"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up." The soldier waved his whip and scolded, "Otherwise, I will throw a guy like you to feed it!"
What was urged were some pale-faced women, who shuddered as they pushed their carts and piled a large number of cattle and sheep onto the municipal square in Hrid City. The battle was over, and after the black dragon destroyed the city walls and half of the city of Herid, the dragon trainer took control and quelled its anger.
For now, the end of the battle rests on the Plaza Mayor, which occupies more than half of the square when it crawls. Along with the black dragon's breath, occasionally a large group of dragon flames would still fly out, burning the houses not far away.
Thick smoke still filled the sky, and the smell of burning flesh filled the nose.
It all felt like a nightmare that caught people off guard.
Before the women of Hereid could weep for their dead husband and son, they had to face the Plitani army who entered the city arrogantly. The Count of Plitany took over the city, and he did not restrain the thoughts of his soldiers, so the heavily armed soldiers kicked the doors from house to house, rummaged through the boxes, and carried out a looting.
It was a disaster for the people of Hrid City.
They didn't even have time to escape, the rebels had already blocked the city of Hrid, and the black dragon flew into the sky from time to time to stare at them. People don't care about sadness, and they start living in the shadow of fear.
While the city of Hrid was providing food for the black dragon, the chief of the trial bureau and the Count of Plitani boarded the pier of Swan Harbor.
The Count of Plitany is full of style in front of the common people, and bows before the director of the trial bureau. He can't wait to be the director's personal servant.
He diligently introduced the history of Swan Harbor to the director standing in the sea breeze.
On the surface, the Count of Plitani was the commander-in-chief of the army who attacked the king, but the command of the battle was not in his hands from the very beginning. Which family to win over, which family to deliver threats to, and which city to attack first are all decided by the head of the trial bureau, including the time for the war to begin.
As soon as the chief of the trial bureau waved his hand, the earl immediately fell silent. The gulls flew in the sea breeze, and the director of the trial bureau looked at the sea level, as if slightly relieved: "They are here."
In the distance, the sails appeared in the field of vision, and a fleet came downwind. Arriving at the pier quickly, the pedals were lowered, and a well-dressed businessman and a tall and burly mercenary walked down from the ship. Seeing the chief judge waiting at the dock, the businessman hurried forward and bowed humbly.
Although he tried his best to appear decent, when he opened his mouth, the peculiar accent of Hopeless Inner Sea betrayed his roots.
The Count of Plitany looked coldly at the way that the chief judge treated the businessman more than himself, with a trace of embarrassment uncontrollably on his face.
A damn military contractor.
He cursed inwardly.
—Damn mercenaries.
The Count would soon have to fill in the second half of the sentence in his heart.
As the fleet sailed into the harbor, he finally understood why the head of the trial bureau chose Swan Harbor as the first attack target. A large number of well-armored soldiers descended from those ships, and the Holy See hired a group of Balinleans from the hopeless inland sea as the vanguard of the attack on Legrand.
Bahrainis is a collective term.
It actually refers to a group of mercenaries active in the small countries of the abyss and the hopeless inland sea area. There are often wars between the abyss countries and the small countries in the hopeless inland sea for resources, but it is difficult for small countries and city-states to support large armies like Blacy and Legrand, so the mercenary industry thrives in these places .
But compared with the heavy cavalry of Gulendi, the strength of the mercenaries of the Balin column is notorious.
"Bahrain column" means "thugs, greedy wolves" in the old hopeless language, and most of the mercenaries in the Bahrain columns are fugitives from various countries.
This mercenary team is powerful, but its methods are bloody. The Gulendian heavy cavalry is the representative of the mercenaries in the classical era. The relationship between the leader and the soldier is the relationship between the clan and the partner, while the Balin column mercenary is a new "military contract system", which is mercenary by an excellent businessman. The soldier and the client act as a pimp. The businessman is called the "contractor", and the only relationship between the military contractor and the soldier is the boss and the employee.
The Balin column mercenaries were soon stationed in the city of Hrid.
Obviously, they are the protagonists of the next war.
