Chapter Thirty-Six: Wright's Visit

In this year, the envoys of King Kugit Khan finally signed a contract with the generals of the empire and withdrew from the border. ()

No one felt that it was an equal contract, because the Kugit were not qualified to bargain, and the empire demanded that the Kugit pay tens of thousands of cattle and sheep and more than 1,000 war horses and ploughing horses every year for more than ten consecutive years. For the Kugit, this may not be a big deal, the punishment is entirely symbolic, and the long-depleted border trade will soon be restored, and the Kugit will greatly profit from it.

Just the winter before last, the Imperial cavalry had routed the Khan's Guards in front of the Fort of Lundia. The protagonist of that battle was General Wright, who came to White Pigeon Valley as a guest, of course, Wright was not a general in charge of specific uniforms in the army, he was more like a totem, or a banner.

Before the battle, if the soldiers saw General Wright's armor and his twenty knights running across with dragon banners, their morale would be extremely high.

General Wright's charisma was so great that the enemy army was inevitably intimidated by his brilliance. There was once such a thing, and General Wright led a group of light cavalry to persuade thousands of enemy soldiers to surrender.

On the border between the Nords and the Vikians, there were Swadiya or Chanda tribesmen, who were considered inferior by the local lords. When the war came, it was not convenient for the two North Sea countries to send troops directly to help the Kujits, so they told the Swadias that if they went to the front for a while, they could get national status and land gifts from the king.

Although Vekia and Nord have already begun to vigorously promote a policy of equal treatment of Swadians, the policy is one thing, and the reality is often another. In both North Sea countries, the difference in treatment between the Swadia and the North Sea is clear at a glance. Tempted by these conditions, an army of formed Swadian spearmen and archers soon marched south and joined King Kugit's camp.

The arrival of these men on the battlefield was a major blow to the morale of the soldiers of the Svadia-Rhodok Alliance, who were often unable to bear to kill or wound them when attacking them. Because killing a compatriot with one's own hands--- even if he is in the enemy's camp, is a very difficult thing to do. No one really gets honored in this kind of battle.

Wright has a man known as a 'hero' by his side. He was delighted by the astonishing feats he had achieved during an attack on the Swadia servants in Kugit, killing seven Swadian servants and two soldiers. At the feast of the festivities, the Svadia sergeants were silent, and only the hero of the battle was in high spirits, talking about how he had broken the neck of a sissy and smashed the head of a fool.

The patience of the people is not to be at ease, and the fellow will suddenly begin to brag about his bravery on any occasion. In wartime, the soldiers do not do anything, after all, this is war. But when the war was over, the soldiers knew they were going to do something.

The action was when King Kugit was finally driven out of Swadia when the battle hero disappeared one night and was later found drowned in the latrine. This matter is bizarre, but no one seems to want to investigate it in detail, after all, there are not one or two people who want to kill him.

"He drank the blood of his countrymen as wine, and he used the bones of his countrymen as flutes for music, and we could not sleep without killing him." This is a relatively consistent caliber among the soldiers.

With the support of the Nords and Vecchians, the Kugit changed their tactics and began to use cavalry in conjunction with servant infantry. This was the last ditch effort of the Kujits, but it also proved that the Kujits had reached the point of being at the end of their crossbows--- and that a nomadic people had been so embarrassed that they needed to learn to fight with the infantry on a temporary basis, which in itself is telling.

Either way, the Kujits, led by Swadia minions, succeeded for a while, and the front line was at a stalemate. The Svadia soldiers' otherwise stress-free fortress operations and fortress counterattacks were also challenged, after all, their own tactics were equally capable of the people on the other side.

At this time, General Wright did something that people did not expect.

On that day, Wright unloaded his heavy armor, and he strapped the Swadia lion banner to his body, and behind Wright were his knightly servants who looked at death as if they were home.

The spears of these knights were tied with long pennants, and behind each banner was a story written in blood.

