"Lord Stark, we ......"

"Going, everyone is afraid of death today, right? You could have taken this position at once, but you have to hold back, and be careful that I will report to the Baron for your sins! Stark slapped a soldier in the face and said viciously.

The soldier covered his face and bowed his head, not daring to speak, for if the baron really knew, they would not be punished.

"You go back and tell the other soldiers that tomorrow's attack must take here, and then follow me to attack Baron Dias's mansion, do you understand?" Stark turned his head away from the soldier and stroked the sword in his hand.

The soldier hurriedly ran away as if he were fleeing, he didn't want to touch the other party's moldy head at this time.

"Damn Baron Dias, hiss......" Stark lifted his sleeve, a shocking wound, Baron Dias tried several times after not shooting him once, Stark had been prepared, but still accidentally cut his arm, fortunately it was fine.

When night fell, by the candlelight, Stark tossed and turned but couldn't sleep, and there was a rush to vent, and after thinking about it, he got up and left the tent, and when he came back, he was already holding a woman who was scratching his head.

But it was found that a military prostitute, in order to give soldiers and nobles a chance to have fun on the battlefield, the army usually brought military prostitutes, of course, it was usually a large army, but I didn't expect that Stark led not many troops, but this kind of thing is fully equipped.

"My lord, I'll change your clothes." The prostitute groaned softly and stripped Stark's coat.

Stark's emotions were mobilized in an instant, and he threw the other party on the bed with a roar, and for a while all kinds of red-faced voices echoed in the tent.

……

"It's still a few days away from the Barony of Wilton, but I didn't expect it to be quite far." Carl shook his head, since he got Baron Dias's call for help, Carl arranged the affairs of the army and the territory and immediately took the army and Pine to the Wilton Territory.

But after all, with a lot of heavy infantry and light infantry, plus axle heavy vehicles, they didn't travel much faster, they had been walking for more than ten days, and they were still not a short distance from the Barony of Wilton.

"Master Karl, the soldiers of Hagrid's Corps are tired, please give them a rest if you can." Sylvia rode a few steps faster, alongside Karl, and pleaded.

This time Carl only brought Sylvia, and Kevin was ordered by him to defend Sylde Manor, after all, it would not be good if something happened to the foundation.

"Rest? We are not short from our destination, we have to rush to it as fast as possible! Carl hadn't said anything, but Pyne was glaring, thinking that Sylvia was just trying to be lazy.

Karl didn't think so, he groaned, looked at the groggy soldiers, and knew that the soldiers were indeed at their limit.

"Sylvia, if I'm not mistaken, a little further on is a manor, maybe we can go there for a short resupply." Carl said.

"Oh, of course, thank you for your understanding." Sylvia said happily that it would be more comfortable to stay in the residency provided by the manor than to go anywhere.

Sure enough, when Sylvia announced this, the soldiers shouted excitedly, and the fatigue just now was swept away, after all, the excitement of knowing that there were supplies ahead was still very high, and Cao Cao Wangmei quenched his thirst for the same reason.

"Carl, you're so good to them, they're just pretending to be tired, and with their spirits, they can go on their way." Pyne was a little dissatisfied, and in his opinion it was a waste of time.

"Don't be like this, my brother, the soldiers are also people, they need supplies, if I can't do this, how can I expect them to fight for me? And I know they're really tired, we're on horseback, and you can't compare our situation to them. ”

Karl shrugged his shoulders and continued, "You always want the troops I bring with you to be a team that doesn't eat or sleep well and is easily routed, right?" What's the point of that? ”

"Okay, okay, since you said that, let's do it." Pyne waved his hand but didn't continue to insist, after all, this was Carl's own army, not his Pine's.

The group maintained the speed of the march, and soon saw the manor that seemed to be separated from the world.

The local nobles welcomed Carl and the others warmly after meeting them, and after Karl paid them, they also provided enough food and water for the soldiers of Hagrid's regiment, so that the soldiers could have a good meal.

"Soldiers, I have brought you something good!"

Just as the soldiers were about to wrap up the day, Karl walked into the garrison and gathered everyone together.

"Good stuff? What? The soldiers looked at each other.

Carl clapped his hands, and immediately someone pushed a small cart out, on which were ten wooden barrels, and there seemed to be liquid flowing in them, making a bloody "gurgling" sound.