But none of this is good news for the nearby Manor City.
…
The chief of the trial bureau and the dragon trainer are divided.
The chief judge led the Balerin mercenaries to become the vanguard, and along the tributaries of the Doma River, they captured small towns around important military castles along the way, isolated the military castle and cut off its connection with the outside world. The dragon trainer who arrived later drove the black dragon to open the gate of the castle.
Town after town fell into the flames almost before they could react.
The order of the army in this era is already worrying, and the Bahrain mercenary has nothing to do with the word "order". They recklessly looted every estate they passed in order to obtain supplies.
Hundreds of refugees began to flee, pouring in despair into nearby cities that had not yet been attacked.
Puttonshire, not far from the territory of Plitany, is a place where refugees take refuge.
With the influx of a large number of refugees every day, the North and South Streets of Puton Castle are crowded with refugees with their families. They carried their lifelong possessions and tied their children to their bodies... There is no more sad scene than this, with mourning everywhere and mourning everywhere.
An emergency meeting was held in the Rose Palace.
The battle report was quickly delivered to the king, and the atmosphere in the palace was unprecedentedly tense.
"They cut off the lines of communication, and it was very difficult for our troops to get there quickly."
General Sheehan frowned and discussed with the king.
When the news of the rebellion came out, the Qiangwei Iron Cavalry was recruited for the first time. At this time, General John was leading it on the way to the central battlefield.
Additional armies are currently being raised.
In fact, General John was already preparing for war when the King ordered the Volway Pirates to raid the Low Countries.
However, at the beginning of this year, in order to pacify the war in the north, Legrand had already conducted a conscription. According to the regulations on conscription, the knights only need to provide forty days of military service to the king every year. Once this period is exceeded, if the king wants to conscript again, he must be approved by the parliament.
Obtaining the permission of the parliament is not an easy task, so the preparation for the war during this time is more about preparing forage and materials in advance.
"Theold made a good move."
The king looked through these urgently delivered battle reports with a blank expression.
"Our opponent is not an idiot like Archduke Grace."
The king and the pope can be said to have done similar things at the same time.
Legrand and the Holy Court were actually faced with the same situation. They all want to prepare their own army as soon as possible to seize the opportunity of the decisive battle. But on the other hand, both Legrand and the Holy Court are like a heavy chariot. If you want to make this chariot move, it is destined to spend a lot of time and energy.
There is no way to instantly drive your own chariot, then delay the time for the other party to let the wheels roll.
So the king sent warships to raid the harbors of the Holy See allies in the Low Countries, and the Pope planned the current upheaval in Legrand.
One thing that must be admitted -
Compared to state-owned armies, mercenaries naturally possess enviable mobility. Therefore, when the king had to make concessions in dealing with the nobles of the parliament, the mercenaries of the Balin Column had already begun to burn, kill, and loot, and did all kinds of evil.
However, Legrand had no way to hire a large number of mercenaries.
They don't have the deep pockets of the Holy Court.
"Their next target is Putton County."
The king is one point on the map.
"If Puton County is captured by them, then our line of communication with the southeast will be completely cut off." General Sheehan was worried, "I will immediately change the route of the rose cavalry and go to support Puton."
"It's too late," said the king, "Rose Cavalry is only going to Woodshire now, and further on is the territory of the Plitani family. If you want to support the Plittonshire, you must first go to war with the Plitani family. And when you get there By then, Puton County would have fallen."
General Sheehan frowned.
The king dropped the battle report: "Go and deal with our gentlemen first."
"What about Puttonshire?"
General Sheehan asked subconsciously.
"Someone will go."
The king answered.
His voice was inexplicably chilling.
General Sheehan suddenly realized one thing—
Faced with this rebellion, the king's response was exceptionally calm. As if he had been waiting for this rebellion, and planned to use this war to accomplish something else.
As soon as this idea floated up, some things suddenly had a new interpretation.
Why even the royalist nobles in "Rise of the Roses" are strangely silent, why did the king specially transfer him back to the palace, and the rose cavalry led by General John instead, why did the meeting reach a deadlock in such an emergency situation … There is nothing that can bring the whole country to stand on a unified front than the nakedness of Legrand's life and death directly before the world.
