Five miles south of Galalu County, a temporary camp was built.
Kazak, wearing fine armor, hurriedly walked into the Chinese military tent in the center of the camp.
"Sergeant Major, that old guy Herreth is not a kind person. He was purged in the city last night. The task force we sneaked in was found and two people were imprisoned. The remaining three risked their lives to send the message, but they did not dare to make any more moves." While reporting the military information, Kazak picked up the wine glass on the wooden table and drank it down.
Angus stared at the march map of Yona Province on the wooden table, and said casually: "Kazak, you are the veteran of the legion. Against a city of Gralu, the Welsh Army should not need to use dark chess everywhere now, right?"
"How many defenders are there in the city? How long can the food and weapons be maintained?"
“The news from the hidden stakes is that there are about 150 garrison troops in the city, and more than half of them are farmers and soldiers recruited in the past two days. The food and weapons can be taught for about three months.” Kazak replied.
Angus frowned slightly. One hundred and fifty defenders and three months of material reserves were really a hard nut to crack for a sworn enemy.
Happily, this sudden "civil war" is essentially a political and power struggle, rather than a military war.
"Kazak, you will write a letter to Viscount Herreth later and tell him that we are under the orders of the palace and the palace minister to go to the city of Yona to maintain stability and quell the rebellion. If he opens the city gate to welcome the army, we can ask the palace to take credit for him."
Kazak scratched the red head and said doubtfully: "Although that old fellow Herith is not good at fighting, he is not stupid. I'm afraid he won't be able to open the door~"
Angus smiled and pointed at the city of Yona to the north of Galalu, "Of course Herith will not open the door to surrender, but I have no intention of attacking Galalu."
Seeing that Kazak did not understand the connection, Angus explained: "Red-haired ghost, you have been following the master for six or seven years, why haven't your brains opened up yet? . Why did we lead the army into the province of Yona? To seize the city? "
"This is not an enemy country, and the guys defending the city are not enemy troops. In the final analysis, our role is to deter and deal with conflicts. Herith is not an idiot. He also has eyes and ears in Besançon. I believe he already knows the situation of Baldwin. Now he is sitting on the wall?"
「我们带着军队在格拉鲁转一圈，赫瑞思识趣的话龟缩在郡城里不出来就行了。反正到时候不管怎样他都说得过去。」
「至于我们， Our ultimate goal is to march into the city of Yona and complete the encirclement with the Guards Corps."
Kazak had an epiphany, "Then we will break camp tomorrow and go directly north through the outside of Galalu City."
"Should we let Lusignan's cavalry hold the rear line to prevent Herace from suddenly coming out of the city to harass our rear?"
Angus chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, Herace is not an idiot. , let alone he doesn't have the strength to harass us, even if he does, he won't come. If we don't attack the city, he will already kneel down to the Holy Lord. "What's more, the people he is really guarding against are the Swabians."
"Speaking of the Swabians, ask Lusignan to send a cavalry squad to patrol Talburg to ensure the stability of the border..."
.........
The next morning, when the extremely nervous garrison of Galalu City saw the Wells Army encircling the city, they could not hide their doubts.
They have prayed to God countless times in their hearts, hoping that they can survive the butcher's knife of the Welsh Legion...
The last baggage train disappeared from sight. Standing high in the city of Galalu, Herith suddenly felt that his legs and feet were a little weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"My lord." The newly appointed captain of the guard beside him supported Herith.
Herrith calmed down and said, "Hurry up and send someone to follow them to make sure they have really left."
The young guard captain responded, gearing up and said, "Sir, I will personally lead twenty elite cavalry out of the city to harass them."
Herrith turned around and slapped him, "Foolish. Stupid! You really think they don't dare to fight Graru!"
"Send two light cavalry to follow them and watch them leave, don't cause trouble!" Not long after, the people sent by Herreth sent back the news that the Wells Army was indeed heading north and had no intention of turning back.
...Most of them have already left the territory of Galalu County, but there are seven or eight light cavalry heading towards Talburg.”
Herith sighed deeply, "At least Art has not forgotten that we are still in danger from foreign enemies."
"You will release the two imprisoned spies in a while, and keep a line in everything so that we can meet in the future. Things are going to change in the province of Jonah~"
should focus on guarding the border areas from tomorrow to prevent the Swabians from taking advantage of the opportunity."
The armored palace guards guarded the attic of the palace with solemn expressions, and hundreds of candles illuminated every corner of the inner court.
In an official room on the third floor of the Marquis's residence, Flanders Otto, the King of the Marquis of Burgundy, was having a secret conversation with Atwood Wells, Earl of Wales, who had come to the palace for an audience.
This secret conversation lasted from the sun setting to dark. The moment Art said goodbye to Flanders and walked out of the office, the indifference on his face immediately disappeared, and there were waves of worry in his frown.
Matt did not leave the inner court. Under the guidance of the chamberlain, he took Ron and two personal guards into a stone-lined and heavily guarded building at the corner of the Marquis' inner court.
The chamberlain stopped in front of a closed room on the first floor, whispered a few instructions to the two armored guards outside the door, then bowed to Art and turned away.
Matt adjusted his armor and waved to the Iron Guard.
The Iron Guard took out the key and opened the heavy door. Art saw Baldwin, Count of Jonah and Prime Minister of the Palace, sitting quietly on a wooden chair in the room.
