As expected, it wasn't as if Duke Hubard had never seen Anglo before. He had met Anglo once, and with Anglo's appearance and build, it was very difficult for him not to have a deep impression of him.
Just as Anglo expected, seeing that it was an "acquaintance" who committed the crime, the duke magnanimously forgave the group of people for being "nosy" and invited them to his castle, the famous Carcassonne Castle in the old world.
The Duke's nonchalant attitude made the female Northka barbarian unhappy. Ingrid complained, "D * mn, if it wasn't for me … I mean us, only the Lady of the Lake would know if the villagers could last until the Knights arrived!"
"Shut up! Ingrid, if you don't want to be locked out of the Castle for the night, continue speaking. "Forgen smiled brightly.
The female Barbarian kept her mouth shut out of respect for Forgen. She knew that she could be arrogant in front of the Orcs, but she was no match for a few hundred Knights.
However, the barbarians were still okay in this aspect. That was, when facing a powerhouse like Fu Gen, who had overwhelming strength, they would unconditionally obey orders.
It would be troublesome if he encountered people who were particularly good at debating, such as the Estalians and the citizens of the Empire of Nurr. These people were also known as "debaters" among mortals. They loved to shout things like "freedom of speech, democracy, equality," and so on. They were also known for their stubbornness and stubbornness. Most of the time, they only objected because they objected.
Even if some stubborn people were knocked to the ground by a punch, they would emphasize that the opponent's punching posture wasn't good. It was a headache.
Under the lead of Duke Hubbard, Forgan led an army of more than 500 men towards Carcassonne Castle.
When the sun was setting in the west, the converging army finally neared Carcassonne Castle.
As one of the most important strategic strongholds in southern Brittania, Carcassonne Castle not only had a long history, but there were also many stories about the Knights of the Holy Grail and the war in the castle's history. Judging from its appearance, it was a typical High Elven castle with a cylindrical body and a conical roof. It was very eye-catching.
After entering the castle, Forgen looked around Carcassonne with interest. The most spectacular architectural features were the inner and outer walls and towers that protected the castle. There were huge fortifications surrounding the castle, compact houses, streets, and the perfect Holy Grail Cathedral. The streets in the castle were crisscrossed with rows upon rows of houses. After entering the arched castle gate and crossing the moat via a wooden suspension bridge, they entered the castle. The stone road was undulating and winding, and it was only four to five meters wide. The low-rise stone houses were built along the road in an antique style. Only the large number of patrolling troops spoiled the beauty of the place.
Duke Hubbard of Carcassonne said a few words to his valet, who immediately came before Forgen and said, "Commander of the Ashes Legion, our Duke said that the Carcassonne Dukedom isn't a wealthy Dukedom. We're grateful for your help during the Orc invasion, but we have nothing to thank you for. We can only provide lodging and food and ensure that you have enough mutton. That's all."
"It's fine, that's enough." Forgen wasn't concerned. Just like what he said, fighting against evil was a duty, and it wasn't something to be rewarded. It was good enough to have two meals of mutton.
"The Duke also invited you to have dinner with him in the castle tonight," the valet said. "The Duke wants to ask you about Tyrell's situation."
"Okay."
… I'm the dividing line for dinner …
It was now August.
Old World, Brittany, South of Lyonnesse, Old Muxilon Dukedom.
A small army was advancing on the plains.
This army was led by the old valet and dispatched by Laing. They were in charge of supporting the Old Muxilon Dukedom in the south of Lyonnesse and quelling the rebellion of the local serfs.
The problem with Lyonnesse had been going on for a long time. Ever since the bloody battle with Egil Redeye, the situation in the duchy had been deteriorating. Due to the lack of food, the knights couldn't solve the problem of the serfs starving. They could defeat the serf rebellion, but it was impossible to pacify the serfs and let them resume production.
Worse still, the Old Muxilon Dukedom didn't have enough troops. Although the Old Muxilon Dukedom had already refused any orders from Duke Aldrede of Lyonnesse after Egil's invasion, it was an indisputable fact that they had lost too much military power. Seeing that the rebellion was gradually spreading to the whole territory, the nobles were only left with some castles and a few manors with guards. The nobles were very anxious, but they couldn't do anything about it. Of course, the knights could crush the rebellious serfs in the wild, but this couldn't solve the problem at its root.
