Simon's stable boy put the saddle that had just been removed back on "Lucky"'s back. Poor "Lucky" didn't even have time to taste the fresh carrots and fine wheat bran in the manger, and was led by the reins again. Fort Field.
The servant in charge of cleaning the stable carried the oak step ladder for getting on the horse with both hands and placed it beside "Lucky". Simon hurriedly stepped on it, mounted the horse, took the reins from the stable boy in charge, and quickly He rode out of the wooden castle and rode towards the south gate of the wooden wall of the village down the slope.
"Quickly, use that damn wood to block the door latch, don't let them have a chance to get in!"
Sergeant Hann's slightly hoarse voice resounded through the wooden wall where soldiers were rushing back and forth under the light of torches. Four militiamen struggled to carry the thick log to the south gate of the village, which had been tightly closed. It is in a triangular shape between the door latch and the ground, so that the enemy needs to exert greater force to break the door.
Simon anxiously rode "Lucky" to the village gate. Seeing the soldiers walking up the wooden stairs to the village wall one after another, and the wooden village gate that was simply reinforced, he felt a lot more at ease.
He saw that Han En had just finished adjusting the angle of the logs for the four militiamen, so he dismounted and strode towards him: "Han En, how is the situation now?"
"My lord, most of the soldiers have returned to their fighting posts on the village wall. During the day when the Magyars attacked, we replenished our quivers. Ryan and his workers have gone to the tower to operate the small trebuchet. Now, Krieger and Little Klein are urgently gathering the resting archers. I have sent people to notify Arthur and Father James to ring the church bells to notify the villagers to take refuge in the castle..."
Sergeant Hann's head was covered with dense beads of sweat. His words came out like a barrage of words, but they were clear and logical. Simon nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.
"Well done, Han En," Simon praised, "Now wipe the sweat from your head and let's go to the village wall to see who is coming!"
Simon was very satisfied with the arrangements made by Sergeant Hann in the emergency. He proved that he was a qualified captain. When they walked up the stairs together and came to the edge of the wall, the army that was originally moving slowly like caterpillars was already close at hand.
This unknown army was noisy like a circus about to start. Simon even heard the conversations of some of the soldiers. The language they used sounded very familiar, and the torches held by some of the soldiers illuminated themselves. As well as the companions around him, Simon was able to see clearly that their appearance, armor and weapons were no different from other armies in the area.
"This should be Count Lange's army, my lord," Sergeant Hann's eyes were sharp. He pointed at the mysterious army shrouded in darkness outside the wall. One of the private soldiers wearing a burqa said, "Look. , isn’t that the crest of the Dorsten family?”
Sure enough, as soon as Sergeant Hann finished speaking, a noble man on horseback, surrounded by two knights holding torches and wearing full mail armor, leisurely left his army and walked along the road leading to the village gate. The avenue went straight towards Simon, who was holding on to the edge of the wall.
Sergeant Hann looked at Simon indicatively. After getting the latter's approval, he shouted at the three approaching guys at the top of his voice: "Who are you? What do you want from us?" What!?"
The noble man on horseback ignored Sergeant Hann's words. He was one position ahead of the two knights holding torches behind him, so the fire only illuminated his back, while his front face was still hidden in the darkness. But the familiar armor had already made Simon guess a lot.
The rude noble man continued to move forward. He ignored Sergeant Hann's inquiry, which made him more provocative. The soldiers stepping on the field jeered one after another, while Simon's soldiers on the village wall had expressions on their faces. It doesn’t look good and I feel insulted.
Little Klein pulled out a heavy arrow from the quiver and put it on his bow, aiming at the arrogant noble man. Krieg, who had been watching back and forth between Simon and the noble man, pressed down the arrow in his hand. Bow, whispered not to act rashly.
"Count Lange." Simon finally couldn't help but speak.
Sure enough, his words worked. After hearing this, the arrogant guy reined in his horse, and the two knights behind him finally caught up with him. The orange fire on the left and right illuminated his face clearly, even though Under such strong warm tones, Simon could still feel the faint chill on that expressionless face.
"If I remember correctly, I did not invite you to come and visit me, let alone those unidentified scoundrels behind you." Simon's words revealed strong dissatisfaction. He could have used kinder words, but he felt he should have cracked down on Langer's arrogance.
"I'm here to catch mice," Count Lange said straight to the point, sparing every word, even though he was facing his own brother, "I hope my people can stay in your castle for one night."
"I must refuse your unsolicited kindness. In fact, there are no rats here. If there were, I would hire a professional rat catcher instead of you. I think you should go back with your soldiers where they came from. Go somewhere!" Simon immediately rejected Lange's request.
Just kidding, isn't letting them in the same as inviting a wolf into the house?
"You must have misunderstood us, Lord Baron Simon," the knight next to Count Lange took a step forward and said, "We are here to hunt down a group of Magyars who attacked Fieldhausen Ranch three days ago. Yes, we have no other purpose!"
"Ah ha, then you don't have to enter my castle," Simon laughed and patted the wall in front of him. "The Magyars you want to hunt have been killed by me this afternoon. Clean."
