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That little guy from the Lane family.
This young master is still wearing an aristocratic outfit. Although it is just a simple combination of vest, shirt and trousers, his collar and pleats are meticulously arranged, but his behavior is not very aristocratic. He is hiding in a corner of the wooden building.
In the shadows at the corner, he stared intently at the people in the square.
"interested in?"
"ah!"
The sound in his ears made the young nobles scream and jump away, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with a panicked look on his face. As a result, some of the soldiers in the field were unlucky because of this... Several guys who were attracted attention
Forgetting to obey the order, the mercenaries in charge of training dropped the rattan watches in their hands without hesitation, causing a series of screams of pain like being slaughtered.
"Um... Sir Edward. Ah, I still have something to do..." After taking a few steps back in a panic, the little guy noticed the black burqa standing not far away at some point. He was stunned for a moment.
Finally he remembered to salute Edward. Then he turned around and left.
"Is it also a Lane family tradition to leave without saying goodbye during a conversation?"
Edward smiled and looked at the little boy who froze.
For the time being, he was not in the mood to pay attention to these siblings, so he just asked them and their loyal subordinates to contribute some labor force in the territory. Anyway, there was no urgent time, but although he did not give special orders to give preferential treatment to this pair of siblings,
little guy,
However, it seems that the person in charge still doesn't have the heart to let this young master do any heavy work... Maybe it's because his body bones can't be carried on the shoulders or lifted by the hands, and he really doesn't have the ability to work. So let this guy do it.
The young master became a semi-idle.
"That. That..." The family's reputation forced the boy to face that terrifying person. He lowered his gaze and twisted his clothes nervously: "Well, Sir Edward, what do you have to say?"
"what are you doing here?"
"Um..." The heir to the Lane family was startled again, and he stammered for a while before replying: "No...it's nothing, I'm just a bit, a bit bored, so..."
Of course, this little guy would not tell the truth that he was peeking at the training methods of these civilians so that he could apply them to his own territory in the future.
For the heir to the earl, these people's training methods were unheard of... The main method seemed to be to turn left and right neatly according to the order and march at the same pace. He and his sister watched for a long time, and finally the girl gave
A scoffing conclusion is that this is just a trick to look good.
However, the boy didn't think so, because he found that after such training, the actions of the farmers became easier to command, and they seemed to be able to easily and reflexively execute orders, if it was in a battle.
Here, such soldiers are obviously much stronger than ordinary peasant soldiers.
However, this is the only thing he can understand...
For those formal soldiers with armor, their main training is completely incomprehensible - apart from running up and down the city wall, their main job is to chop firewood and deal with a tree in front of them fully armed.
Miscellaneous wood piles are cut horizontally into five sections, and then stood upright and cut into four sections.
No matter how you look at it, this is just ordinary labor, and the wood was sent to several nearby bakeries as firewood. Now the wonderful aroma of baking bread has begun to gradually radiate out along with the smoke.
Or is it to familiarize them with the feel of the knife?
"Okay. Ryan...well, I don't know your name yet."
Edward smiled and sat down on a chair next to the square. Burgundy's urban planning was basically based on certain communities he remembered, with benches, exercise facilities, etc. all available.
, although they are all made of the simplest logs.
"I'm Frant Lieutenant Lane." The little guy took a deep breath and finally said his name completely. It was barely embarrassing.
"Okay, little guy, are you interested in these trainings?" Edward nodded.
"This...yes." Fulan hesitated for a moment, but his intuition told the young man that it was best to tell the truth in front of this person.
"Then, give it a try and you should understand." Edward waved not far away, and a mercenary quickly followed the instructions in the language of his mind and brought a big knife and a wooden stake.
This kind of broadsword is extremely simple. It is actually a piece of curved steel plate, cut out with a stamping machine. It has a foot-long handle underneath, a thick back and a thin blade. There is a long and narrow hole on the top, and a large metal ring hangs on it.
As you wave it, it will make a jingling noise, slightly
It's a little heavy, but it's easy for these farmers and blacksmiths to adapt to it. After two or three days of training, these guys are now quite good at slashing. The clanking sound of the lead ring is mixed with the whistling wind of the knife.
It's quite majestic.
However, for little Fulan, this thing was a bit troublesome to use. After using it three times, he managed to split a wooden stake, but his face was already flushed red from the sudden force.
"Do you understand?"
"Absolutely..." He responded breathlessly, but the little guy shook his head.
Naturally, he couldn't understand that the action of chopping firewood was the best way to exercise the largest source of strength in the human body, the back oblique muscles and the deltoid muscle cluster. It could train the best way to exert force in a short period of time, although these figures in the urban management team did not know how to do it.
