God knows where Cumberland found such an armor. It was slightly smaller than an adult, but it was exquisitely crafted and beautifully decorated. It didn't look like a protective item on the battlefield at all, but more like a handicraft in an exhibition hall.
Todd walked around the armor several times, looked at the old man's hopeful face, and said in embarrassment: "Do I really want to wear this?"
Cumberland puffed up his beard: "What's wrong with this one? No matter the style or size, it's just right! You don't plan to wear a cloth robe on the battlefield, do you?"
Todd glanced at the displeased old knight, and finally raised his hands in surrender. With the help of his attendants, he put on the armor.
Cumberland happily watched Todd dressed up, standing in front of him, patting his chest and laughing heartily: "This is only right! How can there be a commander who goes to the battlefield without wearing armor?"
Huggins knocked on the door and walked into the headquarter's office. He looked at the armor on Todd for a moment, then quickly glanced at Cumberland and said: "Sir Todd, 30 "lances", two
A company of heavy infantry sergeants, plus an integrated infantry regiment, totaling 520 people, the army of the Muxi Knights is ready to go."
Todd took a step forward, and the friction caused by the armor under his crotch forced him to adjust the position of the belt and armor sideways. Even so, the practice of covering his whole body in an iron can still made him
Extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
Cumberland walked up to him, helped Todd lift the armor, reduce the weight, and said seemingly unintentionally: "This should be the largest expedition of the Muxi Knights since its establishment."
Todd looked at Cumberland with a bit of worry in his tone: "Our enemy is very strong?"
"The defenders of Beishi Fortress exceed 700 people. They are the most elite troops in the entire Northern Army. In addition to the possible barbarian reinforcements, and the geographical advantage of the opponent..." Cumberland patted
He looked at Todd's back and said with a smile: "Yes, the enemy this time is very strong."
Cumberland walked up to Todd: "But as a commander, you should never be afraid of the consequences of failure before the war begins; believe in your soldiers, believe in your own judgment, and do your best to find out in the battle situation.
The path to victory is what a qualified commander should have."
Todd nodded in understanding.
Cumberland looked out of the window. Colorful flags were fluttering in the town square, and there was a sea of people. People gathered together, looking with fanaticism and envy at the Knights of Muxi who were waiting to be inspected.
In their eyes, this is an army that has never suffered a defeat since its establishment. Countless enemies including royal troops, barbarians, pirates, and noble private soldiers have fallen under their swords, and an unimaginable amount of wealth has been transported.
Entered Muxi Town. In the eyes of the residents, this military parade was just a prelude to an easy victory. As for the target of the Knights' attack, I don't know which unlucky guy it was.
Todd arranged the armor and nodded to Cumberland, who pushed open the door to the regimental commander's room. The dazzling sunlight projected from the patio of the atrium, reflected on the armor, and illuminated the entire room.
Watching the cheerful old knight walking into the corridor and heading to the hall, Huggins came to Todd's side and whispered: "Master General, if I remember correctly, the armor you are wearing was originally supposed to be
Lord Cumberland spent three months personally crafting the armor that Knight Commander Hermann wore when he was a squire knight..."
Todd was stunned, looking down at the shining armor on his body, and was speechless for a long time.
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North Stone Fortress, dining hall.
The hall was buzzing with people, and glasses were exchanged on the dining table. Warriors, knights, and mercenaries sat together, raising their necks and taking big gulps of ale. They picked up the roasted meat with a knife and chewed it between their teeth, leaving splashes of meat juice. They walked between the tables.
From time to time, the prostitutes would sit on the laps of men, lusting after people's most primitive desires, and unscrupulously recounting their obscene but charming wanderings.
Sitting at the front of the long dining table were three powerful people wearing different styles of clothing.
The one in the middle was dressed in a fine linen suit that was ironed to a close fit, with a neatly trimmed goatee. His hair had some silver threads, but his face was white and rosy. He picked up a cup of wine in front of him.
He took the silver cup filled with red wine, shook it slightly, and said slowly: "No matter it is the east or the west, it is not peaceful..."
The burly man sitting on his left had the physical characteristics of a North Islander. His right eye had been gouged out, leaving only a hollow of flesh in the eye socket. He grabbed a chicken drumstick and threw it into his mouth.
During the opening and closing, the harsh sound of minced meat and bones stirred, causing the person in the position to frown and make an unnatural cough.
"Count Hewlett! No matter who comes, my 'Slaughter Mercenary Group' can easily send them to hell!" After saying this, the tough man spit out the bones in his mouth on the ground.
He pinched it into the shape of a coin with his index finger and thumb, and said to the earl with a smile: "It's just that once a war breaks out, the price charged by the mercenary group will naturally be different. I hope you can understand this."
Earl Hewlett glanced at the mess at his feet, moved his body in disgust, took out the handkerchief from his chest and dusted his trouser legs, and said angrily: "Of course I know this, Tim."
Sitting on the right hand side of the count is a tribal leader who is in his prime, with light yellow curly hair hanging on his shoulders. A long scar extends from the corner of his right eye to the base of his ear. He speaks in common language that is still somewhat unskilled.
The earl said: "The money promised to the tribe by the kingdom has not yet arrived. My people are starving!"
Earl Hewlett rolled his eyes and said impatiently: "Boyle, I said that there is a recent labor shortage in the North Quarry. The silver mine mined last month did not meet the minimum standards required by the kingdom. What happened?
There were two landslides. So, the money promised to your tribe has to wait. Wait! Do you understand?!"
Boyle squeezed the wine glass in his hand tightly, and his angry eyes made the count shudder.
Earl Hewlett moved his body in the direction of the mercenary leader Tim, and stammered to the barbarian leader: "This matter, you are also responsible for this matter! You broke the shackles and removed the cage.
, took away all the barbarian slaves working in the mines, and I have reported this matter to the kingdom!"
Boyle stood up, and with such violent movements he knocked over the dinner plate in front of him and pushed down the chair under him, causing the lively dining table to suddenly become quiet.
"Those are my brothers and sisters! Not slaves!"
With such an angry roar, the barbarian leader turned around and left the dining hall.
Seeing this, a dozen barbarian soldiers pushed away the food and wine in front of them, broke away from the prostitute's arms, and followed Boyle's footsteps. In an instant, less than half of the people at the table left, and the hall suddenly became much deserted.
Earl Hewlett slapped the table, knives and forks, plates and wine glasses in annoyance, shaking them. He only heard a sharp voice echoing in the hall: "A bunch of ungrateful pigs!"
Hearing the scolding behind him, Boyle's pupils shrank and he walked forward along the corridor without stopping. After taking a few steps, a figure covered in black robes blocked his way.
"Impulse is not a good thing."
Looking at the human figure in the shadow, Boyle unconsciously reached for the weapon behind his waist and said stiffly: "Mind my own business. My men told me what the Relief Society did the night before yesterday."
The figure in the darkness revealed its face.
Looking at the throat of the barbarian leader, a smile slowly appeared on his face.