The story is the undying flame of victory in the fortress of Lundia;

The story is a sleepless night of escape in Garmickey Bay;

The story was that tearful dawn in Dehrim Heights.

These stories are strung together in a thread that binds all the people together, and it makes it so clear that I am a Swadia.

It was a misty morning, and General Wright went out of the fortress in light armor and headed straight for the enemy camp with a dozen knights with spears on their heads.

The sound of their departing horses' hooves made the earth tremble, and the soldiers did not know why General Wright had left alone, and it was said that General Wright had gone to persuade his compatriots in the enemy camp to come back.

No one would think that the Swadians on the other side would defect, although those people were fighting against the motherland and might have different intentions, but it was more realistic that those soldiers had families in both Vekia and Nord, and if they defected, their families would be very dangerous.

People drove Wright to the ground and felt only that it was a kind of romantic heroic poetry.

In ancient legends, this kind of thing may happen, but in reality, people cannot expect miracles.

But that afternoon, a miracle happened.

General Wright persuaded the soldiers of the two camps in succession, and led them to encourage the Swadia infantry in the remaining three camps to mutiny. In the evening, the Swadian camp welcomed more than 1,900 soldiers returning from other countries in a sea of cheers, whose accents had changed over the decades, but sometimes only one or two syllables were needed to let the people on the battlefield know who were the unchangeable brothers and who were the enemies who could not coexist.

These old and new Svadian soldiers are connected by a bond, and that bond is General Wright.

The soldiers drew their weapons and battle flags, burned torches, and shouted to the sky, "Long live Wright, long live my king, long live Swadia"

The Kugits reacted immediately when they learned of the rebellion of the Svadian servants, and they began a purge of the miner infantry who had not yet mutinied, and any soldiers suspected of defecting were executed. Scouts roaming the eastern Swadia army downstream, often found stripped soldiers stretching down the river, corpses exposed, and the sky full of vultures.

The Kugit made their already volatile coercion even more vulnerable, deserting and suspicious of their allies--- at which time they were no longer combat-effective.

After some negotiations, the Wikiyans and Nords quietly opened the country and allowed the soldiers to return home. After the soldiers returned to Vecchia and Nord, the two kings still fulfilled their promises to varying degrees, and many soldiers received their land and national status--- provided that in the future, these Swadians would call themselves Vecchians or Nords, and should not be proud of being Swadians.

But the families of the soldiers who defected to the Swadia homeland are terrible, the Nords and Wikiians are suspicious of these people, and the people of the North Sea think that these people will still think of Svadia if they have the opportunity, and this group of people is definitely not a person to rely on for the two countries in the North Sea.

Having said that, General Wright's actions soon made his name resounding on the battlefield again.

Lentia's flames made Wright a rising young general in Svadia, and the exotic army made Wright an out-and-out god of war.

Many front-line residents began to praise General Wright's bravery, and people even believed that the soldiers were summoned by General Wright with divine power, and some people said that Wright was a messenger of the gods.

The battle under the city of Lundia had set the tone for the whole battle, after which the Kugits were no longer in a position to organize new campaigns. The two sides have stopped fighting, and some border markets have even secretly resumed trade. Although the two sides formally signed the peace agreement last year, for the vast majority of people, the war has been over for several years.

Just when the eastern army was regrouped, production began to resume in the green fields, the beacon fire no longer burned on the horizon, and the whole of Eastern Svadia was recovering with vigor, General Wright was given the opportunity to go to the capital, and everyone knew that Wright was going to be promoted.

As early as when General Wright became the Eagle of the Northern Front, Prince Frederick began to woo Wright. Shortly after General Wright went to De Herim's parade, about a year or so, a royal woman gave birth to a boy and a girl for Wright. This woman is a distant sister of Prince Frederick, and her family is down, but her blood is beyond reproach. When Fidelik told the girl's father that he wanted him to agree to his daughter's marriage to Wright, the down-and-out old nobleman actually wanted the royal family to carefully investigate the background of the Wright family, "I don't want my daughter to have a commoner son"

But this royal woman's vision was clearly better than that of her father, and she knew that marrying General Wright might be the best opportunity her family had in all these years, and she couldn't afford to miss it. As a result of her statement, her father fell into passivity, and finally, with the grace of the royal family, he wrapped his daughter in a woolen blanket and sent her to General Wright's tent.