Therefore, no matter how you master the swordsmanship, but with the help of comprehensive armor defense, as long as you rush forward and strike the opponent with a knife, ordinary peasant soldiers will probably have to get a big wound from the shoulder strap, let alone the combat effectiveness.
"Um... Sir Edward, please forgive me for being rude. Although your subordinates are indeed well-trained, aren't they still a little smaller in number?" He waved the blade in his hand again, and reluctantly gave away the heavy weapon.
Back in the hands of the mercenary, and after the latter left, the young noble suddenly asked Edward: "This... I mean, are you training the team to prepare for war? Are you... preparing to resist Bray?
Attack of the Hawks?"
Edward was stunned.
The total number of city management personnel currently recruited is only about 500...it was originally supposed to be more, but after Edward made some considerations, it was reduced a lot. After careful selection, most of the remaining people are strong young men.
and middle-aged men, although from the outside, they are all honest-looking farmers or
The craftsmen, like the knives in their hands and the armor on their bodies, have a dark appearance and are not very conspicuous. However, if someone underestimates the combat effectiveness of this group of peasant soldiers, then the psychics may be very happy...those
The blade made of fine gold will definitely surprise their opponents.
But what the little guy said is not wrong. There are too few of these people.
Five hundred men were obviously not enough to defend the city wall. After all, when he first built the outer wall of the Burgundy city, Edward wanted it to be big enough. Each of the four sides of the city wall could be put on at least a thousand soldiers for defense.
It is not impossible to double the number, so unless a quarter of the people in the city serve as sergeants, it is almost impossible to completely defend it.
"Well, although this is a bit presumptuous, if you plan to make an enemy of the Blackhawk family, then just looking at these elites may not be enough." The boy looked at him carefully and suggested tentatively.
When the mood calmed down, the little guy's face clearly showed more curiosity than fear about Edward.
"So, Mr. Lane, do you know what they want to do?"
"Yes, after occupying Swan Castle, the only way the Blackhawk family can move forward is in this direction. Although everyone thinks that the Blackhawks are very powerful, in fact their situation is not
So beautiful. You know, Hulunkel Mountain, Hulun River and Beit Lake are all
It is a natural barrier, so although the territory of the Blackwood family and Earl Qiqilun is not as strong as Blackhawk, it is enough to lock it in the Field of Ophiopogon and cannot leave without permission." When talking about this topic, the boy seemed to suddenly
I have a little more courage, speak clearly, and have a detailed understanding of my surroundings:
"So they can only try their best to open up the remaining two exits. It's just the one to the west, leading to Crurod. Blackhawk has no interest in it at all. The remaining side crosses the Lane family territory and goes directly to Three Rivers.
The plain is under the direct control of the royal family. And this is the most attractive place for any lord. Now that Swan Castle has fallen, your territory is the last stake on their way forward."
This little guy, who had always been timid, was talking freely and calmly, which made Edward a little funny, but he didn't intend to interrupt, he just nodded and encouraged the other person to continue talking.
"Actually, if it were you, you could summon all the farmers to join the defense at this time. It doesn't have to be able to repel them, but as long as it can effectively delay time... You should have a few mages as companions, right?
, that would be very easy. As for you yourself, be prepared and you can go back to Romandy at any time to bring in some reinforcements... As long as they can't attack it at the first time.
If you leave this city, then there is nothing to be afraid of... Thousands of troops stopped for a day, and the food consumed by people eating horse chews is enough to give that guy a headache for a while, not to mention if he can't fight quickly
, they may have to face a counterattack from the entire country in the next moment. The crusade against him from all parties is enough to give His Majesty the King the best excuse to launch a punishment against him."
The family was occupied and turned into a bereaved dog. Naturally, the little guy never forgets how to deal with powerful enemies. Although he has not yet thought of effective means of revenge, he has obviously done enough things to regret, so he expressed his thoughts in one breath.
After finishing, the little guy's face showed a bit of pride, but then he noticed the psychic's half-smiling gaze, and his momentum disappeared without a trace.
"Um... Viscount Edward, please be careful, Blackhawk is very cunning and shameless." The little guy said, and then couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "They will use many despicable methods, otherwise they would not be able to occupy
You have to be especially careful about the people around you."
"The Lane family's Swan Castle is the strongest in the entire south... No, that, although it may not be as strong as your city, is at least a very strong fortress. If they dare to attack Swan Castle head-on, we can defend it for at least three days! But!
That guy Blackhawk... secretly used money to bribe the leader of our city guard and family members. Then he used a night attack to capture the Neuschwanstein Castle! This is simply, this is simply shameless.
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"Oh, then, do you think a head-on decisive battle is the right thing to do?" The little guy's impassioned expression made Edward's lips curl up involuntarily.
