Coming out of the city of Codor, the Welsh Army encountered no resistance in the province of Codor, so there was no delay along the way.
When passing through small towns and villages along the way, they would at most let the soldiers light a fire to make a hot meal, feed their horses and livestock with water and grass, rest for a while, and then hurriedly pack up their cooking utensils and luggage and head north amidst the sound of marching horns. They would not stop and set up camp until dark every day.
Although it was hard work, the soldiers of the Welsh Legion did not complain. Compared with marching and fighting in the past, this hardship was nothing at all.
Especially the peasants and soldiers of the Bath Division, in the process of rushing to the rescue of Fort Marsi, they marched all the way from Tyniec, climbing mountains and crossing obstacles along the way, causing every young and hard-working leader of peasant background to complain incessantly. On weekdays, I carried a hoe and a sickle up the mountain to cut firewood and farm in the fields. I had never experienced marching for several days in a row, but I didn't dare to be lazy at all. If Bas saw me, I would inevitably be punched and kicked. In this way, they carried it all the way to Fort Marsi.
After the Battle of Marsiburg, Art was very satisfied with the performance of these young peasant soldiers. Orders are given to distribute rewards to those who have made meritorious deeds. The money they seize from the enemy, no more than ten pfennigs, can be put into their own pockets, not to mention the military rewards issued by the legion, which makes those guys happy.
On weekdays, he only earns a hundred pfennigs a year by working hard in the fields. After deducting the expenses of eating and drinking, there are not even a few copper coins left in his wallet. But they didn't expect that they could harvest hundreds of pfennigs from just one battle. This really opened the eyes of these poor farmers.
Since the Battle of Marseille, the enthusiasm of these farmers and soldiers has increased a lot. The main reason is that war makes money quickly. Although you may lose your life, such a high profit is worth it.
Walking in the middle of the queue, Art looked at the long queue behind him from time to time. Although there were a large number of people, the queue could still be kept very orderly. After continuous training in the early stage, he became more and more satisfied with this unit. Not only did they recruit a large number of young peasant soldiers, but after being tempered in recent battles, each of the new recruits looked a bit like legion veterans. Although there is still a gap in combat effectiveness compared with the veterans of the Wells Legion, Art believes that in the near future, they will be as good at fighting as those veterans who have fought hundreds of battles.
"Sir, do you remember when we led the task force to sneak into Thorne City to assassinate the heretics who Bernard kept in the luxurious mansion in the city?" Angus, who was following Art on horseback, suddenly asked Art.
"You mean Assassin?" Art turned his head and said.
"Yes."
h "Of course I remember that they sent two killers to lurk in the valley to poison our food. If the two hounds hadn't discovered the abnormality, I'm afraid we would have gone to see God." Art has always remembered this matter. Angus, Ron and others who were following behind smiled slightly.
"By the way, let Cooper keep those two hounds well for me. I will be of great use in the future." Art took care of the two hounds that saved his life.
"Don't worry, I already told the old butler when we left. Look at how well the chickens, ducks, cows and sheep raised in the valley are doing. Those two hounds were gifts from others, and the old butler will definitely not treat them badly."
"Well, that's good." Art said with satisfaction.
"Sir, I remember the last time we came, there were only a few dozen people secretly traveling from Kodor to Thorne City in a carriage. You see, there are thousands of people behind us now, with well-equipped weapons and armor, and the carriage is full of food, grass and baggage. People in the towns along the way have to get out of the way when they see it, how majestic!" Seeing Angus mention the past, Ron couldn't help but interrupt.
"Ron, you are right, we are not who we were before. You are not who you were before." Art looked at the scar on Ron's face. As Ron's personality and experience continued to change, that scar seemed to give Ron a touch of sophistication.
"Now it's finally our turn to deal with that bastard Bernard!" Art said harshly.
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“That bastard, you didn’t know how dangerous the situation was at that time. I deliberately got up to pick up the firewood that fell on the ground, and took the opportunity to take a look at the situation in the yard. The servant suddenly shouted at me, and another guy dressed as an apple seller had already stood up from the ground and walked towards me, with the short knife on his waist exposed, which scared me so much that I almost ran away. Just run..."
Oliver, the deputy captain of the task force who was walking in the team, told the soldiers around him how he had disguised himself as a woodcutter and went to the outpost of the mansion where Assassin was hiding. He heard the soldiers around him cheering, and they all looked at the experienced commander in front of them with admiration.
"Later, after several sentry inspections, we found out what was going on inside~" Oliver said, taking out the wheat straw in his mouth and making gestures.
“Sir Oliver, don’t stop.” The soldiers beside him urged.
"You bastard, why are you in such a hurry!" As he said this, Oliver picked up the straw in his hand and hit the soldier on the head, causing the other soldiers to laugh.
Cut off the heads of some enemies. It's best to chop off the heads of that old bastard Bernard. Then come to me and I'll tell you the story for three days and three nights." "Okay!" everyone shouted.
