In the scorching summer, the hemp carts carrying goods struggled to move forward on the dirt road, perhaps because there were too many goods on the car, and the dirt road was pressed out of a shallow car mark.

Seth put on his armor and looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, and sighed to himself, he was enjoying life in the city of London a few days ago, and in a few days he was going to face a brutal war.

However, thinking of what his father told him before leaving, Seth had some expectations for what would happen next, and wondered if the Aivan, who was several years younger than him, could really help his father solve his henchmen's troubles.

The city of London behind him is getting smaller and smaller, and the farmland on both sides of the road is gradually replaced by grass, Seth can't help but be a little nervous, and his palm subconsciously holds the saber at his waist, as if only the sharp blade in his hand can give him some faint sense of security.

"Don't be nervous, Lord Seth, we're all there for you. Relax your expression, don't let your emotions be transmitted to the warriors around you, and don't let the enemy see the clues from you."

Elluth, who was hiding in a carriage, reminded in a low voice. Hearing the reminder, Seth took a deep breath, slowly relaxed his tense muscles and expression, and tried his best to show his usual state.

Elruth, who was hiding in the car, although he persuaded Seth to stay calm, he himself was extremely nervous, not because there was about to be a war, but because he was nervous for Aven.

After all, Lord Lord Morol acted according to Aven's plan, and if things changed and the plan finally failed, he didn't know if Lord Lord Morol would throw Aven into the dungeon to prepare for the autumn queen's reckoning.

In the car, the two of them moved towards their destination with different moods.

In a border village on the other side, several men were gathering together to eat the meat caught by their subordinates, and from time to time they looked at a few captives on the other side of the room who were tied up with flowers, and all kinds of mocking voices in their mouths greeted without hesitation.

The captives glared angrily, their eyes were torn, and if it weren't for the sturdy knots tied to their bodies and unable to move, they would have rushed directly to fight these people even if they lost their armor and weapons.

"Lord Earl, there is news from the front, Earl Middlesex has ordered his son to be heading south with a convoy of supplies, and it seems that there are many things. According to the scouts who followed them, the roads the convoy passed through had left obvious axle marks. However, the scouts didn't dare to get too close to the convoy so as not to be spotted, so they didn't know the exact defensive force."

Hearing the report of his subordinates, several people immediately lost the mood to eat meat, and put down the meat in their hands one after another to discuss the information received.

"Is Morol old and confused, knowing that there is an enemy in the south, why did he still send a convoy here, and let his son lead the team. How does this seem unreasonable?" One of them said strangely, and he turned to look at his subordinates, "That old guy in Morol didn't mobilize the army?"

The subordinate shook his head and told the truth what he had heard, "My lord, I haven't heard any news of the army's actions before. Our spies lurking in the city of London say that everyone in the city is in danger right now. Many people said that the purpose of this convoy was to allow the castles in the south to stay behind closed doors without worrying about food and grass."

The subordinate thought for a moment and added, "There is another news from the spies, there is now a large number of people coming in and out of the city of London every day. Those south of Middlesex are trying to flee into the city of London, and those who are able to do so in the city of London are fleeing to Essex in the north."

Several people in the room looked at each other when they heard this, and they never thought that the current situation would become like this.

"What, is that old guy in Morol such a piece of rubbish? If we had known this, Lord Earl, we would have simply gone straight to the city of London, and if we beat it, our strength would be able to reach a higher level. When the time comes, even the king will weigh your words." Another person in the room slapped his thigh and shouted in pain.

"What's the hurry, we'll go to the city of London, but definitely not now." The middle-aged man at the head had a gloomy face, and everything that happened now seemed to be a little beyond his imagination.

Originally, he just wanted to harass and harass to see if he could rob some grain, grass and money, but according to the news of the spies, the enemy seems to have completely messed up after losing several battles in a row.

Now don't look at the huge advantage of his army, the enemy has panicked, but he knows that now he has become the one who is difficult to ride a tiger.

If you continue to attack, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not attract the attention of the Essex royal family, and when the army presses in, you can only give up all the gains and return to the territory in disgrace, and it may even cause a big war between the two countries, which is definitely not the result you want. But if you don't continue to fight, your subordinates will definitely be disgruntled, and after you go back, it will not be conducive to your own rule.

Damn, this waste-like Morol, he hurt himself! The middle-aged man greeted all the eighteen generations of Moral's ancestors in his heart.

But on the surface, he looked at a butler-like person at the table quietly, "Konstantin, how much food do we have?" The butler named Konstantin did not answer immediately, but thought carefully before answering, "Lord Count, we can save some food and last for two or three days."

The middle-aged man turned his gaze around the faces of several people in the room and said, "Now that the enemy army is in chaos, we should take advantage of the victory to pursue, but we are already short of food and cannot attack immediately. It is better for us to fight this convoy of food and replenish the small amount of food, and then attack the rest of Middlesex, and finally conquer the city of London. Then we'll be able to fly as high as the birds fly."