"Of course! A true knight should at least compete head-on with their opponents on the battlefield and win gloriously with their own strength!" The little guy had a righteous look on his face, but he soon realized what the other party meant.
He didn't agree: "Do you think that this kind of despicable thing is... correct?" He lowered his voice and asked tentatively.
"Well, this is a question..." The psychic shook his head, not wanting to hit this little guy who was obviously deeply poisoned by the knight's story: "Then let me ask you, if a lord pities the life of his knight, how can he use a rare lord?
The tax burden and food of the people, is this kind of behavior noble or despicable?"
"Of course it is noble. However, it should also be said that this is a quality that a lord should have. Since the knights and the people trust him and entrust their lives and taxes to him, then he has the obligation to effectively treat the people.
The way to use these resources...especially the knight's loyalty, that is..."
"Well, since you agree with this, what's wrong with Blackhawk's approach?" Edward said: "You can kill the enemy with a little money, not only waste the precious life of the knight, but also save the cost of mobilizing the army.
Cost, isn’t this a very noble thing?”
"But...how can it be considered a just act to bribe traitors and launch a raid? Even if, even if he is right, but..." the little guy retorted hastily, but halfway through the words, he couldn't help being speechless. He was in his early tenth year.
After all, the child's understanding of the world is too shallow. He is unable to refute an unscrupulous middle-aged soul.
"Correctness is a vague concept. In fact, every aspect has its own considerations. As long as you change the perspective of observation and thinking, rightness and wrongness are likely to be reversed... So the first condition of justice is not correctness. It is.
Being strong and possessing strong power can ensure the feasibility of justice... You know there is a saying that justice must win, that is to say, those who win are justice, and those who fail are nothing."
"this……"
The overly shocked face of the other party made Edward shake his head, but now, he had no interest in discussing these abyssal issues with the brat. As his thoughts turned, he suddenly asked the young master, who was frowning.
"Let me ask you, you just said that after Swan Castle is my city, so how far is Swan Castle from here? What is the situation inside?" he asked.
"Well... Swan Castle is about less than two hundred miles away from here... Last year's statistics of citizens in the city were 37,433, and there were 1,000 regular city defense soldiers. However,
That was before the fall, and now I don't know how many people Blackhawk sent..."
"I'm not asking you this, I'm talking about how much grain reserves, property... Forget the property, it's mainly grain. Is it possible for these things to be transported out? If they are shipped out, they will be sent directly back to Bu
Lehok’s territory, or somewhere else?”
"Well...if Blackhawk plans to use Swan Castle as a transit, then the food should not be transported away, right?" The young master's eyes were dazed, and he obviously couldn't follow this guy's thinking: "Well, the food stock in the city is about
It’s about 100,000 bushels, in addition to meat..."
"That's enough." Edward clapped his hands, pulled out a stack of maps, rummaged through it, and pulled out one: "Here is a simplified map of the surroundings of Swan Castle. Although the city is a bit small, the route to get to Swan Castle is
, and the location of the food storage point, you should be able to point it out, right?"
In this plane, due to the constraints of Warcraft and various harsh natural environments, the number of intelligent creatures is far from reaching the level of explosion, except for some as the capital of the country, and Tuminis, a monster country with abundant magicians.
A few lords live in the city, and the population of other ordinary cities does not exceed one hundred thousand at most. But even so, the amount of food hoarded by the lords is still huge.
The simplest method is naturally to commit a robbery. In this way, the problem can be solved easily.
It just looks like it's not that easy.
"This, I'm sorry, Sir Edward, I...can't point it out. This, I can't understand..." The little guy spent half an hourglass mark on the map, but in the end he could only raise his head with a grimace.
: "But if it's my sister, maybe..."
It's not that there's anything wrong with the map. The map Edward used was obtained from the database of the Mage Academy. Although in his eyes, the map was very rough. It only mapped some mountainous terrain and city locations, let alone wait.
It's high-definition, and there's not even an elevation. But in this world, a map with this kind of precision can be regarded as an important and highly classified secret, and it's worth thousands of dollars on the black market.
But after all, in this era, few ordinary people have the means to comprehensively understand their surroundings. Except for the omnipotent mages, the rest of the people usually only understand the surrounding area through memory - usually no more than fifty miles away.
the radius of.
"Well, there is no other way, so I can only make you have a hard time."
"What? Hard work...you mean, um, are you kidding? You...are you going to Swan Castle?"
The heir of the Lane family was stunned for a moment, but then he was convinced that he had heard correctly. The terrible guess suddenly made him tremble all over. He stared at the other person's face with his mouth open, trying to find a trace of the other party that he had understood wrongly.
His intention, but the man in black robe had grabbed his hand without any explanation, and then the world started to spin...