"Your Excellency, Frost Town is just ahead of us."
A Knight reported.
Marwayne Parker raised his binoculars and observed the situation in the town. This place was located at the southwest border of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. There were hills all around, and one could clearly see the situation in the town from any vantage point. Frost Town was easy to attack and difficult to defend, so it had never been built into a castle.
There were many towns like this on the border between the two kingdoms, and there was nothing special about it. Normally, Marwayne wouldn't even spare it a second glance, but now, it had a unique significance.
"Did you get any news from the scouts?"
"Yes. I only spent a few silver royals, and the townspeople told me everything," the Knight said proudly. "There's indeed a group of Graycastle soldiers here. There aren't many of them, only about 40 to 50 people. They show up every once in a while."
"Why don't they station here?"
"It's a mountain road after the border, and I heard that wild wolves often appear. Without an escort, none of the refugees will be able to cross the border."
Marwayne immediately understood what was going on.
The Red Mist did not spread along the border. Instead, it spread in an ever-expanding semicircle. The furthest part of the Red Mist had already passed the royal city of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and the closest part was still in the Kingdom of Everwinter. Compared to going to a neighboring kingdom, it was more reassuring to fight within the kingdom.
Frost Town not only met this requirement, but also because of its remote location, those who had been fooled by Graycastle soldiers would rarely enter the Kingdom of Wolfheart from here. Frost Town was almost as inconspicuous as a mosquito's leg compared to the major cities with convenient transportation.
What Marwayne wanted was precisely the small number of people.
The small number of people meant that Graycastle soldiers would not pay too much attention to this place, which was undoubtedly confirmed by the scouts.
Just as the old scholar had said, the demons would deal with those who were difficult to deal with. What Marwayne needed to do was to bite them where they were weak. As long as this matter was spread out, no matter how big or small the outcome of the battle was, it would make the other side hesitate in taking action.
Of course, that was not all the old scholar's plan. There were even more ruthless tricks waiting for the people of Graycastle. If he could succeed two or three times, he believed that the other party's plundering operation would suffer a great setback. Perhaps the Sky Lord would also rely on him more.
"Let's go back. It's time to have a good talk with everyone."
…
After spending half a day on the road to the nearest town, Marwayne entered the former lord's mansion in high spirits. This place originally belonged to a nameless Baron, but not long ago, he was so scared by the approaching Red Mist and the rumors of demons that he fled, which saved him a lot of time to negotiate.
This land didn't belong to him yet. After all, his power was limited to the Four Cities of the Northern Region. However, Marwayne believed that the Parker Family's expansion wouldn't stop there.
Soon, a group of nobles gathered together and waited for him to speak.
The duke looked around and silently memorized everyone's faces and expressions. There were a total of 45 applicants in the room. Most of them were Knight, but there were also a few Baron. The one with the highest status was the former lord of the Northernmost Port, Viscount Narnos. These people had either been forced to lose their territories or had all their people stolen by the people of Graycastle. With the promise of fiefdom as a reward, they did not hesitate to pledge their allegiance to him. If the guards, trusted aides, and squires that they had brought with them were also included, the number of soldiers in this army was already more than 300.
They had the advantage in numbers, so this was obviously an excellent opportunity. More importantly, for the first time, there was no difference in weapons between them and their opponents. In the past, the nobles of Everwinter had been unable to put up a fight because the firearms of the people of Graycastle were too ferocious. The speed and range of their fire were far beyond that of their imitation snow powder weapons. If not for this batch of reinforcements from the Sky Lord, no nobles would be willing to help him fight against the people of Graycastle, let alone 300 people.
"How is everyone's preparation going?" Marwayne cleared his throat. "I believe your men are familiar with those firearms, right?"
"Isn't it just loading bullets into the gun, aiming at the target, and pulling the trigger?" Viscount Narnos said indignantly. "Those things that even the farmers in the mountains can use, there's no reason we can't use them. Those guys who were captured had to be tortured heavily before they confessed, and they even spoke hesitantly and unwillingly. I thought they were nothing special! "
"That's right. It's true that they're exquisite and beyond our reach, but when it comes to using them, they're much easier than swords." A Knight echoed. "I've also interrogated the people of Graycastle. They've only been in the army for two years and can usually learn how to use firearms in a month, but I've spent five years just practicing with my sword."
"A month is because those untouchables are too slow. If it were me, three days would be enough." Another person's comment caused a burst of laughter.
"I'll let them know that without firearms, they're nothing!"
"Aren't firearms all thanks to the witches? I think the King of Graycastle just took advantage of the time when the church was sweeping through the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. "
The hearts of the people were useful! Marwayne realized that these nobles had been suppressing their anger for a long time and were eager to take revenge on the people of Graycastle. Although this mixed team had just been put together a week ago and some of them did not even know each other's names, at least they had the same goal and were full of vigor.
"However, the number of those crossbow bolts is limited, and the number of bullets distributed to each of us is even smaller." The Knight who had followed him before spread out his hands and said, "If possible, I hope you can use them sparingly and only open fire when the distance is close."
Marwayne looked at him approvingly. This man was called Fueler, a native of the Western Region. He had brought him here because he liked his quick-wittedness. From these words, Marwayne knew that Fueler had already grasped the key to victory. It would be great if he could find a chance to recruit him.
"Don't worry," the duke said confidently. "The people of Graycastle don't have many bullets either. There are many mountains in the northwest of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, which limits their carrying capacity. Besides … they'll let us get close. Isn't it their slogan to escort the refugees out of danger? "
The others also sneered.
That's right. As long as the enemies came to rob people, they would definitely not give up on this wave of easily obtained "lambs". However, they did not know that sometimes, the wolf pack would also hide among them. In this world, the hunter often became the prey in the blink of an eye. By the time they realized that it was a trap, they would already be trapped in a cage.
After that, as long as they disguised themselves as the enemies and looted the towns along the way, the propaganda of the people of Graycastle would definitely collapse. If they did this a few more times, they wouldn't be able to pull another person away.
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