Baldwin sat upright in the armchair. The candle on the candlestick on the wooden table next to him was almost burned out. There was already cold food on the tray next to the candlestick.
With the faint candlelight, Art could clearly see Baldwin's appearance. He had lost a little weight, but he was not sluggish.
"Master Prime Minister?" Looking at Baldwin, who had his eyes closed, Art spoke.
Baldwin opened his eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, he was slightly startled at first, and then regained his composure, "I knew that your shadow was indispensable in this matter. Okay, leave, there is no need to persuade me to confess, I am worthy of God, and I am worthy of Flanders."
Apparently many people have come to persuade them to surrender recently.
Matt ignored it. He sat directly on the armchair next to Baldwin, grabbed the cold rotten meat from the tray, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then spat it out. "It doesn't taste very good, but it's definitely not poisonous."
Baldwin sneered.
Matt grabbed the linen cloth on the tray and wiped his greasy hands, chatting casually: "Eight years ago, I first met you when I went north. At that time, you were an ordinary minister of security in the court of the Count of Burgundy, and you did not even have the right to participate in meetings of important ministers. In fact, with your talents, if you don't "You have inherited the position of Earl Jonah, and I am afraid that even the Minister of Public Security will not be able to get it."
"But you are lucky enough that the Swabians were resisted several times. In addition, you firmly followed the old Marquis and became the Minister of Finance along the way, and was included in the Council of Important Ministers."
"The old Marquis is critically ill. You know that the prince Robert is Bernard's grandnephew. Once the old Marquis dies, your status will not be guaranteed, so you immediately switch to the new prince Flanders."
You wavered several times; during the War of Succession, you negotiated peace several times; after the War of Succession, you considered yourself to be outstanding and unparalleled in the world. You always felt that half of this kingdom should belong to you, Baldwin, so you acted more and more arrogantly and became increasingly greedy..."
"The heart of the people is not enough, and you always feel that you have received too little and deserve more. Doesn't it make you feel unfair that a down-and-out nobleman living in the Longxia Mountains can become the king of a country?"
"Now there are rumors throughout the Burgundy Kingdom that you are preparing to rebel and seize the power of the princely country."
Baldwin's eyes widened when he heard this.
Matt raised his hand to stop Baldwin's anger, "The rumors outside are all false. You, Baldwin, would never commit treason. It's not that you don't have the intention, but you know that you don't have the ability. So you will never do treason."
Baldwin became even more angry after hearing this.
"Bastard! Don't be complacent, don't forget how you got this Earl of the new province! From a lowly commoner to today, whose credit is it?" Baldwin said through gritted teeth.
At looked at Baldwin, who was gritting his teeth and blushing, and couldn't help but sneer.
“I would also like to ask, from a palace security minister who could even accept a hundred or ten small silver coins to a powerful official in charge of an entire county, with hundreds of thousands of pfennigs in his sleeves, who was behind all this? Back then, Schwa I almost reached the city of Yona. Who stood in the way of the enemy? In the fight with Bernard, who gave all his strength to help? "
Baldwin stopped talking, he chose to remain silent.
Matt has been worried about something lately and has no intention of arguing with him.
h "Three days ago, the Palace Guards Corps captured the two counties in the west of Jonah. Yesterday morning, my Welsh Army captured the two counties in the south of the Province of Jonah."
"Now there is only one lonely city of Jonah left in the entire Province of Jonah, and your eldest son with three to five hundred weak and stubborn defenders."
"The palace has raised a year's supply of food and grass for two thousand troops and is preparing to send it to the city of Yona in the near future. However, the Marquis sent me to ask the Prime Minister one last question whether it is necessary to transport this food and grass to the city of Yona."
Baldwin sighed and said nothing.
At also sighed, "A small city of Jonah is nothing, and a small Baldwin is nothing. The nobles of the old country standing behind you are what the new king Flanders really wants to deal with."
It is true that the new king wants the province of Jonah, but what he really wants is the unification of the entire Burgundy kingdom. Anyone who stands in the way will be eliminated. "
"If you understand this, not only will your Earl of Jonah family survive, but you, Baldwin, will also be safe."
After hearing this, Baldwin suddenly opened his eyes and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
He took out a letter he had already prepared from his arms and placed it on the wooden table in front of Baldwin. "The order to open the city of Jonah has been prepared. You can decide for yourself."
After saying this, Art turned and left.
Baldwin stopped Art as he was about to step out of the door.
Matt looked back slightly.
"Remember, my today is your tomorrow." Baldwin hit the wooden table with a hammer.
…..
A few days later, the city of Jonah surrendered, and the entire province of Jonah surrendered to the palace...
Besançon Cathedral, in the palace of the Archbishop of Burgundy.
...Art, have you really given up your direct territorial rights to the southern border of Jonah? Those lands are much more fertile than your Tyniec."
"Archbishop, although the Marquis granted me a county in the southern border of Jonah, if I really entered the province of Jonah, I would not be able to sleep. Simply hand over the territory of Jonah to the palace. The government manages the land and receives the taxes from the palace every year, so I can save my worries."
Matt approached Olof and whispered in his ear: "The one on the iron throne can rest assured."
Olof touched the cross on his chest, closed his eyes and sighed softly, "When you meet a wise king, you should know how to advance and retreat. Okay, go back and manage your wasteland."