After hearing the order of their own earl, the subordinates in the house had a look of excitement on their faces, and their eyes showed a greedy light.

Looking at the appearance of his subordinates, the middle-aged man sighed secretly, his family knows the situation of his family, don't look at himself as an earl of the Kingdom of Kent, but his fief has long been only the barony that the original king divided.

It's not because the king is stingy and unwilling to seal more land for him, but because he, as a rising star, really has no land to seal.

Therefore, this time he will venture into the territory of neighboring Essex, hoping to have some results, after all, several people in the house are subordinates who have followed him for most of his life, although they are all barons, but they always feel inferior when facing other barons.

Early the next morning, the village was bustling with activity, except for a small number of troops left, the middle-aged man took almost all the soldiers, led by the scouts, and rushed straight in the direction of the convoy.

After most of the day's journey, in the afternoon, the middle-aged man finally saw the convoy resting on the side of the road, and saw forty or fifty soldiers sitting on the side of the road drinking water to quench their thirst, and the goods on the cart were piled full, looking like they were loaded with a lot of food.

The middle-aged man secretly counted that there were dozens of carriages in the entire convoy, and if each carriage was full of food......

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's heart was hot, and he seemed to see a bright future, he could no longer hold back the restlessness in his heart, and hurriedly led his men out of the forest and pounced on the resting convoy.

Seth, who was in charge of guarding the convoy, saw a large number of enemies rushing towards him in the distance, and was unwilling to even arrange a symbolic defense, so he ran away with his soldiers.

"Hurry up, the man on the horse is the son of the old fellow of Morol, and he has been rewarded for his catch." Just as his soldiers were about to pursue, the middle-aged man shouted at his subordinates, and he walked to the front of the convoy, tore the linen cloth covering the car, and saw the wooden boxes.

With some doubts, the middle-aged man immediately ordered his subordinates to open these boxes, only to see that the boxes were full of various coins, the top was still gold, the middle was silver, and the bottom was copper.

Looking at the whole box of money, many of the soldiers present were red-eyed, and many soldiers had never seen so much money in their lives.

Not good, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked around vigilantly, urging the soldiers to get into the carriage and prepare to set off, and at the same time sent a lot of scouts to scatter around to ensure that there were no troops in Morol nearby.

Soon, the scout reported that the group that had fled the carriage had not gone far, but had followed them far behind.

Hearing the news, the middle-aged man finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Some officers under his command expressed their incomprehension and asked the middle-aged man why he was so cautious about dealing with an unguarded convoy.

The middle-aged man glanced at the officer who asked the question, and sighed with disdain in his heart, but because he was in a good mood, he was not impatient, and explained, "From the time we launched the attack to the end of the battle, it was only a time to charge. I think there are at least thirty or forty men in this convoy, and all of them are well-equipped, and if we defend the convoy desperately, we will probably have to pay a lot of casualties, but the enemy sees us and runs away, as if they want to give us the convoy."

"This made me wonder, and I looked at the first car, which had three or four wooden boxes full of money, and the rest of the car had heavy food on it. Not to mention us, the materials of this convoy are extremely important reserves, even if they are the old immortal of Morol. Don't forget, the convoy is destined for the front line, and if it were me, I would rather take the whole army with me, and then escort the convoy to the castle where it is reached, and then leave in peace."

The middle-aged man said this, paused, and said in a more relaxed tone, "In other words, it is entirely possible that this convoy is a trap for that old guy in Morol, who wants to catch us all, so I just urged you to get in the car and prepare to leave, and that's the reason."

"But when I heard that the guards hadn't left, I knew there wasn't Morol's army nearby. Otherwise, as long as this group of guards ran in front of that old immortal, that old immortal thing would definitely do everything in their power to attack us. However, this group of guards did not go too far, which means that there are no reinforcements to mobilize, and they cannot afford to lose the convoy, so they want to find an opportunity to sneak up on us, so I am not in a hurry."

Everyone nodded in realization, and praised the Earl's wisdom and saw the enemy's tricks so thoroughly.

Under the order of the middle-aged man, the surrounding soldiers got into the carriage as much as they could, and set off towards their camp. With the help of the carriage, the middle-aged man and his subordinates returned to the camp in only half a day, when there was still a last touch of sunset.

Seeing his own Earl return with a large amount of booty, the whole camp resounded with cheers. When they learned that the car was full of money and food, all of them showed a look of longing and waited quietly for the middle-aged man to speak.

The middle-aged man also knew that now was not the time to be stingy, so in front of everyone, he opened a box of money and poured it on the ground, allowing each soldier to grab two handfuls.

As for the officers and the magnates under his command, the middle-aged man did not reward them with money, he knew that what these people craved most was not the amount of money, but the desire for land.

