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Late August, Brittany, Valémi Camp, Middle Camp Tent.
The representatives of the ten duchies were all seated. Behind them hung the coats of arms of their respective duchies. Except for Duke Bayon, who was fighting with Estalia, and Duke Palawon, who didn't respond to the call, the other duchies had all sent their troops.
It was late August, and the weather in Brittany was getting colder. The nobles were all waiting for Marquis Ancey's command. Marquis Connelly Ascot was sitting in the seat of Vanford Duchy. He was nominally the commander of this army, but in reality, the command was handed over to Laing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in the name of the Lady and the King, we are gathered here to participate in this year's War of Chivalry. Let us drink!" Marquis Ancey was fully armed. He raised his wine glass.
"In the name of the Lady and the King!" Everyone raised their glasses and drank.
"To the Lady! To King Richard! To Brittany! "Marquis Ancey said loudly.
"To the Lady, to King Richard, to Brittany!"
Then, a royal knight walked to the front. "Let's welcome Marquis Ancey Desmond of Glasgow to describe the battle plan for this year's War of Chivalry. Everyone, let's welcome him!"
There was a round of applause in the tent. For everyone, Marquis Ancey was of noble birth and had some fame. It was said that he also had an outstanding performance in the knight's academy. Of course, everyone had to give him face. The scene was very lively.
Laing applauded as well. He didn't know much about Marquis Anci, so he had to give her some face.
"Everyone, the Orc tribes in Arden Forest have been wreaking havoc for many years. For hundreds of years, we've fought with the Chaos creatures, the enemies of the Lady. We've lost countless Knights and martyrs in the forest. We only managed to stop the invasion of the beasts. Every year, many villages are attacked by the Orcs."
The young marquis delivered his speech with great emotion, and most people nodded approvingly. Only the leader of the Duchy of Bastogne, Marquis Gabriel de Bastogne, frowned. He was the third son of the "Beast Butcher" Berchemund, Duke of Bastogne.
He did not like what the Marquis of Anci had said.
The Duchy of Bastogne was the title of the first Knight King, Arthur, before he became the Knight King. It was also the place where he was born. The Bastogne family was Arthur's direct descendant and had been passed down for hundreds of years. The Duchy of Bastogne had the most land in Arden Forest, and they had always been troubled by the Orc tribes.
From the title, one could tell how many Orcs his father, Duke Berchemund, had killed to get the nickname "Beast Butcher". In recent decades, there were victories and defeats in the war against the Orcs. Whenever the Orcs overran the forest, Duke Berchemund would ride his warhorse and raise his lance to lead the Duchy's Knights to drive the Orcs back into the forest. Marquis Anci's speech had neglected his contributions, which made him unhappy.
Gabriel had learned to be patient from his good upbringing. He was already in his thirties and had passed the age of hot-bloodedness.
Marquis Anci continued his speech, "But the old era is over, and we are ushering in a new dawn! His Majesty has decided to launch a new Knight's War to completely eliminate the Orc threat in Arden Forest! "
"This is my plan." The Marquis began to talk about his plan.
This time, the Knight's Army would be divided into three groups.
The Left Army would be led by Count Adelaide of Lyonnesse. This army would be formed by the armies of three Duchies. They would arrive at Yursen Castle and advance along the left side of Arden Forest. After about 180 kilometers, they would arrive at the Orc's Devil's Rock.
The Middle Army would be led by Marquis Anci of Le-Angouland. This army was formed by the armies of five Duchies. They would arrive at Yursen Castle and advance along the middle of Arden Forest. After about 160 kilometers, they would arrive at the Devil's Rock.
Finally, Marquis Anci handed the command of the Right Army to Marquis Connelly Ascot. This army was formed by the armies of Winford and Bastogne Duchies. They wouldn't arrive at Yursen Castle with the Main Army. Instead, they would set off from Valemy Camp and travel 210 kilometers to reach the Devil's Rock. Because of this, Marquis Anci emphasized that this army was a "feint" and "coordination with the main battle." He didn't give the Right Army too many missions. Anci hoped that this army would be able to restrain the Orc Tribe.
"Rest for the night. Tomorrow morning, all armies will set off on time. I, Anci Desmond, will await your arrival at the Devil's Rock!" Marquis Anci said loudly. It was obvious that this newly appointed knight general was full of confidence.
He held the flag given to him by the King, and it was reasonable to divide the army into three groups. The 40,000 soldiers were too large, and if they were gathered together, it would cause chaos in the command. They had to divide the army to show the Brittany's superiority in numbers. Therefore, it was necessary to divide the army.
Laing pondered for a while. If he was the commander, he would divide the army too.
But why did he arrange for the armies of Winford and Bastogne to feint the attack? On the way back, Leon was still thinking about this problem. The armies of these two duchies were relatively strong. That's right, it was precisely because of this that Marquis Angci had arranged for them to feign an attack.
Julius and Laing walked side by side. After hearing that they were feinted, the eldest son of Duke Winford was unhappy and said, "I think he's guarding against us."
"He's guarding against us." Laing squinted his eyes and said, "This isn't the place to talk …"
"Ah! Hello, Mr. Laing, the Knight of the Holy Grail, the Lady's Champion. " Anci slowly approached from a distance with a large group of knights. When he saw Laing, his expression became strange and he said, "Hello!"
"Hello, Marquis." Leon and Julius were stopped, and out of politeness, he greeted the Marquis of Anci.
"It's an honor to have such an excellent Knight of the Holy Grail like Mr. Laing in the Knight's War. I hope Mr. Laing won't hold a grudge against me for putting you in the right army, right?" Anci shook hands with Laing and smiled.