"You have no evidence, sir. I guess you are perfunctory with us, and your real purpose is just to send us away. I never expected that a lord who claims to be pious like you would actually obstruct our army against the heretics in every possible way! "Count Lange's knight looked unbelieving and questioned Simon.
In their impression, these Magyars were as cunning as wet loaches. How could they be destroyed as soon as Simon said they should be destroyed?
"Of course I have evidence," Simon's hands left the wall, patted the dust on their hands, and said to Han En, "Go to the dungeon and escort the four heretics up the village wall to show these guys."
Han En led five soldiers away from the village wall, and Lange's soldiers outside the wall were talking a lot. These guys, who have never seen pagans and have only heard descriptions from others, still stereotype that they have goat's horns on their heads and have ferocious faces that are no different from devils.
Simon's private soldiers and militiamen who were watching them closely on the village wall almost wanted to laugh when they heard their discussion.
Count Lange's expressionless face became suspicious, and he seemed to be thinking about how to attack Simon's so-called "evidence" later.
There was a dense and crisp sound of footsteps climbing up the wooden stairs of the village wall. The noisy soldiers under the wall gradually became silent. They opened their eyes wide and looked at the "thing" that Simon's soldiers were escorting up, wanting to see something. after all.
The four Magyar prisoners lowered their heads wearily. In order to let the people under the wall see their faces clearly, the soldiers who were escorting them grabbed their braids and showed their faces that were originally buried.
"Is this a heretic?" A serf soldier opened his mouth. The appearance of these pagans was quite different from the version he had heard.
"They do look a little strange. Look at their ugly braids and Satan-like clothes. I have never seen such strange things since I was born!" Another farmer observed more carefully.
Perhaps the soldier pulled the braid too hard, and the young Magyar couldn't bear the pain. He spoke a short sentence loudly in Magyar that no one could understand, and everyone looked at each other in confusion. But judging from his application and angry expression, those words were obviously not good words.
"Take these unfortunate damn things back to the dungeon."
Simon waved his hand. At least these Magyars no longer had to be looked at like monkeys. However, when they walked down the village wall, Simon heard the young Magyar who had just spoken scream a few times. He was obviously beaten by the soldiers. They were beaten severely.
"Count Lange, this is my evidence, is it enough?"
"That's enough, well done, Baron Simon," Count Lange said, clapped twice dryly, and suddenly changed the subject, "Since you defeated the Magyars, I think you can bring them to Field Hall. Return the loot taken from Sen Ranch to me.”
Simon's eyes widened and he was surprised for a moment, and then he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as if he had heard a big joke. He hadn't seen such a shameless guy for a long time.
As for returning the loot? This was a confusing account to begin with. If Simon agreed to him, wouldn't Lange decide the amount of lost loot? Could it be that Lange said that the Magyars robbed a box of gold coins from his ranch, so Simon still had to pay him back?
"When my army was fighting bloody battles with the Magyars, where were you? When my soldiers were killed by the Magyars, where were you? Now it's better, my soldiers have given their bravery and The blood has won them the spoils they deserve, but you, the Earl, who has done nothing and contributed nothing, intend to get a share of the spoils. In my opinion, this is a trampling and insult to the spirit of chivalry!"
The soldiers on the village wall were pleased that their lord had not shown weakness in front of the count, but had instead upheld their honor. Their morale was high.
Simon's sonorous reply made Lange's face look uncertain, and the faces of the knights following him began to look faintly ashamed.
"Humph, I was just joking, and you actually took it seriously, Baron Simon." Lange blew out a puff of air from his nose. He rubbed his nose and continued, "Put this aside, you also You see, the sun has completely set now, my people have been marching for a long day, and we hope to rest in your village for one night."
Simon narrowed his eyes and thought in his mind. He didn't know what this cunning guy had planned.
Currently, he has no heirs, and Lange is still the first heir to his territory. If all his nearly 400 soldiers are allowed to enter Fordburg, it is hard to believe what he will do and how he will distort the facts.
However, it is a courtesy for every lord to receive visiting nobles, not to mention that Lange is an earl now. If you directly shut them out, I'm afraid it would be bad for your reputation if word spread.
"Count Lange, you and your knights can enter the castle for the night, but I'm afraid your soldiers can only camp outside." Simon made the final decision.
"No, they should go to the village to rest. This is what they deserve for their crusade against the heretics." Count Lange's voice seemed undeniable.
"However, the fact is that we defeated the infidel army," Simon still refused, but seemed to realize that it was inappropriate to treat soldiers who had traveled long distances to conquer the infidels, so he added, "I can arrange for people to bring blankets, food And the water is sent out of the village gate to your camp. You had to pay for all this, but for God's sake, I won't charge for it."
Langer was not satisfied with this arrangement, but Simon had already made a lot of concessions, and he would be the one in the wrong if he made excessive demands.
"That's it." Lange nodded.
Simon tilted his head and said to the soldiers in front of the village gate: "Open the village gate and welcome Count Lange and his knights to spend the night in my castle."
However, these seemingly welcoming words sounded so harsh in Lange's ears.
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