Thinking of the refugees and casualties described in the battle report, General Sheehan stood blankly in the king's study, as if it were winter.
"Is that so? Is it really so?"
He asked subconsciously, his voice dry.
"Is that what you mean?"
"I am the king, order me to come down."
The king said lightly, he put on his robe, did not explain anything, and walked directly to the hall where the parliament was held.
The Director of Internal Affairs looked at General Sheehan who was standing still, and sighed in his heart. He was vaguely in a trance, remembering that he was watching a child grow up.
In the end the child became a king.
He is the king, and he does what the knight doesn't want to do. What a politician can't do, he does. Hell he goes, sin he backs. In order to achieve the ultimate victory, he will do whatever it takes to become a person of infamy.
This is the monarch.
…
Putton City.
Earl Grey, clad in armor, stood solemnly on the wall with his two sons. Dale looked at the sky nervously. There were many people like him, and everyone subconsciously feared that the dragon would appear in the sky.
However, according to the news from the scouts, the Dragon Trainer has not left since arriving in Newt County two days ago, as if he was looking for something there.
But things didn't actually get much better.
With the strength of Puton City, it is still a difficult task to face the army of Count Plitani and the mercenaries of Balin. They only hope that they can hold out until reinforcements arrive - although this hope is very slim.
Tall trebuchets were pushed into the battlefield.
The moment he saw the trebuchet, Earl Grey was subconsciously relieved, which meant that the news from the scouts was correct. The Dragon Trainer and the Black Dragon are indeed stranded in Newtshire.
This is good news, Earl Grey began to command the soldiers to stick to the city wall, no matter how provocative the mercenaries of Balin Column were, they could not hold on.
The iron arrow pressed on the bowstring, and the soldiers skillfully pushed back the waves of enemies that came up.
The battle went smoothly, or rather, too smoothly.
Count Grey frowned and observed the entire battlefield. The Balin column mercenaries had been shrinking behind Count Plitani's army from the beginning of the battle, and did not really join the battlefield. Right now it's more like a... a feint! Did they deliberately spread fake news? The dragon trainer has actually arrived near Puton City? !
Earl Grey's heart sank immediately.
At this time there was a commotion on the wall.
"what happened?"
Earl Grey shouted immediately.
What answered him was an iron arrow shot from behind.
clang-
Earl Grey's son Xin Li was quick-witted and swung his shield to block the sharp arrow for his father. More sharp arrows shot from behind them, and the guards who were caught off guard were nailed to the city wall.
"There are spies! Father! There are spies!" The eldest son, Dale, reacted the fastest, waving his sword and roaring.
A steady stream of feathered arrows flew down from the towers that were supposed to protect them, and mercenaries continued to climb the city wall from inside the city. They drew machetes from their tattered jackets and mercilessly slashed and killed the defenders who blocked their way.
"Stop them! Don't let them lower the drawbridge!"
Earl Grey immediately understood when he saw their clothes.
The dragon trainer was indeed not nearby, but the Balin column mercenaries had mixed into the refugee ranks, lurking in the city of Pudun, and just waiting for the battle to start, they should cooperate with each other.
The city walls were narrow and the battlefield was chaotic. Xinri and Dale tried their best to protect their father and retreat in the direction of the drawbridge. However, among the Balin mercenaries, there were a few short and nimble ones who ran as swiftly as the monkeys on the city head.
Click.
The noose controlling the suspension bridge was cut, and the suspension bridge fell with a bang.
The enemy came up like a tide.
At the back of the battlefield, the leader of the mercenary of the Balin column showed a proud smile. He turned his head to say something to the chief of the trial bureau, and the Count of Plitani suddenly exclaimed: "Who is that?"
The head of the Judgment Bureau, who had been calmly observing the battlefield, was suddenly surprised and hurriedly followed the direction pointed by the earl.
Smoke rises low on the horizon, and an army emerges like a shadow from the smoke.