Everyone knew that bandits would flee and avoid battle. The knights couldn't chase after them for long distances because even if they caught up with them, the bandits would have retreated into their strongholds and castles. It would be difficult to attack them directly, and the losses would outweigh the gains. The knights also didn't have enough food.
But now, Duke Laing's reinforcements had arrived. A battalion of 400 old valets led two serf infantry regiments and a team of dwarf artillery to the south of Lyonnesse to support the Old Muxilon Dukedom.
This was also the first battle of the new army formed by Laing, the old valets.
The first rebellious stronghold to be conquered was Baltharle Castle, located south of Lyonasser. It was a small castle. The knights and nobles who originally occupied it had died in the battle against Egil, leaving behind a bunch of women. The rebellious serfs nearby had taken over the castle and proclaimed themselves Baron Baltharle, hoping to be recognized by the local nobles.
But they were met by the old valets and Baron Biokari, Juan Carlos Sungazer, who was in charge of commanding them.
With the help of the dwarves, a pontoon bridge was quickly built. The whole army quickly crossed the river near the castle. When the army arrived at the south of the castle, the rebellious serfs in the city were still unaware of the arrival of a new army.
After completing the encirclement, Juan immediately ordered Count Durin and Count Larotte in the north to launch a feint attack. Then, together with the old valets' commander, Lord Vanford "Green Arrow" Bertrand, they launched an attack on the castle from the back.
This time, the rebellious serfs finally saw the power of Laing's army.
First was the bombardment of the cannons. The dwarven cannons and the dwarven accordion cannons bombarded the castle indiscriminately. The low walls had not received sufficient maintenance and repair after being occupied. How could they withstand the power of the dwarven cannons? They collapsed one after another. The houses in the castle were blown to pieces. People screamed and horses neighed. Limbs were broken. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. It was a mess.
The rebellious serfs were already scared out of their wits. They cried, screamed, and fled back and forth, shouting that the Goddess of the Lake's punishment had arrived. Their morale hit rock bottom. When the old valets in white uniforms, silver half-body armor, red or blue epaulettes, and tassels charged from the collapsed walls, shouting slogans and rushing into the castle, the rebellious serfs who had not yet engaged in battle were already scared out of their wits. They screamed, "The lady's punishment is here! We have lost the lady's protection! "
The rebellious serfs were defeated. Only a few of them actually fought with the old valets.
They fled at the sight of the wind.
In fact, the rebellious serfs knew that reinforcements were coming to help quell the rebellion. They were also prepared to fight with the legendary Duke Laing's army. But in their minds, no matter how strong the enemy was, they were only at the level of soldiers. They wore simple leather armor with their own duchy's coat of arms. At most, they wore a breastplate and used the same weapons as the rebellious serfs.
They couldn't imagine that the old guard, who wore half-body plate armor and held exquisite weapons produced in the dwarven weapon workshop, was actually selected from the serfs. They were strong, had firm eyes, and were full of murderous intent!
Seeing that the rebellious serfs were defeated, Count Durin and Count Rarotte, who were only feinting at first, saw that the situation was not right. They decided to turn the feint into a real attack and seize the opportunity to gain some military merits.
From the beginning to the end of the siege, only three hours had passed. The stronghold that the local nobles had spent years to conquer had fallen.
When the army entered the castle, the scene in front of them made both the knights and the old valets frown.
Everywhere they looked was a tragic scene. Broken limbs, piles of corpses, and feces were all over the ground. The rebellious serfs who could escape had already fled when the battle started. The only ones left were the old and the sick. Those who couldn't run were so hungry that their eyes were sunken and their faces were haggard. They didn't even have the strength to run. When they saw the army enter, many of them even begged for a quick death. They didn't even want to beg for their lives.
Count Durin and Count Rarotte both felt very sad about this. The two great nobles felt that it wasn't right to punish them severely, but it also wasn't right to pardon them. They felt very troubled, so they could only temporarily lock them up and provide some black bread to the hungry old and weak.
