Vol 3 Chapter 30

Scene 30 Expansion (11)

The weather is slightly brighter in the morning, but there are still some cold factors in the air that have not faded after one night. When people and horses breathe, water vapor is trapped in the hoarfrost at the nose and mouth. At this time, winter can be felt in Toniguer's territory. breath.

The procession of man and horse passes through the valley between the two mountains. The surrounding forest is in fact a kind of cold black, as it escapes from the ink painting. Farther away, the mountains are green behind the clouds.

A team of more than thirty people, each with full body armor, each with a weapon; these were all off-the-shelf soldiers, but not professional soldiers of Eruin, but mercenaries. In the Tonigel region, professional soldiers can only be seen in the vicinity of Palas. Grudin's most elite knights have gathered at the pass that extends north of Mount Grahar.

After crossing the valley, the squadron entered a small open field surrounded by forests, where another squad stopped, and at this moment they were watching a few dejected young men sitting on the ground.

These young people heard the sound, raised their heads, and saw the serious faces of the middle-aged aristocrats led by the visitors. Most of them showed a sincere and horrified look; but only when they were clustered in the middle, the young people remained calm, but somewhat annoyed. .

The middle-aged aristocrat rides on his beloved horse. This horse is called a black fox, with a tall body and a black mane like a smooth satin-the purest breed of horse from the northern descent-when he was young The horse accompanied him to his birth and death, and although he has entered the twilight years and is no longer the brave of the year, Sir Mintai still has a deep affection for it.

He looked down at the young men without saying a word.

This man is Sir Mintai, and these men are his manpower. The former received the news of Baron Fir led the chaos *** long ago, but the well-thought-out nobleman did not dispatch the first time; in Eruin, his family members led the troops without the order of the lord. The homeowner's territories were the same as the rebellion. Sir Mintai repeatedly confirmed that the news was reliable before ordering his knights to set off.

The Mintai area is adjacent to the Baron fir firing, and the army is almost on the horizon; he assembled his army overnight and left Mintai's hilly area early the next morning to enter the flat valley along the Gols River. The Gulls Ferry is close at hand. Earlier scouts reported that the Ferry was not occupied by the mob, and many people in the town didn't even know what was happening in Fir City. And the cavalry had been ten miles along the shore, and no trace of mob activity was found.

Sir Mintai was not too surprised. According to the news received, it was only a few mercenaries who participated in the fir town. These people were lawless and could do anything. In his eyes, these guys who are no different from the robbers are likely to coax out after a plunder.

As for the further control of the ferry, this will only be done unless the other party attempts to occupy the fir baron collar. Sir Mint thinks that he thinks too much; the other party is just a group of mercenaries who are keen on money. They are unlikely to be there. Waiting to be annihilated.

He was originally worried about whether there was Madara behind this. After all, the undead army was still trapped in the south, but now it seems that the situation is quite clear.

This is just a ***.

This relieved Sir Mintai.

However, his good mood did not last for a long time, and a news that disturbed him had passed into his ears through the mouth of a close friend, which is why he now brought more than thirty people into this mountain forest.

The young man surrounded by him, wearing a light brown coat, sitting on the ground with his sword and cross-legged on the ground, looked at him with a similar look between the eyebrows and the jazz himself. It was his youngest son. .

This young son is the favorite of his three sons-in-law. He was quick-minded and showed his talent from an early age. The jazz invested a lot of effort in him, but the latter was disrespectful. In the early years, he was loitering and unwilling to be a serious official. Later, he was sent to the neighbourhood of Brother Mahoru to practice. I hope he can restrain his character. As expected, but after gaining insights outside, some more whimsical ideas came to mind.

The letter's close friend told him the whole story, and when he was overtaken, the young master planned to run away with his domestic servants and servants. It's not clear why, Sir Allergy only saw The young men on the ground were furious.

"Say," he asked condescendingly on horseback, "what happened?"

The young man sitting on the ground didn't care about his prestige and raised his chin: "It's so boring, my father."

