Chapter One Hundred and Twelve The Question of Favor
Andre pointed to the injury on his arm and said, "I caused this injury myself, so I can pretend that I also scratched my arm due to gravel."
"This, is this really good? Uncle, haven't you always taught me that as a knight and a noble, the most important thing is to be honest and trustworthy?"
Looking at Angke who looked puzzled, Andre said with a smile: "Didn't you say it yourself? I was teaching you with the goal of knights and nobles, but now you have changed your goal -
-The King of the Kingdom of Spain, so now I have to teach you a lesson again, letting you know that to be a good king, you must master some skills that don’t look very glorious, such as pretending to be injured like me, no, I
It’s not accurate to say that, because I was really hurt.”
As Andre spoke, he took off the white bandage, revealing the bloody wound, "No matter what the scene is, you have to do a full set, so if you want to pretend to be injured, then you have to be ruthless.
Come and give yourself a knife, and this knife must imitate the wound that may be caused when the gravel splashes, otherwise if someone really has an idea about your wound, you can also show your wound openly; then, here is why I
To do this, I believe Angke you should understand."
Angke nodded and said affirmatively: "I know that uncle actually has only one purpose for doing this, and that is to gain the favor of the soldiers and shorten the distance between us and them."
"Yes, generals who take the lead will always be more popular with soldiers than generals who only sit in the rear and give orders. Of course, those generals who can achieve victory in every battle if their command is determined are another matter. But the soldiers
My view of him is actually more like respect than liking."
Andre pointed at his back and continued: "Anke, you have also seen it. I have a lot of scars on my body, and these scars are not only my merit medals, but also my and my subordinates' scars."
It is proof that soldiers live and die together, so you can see that the soldiers in our territory obey my orders; but you will be the king in the future, and the king must pay attention to his own appearance, so I have decided not to
Let you participate in the front-line battle, because if your face is injured or your limbs are mutilated due to fighting, then you will be criticized in various ways even if you become a king."
Just when Angke was about to say something, he remembered some stories that Andre had told him before. These stories were all related to the more famous kings on the continent of Europa. Among them, except for those wise kings and wise kings,
, the other kind of king that Angke heard about the most - the dwarf Mazi, the unlucky guy who was blind and lame and was secretly laughed at by everyone because of his physical reasons.
When he heard the stories of these kings, Angke laughed at these people. But now that he thought that he might become such a king, Angke also felt that it would be better not to participate in the front-line battle.
Now Andre on the side looked at the changing expression on Angke's face and knew that he had figured it out, so he went on to say: "At that time, as I just said, besides wanting to get rewards, the soldiers
In addition, what you also want to gain is the recognition and respect of the general, and the low-level version of respect is a reward. As for the mid-level version, everyone eats and drinks together; then the final high-level version naturally means fighting together.
Because this means that the general recognizes the combat effectiveness of these soldiers, so he dares to fight with them."
"That's right, if it were just a group of new recruits, it would be absolutely impossible for me to charge with them, because I don't want to be in the middle of a fierce battle, and when I turn around, I find that there aren't even any of my own people around me. I want to find someone by then.
No one can be found to collect the corpses for me." Angke couldn't help complaining: "Today I faced the threat of trebuchets with these soldiers, it should be considered a very good performance."
"It's very good, just a little lacking in heat."
Andre re-bandaged his wounds, and then said seriously: "Think about it for yourself, if you were injured in this attack, what would the soldiers who escaped because of you think?"
"Gratitude and admiration?"
Angke thought for a while and continued: "If I were a soldier, I would definitely admire a noble man when he saw him risking his life and death for himself, and even getting injured. Of course, if I had more conscience,
Then I will be grateful for everything he has done for me.”
Andre looked at Angke, shook his head and said: "You are a bit too naive, or you have assumed the identity of a soldier, but you have not forgotten your aristocratic status. Of course, you
This statement can also be applied to the new recruits, but for the veterans, this is just your ticket to integrate into their group."
Just when Andre was about to say something, he saw several more cavalry coming towards this side, and these cavalry also carried the banner of Afonso VI.
"If Afonso really comes over later, just follow me and do nothing or say anything. Of course, the most important thing is to lower your head and don't let Afonso notice you, lest he find out.
You may be a descendant of the eldest prince."
After Andre warned Angko a few words, he shouted to the leading knight: "López, why are you here? Is your Majesty still planning to come here to check the situation?"
Lopez shook his head and said loudly: "It's okay, His Majesty just asked me to come over and take a look at the damage to the camps along the river, and then organize manpower to clean up these camps and move useful things to the back to build new camps; that's right.
Lord Duke, Your Majesty heard that you were injured in the attack, so I asked you not to worry too much about things here, and go directly back to the camp for treatment, and then take a good rest."
Having said this, Lopez winked at the two knights behind him, and the two knights dismounted understandingly, allowing Andre and Angko to ride back to the camp.
Andre did not refuse, so he asked Angke to get on his horse, and after a simple handover with Lopez, he took Angke towards the camp.
Halfway there, Andre sneered and said: "It seems that Afonso still doesn't believe me, or he is worried that I will rely on this matter to win the favor of the soldiers."
