Chapter 530: The Dilemma of the Military Conference
Five kilometers outside Richard's Castle, there was a large tent in the middle of the Chivalry Army. Lawn and others immediately returned to the camp and met Duke Fourcade of Montfort and Duke of Gisoleaux, who had mobilized troops to help.
Hagen, both of these dukes came with an army to assist Raun in his attack on Moses.
Long, just because the spring plowing is approaching, and both Montfort and Gisoleaux were affected by the undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler's attack on Britannia, the two principalities only sent one soldier each.
An army of a thousand people, of course they all said that this is the elite of our principality.
The Duke of Montfort, Fourcade, seems to be in better spirits. The Axbite Pass was reopened last year. Although the tax revenue has dropped a lot compared to before Helmgart was destroyed, some income has finally been restored.
Hagen, Duke of Gisoleaux, also brought a lot of food. Hagen was very anxious after Kemmler severely damaged the duchy's production. Fortunately, Ryan and Belegar extended a helping hand in time, and with the help of the dwarves, they contacted the trading post.
During the construction, the principality's economy also began to slowly recover.
They brought a large amount of grain imported from the empire, which greatly alleviated Laun's food shortage.
Everyone immediately took their seats. As the Holy Grail Knight + Duke + Kingdom Regent + Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Raun Leo Cornwall had the highest status, followed by the Holy Grail Knight + Duke Hagen with the title of Duke, followed by Duke Fourcade and Alder
Duke Reard, Calard sat in the fifth position.
Everyone began to discuss matters.
"We have now surrounded Richard's Castle." As Lawn's appointed lieutenant, De Leones, a strong and brave Holy Grail Knight, introduced the military situation to everyone: "Richard's Castle was built in Bu
Two hundred years after the founding of Retania, it was an important stronghold in the north of Mousilon. This place was ruled by the vampire Baron Drak. The castle was very tightly guarded. We did not have enough trebuchets and could only cause limited casualties to the city wall."
"The best God's Blessing trebuchet is installed in Kurona. It is impossible for us to dismantle the God's Blessing trebuchet there and send it. Even if we order it now, it will take several days to dismantle the trebuchet." Lawn was sitting there.
On Mazar, he understood the problem: "We should wait until the Pyrotechnics Academy mercenary group arrives before launching an attack, otherwise we lack heavy siege weapons and elite troops. Sir Hagen, Sir Fourcade, I
I thought you would lead more reinforcements..."
"Spring plowing is about to begin, Lyon Cole." Duke Hagen immediately shook his head: "My regent, Count Jean-Harun, told me that he can only send so many people."
"Me too." Forcade also echoed: "We didn't expect you to be in a hurry to send troops. We need manpower for spring plowing, and we can't recruit so many serf infantry."
"How many reinforcements are coming from the south of Lyonnaise?" Lawn then asked Aldreeld.
"No one came." Aldreeld was a little uneasy. He was too young. Duke Lyonnais has not yet reached thirty years old this year. He didn't know how to deal with these bad situations. He kept repeating them over and over again.
I wrote letters everywhere asking the former Mousilon nobles in the south of Lyonnaise to send troops, but very few nobles responded. The reason they gave was very simple. If the rebellion in the north was not resolved, they would not be able to send troops to Mousilon.
In today's Lyonnais, any sane person knows how to hide behind the city wall. The nobles in the south of Lyonnaise also suffered heavy losses in previous wars. All the major families refused to send troops, and their troops must be used to maintain public order.
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Raun listened to the complaints of several dukes, and he set his sights on the military flag inside the Chinese army tent. The great deeds of his ancestors up to the present were written on the military flag, and behind him, the statue of the fairy in the lake was shining.
Glow.
On the surface they listen to my orders, but in fact they only think about themselves, my lady, what should I do?
Lawn uttered a silent prayer deep in his heart.
No one answered, and he could feel that his sacred mistress was watching his performance, but she was unwilling to give him guidance.
Yes, this is a fair duel. My opponent is Ryan Macado. The lady is fair. She will not give me guidance. She will only watch our performance. Laun gradually gained a new understanding in his heart.
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"Speaking of the number of troops, everyone, we must face up to the issue of the combat effectiveness of our army." Lawn continued: "If we look at the current situation, there are three thousand people from the three northern principalities, one thousand people from Montfort, and three thousand people from Jilin."
The one thousand men from Solaiox, this is all our combat power, and the empire’s five thousand men will soon arrive. My suggestion is that we should not take the initiative to attack before the empire’s allies arrive.”
"It's right not to take the initiative to attack!" Fourcade asked strangely: "Leon Cole, what are you doing with so many refugees? They are not strong enough to even work as coolies and transporters!"
"That's right, these refugees must eat a lot of food every day!" Duke Hagen also said.
