Remember [New] for a second,! "They're coming! They're calling!"

Next to the sentry tower in the northern village of Jalkara, a scout ran over quickly. As for the horse he was riding, it had fallen more than 200 paces away, gasping for breath, his chest heaving like a blower, obviously It was a long journey without rest.

"What's going on? Who's calling?" The soldiers in the sentry tower saw the scout in a hurry on the tower just now. He didn't dare to neglect and quickly came out to ask what happened.

"He...he called..." While running and shouting, the scout was distracted. He bent over and patted his chest, repeating this sentence repeatedly.

"Who the **** is that? Is that the old **** (the Rhodoks' 'honour' for King Harroth)? Or the bad boy (the Jelkara's 'pet' for Byron)?!" Managed here The sergeant came over quickly, his expression very serious. "You didn't change your horse midway? What happened to those stables? Did that kid's cavalry take over those places?!"

The sergeant did not dare to have any optimistic estimates. The current situation in Rhodok was already rotten and could not get any worse. The northern border was gone, and the central town and food production area were lost. Jerkala used to be the hinterland of the south, but now it has become The frontier of the conflict between the north and the south, the land between Veluga and the middle is all plains except for those rivers that are not enough to stop the enemy. The Swadian cavalry can arrive here in less than a day, and once the war begins, it will expand immediately. , they didn't use the buffer zone at all. Once they discovered the enemy's situation, they immediately prepared for the war, so that they could gather enough troops to block the opponent's army on the post-disaster land.

"No, not them." The scout straightened up, took a breath, and shook his head vigorously.

"Not them? Who could that be? Did the Nords drive the boat to the ground?"

"It's Kesto! Sergeant, Lord Kesto and the Nord Levens, their troops are almost here!" The scout quickly explained.

"Kesto! Where did he get his army!?" The sergeant was stunned. He still knew a thing or two about Lord Kesto. He had previously accepted the task of interrupting the expelled lord's subordinates to promote his claim to the throne. 's speech. But as far as he knows, although this lord of Kestor came back after taking advantage of the weakness in Rhodok after the earthquake and the support of the Nord prophet, his strength is limited. They have hundreds of mercenaries, but they Those supporters, even if they attacked the current Jierkala, are just wishful thinking. King Griffiths, even if they were first, could quickly smash their delusions by gathering an army ten times their size from Jerkhara. To be honest, the king had sent people to arrest them before, but unfortunately they were allowed to run away, and they have stayed until now with the protection of the local lord. Where did they have the strength to attack Jalkara? Could it be that the cold weather has froze your brain a while ago?

"It's really him! Sergeant, Lord Kesto is leading an army here. I can't count their number, I'm afraid there are thousands of them. There are many banners of adults in their ranks. , They obviously provided him with soldiers and supplies. The place where Lord Kestor was stationed was originally just over a day's journey away, and I didn't dare to stop for a moment, but it is estimated that they will arrive in a few hours."

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The sergeant's heart skipped a beat at the scout's words, of course he knew what it meant. A civil war was inevitable, but he didn't care about the cause, he just felt heartbroken that the Rhodoks were going to lift each other's knives, they were united and independent, but now they're divided, he didn't know what these adults thought, but he knew What to do yourself.

"Hurry up and change his horse!" the sergeant shouted. He now knew why the scout couldn't change his horse along the way. After all, the two sides were too close, and the other party's previous position was not in line with their defense center of gravity. The stables between the Swadia and Swadia occupied areas were of no use at all.

Soon, the scout got on his horse, and the sergeant also came over and said: "Go to the city, go to the palace of Jerkala, and report this to His Majesty the King. We will stay here and delay them as long as possible. time, go!"

The sergeant slapped the horse's **** hard, and the fast horse also neighed and trotted towards the direction of the city of Jalkara.

The surrounding soldiers also surrounded them, their expressions were a little confused, they didn't know how to face these enemies, although this was a border defense zone, but there were not many soldiers, and those huge numbers of compatriots were not something they could resist.

"Call the garrison of the nearby villages and bring the militiamen as well." The sergeant sighed: "Let the villagers stay at home and don't go out, those who say the truth are just another army of the so-called king, they will not plunder their own future. It’s better to be careful.” The sergeant glanced at the soldiers around him and raised his head to reveal the scar on his chin: “Our mission is to guard this place, so we must keep it, no matter if it’s the Yankees. Our cavalry, brat's mercenaries, or other Rhodoks, we can't let them pass! Since we have chosen King Griffith, we must go with him!" The sergeant said this, and most of the surrounding soldiers Nodding firmly, the sergeant also took a deep breath and began to deploy.

"Sprinkle thorns on both sides of the bridge, and block it with horses. If the river is not deep, we can't demolish the bridge, otherwise it will be even more difficult for us to deal with them. Let everyone gather, we are not many, we have to The fortifications are all set up, otherwise we won't be able to stop them for a few minutes..."

The sergeant gave orders, and the soldiers followed his instructions quickly. Thanks to the preparations for the war, the work was carried out in an orderly manner. Soon, they built two blocking horses between the village and the river bank. They also threw a lot of caltrops in the trenches that had been dug, and sprinkled some soil, so that these piercing things were not easy to find. After that, troops from nearby villages arrived one after another, and several other sergeants also came over, and obeyed the order of the oldest one. By the time everyone they could find had found it, they had assembled 110 infantrymen and 70 crossbowmen, of course, half of them were militiamen. The sergeant knows that even if they occupy favorable terrain, they can't stop the other party for too long. Now he can only hope that the other party will arrive late, so that they can't attack in the dark, and they can wait until the next two waves of reinforcements from villages and towns or even the king's big army. troops.

However, it didn't take long for a dense mass of spears and many flying flags to appear on the other side of the river. Above the watchtower, the sergeant could see clearly~lightnovelpub.net~ He saw the plum blossom flag, which belonged to the Earl of Toumba of Fort Glen Ward, he saw the flag with a yellow background and a green square, Count Ratchison, who belonged to Ziza, also saw the banner on which the steed stood, which belonged to Count Rimuske of Serendil, but at last, his eyes fell on the double-headed eagle made of purple and red, and he You know, that is the banner of the former lord of Veluga, the powerful and wealthy Count Mattas!

He got it, he knew why Kesto was getting support. The counts and lords who had lost their lords in the war tried many times to retake their lands and asked their kings for help, but King Griffiths either failed or could only do nothing. Unable to bear the status quo, these angry nobles who had lost their land, united and established a new king to do justice for them and take back everything they had. Or at least...they could be compensated from the estates and treasuries of Jerkhara.

The sergeant's chainmail gloves were already full of sweat, because he could clearly see the size of the opponent, and there were probably more than 2,000 soldiers within his line of sight. And in the vicinity of the army, there are also many peasants who are poor people of all ethnic groups in the countryside, and now they have joined the army.

They clutched their crossbows and spears, waiting for the other's attack. But unexpectedly, they saw a well-dressed man on a horse, without armor, coming towards them with a white flag, as if he had something to say.