It only took a short time for the nobles to reach an agreement amidst the faint sound of logging by the enemy in the distance - to retreat overnight!
At this time, there is no time to delay or take chances. If we wait until the enemy builds a tower truck or reinforcements arrive, it will be too late.
There was no doubt about the retreat route.
After all, the person who is most familiar with the route here is Baron Brian. No matter from any aspect, entering the mountainous area is indeed the best choice to escape the enemy's pursuit during an escape.
Only on issues concerning the common people did the nobles have disputes.
Hugo and Baron Brian insisted on leading the civilians to retreat together, while the Holy Knights and the people of the Viscounty of Wenger believed that it was impossible and unreasonable for women to protect one or two thousand civilians with the current strength.
At most, they agreed to let the civilians run behind them when they broke through the encirclement. But once they broke through the encirclement, they had to hurry up and leave.
As for what will happen to the common people, it depends on their own luck. As a noble noble, being able to do this is already the utmost kindness to those untouchables!
After a fierce and almost falling-out argument, the Holy See and the people from the Viscounty of Wenger acquiesced to the plan of taking the civilians with them with stern expressions. The price Hugo and Baron Brian paid for this was that they would lead part of the cavalry.
, when breaking through, launch an attack on the enemy's camp to attract the strength of the Feili people and ensure the breakthrough of the troops behind them.
As the tasks continued, the castle quickly became busy. People with panic-looking faces came out of the rooms and gathered in the corridors and open spaces. They lined up in rows following the soldiers holding spears and formed teams.
The red magic moon watched everything in the castle coldly from the horizon. The torches were burning, and the saddled horses shook their heads and snorted, and from time to time they scratched their hooves and neighed. The chaotic crowd was under the swaying torches.
Running back and forth in silence and panic, the soldiers lined up with serious expressions and waited for orders.
When Roy walked down the guard tower and came to the front yard of the castle, the front yard was already crowded with people.
"Roy! Come here!"
Hugo couldn't help but took Roy's arm and dragged him to the city wall.
At the edge of the city wall, the royal knights who were making preparations greeted Roy one after another. Punk led two non-commissioned officers and led a gray Andalusian horse over.
"For you!" Punk smiled at Roy and put the horse's reins into Roy's hands.
Seeing the sincere smiles of the knights, Roy felt warm and took the reins.
The Andalusian horse has always been known for its docility and bravery, and its extremely excellent soaring ability. It has an elegant and fast pace and is often used in fancy equestrian performances and dressage. It is also one of the most trustworthy excellent war horse breeds.
The horse in front of Roy had a long dark gray mane, slender limbs, and was tall and majestic. He held it quietly and submissively, and he could tell at a glance that it was a well-trained horse. A horse of this level, let alone
It is impossible for a little handyman like Roy to have one, not even Buck, the first knight of Borabel.
Roy put his hand on the horse's face, stroked it twice, and then said a few words in its ear.
Something surprising happened to the knights. The gray horse that saw Roy for the first time snorted, shook his head, and put his face close to Roy's face, rubbing their ears and temples together like old friends for many years.
Punk was speechless: "Big Head, what did you say to it?"
"Barbarian horse language," Roy smiled slightly and gently scratched a certain part of the horse's neck twice with his hand, "I'm making friends with it."
Being scratched by Roy's hand, the gray horse suddenly neighed loudly and looked happy.
"What's its name?" Roy asked.
"Palu, my former backup horse." Hugo stepped forward with a smile and interjected. He pointed at the things on Palu's back and said, "These are for you too!"
Roy turned around and saw Hugo taking a lance hanging from the hook from Palu's back, a beautiful royal knight's standard one-handed sword, and wrapped bacon and
Bread and food package, a large sheepskin bag of water, a small tin pot of rum, two quivers full of arrows, and even two leather straps in front of the saddle.
"This thing is for this guy." Hugo pointed to Oliver who was squatting at his feet, told Roy the function of the belt, and then handed him the lance and one-handed sword in his hand.
"Will it work?"
"Yes!" Roy took the shining rifle.
The lance feels heavy when you hold it. The slender barrel and sharp tip give people an invincible aura of galloping forward and holding the gun.
Although he can't practice fighting spirit, Roy can acquire a lot of combat skills. In addition to the combat skills of the Borabel knights that he secretly learned on weekdays, he also didn't miss the shooting techniques of Hugo and the others today.
Of course, becoming a knight requires cultivating fighting spirit, but to be a non-commissioned officer, whether you have fighting spirit is not absolute. As long as you have a war horse and a lance, you will have a strong impact. With a bow and arrow, whizzing around, your combat power and survivability will be more than enough.
Ten times more powerful!
"After a while, I will lead the team to attack the enemy's camp, and you and Punk will escort the team." Hugo patted Roy on the shoulder, his tone already treating him as a member of the Royal Knights.
After saying that, without waiting for Roy to speak, Hugo greeted several non-commissioned officers and turned around to leave.
At this moment, he was wearing black magic-patterned armor with a hooded chainmail underneath. He looked much burlier. When he turned around and walked away, he held the visored helmet in one hand and pointed to the front and next to him with the other hand.