"I can't do it without taking them with me!" When talking about this problem, Lawn also felt very helpless: "If I don't take them with me, they may riot at any time! And our supply point is located in Lyonnais, as long as we leave
, I am certain that these refugees will attack warehouses and castles to seize food as soon as possible! So we must take them with us, otherwise the army will most likely face logistical problems once it enters Mousilon. When we face Mousilon,
It’s tantamount to committing suicide when you fight Long’s poisonous snake!”
Lao En's analysis is obviously very reasonable. When a large army is on the battlefield, what they fear most is the fighting on the front line and logistical problems. After listening to Lao En's explanation, everyone in the big tent nodded in agreement.
"Then the question now is, do we need to train these serfs so that they can master some basic combat skills, such as spear thrusting?" Duke Hagen then asked. The Holy Grail Knight didn't quite understand. In his opinion, since
These serfs are useless, so how about taking advantage of this time to train them properly?
Everyone in the big tent was silent. Duke Hagen was a little strange. He then asked: "Why don't you speak? I also know that these refugees are not all strong, but we can choose those who are strong and smart.
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No one said a word, whether it was Raun, Aldreeld, Fourcade or other nobles, especially the quartermaster in charge of logistics. He opened his mouth, raised his head and looked at Duke Hagen.
And lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Duke Hagen is nearly eighty years old this year. He is not only a Duke but also a legendary Holy Grail Knight with rich qualifications. Not many people dare to answer his words, especially since this Duke is very ignorant of internal affairs.
No one dared to ask his question, and no one wanted to say it.
Kalad looked left and right and saw that no one came out to answer the call. This great knight of the Holy Grail was really disappointed.
When he fought side by side with Ryan and others, the knights and nobles in the south spoke freely. Both Ryan and Francois were very strategic and thoughtful people.
After thinking for a while, Kalad spoke. He did not directly answer Duke Hagen's words, but asked the quartermaster: "Now, what is the rationing of these refugee infantry regiments in the camp?"
"They are all rare," the quartermaster replied respectfully.
"Yes, they are all rare." Kalad couldn't hold it anymore, and continued: "If we just want to stabilize them, we can barely deal with them if they are all rare, but if we want to train these refugees,
Let them master some basic combat abilities, then at least mix a dry meal with a thin meal, right?"
Everyone in the big tent became silent again.
The dry and thin things Callard mentioned do not refer to some kind of human excrement, but to food rations. The dry ones refer to black bread, and the thin ones refer to porridge mixed with a small amount of grains and wild vegetables.
Now these 17,000 refugees are living off porridge every day. It would be a joke to train them to this extent.
"But... I have seen Count Lane's serf infantry regiment fight." Duke Hagen also got into trouble with Callard. He retorted: "The serf infantry regiment trained by Count Lane is very effective. Why can't we train it?"
?The refugees have already received our mercy. If they cannot survive, we will give them
They had two meals a day! These people were still not satisfied. I saw some riots broke out in the camp. Is this the serfs' reward for our mercy? In order to keep them fed, we imported grain from the empire. These
Is this how the serfs repay our kindness? They deserve to fight for chivalry!"
"That's because you haven't understood how Ryan and Francois train soldiers!" Callard sneered, and he pointedly said to Duke Hagen: "The serf infantry regiment under Ryan, two meals a day.
It’s all dry! There’s a vegetable ration every day! There’s a meal of broth or barbecue for three days, and then there’s baked pie every Sunday!”
"If a war breaks out, these soldiers will receive one kilogram of bread, half a kilogram of vegetables and fruits, one hundred grams of meat and one hundred grams of miscellaneous meat (animal offal) every day. The military pay of twelve copper coins a week will never be paid in full.
, after going into battle and having enough to eat, the soldiers composed of these serfs naturally fought to the death and did not dare to complain, because they
We can't find any reason not to work hard! And as long as you make military exploits, you can become a free citizen!" Kalad stood up, his face turned red with anger: "Ryan will pay some military pay. This is a special situation, we won't say anything.
That’s it, but if you want to train serfs and let them go into battle but you can’t even get enough to eat, how can the serfs be willing to use their full strength?”
After finishing speaking, Kalad added angrily: "Is it all relying on the lady's divine grace to encourage the serfs to fight to the death on an empty stomach?"
"Calard, you are really a lunatic! You actually used a lady as a metaphor!" Duke Hagen also stood up. He was also so angry that his brain was in chaos: "Do you know what you are talking about? I think you are
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"Am I wrong? In Ryan's words, the war horse has to work hard, and the war horse must not eat beans and carrots. How is this possible?!" Kalad did not intend to give in at all, and the two Holy Grail knights just withstood it.
