At this time, the rebel territory in the southern part of the empire has already blossomed, and the climate has gradually become warmer.

The rebels besieged under the fortress of Basen began to increase their troops on a small scale. They have mobilized most of the young and middle-aged men who can be enlisted in the territory to the front line.

It is a pity that this is the time for spring plowing. If too much labor is transferred, spring plowing will not proceed smoothly.

Although the lords of the South have developed commerce in their territories, a certain amount of food must be planted, not to mention that the most they planted are the various cash crops that can make them rich.

At this time, the number of rebels under the fortress of Basen had increased from nearly 30,000 to more than 33,000, and all the losses suffered under the fortress had been made up.

When this spring arrived, Sir Frank also slowly left Fort Creek with the soldiers who had been training for the whole winter, and marched towards the northern fortress of Basen.

"Be careful... Frank, if you have any accidents, your brother and I will be very sad!" Earl Crick looked at Frank with a helmet on his face and said bitterly.

"Don't worry, father, brother, I will be safe and bring back the news of victory! Our family will be revitalized in this war!" Sir Frank nodded slightly, whispered, and then turned and rode on. The war horse.

Seeing his thin body skilfully riding on the tall war horse, Sir Andrew couldn't help gritting his teeth. At this moment, he hated his fragile body so much that he made Frank... to step onto the battlefield.

Frank shouldn't have appeared on the battlefield, but in order not to let himself be ruined by the cruel battlefield, he still carried all this with his thin shoulders.

Seeing Sir Frank's shining figure under the rising sun, Sir Andrew waved his hand and stared at him in awe.

Earl Crick also sighed and waved his hand, full of guilt. He would never let his "son" go to the battlefield if he was not in good health and old age.

Pretending to be free and easy, he turned his gaze to other directions, and Frant waved his hand behind him as a farewell.

Then, he trot on his horse and ran forward, facing the direction of the sun, as if the road was smooth under the sun, but no one can guarantee what will happen in the future and the way forward.

The vassals who followed Frante to fight in the north also kept the backbone soldiers for themselves. They obeyed Frantt's order to collect and plunder steel.

Now, this group of people also have iron armor one after another, and two-thirds of the re-organized army of more than 100 people can be equipped with iron armor.

"Are we really going to fight in the north again? It's too dangerous over there, I'm very worried about you..." A young vassal came to Sir Frank's side, Baron Lindauer.

He is not afraid of the fighting power of the northerners. In fact, nobles of their age are very warlike. He is worried about what accidents will happen to Sir Frank in this war.

"Do I have another choice? This is my destiny..." Sir Frank glanced at Baron Lindauer through the peephole of his helmet, and said coldly.

"No, it's not your fate! You shouldn't be responsible for all this!" Baron Lindauer waved his arms and said loudly, "You should be quiet in the room now..."

Having said that, he abruptly swallowed the following words.

Because at this moment, Frant is looking at him with disappointed and warning eyes.

"Okay...I have nothing to say..." Baron Lindauer was silent for a while, then shook his head and gave a wry smile: "However, I will protect you!"

His father died early when he was a child, and he spent his childhood in Fort Creek. He and Sir Frank were playmates when he was a child, so both sides knew each other very well.

After a winter of training, this army has initially become combative, and under the leadership of the veterans before, Sir Flandt believes that it will not lose to the soldiers in the north.

After traveling for about ten days, Sir Frank finally appeared under the Basen Fortress with his more than 3,000 regular troops.

Their appearance brought a huge shock to these lords.

A regular army of three thousand people, and the vast majority of them can be equipped with iron armor, which is almost impossible for the lords in the south!

Although their financial abundance can support a lot of soldiers, but to equip them with so many armors, no matter how rich they are, they will go bankrupt!

Most of the troops under their command were serfs drawn from their territories. These people had low fighting will, cowardly personality, and weak body, and they had little effect on the battlefield.

There are only a few regular troops that are truly capable of combat, and even a regular army few people wear iron armor, even a knight, not everyone wears iron armor.

It is conceivable that such an army of local tyrants appeared in front of the rebel coalition forces so much that they were shocked.

"It's really enviable. They need at least 40 or 50 gold coins to buy their armor..." Some rebel soldiers said with envy looking at the soldiers who are busy camping.

Listening to the comments of the surrounding friendly forces, the faces of these soldiers were also filled with pride.

They were also an army that was fought with the northerners with real swords and guns. After another cruel winter training, they are naturally worthy of this expensive iron armor. You do not know that people who have never fought want it too?

Seeing the proud look of the soldiers under his command, Sir Frank nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that he had made a very clear choice for the soldiers to put on their armor before reaching the Fortress of Basen.

Although there is a saying that arrogant soldiers must be defeated, once soldiers have confidence in their combat effectiveness ~lightnovelpub.net~ then it will be difficult for them to be defeated, and even bear 50% or even 60% of the casualties. Rout is also possible.

Putting iron armor on the soldiers under your command is an increase in combat effectiveness, while wearing armor before arrival is to cultivate morale and confidence in the soldiers.

In an instant, the rebel coalition army changed from 33,000 to 36,000, and a large swath of them gathered under the walls of the Fortress of Basen.

At this time, inside the fortress, the military strength is also very abundant.

Although there are only more than 10,000 men, they are all regular troops wearing armor. More than half of them are basically equipped with iron armor. The knights and heavy cavalry are even more elite, equipped with human horses and armor, and are powerful in combat.

The archers guarded the wall, not letting the enemy get a step closer.

However, around such a strong fortress, at this time, it gradually began to become bleak, because the food originally stored in this fortress was only enough for so many soldiers to eat for a year.

Calculating the date now, more than nine months have passed, which means that they will run out of food in less than three months.