This kind of poor food that had long since been eliminated in Leon's territory was simply a supreme delicacy in the eyes of these old and weak people. Some of the old people sat where they were and gnawed on the bread with all their might along with clear water, their teeth crunching loudly.
As they ate, tears flowed down. An old serf couldn't stop crying. "If we knew there was black bread to eat, we wouldn't have joined the rebellion!"
Cries like this could be heard everywhere in the castle.
Night fell. Not far away, in the camp of the old valets.
Sir Bertrand was chewing on a raisin. He was wearing a three-cornered hat and a neat Old Valet uniform. Not far away, the old valets were lined up in a row. Each of them held a plate and neatly received food from the cooks.
Large iron barrels were boiling hot in the bonfire, and a large pot of stew was emitting a strong aroma. The soldiers of the cookery squad were pouring large sausages (imported from the Empire) and fragrant broth into the bowls of the old imperial guards with large iron ladles.
Bread bags were opened one after another. Soft and delicious wholemeal bread was spread with butter and served to the old valets.
The food of this army made the old Muxilon nobles envious.
"This food is better than the food of our knights." Count Durin looked at the food of the old valets with a helpless expression. "Ladies, sausages, vegetable broth, wholemeal bread, and butter! Is this what the old valets eat? "
"I can only say that the southerners are really rich." Count Larotte shook his head. He looked at his serf soldiers who were still eating black bread with porridge. There were only some flour, vegetables, and carrots in the porridge. "Look at the food, you will know where the problem is."
"Stop talking about the southerners, Larotte. Don't forget." When Durin heard the words' southerners', it was as if he was pricked by a needle. He hurriedly said, "We have already pledged our loyalty to the Duke."
"… …" Larotte deliberately realized that he was a little speechless. He faintly nodded and raised his hand to indicate that he was wrong.
"Moreover, this is also an opportunity for us. A chance to reshuffle the power of Muxilon. You see, Larotte, the Duke's conditions are very harsh. This will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the nobles. They are used to living a good life … …" Durin whispered in Larotte's ear. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes." Larotte listened and nodded. "Change is not always a bad thing. The key is to follow the Duke."
The two counts looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.
Just when the local serfs, soldiers, and even the local knights and nobles were envious of the food of the old guards.
"My knight, so you are here!" Raymond carried an iron plate with a large piece of bread, a bowl of vegetable broth, a sausage, and some dried fruits. He came to Bertrand and said, "Good evening."
As an officer, Raymond had more dried fruits than the ordinary old guards. Compared to Raymond, Bertrand had more oatmeal and a plate of roast mutton.
"Good evening, Raymond." Bertrand scooped the oatmeal with a spoon and used a knife to cut the roast mutton. The 40-year-old knight, the actual commander and person in charge of the Old Guard, was a little emotional. He looked at the army under the night sky.
Who would have thought that eight years ago, he was still a bandit leader in the Chalon Forest?
Everything was like a dream.
"Raymond, I remember you are a Lyonnesian, right?" Bertrand put the crispy roast mutton into his mouth. Carcassonne's mutton was indeed delicious. The lean meat was chewy, and the fat and the lean meat was juicy. While chewing, Bertrand said with a smile, "How is it? How does it feel to be home?"
"It feels a little strange. There is also an indescribable excitement." Raymond nodded slightly. His hands were trembling. "My mother, brother, and I have been away from home for several years. I really want to go home now that I have the chance."
"There will definitely be a chance." Bertrand reached out and stroked his big bow. This big bow was the Starfire Bow produced by the Wood Elves. The arrows could be added with the power of Starfire. "How far is the village from here?"
Maybe in the eyes of the Wood Elves, this big bow was not too rare, but in the human world, it was priceless.
"About eighty kilometers. It is now occupied by a group of rebellious serfs." Raymond couldn't help but feel excited. It was as if there was a little person roaring in his body.
Go back to your hometown! Go back to Lyonnesia! Go back to your village!
Your old guard Raymond is back!
"Oh, it's this village, right?" Bertrand took out the map and looked at it with the help of the portable oil lamp made by the dwarves. "Then we will be here the day after tomorrow at the latest."
"When you have the chance, you should go home and have a look, Raymond!"
"Okay!"
The old guard's eyes were full of passion.
He was going home!
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