Chapter 591, Call Back to My Hometown! Call Back to Lyonnaise!

Sure enough, it was not that Duke Hubald had never met Angron. The Duke had met Angron once. It was hard not to be impressed by Angron's appearance and body shape.

As Angron expected, seeing that "acquaintances committed the crime", His Excellency the Duke quite "magnanimously" forgave this group of people for their "nosy" fault, and invited them to his castle, the famous Carcassonne Castle in the old world guest.

The Duke's understatement made the female Norscan quite dissatisfied, and Ingrid yelled: "Damn it, if it wasn't for me...I mean us, only their Lady of the Lake knows whether these villagers can survive until these knights catch up Come!"

"Shut up! Ingrid, if you don't want to be locked up outside the castle overnight, just keep talking." Forgan smiled brightly.

The female barbarian closed her mouth tactfully. On the one hand, it was out of respect for the strong. On the other hand, she knew that her strength could be arrogant in front of the beastmen, but it was not enough to face hundreds of knights. .

However, the barbarians are okay in this regard, that is, they will basically obey orders unconditionally when facing a powerful man like Fulgan.

It will be troublesome if you meet those who are particularly good at debating, such as the citizens of Estalia and Imperial Nur. These people are also well-known "barbarians" among mortals. , Equality" and other arguments, and is famous for being stubborn and hard to the end, and many times it is only opposed because of opposition.

Even if some diehards were punched and lay on the ground, they would emphasize that the enemy's boxing posture is not good-looking, which is indeed a headache.

Under the leadership of the Duke of Hubald, Fulgan led an army of more than 500 people towards the castle of Carcassonne.

In the west of the sun, the converging army finally approached the castle of Carcassonne.

As one of the most important strategic strongholds in the south of Brittania, Carcassonne Castle not only has a long history, but also in the history of ancient castles, there are many stories about Holy Grail Knights and wars. From the appearance, this is a A typical high elf style castle with a cylindrical body and a conical roof tower, which is particularly eye-catching.

Entering the castle, Fulgan visited Carcassonne with great interest. The most spectacular architectural landscape here is the inner and outer walls and towers that defend the castle. It has huge fortifications surrounding the castle, compact houses and Streets and the perfect Holy Grail Cathedral. The streets in the city are criss-crossed, and the houses are row upon row. Walk into the arched city gate, cross the moat through the wooden suspension bridge, and enter the city. The stone road is undulating and winding, only four or five meters wide. The stone houses are built along the street in an antique style, only the austere atmosphere of a large number of patrolling troops destroys this beauty.

Hubald, the Duke of Carcassonne with a cold face, said a few words to the valet,

The valet immediately came to Fulgen and the others: "The Legion Commander of the Ash Legion, our Duke said that the Duchy of Carcassonne is not a wealthy duchy. We thank you for lending a helping hand during the Beastmen invasion, but we have nothing to thank For yours, we can only provide board and lodging to ensure that the mutton is enough for you to enjoy, and there is nothing else."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough." Fulgan didn't care about this, as he said, it's an obligation to fight against evil, it's not something worth asking for credit for, and it's not bad to be able to eat two meals of mutton.

"The duke also invited you guys to have dinner with him in the inner castle." The valet continued, "The duke wants to ask you about Tyrell."

"Ok."

……… I am the dividing line for dinner………

Time came to August.

Old World, Britannia, South Lyonnaise, Old Duchy of Mousillon.

A small army is advancing on the plain.

This army was led by the old guard and sent by Ryan to support the old Musillon nobles in the south of Lyonnaise and to quell the local serf rebellion.

The problem of Lyonnaise has been around for a long time. Since the bloody battle with Egil-Red Eye, the situation in this principality has gone from bad to worse. Due to the lack of food, the knights couldn’t solve the problem of the serf’s hunger. They were able to defeat the serf rebels, but Naturally, it was impossible to appease the serfs and let them resume production.

What's more terrible is that the old Musillon nobles did not have enough troops. Although after Egil's invasion, these old Musillon nobles had already rejected any orders from the Duke of Lyonnaise Aldred, but It is an indisputable fact that they lost too much military strength. Seeing that the rebellion gradually spread to the whole territory, the nobles were left with only a few castles and a few guarded manors. The nobles were very anxious, but they could do nothing about it. These rebellious serfs were crushed in the wild, but this could not fundamentally solve the rebellion problem.