The boy born to the woman died of lung fever, and the girl survived--- she was Dela.

Wright's wedding to a royal woman was simple. After all, this was in times of war, and on the front lines, and of course the most important point: Sir Haraus was not happy with the marriage. Because Harlaus had intended to marry one of his nieces to Wright, but Prince Frederick had already made arrangements, Harlaus had no choice but to accommodate.

So when Wright got married, in the face of the generals' request to celebrate General Wright, Harlaus just promised the country's righteousness, "Gentlemen, the country is in danger, we should put the country first, and the heart is good, the soldiers' banquet is only on the battlefield."

As a peculiar being, Wright played a pivotal role in the reconstruction of the Eastern Army: as long as Wright stepped forward, the dispatch of food, weapons, and personnel would become very easy. And the soldiers Wright recruited were an immeasurable asset: those soldiers had no background, no factions, and were loyal only to Svadia or only to Wright. This allowed Wright to remain in the core of power in the Eastern Army.

The war ended, Wright stayed on the Eastern Front for another two years, and then he was given a chance to go to the capital.

This is a good sign, General Wright will definitely be won over by the people of the capital, and on the way through the capital, Wright deliberately chose to take a route that bypasses the city of Suno, which allows General Wright to pass through the Valley of the White Dove.

On General Wright's slow schedule, he will spend a week in the Valley of the White Dove.

I was far less impressed with General Wright than I was with Della, and even so, I was amazed at the endless lines of guards and sumptuous carriages of General Wright.

The small detachment suddenly filled the vacant rooms of the White Dove Castle, and some of the soldiers had to go to the carpentry room and the warehouse for temporary rest. It is said that since my grandfather's wedding, White Pigeon Valley has never been so lively.

My grandfather entertained my father's best friend with the fullest grains of wheat, the freshest meat, the sweetest fruit, and the sweetest wine.

I was stunned, I never imagined what it would be like for more than a hundred people of all shapes and sizes to laugh and laugh, and to drink and disagree when drunk. Everyone seems to have stepped down from the illustrations of mythological tales, with soldiers with halberds, happy and charming maids, and, of course, a little girl.

I was dumbfounded and handed a pomegranate to Dela, and Dela's mother put her arms around her from behind, kissed her tender face, and urged her to take the gift.

I must have looked silly, for Dela's mother and a few maids smiled meaningfully but kindly, and Dela's eyes looked at me quietly, her eyes were as blue as those of General Wright, as blue as a lake in winter, and then she stretched out her hand, and I saw cute little pits at the base of her chubby and floppy fingers, and she carefully took the pomegranate, "Thank you." ”

I yelled happily and walked away, turning around and hitting Uncle Wright's stomach.

I couldn't help but look up at him, and I felt that he was like a heroic angel knight in the shadows.

He wears shiny armor--- which is his formal attire for formal occasions. At his waist hung a light Salander iron sword, and at his feet were a pair of beautifully crafted boots, a sign of Swadia craftsmanship.

I looked at him stunned, and behind him Dela's mother smiled and said, "The little guy gave Dela a pomegranate and wiped it with his own clothes."

At that moment, I had the feeling of being stripped naked and thrown in the crowd, as if everything about me was seen through.

Uncle Wright smiled, grabbed me from my armpit, and lifted me up lightly.

His arms were so strong that I didn't feel the slightest tremor when I was picked up by him, and I looked down into his eyes, looking for the first time at his eyes as blue as the sky as Della's.

Uncle Wright smiled and rubbed his beard against my face and said:

"Hey, the future master of the White Dove Valley, the lord boy on the other side of the mountain, you are my little Dela's first prey."