arrested before he could change his mind about surrendering, and he didn't have time to call out his name, and then, according to the experience of the counterinsurgency war, the light cavalry stuffed his ears and mouth with wool balls, and tied his hands so tightly that he couldn't make gestures - in the counterinsurgency war, there were some captured nobles who bribed some scum who had infiltrated the new government with their valuable jewelry, and escaped while they were unprepared, and afterwards led people to bloodied the militia who helped the new government, which caused a very bad impact, so, The Prisoner Ordinance added the rule that the captive could not talk to the noble captive, and that the captive's hands were bound to the point where they could not make gestures.

The Duke of Ulrich, who had once held a high position in Neustria, and stomped his feet, and the whole of Neustria, whether king, noble, or church, was tied up like a pig to the slaughter, and rode on a horse that was originally a subordinate, to the large force of the new government expeditionary force of the new Neustria, to a stranger whom he thought he knew.

Of course, his pride simply made him unacceptable, so, even though he was bound and unable to move, the Duke of Ulrich still raised his chin as high as he could, and closed his eyes tightly to show his disdain for these people, he was a nobleman of status, in terms of blood, and the emperor and others were related, and he picked up wealth, although he was in exile, the treasure accumulated in his past plundering career was still there, better than many reigning kings, so he was not afraid of what the other party would do to him.

However, after they had walked a long way, the Duke of Ulrich began to feel that something was wrong, and he heard some familiar sounds, the clashing of metal armor and weapons, the sound of horses' hooves and men's feet on the frozen ground, the creaking of wheels over the ice and snow, all very familiar sounds of the Duke who grew up in the far north and grew up in the life of a horseman, but at this moment, these familiar sounds seemed so strange!

What is the devil at work? Or did the pagan gods who had been abandoned by him and who were not allowed to sacrifice blood, finally catch up with him across the sea?

The Duke opened his eyes suddenly, and was speechless by the scene in front of him—and he had been able to retreat first and then counterattack without haste when the whole scout light cavalry rushed at him—but what appeared in front of him was more than the poor Duke's cognitive abilities.

Thousands of infantry—infantry, not so-called "infantry" drawn from the ground and stuffed with sticks in their hands—walked in this snowy and snowy land with neat steps, all wearing armor and armor, their steel weapons shining with a sharp cold light, and their eyes shining with a cold light comparable to their weapons—these were experienced warriors, and the Duke recognized them at a glance! But how is this possible? Who can have such a well-organized army? The emperor himself did not either! Who can command so many warriors in one direction by one man? It's a miracle of magic!

In the middle of the infantry ranks, there were four-wheeled carts and heavy cavalry, and on the periphery of the infantry ranks, from time to time there were light cavalry galloping back and forth like his captors. Normally, these were worthy of the Duke's attention, but now, compared to the large, disciplined and well-equipped infantry ranks, these were not in the Duke's eyes, and his eyes were only fixed on this incredible army. (To be continued......)