Dortmund shares a border with Moran, the northern county of the state of Kairol, and the border between the two sides is just a small hill.

The Barony of Fort de Nornberg in Dortmund is a valley away, and although the two sides are so close, there is not much communication between them, and in this era of lack of means of transportation, most people will never leave their town for the rest of their lives.

Spring paints Dortmund with a warm colour, and the winter chill fades away, and herders and farmers are once again out on the move, where cows can be seen from time to time.

"Chief, we have entered the barony of Fort Denord." The scout's skin is a little dark because of long-term exposure, his face is not very good, and it can be seen that his nutrition is a little insufficient, too, in this era, eating a full meal is a pleasure, except for those nobles, who can supplement enough nutrition.

"Gallo, I'm not as good as Sylvia, but I'm not so stupid as to know about crossing the valley to Fort Deno." Bruce laughed to himself, he had always been in this way since he left Moran.

Gallo stopped talking, he knew that the leader's mood was very complicated at this time, and there was some indescribable anger, and he would not touch his head.

The members of the mercenary group behind him looked around one by one, in fact, when they actually stepped into this territory, their eyes did not stop, and they looked impatient.

"Oh my God, this whole territory is the fiefdom of the Sylvia chief, look at the farmers and livestock, God, how much food the Sylvia chief can get every month."

"Lord Count Díaz von Karl is indeed a generous man, who has given such a large piece of land to the chief of Sylvia."

"You can't help but look down on Lord Count too much, Dortmund is a whole county, how big a whole county is, I think you should know very well, although the Barony of Fort de Nornburg is big, but it is nothing to Dortmund, Lord Sylvia has made a great contribution, I heard that with the army to fight those Flo people head-on, it is a thousand-level war!" Someone else said.

"Oh my God, what a battlefield it must be, it could be compiled into an epic."

The information of these mercenaries is actually very poor, and most of them rely on bards or merchants who come and go to get some information, so what they know must be a little different from reality.

Of course, there is not much difference from the facts, although Carl's corps is only three hundred people and three companies, but this does not include those conscripted peasants, those conscripted peasants say that they are light infantry, in fact, they are cannon fodder, Karl just simply counted their numbers, and then there was no then, if someone died in battle, he would pay a pension of ten copper natas, ten copper natas could not buy much things, but it also made those peasants grateful one by one.

This is Carl's conscience, how can other nobles care about the life and death of these cannon fodder, it is their honor and duty to die for the nobles, pension? What is that?

In this case, in fact, the army led by Pyne was more than 800 men, and if it weren't for this number, how could he really let Lopur retreat? With only three or four hundred people, if they can break through Fort Carmel, even if the defense is relatively empty, it must be operated by God himself.

Listening to the mercenaries in his mercenary group, Bruce's face became even more ugly, but he didn't say anything, he also looked at this territory, and he was also very envious.

At this time, the surrounding peasants found them here, looking at their leather or cotton armor, as well as the weapons in their hands, they were all frightened, and hurriedly led their livestock to flee, they did not know who these troops were, maybe they would raid them, it would be terrifying.

"Okay, we need to hurry, we need to meet Sylvia as soon as possible, otherwise what you are waiting for may not be a comfortable life, but Sylvia's army, although I don't know how many troops he has in Fort Denor, but it shouldn't be a problem to destroy us." Bruce snorted coldly, when he led the mercenaries to Moran, there were more than fifty people when he went, and when he came back, there were only thirty people left, which was the reason for occasionally recruiting new members during this time.

This was one of the reasons why he was about to lose his authority over this team, and the newcomers didn't really like him very much, and their eyes lit up after knowing that the previous leader of this mercenary group had achieved such an accomplishment.

The team set off again, they picked up speed, they were not too familiar with Dortmund, but they had passed through a few times and had a rough idea of the direction of Fort Deno.

After traveling day and night, I finally found Fort Deno before the sun set the next day, it was a small but strong enough castle, the towers surrounded Fort Deno on a first floor, the archers on the tower looked like vultures, and the axe men on the walls stared coldly at the outside of the wall, perhaps only the guards inside the castle would seem looser, and anyone who wanted to attack Fort Deno would have to weigh their own strength.

