North of Castres, in a forest about 120 kilometers away from North Port.
Under the big tree, violet soldiers in different costumes were gathering in groups, resting against the tree trunks.
There are about five hundred of them, most of them are conscripted peasant soldiers, but there are also a few elites wearing armor. There are hundreds of horses of different colors tied to the edge of the forest. Most of them are the ones they have been using these days. Castells plundered them from all over.
Not far away from them, there were more than 200 soldiers whose clothing was obviously in the Northland style. They were wearing the costumes of Isaac's Hussars, forming a small circle with the Violet soldiers.
These Isaac's soldiers obviously had trouble dealing with Violet's soldiers. They all had fierce eyes and looked like unruly hunting wolves.
But when their eyes fell on the middle-aged man at the front of the Violet Army, their eyes turned to respect and fear.
It was a man who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, wearing a suit of mottled armor, with a violet pattern engraved on the front of the breastplate. He was obviously a noble.
"Lord Baron, we don't have much food left. It can last for three more days at most. We must find a way to replenish it."
In front of the middle-aged nobles, the Violet Knight in charge of logistics said worriedly.
The middle-aged noble nodded slightly:
"Thirty kilometers to the northeast, there is a baron's castle. That will be our next target."
After hearing the nobleman's words, the knight hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Lord Baron, definite news has come from the south. The war is over. We... there is no need to confront Castel anymore."
The middle-aged noble glanced at him:
"Are you questioning my decision?"
The knight quickly lowered his head:
"Don't dare..."
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said:
"It's just... His Excellency the Duke has already reached peace talks with the Earl of Castells. Even if we continue to fight, there is no point in it."
"Lord Baron, following me these days, I have witnessed with my own eyes that you united the defeated soldiers little by little. I have witnessed with my own eyes that you have trained our demoralized defeated soldiers into a heroic team in a short period of time. I have also witnessed with my own eyes that you have led us once Break through the siege for the first time and surprise the nobles of Castell..."
"These days, you led us to defeat more with less, almost across a third of Castells, and turned the entire Northland upside down. Those incompetent nobles would be so scared that they peed their pants when they saw us. "
"However... under your military policy of punishing evil and promoting good, although we are attacking Castel's rear, the civilians in the North are willing to cover up our whereabouts..."
"Lord Baron, you are the most powerful commander I have ever seen, and the most upright, brave, and kind knight I have ever seen... It is my honor and my pride to be able to fight with you."
"But... please take a look at everyone. We are too tired after so many days of fighting. The Duke has ceased the war. Everyone is homesick and wants to go home."
"There is no longer the pressure of war in Castre, and more and more troops are coming to encircle and suppress us. If this continues, we may be surrounded and exterminated at any time."
"Lord Baron, there is no point in continuing like this. We... have no reason to persist any longer."
After hearing what the knight said, the middle-aged noble fell silent.
His eyes fell on the Violet soldiers, looking at their tired expressions, looking at their confused eyes after learning the news of the peace talks, and finally let out a long sigh:
"Yeah, the war is over."
"You...there really is no point in continuing to fight."
Looking at the complicated expression of the middle-aged noble, the knight hesitated for a moment and said:
"Lord Baron, it's not just us, you are also..."
"I know that you are serving the lord and fighting for honor, but the Duke has transferred you to Castel. Legally speaking, your lord is already the Count of Castel."
These days, Beigang has released many messages. The young earl seems to appreciate you very much. When we end the dispute, you will definitely be reused by Castel! "
"Is Castel useful..."
After listening to the knight's words, a trace of ridicule flashed deep in the middle-aged noble's eyes:
"I, Guillaume de Bertel-Willet, can bow to anyone, but I will never bow to Castres!"
The knight looked hesitant:
"Are you...still upset about the decline of the Willett family?"
"Lord Baron, please tell me bluntly. The Star-Moon War happened decades ago. The past is in the past. The most important thing is the future."
"You can probably tell from these days of fighting that although the current Earl of Castel is a young girl, he is definitely qualified to become a wise lord!"
"I think... if you follow her, you will definitely have the opportunity to rebuild the Willett family in the future and let the violet flag fly again!"
"Rebuilding the Willett family..."
The middle-aged nobleman muttered to himself, then shook his head:
"It's no longer possible. The Willett family has disappeared. The remaining clan members have become accustomed to civilian life and have no qualifications to revive the family."
"But, isn't there you? You are also a branch of the Willett family!"
"I?"
The middle-aged nobleman shook his head again:
"I am not of the true bloodline of Willett, I am just a child adopted by the old Duke..."
"Then don't you have no reason to confront Castel? Willett's era has passed, and you should look forward to it."
The knight couldn't help but said.
The middle-aged noble glanced at him and shook his head again:
"The Willett family is kind to me. My life was given to me by the Willett family, and I will never betray it in this life..."
"Castle is Willett's enemy and my enemy."
As he spoke, he said to the knight:
"You are right. There is really no point in fighting for us. Once we get to the nearest town in Castel, you can take everyone to negotiate peace with Castel."
After saying that, the middle-aged noble turned around and walked towards the forest.
"What about you! Aren't you with us?"
Looking at the retreating figure of the middle-aged noble, the young knight shouted.
"I will follow the oldest tradition and bring an end to the feud between Willett and Castel..."
The knight's expression changed:
"The oldest tradition?! You want a knight's duel?!"
"Are you desperate for your life? Count Castel's strongest follower is the Crimson Blade Sebas! That is the real top of the Silver Moon!"
However, no matter how much the knight shouted, the middle-aged noble no longer responded.
And just when the soldiers were resting and preparing to set off, the soldiers on patrol outside suddenly stumbled over:
"Lord Baron! Lord Baron! There are cavalry suspected of being Castel's and they are outflanking from outside the woods!"
After hearing what the sentry said, the soldiers suddenly became commotion:
"Castle's cavalry?"
"That's outrageous. How did they find out we were here?"
However, Baron Bertel's focus is on another place:
"Suspicious?"
he asked with a frown.
"Lord Baron, they...were flying the violet flag!"
the soldier replied.
