In Zwolle, the city of the Principality of Geddes, the French special envoy, Baron Denier, is leading a team of troops, escorting the 450 horses and 180 sets of plate armor promised to the Frisians, and heading towards Frisia.
Before, after negotiating with the Frisian nobles, seeing them start to gather troops, Denier returned to France with peace of mind, carrying the goods that had been prepared long ago, and headed to Friesland, so that the other party could feel at ease.
But what he didn't know was that after he left, the situation changed dramatically. Marin, who was in his hometown, suddenly hired 3,000 Swiss and raided the rear of Friesland, causing the situation to reverse. At this moment, Desnel thought that the island of Texel had been dealt with badly... So, this time, Desnel led the team not to Groningen, but to Harlingen, the original base camp of the Frisian coalition forces...
Of course, Texel Island was indeed dealt with badly before. More than 800 fishermen were hijacked and farms were looted. Even the clothes of many serfs were stripped away, so many serfs on Texel now have no clothes to wear and can only hide at home to avoid the wind and starve. Fortunately, after the Frisians withdrew their troops, Frundsberg began to release food in time, otherwise, some people would really starve to death.
Walking on the Roman avenue in Zwolle, thinking about the tragedy of Marin's Texel Island being ravaged, Denier proudly hummed a ditty from his hometown...
Suddenly, on the Roman Avenue, a rider came head-on, the wind and dust billowed, it seemed that the other party was in a hurry...
Denier glanced at it casually, and found that it looked familiar...
The knight on the horse seemed to be stunned when he saw Denier's team. After running over, he suddenly reined in his horse, turned around and caught up with Denier...
Seeing this, the 30 French knights escorting Denier thought that the other party wanted to rob, and drew out their one-handed swords to defend themselves...
"Lord Desnel?" the dirty and miserable knight asked in Frisian.
"Uh... it's me, who are you?" As a diplomat, Denier naturally understood Frisian.
"I'm the governor's personal guard Captain Hot!" the knight said excitedly. But he didn't know that he was on his way now because of the wind and dust, his body was dirty and his face was covered with dust.
Denier took a closer look and found that it was really the personal guard of Fyskefrijheid, Governor of Friesland. During his mission to Groningen, this Haut has been with Fyskefrijheid. So Denier had an impression of him.
"Hot, what's wrong with you?"
"Lord Denier, something has happened! Something has happened..."
"Oh? What happened?"
"We were defeated..."
"What are you talking about? Didn't you mobilize 3000 elites? Still can't beat those on Texel Island? Impossible?"
"It wasn't the army on the island, the bastard Marin, who hired a Swiss mercenary from somewhere, and raided Groningen while we were attacking Texel. When the Governor returned with the army , was attacked by that bad guy on the way... Then, we failed... Your Excellency, they also fled into Leeuwarden and stood firm... "
"What? Swiss?" Denier opened his mouth in surprise.
You know, the Swiss have always been with the French, and Marin is with the Habsburgs, the enemies of the Swiss. So, how did the Swiss accept Marin's employment
Of course he didn't know that Marin used double the high price to invite these Swiss uncles. After all, the Swiss are mercenaries, and Marin is not a member of the Habsburg family. If you give more money, they are still willing to sell.
"Yeah, about 3,000 swiss, with a strong fighting force. Another sneak attack, so our main force was defeated by them..."
"How did this happen? How did this happen?" Denier was a little messed up in the wind for a while...
"My lord, you have to think of a way! If that bad guy Marin breaks through Leeuwarden, and if the Governor and the others are caught, then everything will be over!"
"Wait... I'll calm down for a while..." Denier hadn't digested the shocking news, so he needed to be quiet...
After half a day, Denier adjusted his mood and asked Hot to explain the situation in detail again...
"This little thief really has a way. He thought of hiring Swiss mercenaries in a short time. I really underestimated him..."
"These Swiss are really, don't you know that the little thief Marin is the enemy of France? He even accepted his employment... huh..."
"By the way, Hot, what's the situation in Leeuwarden now?"
"About 4,000 people surrounded Leeuwarden..."
"Wait... Aren't there 3,000 Swiss?"
"Before I left, I observed that 1,000 soldiers and horses seemed to have arrived on Texel Island, stationed in the west of the city..."
"There are 1,000 soldiers and horses in Texel? Isn't it only 400?"
"Probably, they captured 600 serfs as cannon fodder..."
"It must be so..."
"But, my lord, our elite has also been lost. Now, there are only 120 knights in the city who are more powerful, and the others are about the same as cannon fodder..."
"Well... if... I persuade the 3,000 Swiss to leave, are you sure you can deal with the 1,000 people in Texel?" Denier asked suddenly after thinking for a while.
"This..." After thinking for a while, Hao Te said:
"I'm afraid it's difficult... my lord, although our soldiers and horses are similar to theirs, but because of previous failures, the morale of the army is now depressed, and we can't exert normal combat power..."
"Oh, so can you hold the city?"
"That must be no problem. It will take a long time for 4,000 people to attack Leeuwarden, let alone 1,000 people? However, the food in the city is only enough for a month, and it cannot be delayed for long..."
"Okay, I understand. I'll go to the Swiss barracks right now. By the way, Hot, are the Swiss barracks and Texel soldiers stationed together?"
"It's separate."
"That's good, I'll go quietly to the Swiss coach and persuade them to leave!"
"It's all up to you, my lord!"
After finishing speaking, Denier ordered the team to stop in a small town north of Zwolle. He took only two knights and went to Leeuwarden with only two knights...