"Sure enough, it's Sylvia's castle." Seeing the pattern of the flag hanging from the castle, Bruce muttered.

They used to be close friends, after all, they were both high-level members of Hagrid's mercenary group at the beginning, Sylvia was the leader, and he was an existence similar to the deputy leader, and the relationship between the two sides was not close.

Naturally, they had fantasies about the future, fantasizing that they would own a castle, and Sylvia had described to him the family flag she would have if she had that chance.

It was a sword, and the flag now hanging above Fort Deno was an eagle with a sword in its talons.

"Heh, it's only been a long time since I saw Sylvia become such a sycophant." Bruce scoffed, of course he knew that the count's coat of arms was an eagle.

It's just that although he laughed on his lips, he didn't feel good in his heart, and he didn't know whether to be happy or jealous when he saw his sorry old friend get what he wanted.

"Who are you?" The guards on the walls spotted them, and their bows and arrows were pointed at them, as if they were not saying a word.

Also, dozens of soldiers with weapons gathered outside the castle, and it would be amazing if the guards couldn't find out, who knows if such a group of people were ready to attack.

"I need to see your baron!" Bruce shouted.

"Huh? What kind of fellow are you, and how can Lord Baron be something you can see casually. The guards on the city walls scoffed, too, Bruce wasn't dressed very glamorously now.

"I'm an old friend of your Baron Sylvia, you just have to tell your Baron Bruce that he's here, and trust me he'll meet me!" Bruce held back the anger in his heart and said coldly.

The guard hesitated when he heard the words of his old friend.

"Why don't you go soon? Otherwise, you won't be able to afford to be held accountable by your lordship! Bruce glared.

"Okay, I'll report it to you, but tell you, if you dare to lie to me, you're done!" The guard decided not to take this risk, and after a few words of advice to the soldiers beside him, he turned around and hurried in the direction of the castle fort.

Sylvia was enjoying a good day at the moment, and he was really going to fall in love with the life of a castle, it was a dream feeling.

"Lord Baron." The maid came over with a plate of cut fruit.

Sylvia nodded, but luckily he hadn't degenerated enough to have to be fed food.

Carl is still very worried about the fall of the generals under his command, but he knows how fast the degeneration will be when a group of low-level people succeed, Li Zicheng, Hong Xiuquan and so on There are too many examples.

But it seems that these people under him are still better, in addition to enjoying some daily life, they are still very active in doing things and training or something.

And now that it is not wartime, it can be regarded as a song and dance, and Karl is a little more laissez-faire, and it is because of this that Sylvia will be in Denorburg instead of Dortmund Castle.

"Lord Baron, there are a number of troops from outside the castle." The guards on the city wall saw Sylvia before, and said respectfully, this new nobleman is quite good to them, probably because he has been following Carl all the year round and his own background, he treats the soldiers under his hands well, although the salary is not like the Hagrid Corps and the Thorn Corps, but it is better than the average nobleman.

"The army?" Sylvia was startled and quickly got up, his first reaction was that the Flo people were coming, Fort Deno bordered the Kairol region on the right, and the territory of the Flo people on the left, although it was not the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel, but the Flo people everywhere had a natural love for raiding.

"The man in the lead says it's your old friend." The guard followed.

"Old friends? Hehe, I'm here to climb the relationship again, let them go, I don't remember any old friends I have. Sylvia sneered, he had made a lot of friends during this time.

"Yes, I'll just say that the guy named Bruce must be a liar!" The guard hurriedly said, he secretly said in his heart that he was stupid, how could anyone believe it.

"Wait? Bruce? Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

"How is he? Bruce is indeed an old friend of mine, let him in. Sylvia said.

He was still haunted by Bruce splitting Hagrid's corps, but he didn't recognize this person completely.

"And what about his soldiers? There were about thirty of them. ”

"Let them stay outside the castle until I get the next order, keep an eye on them for me, and release the arrows if they make any moves." Sylvia told him that he didn't want any accidents, and that the defenders of Fort Deno were not many, only about a hundred.

"Yes." The guards left in a hurry.

No one knows what Sylvia and Bruce talked about that day, but since that day, Fort Deno has had an extra group of soldiers, and the Hagrid mercenary regiment of the year has really ceased to exist, and only the Hagrid corps in Dortmund remains.