"This place is really nice. It is indeed a land where miracles come."
Baron Quinnier looked at the dense forests on both sides of the main road in amazement, as if he was inspecting a forest of his own.
"I don't know why, I haven't seen any miracles in all the years I've been here, but since that damn Simon took over the village, it's like a magic bean was planted here..."
Fox frowned and said, riding out of the edge of the forest with Baron Quinnir. Both sides of the main road are lined with tree stumps whose roots have not yet been dug out. A little further on, there are patches of peaceful farmland covered with "white quilts."
"Then it grew wildly into something I have never seen before." Looking at the wooden castles and towers on the hills in the distance, as well as the village of Verde under the hills surrounded by strong pointed wooden walls, Fox felt a little confused. He continued to finish the next sentence in a daze.
"It seems that you are a little surprised, my friend." Baron Quinnier saw the heads gathering on the village wall in the distance. Under the afternoon light, the brightly polished Norman iron helmets of the soldiers on the village wall reflected the sunlight, stinging Quinnier's eyes like a spear, causing him to squint.
"Yes, it has only been a year, and the changes here have been too great." Fox came back to his senses, and his frost-like face became serious again.
"Hahaha, don't worry, I hope everything here gets better, because in the end it will all become my property!" Baron Quinnier opened his arms and laughed.
Fox did not speak, and a trace of disgust that was hard to catch flashed through his sharp eyes under the shadow of the hood, and then he laughed loudly along with Baron Quinnier: "Yes, respected Lord Quinnier, you have If Simon, the rightful baron of this land, had any sense, he would now disarm, open the village gates, and greet the true master of this land."
"I think so too. Let's go meet this Simon."
The mighty army filed out from the cover of the forest, revealing their sharp claws.
Whether they are well-equipped private soldiers of lords, mercenaries with mixed clothes and armors, archers and freedmen soldiers talking and laughing, or poor serf soldiers wearing simple warm clothes, everyone at this time is full of energy, as if Be sure to win.
They had tasted the sweetness of the plunder in the past few days. The timid people in Earl Berg would only run away when they saw their army, and the resistance they occasionally encountered was as weak as scratching an itch.
In their view, this is just another village that is about to be conquered by them. All he had to do was follow the lord and successfully attack this "undefended" village, and he would be able to obtain money, food, and women. What a simple matter.
"Uh, uh, uh~"
A long horn sounded, and the knights following the leader, Baron Quenir, scattered on horseback, gathering their men and preparing to set up their lineup in the open space outside the range of the archers in Feld Village.
Baron Quinnier took Fox and two other personal attendants on horseback, and continued to drive leisurely along the main road to the south gate of Verde Village.
"Who are you, my friends, and what do you want when you come here?" The fat man standing behind the sharp wooden wall of the village wall shouted loudly to the people on horseback, his words full of vigilance.
On the snow-covered main road, Baron Quinnell and his party slowed down and stopped not far from the village gate.
The horse's nose kept blowing out white air, and its front hooves scratched the snow on the ground uneasily. Even it can feel that the war is about to break out.
"Hey, look who that is. Isn't that the tax collector Fox?" A sharp-eyed soldier recognized the familiar figure with a fat figure in bright clothes.
"What, Fox the Publican? Why is he back?"
For a while, the soldiers on the village wall and the villagers holding slings under the village wall were talking about it. Only the group of refugee villagers from Cologne were confused and puzzled.
"Ha, it seems that even though I left briefly, my legacy is still deeply engraved in the minds of these untouchables!" Fox raised the corners of his mouth, but soon, his stinky face changed again. As green as swallowing a plate of flies alive.
"Fox, you shameless wild dog actually has the nerve to come back? Sigh, you despicable fool, I will stab your bulging belly with a spear on this damn good day!" an angry soldier shouted. The sharp short spear in his hand yelled loudly.
"It is no exaggeration to say that Fox, you are a piece of dirty boar snot, a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, a disgusting piece of shit, a fool before God, and the most stupid retarded person outside heaven..." Some soldiers He also started to swear at the abominable figure under the village wall.
"Hey, dear Lord Fox, please ignore them and look here." Hann at the crevice of the wall handed the spear in his hand to the old Bauch next to him, then lifted up his armor and unbuttoned his trousers, and said The yellow water column spurted out hot white steam in the cold temperature, "In fact, what I want to say is that you are not even qualified to help me suck this thing now!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Hann, I really belong to you!"
"I almost ran out of energy laughing."
A burst of laughter filled the walls of Verde Village.
The silent Baron Quinnier glanced at Fox next to him with a dark face. He had never mentioned to himself how bad his reputation was in Verde Village. Now it was better. First of all, he lost a lot in terms of momentum.
"Shut up, shut up! Tell Simon to come out and see our respected Lord Baron Kunir!" An attendant behind Baron Kunir almost roared, raising his head and shouting towards the village wall.
Every soldier and archer on the village wall could feel the attendant's heartfelt roar, but it made them smile even more.
"Is this urgent? It's Sir Simon, Sir! This damn bastard who doesn't know what respect is." The fat man frowned and squeezed out this sentence through gritted teeth. Just as he was about to reply, his shoulders were touched. Someone patted me gently from behind.
