"They were terrified," said a herald and his companion on horseback. They all remembered the frightened reaction of the owner of the castle when the head of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce rushed to the castle on a horse to report the news. As the lord of the castle, the lord of the castle, their lord, immediately ordered a recruitment of troops throughout the territory.

"Sir Aegon has not consulted with the Mayor of Red Pines," another herald asked a perceptive question, "this is not in order. Sooner or later, the Confederates will have to recruit troops, and when the time comes, the big names here will find that there are not enough people in this place. Jazz will eat melons and fruits, and he will waste the cost of raising soldiers for dozens of days. ”

"Hehe," his companion snorted, "Sir Aegon is much smarter than you think—are we going to recruit soldiers? And when the Union Army recruits, if a big man like Mayor Red Pine wants to replenish his army, he will have to pay Jazz a fee according to the 'head'......"

The two heralds chatted all the way to their destination. It was a small village in the outermost part of Sir Aegon's domain, known as the "Three Villages".

As the name suggests, this is a settlement made up of three villages connected together. But it is not as rich as Xihai Town, so the "Three Villages" are not a town.

Here, there are several thatched huts, several sheep pens and pig houses in each village. The largest village also has a one-room thatched church with a rough charcoal drawing of a charcoal image of Atia. An old swineherd who has been to the Cathedral in Red Pine organizes prayers every seven days. And the true monks come twice a year to forgive sins in the name of "Mother Earth".

The villagers craved forgiveness, but still hated the monk's visit because they had to make offerings to the man. They also didn't like the two heralds who had come here to recruit soldiers. These people knew that the person who came was Sir Aegon on behalf of their lord, but they still refused to bring out even a glass of water to entertain them. Most of the men went to the fields, and the rest of the village were mostly women, children who climbed out of their huts to watch the hustle and bustle, and their old grandparents, who could not work.

"We bring Sir Aegon's orders," the two heralds announced to the villagers. In their hands they held up the banner of the feudal king, the rooster lying on the vine, "All able-bodied men between fifteen and fifty-five must assemble in this empty field to-morrow." Otherwise, we will personally arrest you and send you to the gallows of the master. ”

The next day, thirty-one villagers gathered to join the army. Excluding one who was too old, two who were too young, and one who was too thin and lame, when they were sent home, twenty-seven remained. The group stood among the strolling chickens, and none of them were the handsome and tall country lads who could win the hearts of ladies in the ballad, and each one was dirtier than the other.

"A few seem to have some experience with the sticks, while others are mostly tender as summer grass. The two heralds exchanged their judgments with each other, and soon came to an agreement, "We need to find them something to pick up." ”

Because these men brought only a few scythes, hoes, and some sturdy mallets - maybe enough for country brawls, but when facing an army of monsters, using these weapons is tantamount to digging your own grave. So the heralds had to spend a morning in the woods at the edge of the village to cut some sticks, quench them, and make them into improvised spears.

One of the heralds also got himself a spear, and showed how to stab with the tip and how to block with the shaft, "the belly and throat are the best," he hammered his fist into the chest, "this is the heart, and although it works quickly, there are many ribs in the way." The stomach is soft and defenseless, and the internal organs are slow to die, but they are also critical, and I haven't heard of any intestines that have slipped out and survived. Which idiot turns at you, exposes his back, and immediately stabs him between the shoulder blades with the tip of his spear, or pierces his waist. Right here, you won't live long if you puncture your kidney......"

At the end of the lecture, regardless of whether the "students" understood it or not, the herald told them to prepare to set off. It's just that what he just explained was actually only the skills of dealing with other peasant recruits, not the experience of fighting against the monster army. As for the enemy they really had to face, he didn't say anything. Because that's a headache for Sir Aegon or Mayor Red Pine, and none of his business.

Now their main task is to bring these "heavily armed" recruits back to the castle of the feudal king. After that, whether these people stayed there to continue their training, or were directly taken away by the Red Pine City officials who came to recruit soldiers, or did something else, it had nothing to do with the two of them. They also know that it will be difficult for most of these people to return to Sancun.

Why? Because two knight-turned-heralds, who could be seen even blindfolded, had been labeled "cannon fodder." Rather than bothering about them, it is better to let them go to their own destiny. It also saves the pain of an organ called "conscience" when you get old.

"Hurry up, Sir has ordered a thick soup of onions, barley, and carrots to be prepared for you," said the herald, who knew very well how to arouse the enthusiasm of the country boys. Under their desperate shouting, the group saw the spire of the Aegon family castle by less than evening. In the setting sun, the iron-gray round tower stood straight. Merely......

"Aegon Tower is on fire!" said a herald pointing forward with a horsewhip and exclaiming, "Speed up a little faster, and we'll go to the rescue of the fire." Lord Aegon will certainly not treat you badly. With that, he gestured to his companion. The other party immediately marched forward, wanting to go back first to see what was going on.

The group was about to reach the castle when the herald suddenly tightened the reins. In addition to the smell of smoke, he smelled what seemed to be a rust smell in the air. As a knight, he was no stranger to the taste.

"It smells of blood!" his mind buzzed, and he immediately drew his saber from his waist, and at the same time raised the shield hanging from the saddle to his left arm. "Come out quickly, or I'm welcome!"

With such a shout, the newly recruited soldiers behind him all panicked, and even a few young ones did not hold back and cried uncontrollably.

The leaves rustled, and the herald knew that it could not be a deer or any other creature in the forest, for the movement was too much and more neat—as if something tall was walking in a line through the woods.