At noon on the third day, a large group of people gathered in front of the tavern next to the square to watch the excitement.
Angus held the shopkeeper's collar with one hand and pressed the head of a bartender with the other, "Fat man, hand over the money or let me beat you up and strip you naked and throw you into the street."
Angus wanted to go to the tavern to borrow some penny from the shopkeeper to buy a suit of clothes in the city. Shang bought another dagger and went to find Art. He couldn't just go to someone else empty-handed~
Only when he got to the store did he find out that Art had paid off his debt for him and had been extorted a lot of money by the owner. Angus was so angry that he beat up several bartenders and cooks in the tavern.
"You beat me to death, and you won't even get a copper coin from me..." The fat shopkeeper said with swollen eyes and gritted teeth at Angus, followed by the sound of fists hitting meat and the owner's scream from the tavern. Sound...
After a while, Angus, who was wearing a shabby linen coat, coarse shorts, and a cloth belt around his waist, came out of the tavern. He was holding an ale bottle in his left hand and weighing a bottle in his right hand. The money bag with twenty small silver shillings walked towards the tailor shop and weapons shop in the city...
On the west side of the military camp in Besançon Church Square, in Art's military tent, the army caravan directors Cooper and Salter, who had just completed the southern goods trade from Lucesen City, were reporting to Art on the trade situation in Lucesen City.
“My lord, this time we sold most of the goods in Lucerne. We sold a total of 13,253 pfennigs. Excluding the principal, we made a total of 9,180 pfennigs. The remaining spices, silks and a small amount of porcelain can be estimated to buy 8,000 pfennigs. Ni, it is estimated that we can make a net profit of six thousand pfennigs. Originally, I planned to buy some goods after clearing out the southern goods in Lucese, but the profit was too small and we were in a hurry to meet you in Besancon, so the old housekeeper and I decided not to stop in Lucese."
"Did you not encounter any difficulties when trading in the city?" Art asked. After all, they were foreign merchants.
"It's okay to be difficult, after all, there is a huge shortage of southern goods now, and we have few goods..."
Sart reported the caravan's trade profits to Art in detail.
After listening to the instructions to the two caravans, Art said: "Okay, we will be training in Besançon in the next week. You will get rid of the valuable southern goods in your hands as soon as possible, and then buy the goods from here to sell them in various places in the south. However, it is estimated that you will not be able to get from the south to Besançon before the army leaves, so if the army leaves by then, you will directly Then set off from Besançon and pursue us along the King's Road to Talburg in the southeast. Remember, when you set off from Besançon to pursue us, all the goods of the caravan will be replaced by food supplies and weapons. The specific amount will be discussed with Odo later. "
Cooper and Salt agreed and left the military tent.
In the open space outside the city, thirty armed peasant soldiers are being trained by Odo. They are all farmers recruited separately from the territory directly under Earl Baldwin. Most of these people are yeoman farmers. They bring their own food and weapons to perform their forty days of military service. Their weapons are of different styles, except for a few wealthy farmers. In addition to the daggers, short spears, axes, hammers and other weapons carried by the soldiers, most of the peasant soldiers only brought sickles, iron forks and other farm tools from home as weapons to fight; and those farmers who came to do labor did not even bring a wooden stick. They all packed some cereals and broken wheat in a piece of torn linen cloth and came to serve.
"Listen, everyone, since you have been assigned to us, you must abide by our rules. Anyone who does not follow the rules will be severely punished."
"In the next week, you will accept my training. I will separately organize the twelve people who have performed well in the training into two teams. The peasants and soldiers of these two teams will not only be provided with sufficient food and weapons for free by us, but also receive a salary of four pfennigs per week. You yourself Go and find out, where can you find the good thing of providing food and paying wages? You are all caught up! So, you will train desperately for me in the next few days, and we will only select the best twelve people!" Odo stood in front of the peasants and soldiers who were barely arranged in three rows, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Odo turned to the working farmers on the other side who were standing crookedly and said: "The same goes for the twenty of you. If any of you are willing to be trained and selected, you can also stand with the peasants and soldiers to train together. If you are selected in a few days, you will also enjoy special treatment."
A few young men among the peasant soldiers were eager to try, but were stopped by a few older people, because they knew that by serving as laborers, they could stay away from the fire of the battle. If they became peasant soldiers, they would not dare to escape from the battle, otherwise they would be beheaded on the spot by the military judge.
"Okay, since you don't want to live a good life, forget it, but you can't be idle during the period before the army sets off. Leave six of the stronger ones here to receive the most basic training, and the others will be sent outside the city to dredge the city in a while. He, this is a task assigned by the palace..."
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At kept pacing in his military tent. He did not supervise the training of the army and peasant soldiers today. He was still waiting for someone to arrive.
Three days have passed since I saw Sergeant Major Angus, but Angus has never stepped foot into the military camp.
"Am I wrong?" The doubts in Art's heart became more and more serious, and the sense of loss became more and more serious.
After waiting for another half an afternoon, Art finally gave up. Perhaps he had misjudged the person, or perhaps he was still unable to get an outstanding soldier to join him under his current conditions, so Art put on his armor, hung up his weapons, left the military camp and came to the open space outside the east city gate. Three members of the patrol team A team of warriors and a team of sentinels were conducting battle formation training here. Amidst Odo's roar, thirty peasant soldiers also picked up sticks and wooden forks and imitated the movements of warriors, slashing and thrusting~
Ignoring the training of warriors, because they were supervised by their own squad leaders, Art went directly to the place where peasant soldiers were training.
