Sonorously, early the next morning, Middlesex's army set out. On the forest path, there was the sound of armor rubbing from time to time, and I don't know if it was arranged intentionally or unintentionally by the Count of Morol.

Evan and the Snapdragon Army became the vanguard of the entire army, walking at the forefront of the team. The neat team and unique weapons and equipment all made the eyes of the other barons hot.

Five days later, the Count of Morloll arrived at Essex with an army of nearly five hundred men. Unlike the bustling city of London, it looks a bit deserted.

The local population and the number of caravans were not as large as London's, but considering that London's location was too dangerous for the enemy to invade the city, the royal family of Essex moved the capital to the current city of Essex.

When the guards reported to King Charles, he was having a military meeting with other nobles. After listening to the guards, he immediately suspended the meeting, and took Zeka to the gate of the palace to greet the Count of Morlor.

"My friend, you're finally here." Charles excitedly patted Count Morlor on the shoulder.

"I've kept you waiting, Your Majesty." The Earl of Morloll saluted Charles.

"It's okay, come in. We're talking about the current situation." Charles returned to the palace and continued to preside over the interrupted meeting.

Aven didn't plan to enter the palace, but at the request of Count Morlor, he handed over his weapons and armor to the Snapdragon soldiers and changed into a noble dress. When he walked into the palace chamber, almost all the nobles turned their heads to look at him. Count Morlor, most of the people present knew him, but Evan didn't know anyone.

"Now the people are here. We are at war with the East Anglorians this time, and the enemy is desperately mobilizing. It is said that an army of more than 1,300 men has been assembled and intends to wipe us out in one fell swoop. As you know, our army this time is only a thousand men, and we are no match for numbers alone."

"But this battle, no matter how strong the enemy is, we have to fight, and we have to win it. I know a lot of you don't want to fight, and I don't want to fight either. But if we tolerate this time, then the enemy will be more daring and will use a more aggressive offensive against us, so we must win."

King Charles's impassioned words did not resonate with the other nobles, and many people gathered together to discuss something in low voices.

King Charles flashed a look of disappointment, but soon he regained his composure, and seemed to not care at all what the nobles were discussing.

"This time, I hope you can give it your all. Of course, I will not let you pay the price in vain, in this battle, all the captured loot will be given to you, and the royal family will not want it at all. Not only that, but the royal family will also give additional rewards to those who are brave in battle."

King Charles's words calmed the nobles present, and even the Earl of Morol was a little confused, as if he was shocked by King Charles's arrogance.

Evan glanced at King Charles, then at the nobles present, and sighed in his heart. From this scene, he seemed to see a vision of the future.

"The person who contributed the most in this battle, I will marry the daughter of the royal family to him. I think people will enjoy this reward."

Hiss, marrying a member of the royal family? The nobles present gasped, it didn't sound like a big deal, but the political significance of it was far greater than any other reward. Unexpectedly, King Charles would give such conditions in order to win this war. This greatly exceeded the imagination of the aristocracy.

The corners of Aivan's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his head not to see the other people's reactions. The Count of Morol, who was beside him, sighed slowly, as if he was also sighing for something.

In the subsequent meeting, Evan didn't listen carefully, except for some basic introductions, they were all meaningless quarrels.

On the way back to his camp, the Count of Morol asked casually, "What do you think?"

"In a head-to-head battle, the chance of victory is small, so it is better to find a way to disrupt the enemy's plan." Evan was silent for a moment and said.

"Then I'll leave it to you, you can tell me what you need." Count Morol said calmly.

Evan looked at Count Morol in some surprise, but heard the latter's deep voice, "You see, those great nobles want to profit from the war even more, and as for the final result, they don't care."

Evan nodded silently, not knowing how to answer.

"Tell me about your plans and how you want to do it. Your Majesty, I still need to say something." The Count of Morol stopped.

"Abandon the traditional style of play and attack directly at targets in the enemy's rear." Ai Wen also stopped and began to explain his tactics in earnest.

"You mean not to attack the troops and castles in front of the enemy, but to attack the troops behind them?" Count Morol furrowed his eyebrows, this tactic had been used before, and it didn't end so well.

"Yes. I only bring my own troops, not too many. Otherwise, it will be easy to be besieged by the enemy, and when the time comes, it will be completely annihilated by the enemy." Evan nodded.

"Supplies can keep up? The enemy's troops will not be able to see a lot of supplies." The Count of Morol reminded.

"Yes, but we'll also attack enemy towns. Supplies won't be too much of a problem." Aven's words startled Morlor.

"There are more than eighty people, not to mention castles, and even the bigger cities can't be defeated. Isn't that death?"

Evan smiled, Count Morlor's concern was not unreasonable. In this era, siege equipment is very scarce, and there are even fewer craftsmen who can make siege equipment.

If you attack the castle hard, you will pay huge casualties, and it is very normal for the besieging side to pay ten to one casualties. Even in the back, there are classic cases.

For example, in the Middle East, more than a dozen soldiers relied on castles to repel the attacks of tens of thousands of enemy troops. At one time, the commander of the enemy army thought that there was the main force of the enemy army in the castle.

It's just that in Aven's opinion, there are many ways to attack the castle, and it is not necessary to storm the castle.

"Don't worry, Lord Earl, I won't fight unprepared. The Snapdragon Army is the meat of my heart, and I will not let them die."

In the face of Aven's understatement, Count Morol also raised a trace of anticipation, the previous battle had proved that Even was a good military talent. I wonder if this time, he will still be able to exert his ability and tilt the balance of victory in his favor?

"What do you need me to help you with?" Morol suppressed the anticipation in his heart and continued to ask.

"I need plenty of food, food for fifteen days, not only brown bread, but also jerky." Evan thought for a moment and gave a quick answer.

"I'll let your father go with you, so that you'll have more than one hundred and thirty." The Count of Morol remembered Ellus.

"No, my father is still acting with the Earl. The Snapdragon Army has undergone special training and has adjusted their diet. An untrained army can't adapt and will only become a burden." Evan rejected Count Morlor's offer.

"Okay, when are you leaving?"

"After a day, the sooner the better." Evan looked north, in the direction of East Angloria.

"Okay, I'll go to His Majesty the King and get you to leave tomorrow. But you have to remember that even if you fail, you have to come back alive." Count Morol admonished.

"Yes!"