Everyone quickly tried to persuade him.
At this moment, the statue of the Fairy in the Lake behind Lao En suddenly glowed brightly. The goddess just hummed softly. Before everyone could react, the sacred light had faded away, leaving behind the sculptor's mark on the stone statue.
His calm face and elusive smile.
Led by Lao En, all the knights in the tent immediately knelt down. No one knew what the goddess meant, but it was obvious that she did not want everyone to continue arguing.
"Well, all I can say is that the Yankees are really rich." Duke Hagen was naturally a very devout believer in the Lady of the Lake. He immediately gave up the argument: "I apologize to you for my irrationality, Kalad.
Your Mightiness."
"I was impulsive, Mr. Hagen, please forgive me." Kalad had no intention of infighting before the war, and Hagen was not his opponent. If there really was a duel of honor for Kalad to knock him down, it would be easy to solve the problem.
become complicated.
But Hagen has an excellent quality. The Duke of Guisoleaux is somewhat similar to the aforementioned former Duke of Artois Zilfroy, that is, he has extremely outstanding personal bravery and army commanding ability.
But he behaves very incompetently and naively in domestic affairs.
But Duke Hagen is more self-aware than Zilfroy. He knows that his internal affairs level is really not good, so he never manages it himself. Instead, he delegates power to appoint regents and acting officials, listens to their opinions and adopts their decisions.
, Duke Hagen’s point of view is that since he doesn’t understand, let those who understand take charge. He only needs to control the appointment and dismissal of the army and personnel.
After a brief quarrel, everyone returned to the previous topic. Lawn frowned. He knew how much trouble this group of refugees could bring to the army, but he had to take them with him to avoid future troubles. When he heard
After Kalad's remarks, Raun also understood that it was impossible to train a group of serfs capable of fighting in a short period of time. He didn't have much meat here, and even if he imported a lot of food from the empire, he would finish it quickly.
He was in trouble, and there were many factors that led to Raun's predicament. Now that the southern chivalry army had captured the Spire Palace, Raun was instinctively anxious. But now, he could only calm down and order the large group
The soldiers first besieged Richard's Castle, waiting for the arrival of imperial reinforcements and building fortifications at the same time. Moreover, Raun's plan was that he would never engage in field battles or siege battles with the undead before the arrival of imperial reinforcements.
Not only Laun was in trouble, but Matheweder was also in trouble.
Mousilon's vipers had just defeated the Spire Palace, and the black knight suffered another major blow in his life. According to Mahhubard, the city gate had been broken at that time, the defenders were exhausted to the extreme, and his
The undead army is constantly preparing to enter the castle.
How do you lose when the Sky Ghost and the Terror Beast face each other?
But he just lost. Faced with Ryan's counterattack, Mathhubard lost very cleanly. When he still wanted to counterattack, Richard's Castle was besieged and Mathhubard was hit in the head. After weighing the balance,
, he had no choice but to retreat.
Because the Spire Palace has been lost, and with the encouragement of the Lake God's battle flag, he is not sure that he can retake the Spire Palace with a counterattack, and Richard's Castle is still in his hands. If Richard's Castle is lost again, then Musilon will
The gates from the south to the north will be opened, and the situation will be very unfavorable at that time.
Mathubad's mind was very clear. The lost Spire Palace was a sunk cost. He had to stop the loss as soon as possible, so the undead army immediately turned around and rushed to Richard's Castle.
Along the way, Mathhubad only felt an unknown fire in his heart. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He reflected on himself, why did he always lose in front of Ryan?
If it weren't for Ryan, he would definitely have met Marquis Sulia before. Without the encouragement of Ryan's serious injury, he would definitely win the championship at the Knights Conference and have a great chance of winning Sulia's favor.
If there was no Ryan, the Lake God Witch Morgiana would have been sacrificed to Nagash by now! If there were no Ryan, he must have seized the Staff of Nagash from the La-Messnel Monastery!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! Mahhubard felt his anger reaching the extreme. He stretched out his hands and wanted to tear everything apart. The nameless fire almost engulfed his mind.
Can I still defeat Ryan?!
Yes! It must be possible! But I need to change! Musilon's viper mind began to undergo some profound changes, and something began to erode his soul.
What he didn't know was that when his violent and violent emotions reverberated in the subspace, a certain existence in the void cast its gaze at Mahhubard.
He is the god of trickery, and his attainments in magic can be called the master of magic. He is also familiar with fate, history, and all kinds of conspiracies. He is also familiar with the changes and laws of all things in the universe. His plans span thousands of years, and he even knows every distant moment.
The ultimate fate of the stars and everyone is simply insignificant to him.
Mahhubard's endless despair, broken mentality and hope of rebirth made him feel tremendous energy and knew that his plan could begin.