As long as you defeat the county of Middlesex and eliminate the old Mololl, it will be a happy moment.

"Tonight, everyone can eat with their stomachs free until they don't want to eat, and then they will launch a more fierce attack, and once they take the county of Middlesex, everyone can get more generous rewards."

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and the words of the middle-aged man are tantamount to invigorating the hearts of all soldiers and officers.

After arranging the night duty soldiers, the middle-aged man and his subordinates returned to their wooden house, and their own soldiers brought hot meat and porridge.

Perhaps because he had food and money in his hands, the middle-aged man, who had never drunk alcohol, repeatedly told his subordinates to pay attention to vigilance and not to be attacked by the enemy, and then began to drink some ale slowly.

The banquet lasted until late at night, and the soldiers and officers, who had eaten and drunk, returned to their huts and tents to rest.

At dawn, the sun begins to show its light. The sentry behind the wooden wall yawned and looked out of the village with some absent-heartedness.

Suddenly, he saw a vague figure approaching in the distance, and at first he didn't care, after all, all the soldiers on the night watch knew that there was an enemy army nearby who wanted to sneak up on them, the number was about thirty or forty, and with the people in the village, it could be quickly defeated.

But as the figure drew closer, the sentry finally noticed that something was wrong, and the number of enemy troops outside the village seemed to be very large, and he was about to shout when he heard a whoosh, and an arrow pierced his throat from behind.

The sentry subconsciously covered his neck and slowly fell to the ground with a confused face.

"Enemy attack, it's enemy attack, defend quickly!" Finally, a sentry noticed the situation and ran through the village with a loud voice, hoping to wake up his companions as soon as possible. Seeing that their whereabouts were exposed, the enemy troops outside the village quickened their pace and rushed towards the wooden wall and the gate with all their might.

"Kill, kill an enemy and reward ten copper coins, no cap!" Inspired by the commander, the enemy soldiers were demoralized and, as if they were not going to die, launched a charge with various weapons.

The middle-aged man in the village who had been awakened did not have time to put on all his armor before he rushed outside the house, and loudly ordered the soldiers to set up defenses, "Hurry, hurry, block the wooden gate, guard the wooden wall, and not let a single enemy in."

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the gate of the village not far away seemed to have been opened by someone, and a large number of enemies rushed in directly, fighting with their own soldiers. This scene made the middle-aged man's eyes split, knowing that today's general trend has gone, and there is no possibility of turning the tables.

Several loyal attendants, dressed crookedly in chain mail, crowded around the middle-aged man and tried to persuade him, "Lord Earl, you should withdraw quickly. Now we can take advantage of the chaos to withdraw, and it will be too late."

The middle-aged man's face was ashen, and his eyes were a little dull as he looked at the soldiers who were retreating not far away. Seeing that his own earl was silent, the attendants hurriedly beckoned the other attendants to retreat with the middle-aged man, preparing to retreat from the other side of the village.

As the middle-aged man retreated, more magnates and officers slowly withdrew from the battlefield with their cronies, and the defenders in the village finally collapsed, threw down their weapons and fled to the rear, and the already narrow country roads were crowded with soldiers who wanted to escape.

Several officers who were in the rear, seeing that they could not escape smoothly, drew their swords and stabbed at their own soldiers who were also fleeing in front, hoping to speed up their escape.

The enemy troops who stormed the village did not choose to pursue, but cleaned up the battlefield while taking the prisoners to a certain wooden house.

Seeing this scene, the attendants who escorted the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could relax, shouts of killing sounded around again, and two armies holding their respective family flags and Middlesex battle flags came out from the left and right flanks, and launched an attack on the invaders who were already in a crumbling army......

In the village, the knights who had finished the battle unbuckled their helmets, led by Morlor, Earl of Middlesex, and beside him were several other barons and escorts in the realm.

"Lord Earl, I asked, and the person who came to attack was the Earl of Pizik in the Kingdom of Kent." Morol was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded to indicate that he knew. After a while, two Middlesex Earldom armies also returned from outside the village. They all had a lot of blood on their bodies, and they were all gasping for breath, apparently after some fighting.

"Lord Earl, we chased and killed a group of enemy troops, but we did not kill the enemy commander who led us." Ayrus took off his helmet and said respectfully to Morol.

Morol naturally heard the regret in his old friend's tone, but he didn't have any requirements for it.

He patted Elruth on the shoulder and looked at his son Seth, who had also experienced the battle and baptism on the battlefield, although the latter did not participate in the battle of the village, but he thought that the baptism of this battle would have a more intuitive understanding of the war.

"Very well, now that this group of clowns has been defeated by us, everyone will be rewarded accordingly, now let's cheer for victory!"

As Morol chanted, a huge cheer rang out over the village. Looking at the cheering soldiers, Morol couldn't help but sound Aven, who was still threatening to prepare a celebration banquet in the city of London, and had more thoughts in his heart......

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