As night fell, the refreshing evening breeze was blowing slowly, skipping the treetops, and the branches and leaves that had just pulled out some buds rustled.

It was dark after they marched about twenty kilometers.

So Rainer ordered the army to start camping. His own army strictly implemented the rules of the code of conduct. The camp layout was extremely reasonable and spread in all directions. Hundreds of sentries alternately guarded the sentries and patrolled regularly.

The army of vassals set up camps around Renner's army, but in the end, it was still inevitable to avoid the common problems of the feudal era army.

The guards are lax and disorganized.

Rainer's mood has not been very good. Among his 25 vassals, there have been four deserters.

This is nothing. The Baron Azac, whom he has always valued most before, is also among them, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Sarang opened the curtains of the tent and walked in with a pile of heavy warm clothes and bedding. Although the weather has entered spring, the temperature at night is still a bit cold.

Lena finally felt a little comfort in his heart as he watched the fourteen-year-old defender lay the bed for himself and stood up.

At the same time, another wave of dissatisfaction arose in my heart.

"Put all my sons here. Your family has a bright future, so don't you believe that I can win?" Rainer gritted his teeth a little, and even felt depressed a lot.

After Sarang laid the bedding, he saluted Rainer and walked out of the tent.

This child has been depressed in recent days after learning that his father had abandoned Lord Earl, perhaps because of guilt, or...

Reiner couldn't tell the reason, and then he smiled openly: "Maybe you want to draw a clear line from me?"

With all these random thoughts in mind, Rainer opened the quilt and lay on the camp bed. The swaying fire at the door of the tent reflected the figures of the four sergeants guarding very majesticly, and his thoughts began to fly around.

At this time, in Baron Azac’s castle, he was sitting in the study in the castle, with obvious red blood on his eyes, staring motionless at the burning oil lamp in front of him.

He closed his eyes, leaned back and curled up on the back of the chair.

He raised his hand irritably and rubbed his hair indiscriminately, his brow furrowed and his face was solemn and anxious.

He is very tangled in his heart now.

His behavior like this is too much. Although he does not approve of Lord Earl's participation in the war, in the final analysis it is a very serious behavior to ignore the enlistment.

But there was no way, there were too many uncertainties in it. When he heard that the enemy had 6,000 cavalry, the purge of fear and retreat filled his heart.

In fact, it wasn't just him, all Rainer's vassals collapsed when they heard the news.

Baron Azak is a person in charge, whether it is to children, wives, relatives, vassals, or princes, he is a very responsible person.

However, the status of all of this in his heart is not as important as the importance of the family.

For the continuation and prosperity of the family, he can even commit suicide and kill his wife if necessary.

What's more, it's Rainer, who is the prince.

However, his heart is very painful now, his son is in that army!

That was his eldest son and only son!

He had several children one after another, but those children were taken away by diseases and accidents. In the end, only Sarang, the eldest son and heir, remained by his side.

And this only son of his is very likely to lose his life in the defeat.

Yes, rout.

In his mind, this war is almost impossible to win. What kind of enemy is that! How can it be possible to win?

The pain of losing his beloved son, betraying the monarch, and abandoning the glory are all intertwined, like the most brutal devil in the world, greedily gnawing his soul.

His son loves himself in that way. He is filial, brave, gentle to others, has no bad habits, is excellent in martial arts, and his knowledge has advanced by leaps and bounds because of following Lord Earl, which is in full compliance with all his expectations for future heirs.

His own earl values ​​himself in that way. He has given himself the most fertile and vast territory, allocated the most cattle and sheep to himself, and regarded himself as an important vassal.

And he turned his back on him...

Such condemnation from the conscience made him even more sad.

The door was opened with a creak, and Mrs. Azak walked in.

This charming and beautiful woman walked to Baron Azac's side, gently grabbed his hand, put it to her heart, and said softly: "Do what you think is right, and I will accompany you. yours……"

Baron Azak sighed, frowned and looked at his wife. This femininity gave birth to her own children and dedicated her youth, and even voluntarily dedicated herself to her own request...

Listening to her soft voice, Baron Azak's body seemed to have strength again.

The gaze in his eyes gradually became sharper, and he turned to look at his wife and said, "Tomorrow, I am going to expedition, and the territory is pleased to you!"

"What?" Morsh let out a scream in his tent.

"You mean, my incompetent brother yielded to others and got shelter?" Morsh put down the meat-cutting knife in his hand and stood up and walked towards the soldier.

"Yes, King Morsh, according to the prisoners I caught, the pseudo-king Samuzha has proclaimed himself to the yellow-haired man in the west, and he was protected by a yellow-haired king named Count Rainer!"

This soldier was the leading forward who raided Samuzha's subordinates and captured some prisoners.

"The yellow-haired king..." Morsh narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked: "Do you know how many troops the yellow-haired king has?"

"According to the prisoners I caught~lightnovelpub.net~ the yellow-haired king has more than 5,000 soldiers, but most of them are infantry, and there are only three or four hundred warriors on horseback!"

Hearing this, Morsh smiled, and sat back in his seat mockingly said: "Samuzha is really getting better and better. Even if he is defeated by me, he should still have more than two thousand names left. Horseback warrior, right?"

"It's not bad for him. Not only was he defeated by those weak infantrymen, but he also surrendered to the yellow-haired king! What a shame of the Pakuten Ministry!" Morsh had a disdainful smile on his face.

He has never been in contact with the Redkas. Most of their iron tools were discovered accidentally or mined on a small scale. The rest was traded with the large tribes in the central region. He has never seen Rhett at all. The card man is fully armored and has a tight formation.

I just thought that all the people in the world were the same as them. The infantry was just a poor shepherd who was wearing a fur coat and carrying a wooden stick and animal bones or a stone hammer. Only the cavalry was a warrior with combat effectiveness.

Having said this, he took the meat cutting knife and cut a piece of meat from the roasted golden lamb in front of him and threw it into his mouth. You bitterly said to yourself: "Don't think that the yellow-haired king can protect you, I will take back the paw. From Kuten!"