"I'll do it." Simon put the face-covered helmet under his arm with one hand, and the other hand that had just patted the fat man's shoulder was again on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he walked to the wall.
"I am Sir Simon from Dorsten. You, Baron Quinnier, did you and your army obtain a military pass from Baron Dorsten before setting foot on my territory?" Standing in the village Simon on the door raised his head and looked down at Baron Quinnier, Fox and his attendants.
"You will pay for your arrogance, I promise!" Baron Quinnier was furious and thought angrily in his heart.
He was very unaccustomed to raising his head like this and talking to a nobleman with a lower title than himself. In his eyes, Simon's arrogant behavior was tantamount to provocation.
In his imagination, Simon should humbly open the village gate, come humbly like a lowly person, raise his head, and look up at him riding a tall horse.
This will make him feel that he has received the respect he deserves as a baron.
However, he put this unhappiness in his heart for the time being. Obviously, he had more important things to do now.
"I don't have a military pass, and I have no reason to use it, because I am marching on my own territory." Baron Quinnier, with a gloomy face, turned his head and looked at him with sinister eyes like an eagle. "Take it out, show it to them, read it to them," said Fox, who was carrying a big satchel next to him.
"This is the contract that everyone in Verde Village made with their old lord when they came to the Principality of Lorraine," Fox said, raising the parchment in his hand densely written in Latin from his satchel, "Now the benefits of the contract They have sold all their rights to Baron Quinnier. In this way, the villagers of Verde Village and all the wealth they create will belong to Baron Quinnier."
"It's a piece of paper! As far as I know, the villagers died in the battle with the lord of the Principality of Upper Lorraine, and there were no successors. This means that they had regained their freedom at that moment, and there was no contract. Beneficiary?" Simon sneered.
"No, that lord also had an illegitimate son, and he later inherited the title, so this contract document is still valid," Fox said, laughing sinisterly, "In that case, these serfs who now belong to Baron Quinnier are The colonist reclaimed the land and built the village, so he has a legal claim and title to the village!”
"You're talking bullshit," the fat man became anxious, pointed at Fox and cursed loudly, "You traitor who takes advantage of people's power. This land was obviously provided by Baron Dorsten to refugees to build villages at that time, and under the canonization of Master Simon, It was given to him in a ceremony. Whether before, now, or in the future, this land belongs without doubt to its only rightful owner - Simon of Dorsten."
"I don't care about that. We all regard Baron Dorsten's consent to Baron Quinnier's serfs to establish a village on this land as giving up the ownership of this land." Fox spread his hands ruthlessly.
"No matter how reasonable what you say seems to be, it cannot change the fact that it is unreasonable. I am the only legal owner of this land. There is no dispute about this." Simon shook his head, not moved at all.
"It seems that I can only use violent means to get back my Verde Village from you, an old, smelly and stubborn piece of shit." Baron Quinnier snorted a large amount of white air from his nose and said fiercely. Said violently.
However, in the eyes of others, he seemed to be so angry that his head was smoking.
"Surrender, Simon. In this situation, you have no hope. If you are willing to give the village of Verde to Baron Quinnier, maybe I will ignore the past grudges and beg Baron Quinnier to let you go. ." Fox looked back at the troops that had already formed in the open space, and with confidence, he shouted to Simon arrogantly.
"Surrender? Ha, we can hold this wall until we die of old age!" Simon couldn't help laughing.
Now I have an eight-meter-high village wall, a trench with sharp wooden stakes in front of the village wall, a newly built trebuchet turret, well-trained soldiers and archers, a large number of slingers, hot asphalt and burning bomb. surrender? Even if you don't die, I still have to peel off a layer of your skin.
"Then just wait and see. When I get in, don't wag your tail like a poor lost dog!" Baron Quinnier put down these words harshly, turned his horse's head, and met Fox and his attendants. They rode back together.
As the sun began to set, Baron Quinnier sent people to cut down trees in the forest to prepare siege ladders and simple siege vehicles.
What’s funny is that in order to disgust Simon, he deliberately asked the logging soldiers to cut down trees at the edge of the forest, within the sight of the soldiers in Verde Village.
Simon was not angry, because he knew that the price Baron Quinnier would pay in the next period of time would definitely be much more than the few trees Simon lost.
The engineer hired by Quinnier had dark but thin hair and a wheat-colored complexion. He seemed to have grown up in the sunbelt along the Mediterranean coast.
Simon suspected that the engineer was just an apprentice in the Kingdom of Italy. A real great engineer could not be hired by a small baron like Baron Quinnier.
Of course, even if he succeeded in building a siege engine or even a siege tower, Simon would still have ways to defeat them.
"Now, I guess the cavalry delivering the message have arrived at Dorstenberg, right?" Simon looked at the dense enemy tents and campfire smoke in the open space in the distance on the village wall, raised his head, and moved his eyes to the horizon. The burgundy sunset said to herself.
As soon as he got the news from Bill, he asked Gabriel to arrange for a cavalryman to serve as a messenger to Dorstenberg to deliver the news.
It might not be long before reinforcements from his father and Lange arrive, and they work together with Simon to kill all Baron Quinnier.