The sergeants were saying something, and the broad scabbard of the one-handed sword slapped against the greaves, making a snapping sound.
Roy stared at Hugo's back and tightened his grip on the rifle.
Everyone knows that if you attack an enemy camp, you will almost die. But Hugo never shied away from it from beginning to end.
Although his identity is not as noble as those noble knights from well-known families, his martial arts skills are only average in the world of knights, and his etiquette, speech and behavior are far behind those people. But this heroic spirit makes him look like a knight.
Far taller than those Holy See knights. More like a real knight!
In the castle, everyone was busy preparing. The whole scene looked chaotic and tense.
Roy led the horse and walked past the cattle pen. As he walked, he looked at the people who were gathering as the soldiers holding torches shouted.
"A little confused."
As he passed the end of a civilian queue, Roy's arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
When I looked back, I saw it was Aunt Mary.
"Why are we leaving?" Fat Aunt Mary was as panicked as a child, with tears streaming down her face. "Didn't you just repel the enemy? Didn't you say someone would come to save us? There are enemies everywhere outside.
, we people with old arms and legs, where can we escape?"
As she said that, Aunt Mary wiped her eyes with a handkerchief: "Holy Emperor, we have been doing our duty honestly in our lives and have never done anything harmful to nature. How come we have suffered such a crime? We were born here since we were young.
, I have lived for more than fifty years, and if I were to leave, it would be better for me to die here!"
"Aunt Mary..." Roy called out. He wanted to say something comforting but didn't know where to start. He felt uncomfortable. He looked up and saw familiar faces staring at him under the swaying torch.
Round-faced Sergeant Hans, old Maxim with a goatee and his thin niece, as well as Sister-in-law Xiao Rou, Sister Xiao Lan and other neighbors who always rub their heads.
Everyone was silent and lifeless, like a group of living zombies preparing to walk into the grave.
In just one day, the war changed the fate of everyone here. The familiar life, familiar city, familiar people and things have disappeared. From today on, they will have to live in the open and leave their hometowns, and they don’t know where they will wander in the future.
Where.
"Mary, okay. Stop holding on to Little Daze."
Old Maxim gently paused the crutch in his hand, pulled away the whimpering Aunt Mary, looked at Roy up and down, and gave him a fist in the chest.
"Little guy, I really don't know that you have such an ability."
Old Maxim raised his goatee angrily, trying his best to sound cheerful, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him.
"Work hard. If you become a knight one day, we will find you! But before that, you have to find a way to survive. Don't follow those knight masters to death. You have a small body and have never learned fighting spirit. You can't
Show off your strength."
While he was talking, Sergeant Hans also walked up and slapped Roy on the back of the head.
"I agree with what old man Maxim said. You kid, don't think that if you are lucky and have accomplished meritorious deeds, you won't take your enemies seriously. You have no skills as a three-legged cat. If you fight against the knights, you are courting death."
As he spoke, the round-faced police officer lowered his voice, glanced at the side and said, "Be careful with Buck and Andrew, those two guys always look at you with ill intentions!"
Roy followed Hans' gaze and saw that Buck and Andrew, who were arranging their horses beside the main tower entrance hall, were whispering something and glancing towards him from time to time.
Especially Andrew's eyes were full of spite.
Beside him, the blacksmith father, Tom, and Sister-in-law Xiaorou, who was holding the child, and Sister Xiaolan also gathered around.
"Roy, be careful." The gentle and kind-hearted Sister-in-law stroked Roy's hair lovingly and touched him with her cheek.
Sister Xiaolan, who has always been fierce and voluptuous, hugged Roy directly.
"Little pervert, I'll give you a hug again. Who knows when I'll let you take advantage next time. Little bastard, you look like you're not a good person. I've been deceived by you before!"
Looking at the familiar faces, Roy felt his nose was sore and he was so full that he couldn't say anything.
Just as Sister Xiaolan said, once the city gate is opened and everyone rushes out and walks into the chaotic world where war is spreading, they may never see each other again in this life.
"Man!" Roy's shoulders were held by Tom. The freckled boy held a one-handed sword in his hand and gritted his teeth, "We have agreed that if we die, we must also kill a few weak Phillies!"
Roy clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Okay!"
"Prepare!"
Hugo's loud voice came.
Roy turned his head suddenly.
At this moment, the sky was already dim and bright. Hundreds of cavalry, led by Hugo and Baron Brian, gathered at the gate of the castle. There was a forest of lances and flags fluttering. Each of the splendid horses was covered with horse decorations.
Many of them even put on vests. The knights in front of the team, following Hugo's voice, skills and fighting spirit, haloes of light rotated, which was dazzling.
In the open space of the castle behind the knights, there was a dense crowd. No matter whether it was the nobles on horseback or ordinary civilians, there was no sound. Only the torches in the hands of the soldiers were burning, and occasionally there was the snort of the war horses.
Aunt Mary and others have returned to the team at the request of the soldiers.
Roy got on his horse and turned to look.
The familiar castle tower, in this gray dawn, is silent and heavy. Like a giant, looking down on the earth and the common people.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
The city gate opened and the suspension bridge slammed to the ground.
"kill!"
With the roar of countless Saint Solan soldiers, chaos outside the city is coming!