Otto left the peasant and soldier team and went straight to Art, "Sir, these guys were farmers tilling the fields a few days ago. It is extremely difficult to train them like soldiers. If I can have a month or two, I can barely let them complete basic training, but now we only have a week, I'm afraid~"
Art glanced at the tired peasant soldiers who were lying in a heap. The team thought for a while and said to Odo: "You can't train them alone. In this way, let all the soldiers of your third team come out to train these peasant soldiers. Each of the five soldiers will train six peasant soldiers. You will be responsible for guiding and supervising the soldiers to train the peasant soldiers. Whoever trains well or who trains more peasant soldiers after a week will be selected, I will give a military reward to whoever trains them. I will give a military reward of five pfennigs to the peasant soldier who trained them."
Otto lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Sir, this method is good. The soldiers are familiar with our training. It is best to let them train the peasant soldiers, and it is better to train six people by one person than thirty people by one person."
"Well, let's do it!" Art ordered.
Odo took the order and ran to the third team, and soon the soldiers of the third team began to select the six peasant soldiers they were training~
Art saw the soldiers of the third team leading the peasant soldiers into the training, and then went to Bastuba and Kazak's team for some guidance. After some guidance, he came to Ron's sentry team, and personally led a few sentries to practice archery riding...
While Art and the Sentinel Team were sweating in training, the baggage officer Spencer ran to the training ground outside the city and found Art. He reported that a man who looked like a ranger had broken into the military camp and was looking for him.
At quickly mounted his horse and ran back to the military camp in the city.
A guy wearing a long traveling hooded coat, a cowhide belt around his waist, a short sword slung across his body, and a long-handled battle ax on his back stood at the entrance of the Yate military camp, shaking his head and looking at the six working farmers who were being trained by Lawrence in the camp.
Matt jumped off the horse and came to Angus and hugged him tightly for a while, "Sergeant major, you are here after all!"
Angus patted Art on the shoulder and said: "Art, you said that you only have a dozen or so farmers under your command who are not even equipped with weapons, and you have set up several military tents - who are you showing them to?"
Matt looked at the working farmers training aside and said awkwardly: "These are all labor in the army. My soldiers are training outside the city."
Angus turned his head and glanced at it and said, "That's more like it. By the way, don't call me sergeant major in the future. Just call me Angus."
"Then take me to see your soldiers. I want to know whether I can safely leave my behind to a group of strangers."
"Of course, Sergeant Major, come with me." Art moved out of the way and made a gesture of invitation.
"Spencer, go find a tavern in the city. I want to entertain my sergeant major when I was in the Holy Order and my benefactor, His Excellency Angus Doyle."
Angus stopped, turned around and said to Spencer behind him: "Man, there's no need to go to the one on the east side of the square. The owner probably won't welcome me."
Spencer was confused. Art guessed that Angus had lost face in the tavern on the east side of the square and didn't want to go back, so he whispered to Spencer to find him. Other taverns...
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Angus looked at the thirty or so black-robed soldiers in bright clothes and angry horses in front of him, and couldn't believe that this was an army of trainee knights. "Didn't the Wells family be deprived of their lands? They are all the troops left by your father during his lifetime?"
“Sergeant Major, these men in black robes and capes are the soldiers I started training last winter. Most of them have already experienced battles, but most of them fought with bandits and bandits. They only fought an ambush with the Lombard army once. The thirty next to them are palaces. The peasants and soldiers assigned to me by Count Baldwin, Vice Minister of the Imperial Court, have just received training today. What you see in the camp are the labor assigned to me by the count and the labor of my own army. In addition, I also have a caravan with the army..." Art also had an uncontrollable sense of pride.
Angus was still a little doubtful, "Where did you get so much money to support so many people?"
"Most of it was stolen from bandits. I also served as a caravan guard for others, and I also made some money by trading southern goods..."
Angus was surprised, looked at the soldiers in front of him and asked: "How many times a week do your soldiers train?"
"Except for Sundays and during battles, we have to train every morning, noon and evening at other times, mainly personal combat skills training and battle formation combat training."
h To conquer a large number of bandits and bandits..."
"Amazing! You actually trained these farmers and refugees at the same pace as the Knights of the Holy Order~"
"Sergeant Major, do you want to try their strength?"
"Of course～"
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As night fell, a secluded tavern in the west of Besançon was bustling with activity. Commanders above the captain level of the army and Lawrence Cooper, a member of the caravan accompanying the army, all attended the banquet hosted by Art for Angus. The dinner was not a luxurious one, and the dishes that could be provided in the tavern were limited, which were nothing more than breaded barbecue, stewed with onions and pears, plus some minced meat and peas, etc. However, the drinks were quite good, and everyone had already drank two full barrels of light beer.
With the exception of Art, everyone was from civilian backgrounds and had little worries or airs. Several commanders of the army began to call themselves brothers after exchanging wine glasses with Angus for a few rounds. Angus also accepted everyone who came and quickly became one with everyone.
"How about it, Sergeant? Do you want to join me?" As the banquet came to an end, Art made a clear invitation to Angus to join.
Everyone fell silent and stared at Angus, waiting for his clear answer.
Angus glanced at everyone, raised his glass of wine, and said loudly: "In the name of God, I, Angus Doyle, am willing to fight side by side with Art Wood Wells and his brothers until the last drop of blood is shed."