As we all know, bandits will flee and avoid battles. It is impossible for the knights to pursue them for a long distance, because even if they catch up, the bandits have already retreated into the cottages and earthen castles to defend themselves. Also stretched.

But now, the support of the Duke of Lane has arrived. A battalion of almost 400 old guards led two serf infantry regiments, and a team of dwarf artillery went to the south of Lyonnaise to support these old Musilon nobles.

This is also the first battle of the new army formed by Ryan, the Old Guard.

The first rebel stronghold to be conquered was Portsall Castle in the south of Lyonnaise. This is a small castle. The rebel serfs occupied the castle and took up the mountain as king, proclaiming themselves the Baron of Porsal, hoping to get the recognition of the local nobles.

But what they waited for was the old guard and Baron Biocari Juan Carlos Sunwatcher who was in charge.

Under the engineering work of the dwarves, a pontoon bridge was quickly built, and the entire army crossed the small river near the castle at an extremely fast speed. Nothing is known about the arrival of the new army.

After completing the siege, Juan immediately ordered the Earls of Durin and Larotte in the north to launch a feint attack, and then, together with the commander of the old guard, Lord Winford "Green Arrow" Bertrand, attacked from behind. The castle has launched an attack.

Now, the rebel serfs finally saw the strength of Ryan's army.

The first is the artillery bombardment. The dwarf cannon and dwarf organ gun of the dwarf artillery came up and bombarded the castle indiscriminately. The low city walls have not been maintained and repaired enough after being occupied. How can they stand up to the dwarf artillery? The power of the castle collapsed one after another, the houses in the castle were blasted into pieces, people screamed and horses neighed, bodies were broken and limbs were broken, flesh and blood flew everywhere, flames blazed everywhere, and it became a mess.

The rebel serfs were already petrified before they even fought. They cried and screamed and fled back and forth, shouting that the divine punishment of the fairy of the lake had come, and their morale fell to the bottom. Old guards in plate armor, wearing red or blue epaulettes, and braids began to charge from the collapsed city wall. When they rushed into the castle shouting slogans, the rebel serfs who had not yet fought were already scared out of their wits , they screamed: "The lady's punishment has come! We have lost the lady's protection!"

The rebel serfs collapsed, and few rebel serfs and the old guards actually fought against each other.

Flee.

In fact, the rebel serfs knew that there was a support army coming here to help counter the rebellion, and they were ready to fight the legendary Duke of Lane's army, but in their impression, no matter how strong the enemy was, it was at the level of sergeants. The kind of simple leather armor with the coat of arms of their own principality, at most a breastplate, and using the same weapons as them.

They couldn't have imagined that the old guards, wearing half-body plate armor and holding precision weapons produced in the dwarf weapon workshop, with a strong figure, firm eyes and murderous looks, would be selected from the serfs. of!

Seeing that the rebellious serfs were in danger, Earl Durin and Earl Larotte, who had just pretended to attack, saw that the situation was wrong, so they simply turned the feint into a real attack, and seized the time to gain some military exploits.

It only took three hours from the beginning of the siege to the end of the siege, and the rebel stronghold that the local nobles had spent several years failed to capture fell.

The army marched into the castle, and both the knights and the old guards frowned at the scene in front of them.

Everywhere you look, there are miserable images, stumps, corpses piled up, and excrement all over the ground. The rebel serfs who could escape had already fled during the confrontation, and the only ones left were the old, weak, sick, and those who could not run. The old and the weak were so hungry that their eye sockets were sunken, their faces were haggard, and they didn't even have the strength to escape. Seeing the army coming in, many of the old and the weak even only wanted to die quickly, and even gave up praying for life.

Both Earl Durin and Earl Larotte felt very sad about this. The two great nobles only felt that heavy punishment was neither a pardon nor a pardon. The old and the weak satiate their hunger.

This kind of poor food that has long been eliminated in Ryan's territory is simply a supreme delicacy in the eyes of these old and weak. Some old people are sitting in place, gnawing on bread with clean water, and their teeth are rattling.