"Huh," Sir Mintai said in a deep voice. "Aren't you going to experience the war? I'll show you once. But what's the situation, you better explain it to me-"

"War? But it's just a mob. What kind of war is this trivial matter?" The young man smiled slightly and said dismissively. But he looked up again and said seriously: "Master Father, do you know? Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin has been rumored to have returned to her territory and is calling her knights-"

Sir Mintai froze, although he was a noble, but he was pathetic. Of course, he had heard about rumors from the north, but it was a banquet for big men, and there were no people on his chessboard that were not even chessmen. relationship.

"What does it do with you again?" He asked.

"Of course it matters," the young man said cheerfully. "The next battle is to determine the fate of this country. I have decided to devote myself to such a magnificent history and follow Her Royal Highness—"

Sir Mintai did not expect his younger son to think so. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Whimsical, you have never been out. Do you know where Her Royal Highness is? What is happening outside now?"

"I have my own way," the young man said confidently.

Sir Mintai was helpless, knowing that he had been smarter since he was a child, maybe he would find a way for him. But he shook his head to throw away the idea and replied, "Do you have a way for me and don't care, but you'd better find a way to convince me-"

"Master Father," the young man stood up quickly when he saw this, explaining: "You can't keep me, why not let me go out and make some world, and stay in Tonigel to keep this family business for a lifetime Generations, and for me, a real knight should build his merits in war— "

"War, have you ever seen war?" Sir Mintai couldn't help but sarcastically. When he was young, he was also a knight who followed Grudin. Although he had not fought for many years, he still kept the alert habit until many years later. He seemed dismissive of the war that these young men spoke about, with a romantic touch.

But he stopped still, and while he was studying with Brother Maholu, his youngest son had followed Sir Pallas to practice the art of war. Although Sir Paras had no reputation throughout the Eruin, he was a first-class veteran in Tonigel.

At the fortress on the northern edge of Mount Grahar, Sir Paras commanded the most elite knights of Grudin. On the one hand, they had to guard against the attacks of other nobles, and on the other, they had to stay with the mountain people in the southern border of Jean Denaire Indigenous warfare, compared with those professional robbers, the robbers in Tonigel can be regarded as docile like sheep. Therefore, in this area, the seriousness of all the people who mentioned Sir Pallas first appeared in their hearts. Image of a soldier.

Sir Mintai remembered that his son was also involved in the war between the indigenous people and the indigenous people. Speaking of the battle, the opponent's experience may not be much less than himself.

So he shook his head again and said, "Well, I'll give you a chance to persuade me."

"What opportunity?" The young man became interested.

"Let me be your assistant and let me see your performance. If you are qualified for this job, you will be alone. I will naturally let you go." Of course Sir Mintai didn't think so, but it was just a strategy to slow down, he thought There is no time to entangle with this boy now, and I will have time to slowly cook him after the battle.

Since this boy likes to fight, he'll just throw it into the guy's hands-Sir Mint thinks so, of course, he thinks Sir Palas. Although the relationship between the two most powerful Cavaliers under Grudin is not so harmonious, in fact, his personal relationship with the other is not bad.

But the young man noticed his father's thoughts. His light blue eyes turned and smiled slightly: "Master Father, the other party is just a mob. Are you doing something trivial?"

"Well, haven't you followed Jomart's skill in studying war for so long--" Sir Mintai suddenly realized that this was a good idea, and found something to make the kid consume too much energy; he remembered it recently An unreliable piece of news, decided to add a fire, "I heard that there is a young leader among the mob, who is about the same age as you, but has become a commander in the army; instead, you brag about yourself all day, but you have not seen What amazing achievements, and now I give you this opportunity, do n’t you want to let it go? ”

The news received by Sir Mintai is indeed that there is a young man among the leaders, but as to how old the other party is and what ability he has, it is purely rumors. He doesn't care who the mob is leading. Anyway, it is a group of black people, so to speak, it is nothing more than to make his own strategy to slow down the troops work.

"The drastic measures will not have any effect on a knight, my father," the young man said verbally, but the expression of obvious interest on his face betrayed him. "But okay," he finally nodded, "I agree, I just want to see where this person is sacred."

Sir Mintai was expressionless, but chuckled in his heart, thinking that **** was still hot and spicy, and your boy would be smart and end up playing with me. In the end, this secret smugness turned into a sigh: Young people, still too ***.