"Oh, of course not. On the contrary, I want to thank you for your arrangement. I think it's very reasonable." Ryan suddenly said enthusiastically, "Your Excellency, you have a noble bloodline, and you have the full authority of His Majesty. This time, you will definitely win the war of knighthood. As a knight who serves the lady, Your Excellency, you don't need to treat me differently."
Huh? This Knight of the Holy Grail is quite sensible! At first, the young marquis wanted to show the new Knight of the Holy Grail who was the commander of this war. But since the marquis was so tactful, there was no need to say more. So, the marquis nodded with a smile. "Of course not. We are all knights of the Lady, and we are all fighting for Brittania. There is no special treatment or arrangement. If there is anything wrong with me, I welcome Mister Leon and Mister Julius to correct me. Hahaha!"
The praise from the champion of the Lady of the Lake made Laing feel a little smug. The marquis simply "encouraged" Laing with a few words and walked away with his head held high.
When Julius and Laing returned to Winford's camp together, Laing smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I don't think this war will be easy."
"That smugness is written all over his face. I don't understand why you are praising him." Julius was also not satisfied with this commander. The two of them entered their own tent one after the other. The Knight of the Kingdom said with a cold and hard face, "You should tell him that our opponents are the powerful and cunning Orcs. They are the Orc King 'Bloody Horn' Malas and the Shaman 'Heart Devourer' Groz. All the knights who underestimated them were buried in the Bone Forest."
"Then what can I do?" Laing said in a mocking tone, "Should I tell him to be careful? Or should I tell him that I'm afraid he won't be able to win? Do I want to duel with him? Or do I want to provoke conflict between His Majesty and His Majesty François? I don't want to waste time arguing with him. I also don't want to fall out with him over this trivial matter. "
"He is indeed overconfident. What can I do?"
Julius also sighed. "Originally, the position of commander-in-chief was supposed to be given to Marquis Gabriel de Bastogne. So, do you understand why Marquis Anci arranged for Bastogne's army to move with us?"
"I understand." Laing and Julius looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
The two battle-hardened knights had a bad premonition. Marquis Angci might have been overconfident in this battle of knighthood.
But when they remembered that the marquis himself had received a good military education, they felt that they were overthinking.
When they returned to the camp, many of the serfs greeted the two young and handsome knights, especially the Grail Knight Laing. Laing answered them one by one. He looked very humble. "Anyway, just do what we have to do."
"That's the only thing we can do now."
At night, the moon was high in the sky. The oval moon hung high in the sky. Valémi's camp was brightly lit. The serfs were busy packing their equipment and preparing to leave tomorrow. The knights also chose to give up fighting and stay in the camp to rest.
In the sentry post near the woodland, many serf infantry were standing guard.
The sentries were the lowliest infantry in the army. Their status was low. Not only did they have to fight, they also had to do all kinds of chores. They ate the worst food and did the dirtiest and most tiring work.
Two sentries stood on the tower a few meters high and whispered to each other. "Hey, brother, do you think we'll succeed in this battle?"
"Who knows? Besides, even if we succeed, what does it have to do with us? It's the victory of the knights, not ours. "The tall one leaned on a crudely made spear and looked at the forest in the distance.
"You're right. I just want to return to my hometown safely. It would be even better if I could get some rewards. "The one who answered him was a skinny one.
"Sigh, I just want to get a bag full of silver coins. It's full. Not that a part of it has been taken away. As for being a sergeant, I don't even dare to think about it." The tall one said with hatred.
If the serfs once had expectations of being promoted to a sergeant, the tall one had personally experienced how unreliable it was. As a serf of the Lyonassi Duchy, he had participated in several wars. In these wars, not a single serf had been promoted.
The stories of glory and hope told to him by his parents had become lies and jokes. Whenever the serfs talked about the promise of the knights in private, they would always burst into laughter when they talked about the promise of the knights, saying that the infantrymen who performed well on the battlefield could be promoted to a sergeant.
The knights squeezed the serfs' income dry. Originally, the soldiers' salary was not bad, but the knights used all kinds of excuses to deprive them. Some of the knights even had to pay for the funeral of a serf after they died. This was because many of the knights were starting to lack the money to buy knight equipment for their children.
Then they would continue to squeeze the serfs dry!
In this dark age, only the Holy Grail Knights could be trusted by the serfs. These living saints would never deduct the serfs' salary, and they would also treat the serfs' contributions with respect. They were also willing to promote the brave ones among them, so the serfs' lives were better.
When the Holy Grail Knights appeared, the serfs' morale would immediately soar, and they would fight with all their strength. A Holy Grail Knight was the spiritual sustenance of countless serfs. If there was no living Holy Grail Knight, the dead one would also be fine. Some lords would fix the dead Holy Grail Knight's body and carry it into the battlefield to boost the morale of the serfs. However, the remains of Holy Grail Knights were very rare, and the Lady of the Lake did not like this kind of behavior.
"The Holy Grail Knights did not participate in this war!" The tall one sighed.
"Who said they didn't? They did! This time, Winford sent a powerful knight. He was not only a Holy Grail Knight, but also the champion of the Lady of the Lake! " The skinny one refuted the tall one's words, but then he sighed and said, "But this master is not on our side."
"That's the same as not having him! Idiot! " The tall one scolded, "I just hope that I can seize more in this war and bring more things home. By the way, I have to be f * cking alive."
"Yes! Survive first! We'll talk about other things later! "
The two sentries who were chatting did not notice that a crow that had landed on the tower had flown away. The crow's eyes were blood-red, and there was a strange light in its moving eyeballs.
Flapping its wings, the crow flew into the forest.
"Caw — Caw —"
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