"Tonight I'll invite everyone and ale!" Karl slammed open one of the barrels, and the aroma of wine wafted out of the barrel, burrowing into each soldier's nostrils, stretching their pores.

"It's so fragrant, it's definitely a great quality ale!"

"Che, how many times have you only been in the tavern? Can you still tell the difference between good and bad? ”

"I ...... I can at least know that this is definitely not comparable to those inferior ones. ”

"Well, the aroma of this wine is not bad."

Seeing the soldiers craned their necks to look at the barrel, Karl smiled, then looked at Sylvia.

"Sylvia, go and divide the wine, everyone's share, and everyone will have the same amount." Karl ordered.

"Great!" Sylvia grinned, he loved to do this kind of thing, after all, he brought these soldiers out of his own hands.

"Lord Karl is really different from those nobles, and choosing to follow him in the first place was really the right decision I made!" Sylvia secretly said in her heart, ale is also expensive, at least not a bargain, but Carl is willing to take out ten barrels at once to invite his soldiers, which is also a lot of expenses.

And the rest of the aristocracy? Most of them treat the soldiers as slaves, as long as they don't die, then they are squeezed to death, and those knights can enjoy it, and the worst thing is the light infantry composed of serfs, and it is a great favor for them to be able to eat well, and they can drink ale like this.

"Ah, it's so much more comfortable." When the soldiers drank their own glass of wine, they all smashed their mouths, they felt refreshed, and it was pleasant to have a drink like this at the end of a tiring day.

Although the amount of wine that each person can drink after dividing it is not much, it can only be said to moisten the throat, but it is enough to satisfy them.

"Thank you, our great Lord Karl, and cheers to Lord Karl!"

Sylvia stood up and gestured to Carl with her glass held aloft, and the soldiers followed suit by raising their glasses.

"For Lord Karl! Cheers! ”

"Long live Lord Karl!

"God will always bless Venerable Lord Karl!"

The soldiers were all chanting with the slightest hint of wine, making Carl cry and laugh.

"Cheers!" Carl had no choice but to grab a glass of ale and drink it down.

Seeing Carl so bold, the soldiers cheered as well.

For a while, the scene was a bit noisy, and the soldiers bragged to each other about how good they used to be, and gossiped about where they came from, like an open-air tavern.

Carl didn't care, he knew that this would effectively evacuate the tension and irritability in the hearts of the soldiers, and relax their tense nerves.

Karl also sat down without any sitting, chatting with the soldiers, and the soldiers were also very excited to see their lord so easy-going.

But after a short conversation, Karl felt sleepy, and instructed Sylvia to arrange for the soldiers to rest at about the same time, and then returned to his tent, where he wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Just walked into the tent and found that Pyne was inside, looking like he was waiting for him.

"Carl, what were you doing?" Pine asked.

"I just handed out some wine." Carl said casually.

"Carl, it's not like I said that, I feel like you're a little ......" Pyne frowned, as if trying to describe something.

"Pyne, my brother, what do you want to say?" Karl asked, tilting his head, puzzled.

"You...... I don't think you can tell the difference between noble and lowly! ”

"What? Noble and lowly? What do you mean?

"Karl, you have the blood of the Dias family in your veins, the blood of the nobles, so you are noble, and what about the soldiers? They're all just lowly, their blood is as inferior as their faces, and you're in the same league with them, not only blending in with them, but also distributing food and drink, sitting and gossiping? Pine said solemnly, feeling that Carl was simply defiling his own blood.

"That's what you mean by noble and lowly, oh, Pine, it's the funniest joke I've ever heard, and you know that they're soldiers, and they're mercenaries not so long ago, and if I can't satisfy them, can I fight? And I don't think bloodlines can decide everything. Carl scoffed.

"You're unreasonable!" Carl's words made Pine angry, and he turned and left Carl's tent.

Carl sat on the edge of his bed, and he could only shake his head and sigh at the thought of Pyne's performance, such views abound in this day and age, and he is the outlier here with the idea that all men are created equal.

"Maybe I need to be careful...... Carl muttered to himself, even someone like Pine would be angry at his actions, let alone the other nobles, who didn't want to make the other nobles hostile to him.

Of course, it didn't mean that he was going to change the treatment of the soldiers and serfs, he just planned to avoid those nobles if he could.