Eating and eating, tears flowed down, and an old serf cried bitterly: "If we knew that there was black bread to eat, we would not follow the rebellion at all!"

There were such cries everywhere in the castle.

As night fell, not far away, the Old Guard camp.

Sir Bertrand was chewing raisins. He was wearing a three-cornered hat and a neat uniform of an old guard officer. Not far away, the old guards were lined up in a row. Cook there for class, ready to have dinner.

The iron vat was burning hot inside the piled fire, and a large pot of stew exuded a strong aroma. The soldiers in the cooking team took large iron spoons and put the big-rooted red sausage and the strong aroma The broth was poured into the bowls of the old guards.

Bread bags were opened one by one, and the soft and delicious whole wheat bread was spread with butter and delivered to the old guards.

The meals of this army were the envy of the old Musillon nobles.

"All the knights under our command can eat." Earl Dooling looked at the old guard's food with helplessness on his face: "Madam, here you go, red sausage, stewed vegetable broth, whole wheat bread, and more. There's butter! Is this the old guard?"

"It can only be said that the southerners are really rich." Earl Larotte shook his head. He looked at his serf infantry who were still eating black bread with porridge. The porridge contained some flour, some vegetables and carrots: "You Look at this supply, and you will know where the problem lies."

"Don't talk about the Southerners, Larotte, don't forget." Hearing the words from the Southerners, Du Lin immediately said as if being stabbed by a needle, "We have already pledged our allegiance to His Excellency the Duke."

"..." Larotte realized that he was a little speechless, he nodded lightly, raised his hand to indicate that he was wrong, and stopped talking.

"Furthermore, this is also an opportunity for us, an opportunity to reshuffle the entire Musilon forces. You see, Larotte, Your Excellency the Duke's conditions are very harsh, which will definitely cause dissatisfaction among some nobles. I'm used to a good life..." Du Lin whispered in his ear, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Larotte nodded meaningfully after hearing this: "Change is not all a bad thing, the key is to keep up with the Duke."

The two counts looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.

Just when the local serf soldiers and even the local knight nobles were envious of the food of the old guard.

"My sir, so you are here!" Raymond came to Bertrand with an iron plate, a large piece of bread, a bowl of vegetable broth, a red sausage and some dried fruits: "good evening."

As an officer, Raymond had more dried fruit than ordinary old guards. Compared to Raymond, Bertrand had more oatmeal and a plate of roast lamb.

"Good evening, Raymond." Bertrand scooped oatmeal with a spoon, and at the same time cut the roast lamb with a knife. The forty-year-old Sir, the actual commander and leader of the Old Guards, was a little emotional. He looked at Army in the dark.

Who would have thought that eight years ago, he was still a bandit leader wandering in Sharon Forest?

Everything is like a dream.

"Raymond, I remember you are from Lyonnaise, right?" Put the roasted and crispy mutton into your mouth. Carcassonne's mutton is really delicious. Much, Bertrand said with a smile as he chewed, "How is it, how does it feel to be home?"

"It feels a little strange, and also a little indescribably excited." Raymond nodded slightly, his hands trembling: "It has been several years since I left my hometown with my mother and younger brother. This time I have the opportunity, I really want to go back Let's take a look at home."

"There will definitely be a chance." Bertrand stretched out his hand and caressed his big bow. This big bow is a starfire bow produced by the wood elves. Far?"

Maybe this kind of big bow is not too rare in the eyes of the wood elves, but in the human world, it is a priceless treasure.

"It's about 80 kilometers away, and it's now occupied by a group of rebel serfs." Lei Meng couldn't help being excited, as if a villain was roaring and roaring in his body.

Call back home! Call back to Lyonnaise! Fight back to the village!

Your old guard Raymond is back!

"Oh, it's this village, right?" Bertrand took out the map and looked at it with the hand-held oil lamp made by the dwarves: "Then the day after tomorrow at the earliest, the day after tomorrow at the latest, we will reach here."

"When you have a chance, go home and have a look, Raymond!"

"Ok!"

The old guard's eyes were full of fire.

Going to call home!