“Which bastard is scolding me?” Bernard, who was sitting on a big leather chair in the office room with his eyes closed and concentrating, said to himself after wiping his nose. He threw the silk scarf still stained with snot to the maid waiting at the side. The maid glanced at Bernard, who closed his eyes again, frowning, and fiddled with the silk scarf with her fingertips to slowly wrap up the mucus~
In recent days, Bernard has been very busy due to the continuous fighting on the front line. Every time I stayed in the office for half a day, I often suffered from back pain and lack of sleep. He lay on the big leather chair and fell asleep within a short time. Just as Bernard closed his eyes, the footsteps of the orderlies outside the door became increasingly clear.
"Report!" The orderly soldier stood at the door and shouted.
I saw Bernard slowly opening his tired eyes. "Come in."
With the wooden door of the office room clanging, the messenger opened the door and walked in.
"Report to your lord, frontline battle report."
"Read."
The messenger looked at the maid beside Bernard, and then set his eyes on Bernard.
"You go out first." Bernard said to the maid.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Earl." The maid slowly exited and closed the door.
"Say it."
"Your Majesty, the front line is in danger, Manderburg was captured by the rebels on the eastern front..."
"What!" Before the messenger could finish speaking, Bernard had already stood up from his chair, holding his hands on the table.
“However, our people were recaptured again.” The messenger quickly added. "Mandeburg sent people back to ask for support, saying~"
"Say what! Say it quickly!" Bernard roared loudly.
"They said that if reinforcements don't arrive tonight, Mandeborg will definitely not be able to hold it."
I saw Bernard sitting down, his eyes full of anxiety.
"What are you still doing? Send troops to support!"
"Your Majesty, we have no soldiers to send. All the young leaders that can be recruited in Saône Province have been sent to the front line, and even the barely mobile farmers have been escorted to the front line to build fortifications. The rest are all eight or nine-year-old children and women." The messenger informed Bernard of the current situation.
Bernard sat in the chair without saying a word, staring at the parchment on the table in a daze.
A few days ago, after receiving a secret letter from Tyniec, Bernard was in a good mood. Immediately convene a group of officers to discuss how to concentrate all forces to resist the attack of the Eastern Army. In his opinion, the Welsh Army would definitely withdraw its troops and return reinforcements after learning of the attack on Tyniec. In this way, the threat in the southern Saône Province was removed.
Hence, while he sent people to contact the principality to request troops, he also sent a special envoy to Codor City to order Count Codor to resist the attack of the Welsh Army, and "revealed" the news to Count Codor that his men had succeeded in Tinets, so as to stabilize the position of this important ally. Bernard also wrote a private letter and ordered the envoy to take it with him, and in the letter promised "benefits" to Count Codor after the war.
"Go down."
"Your Majesty, Count,"
"Get out of here!" Bernard was furious. The messenger was so frightened that he quickly retreated.
· Thinking about the current situation, Bernard felt anxious. Not long ago, the Kingdom of France and the Church of Paris publicly announced their support for Flanders, and the principality's army displayed on the border withdrew overnight. Bernard sent people many times to request the principality to send troops to Besançon, but each time he was sent back by the Dijon court for various reasons.
While Bernard was racking his brains to think of how to make a comeback in the increasingly unfavorable situation, the guard outside the door suddenly knocked on the door.
"Didn't I tell you to get out!" Bernard shouted loudly.
“My lord, the sentinel from Kodor City has returned.”
Bernard quickly got up and walked toward the door.
"Where are they?"
"Waiting in the lord's hall."
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In the lord's hall of Thorne City, two guys who looked like hawkers were standing in the hall waiting for the arrival of Earl Bernard. After escaping from Kodor City two days ago, in order to avoid attracting attention, the two of them did not buy horses until they entered Thorne Province and drove all the way to Thorne City.
"Did the Welsh Army retreat?" Bernard, who was still outside the door of the Lord's Hall, was already eager to know the situation in the south.
"Report to the Earl," one of them glanced at the people around him and continued, "The Earl of Codor has opened the city and surrendered. The Welsh Army has entered the city of Codor. It is estimated that it is now on the way to Thorne Province." After the report, the two lowered their heads.
"How is it possible? Their rear has been occupied by me, how can they continue to attack the city of Kodor?" Bernard paced back and forth in the Lord's Hall dragging his robe.
"Where is the special envoy sent to Kodor City?" Bernard asked immediately after coming back to his senses.
"The envoy did not come out after entering Count Codor's mansion." The vendor replied quickly.
"No, how is this possible? How could that old guy have such courage? Who gave him such courage!" Just as Count Codor was roaring in the lord's hall, a ragged guy walked towards the lord's hall with the support of a guard.
"Your Majesty, Count," the guard reported to Bell, "this is the soldier who escaped from Tyniec."
"Your Majesty, Count, Tyniec was recaptured by them, and Chief Doyle was also beheaded by them in the city." After the soldier finished speaking, he fell to the ground.
At this time, Bernard's eyes gradually froze, his face slowly turned pale, and the corners of his mouth began to tremble...
Plop~
In an instant, Bernard fell straight to the ground, frightening the people present to panic...