At noon the next day after the count woke up, all the vassals were summoned to the castle's council chamber for a meeting.
"Huck, what do you think will happen if the count comes to you this time? You can't explain why you abandoned everyone but failed to defeat Gray Goose the day before yesterday, right?" Viscount Elk asked Baron Galloping Horse with some indignation.
"Gant, there's no need for this. After I came back the day before yesterday, I thought about it for a long time.
Under the circumstances, the earl made the best choice, but he ignored the power of the barbarian priests." Because he felt that his baronage was on the verge of collapse, Huck Galloping Horse was always protecting Kempins intentionally or unintentionally. He fantasized that the earl would be moved by his silent support, and that he might not be held accountable for his fault for leaving the territory in the future.
"Baron Harker, you are right, but if I make the decision to abandon my vassals like this, I will have no shame in returning to the castle to see them." Baron Geo added after hearing Harker's explanation.
Of course Huck didn't agree with the count's approach, so he just made up for the count and stopped talking.
Amidst the discussions of all the vassals, the Earl wearing a shirt forced his body to come in from the main entrance, walked through the hall and sat on the master's seat in the middle of the meeting hall. During the decades when the Maned Wolf Earl ruled the northwest, , he had never encountered such a noisy meeting, and had never felt such contempt and anger from his vassals.
Caspian was unwilling and dissatisfied, but he knew that he could not get angry with his vassals now. The dukes and marquises in the royal capital were waiting for him to make mistakes and to separate from his vassals. The elders of the family were even more waiting. Looking at his own joke, Earl Caspian could not make any mistakes at this moment.
The enemies of the barbarians are calling for battle outside the city, the nobles of the royal capital are preparing to intervene in the territory, and the opponents in the family will attack at any time.
The enemy is outside, and the abyss is behind. If he gets into a dispute with his subordinates again, he will never have a chance to make a comeback.
"I know what you are thinking," the earl said loudly, "you feel that you have been betrayed, that you have been unfair, that your territory has been invaded by barbarians, all because of me, because your lord, the pioneering earl in the northwest, has not been able to Defending the Lot territory, we failed to block the barbarians north of the Cornico Pass, right?"
The earl roared loudly, shaking out his vassal's little thoughts.
The scene was completely silent. Of course the vassals thought so, at least before the decisive battle with Gray Goose the day before yesterday.
However, after the decisive battle the day before yesterday, the vassals also knew that the Roth Castle could never stop the attack of more than 200 barbarians. The best case scenario was to rescue the 25 knights of Viscount Roth so that they could come to Blue Magpie Fight with yourself.
"Then come and take a look," the Count said, pulling open his shirt, revealing an incredible wound on the left side of his abdomen. On the Count's brown-red belly, there was a dark red, slender wound. The core of the wound was a crack that looked like a burning flame. The crack burned the surrounding skin and muscles, and the count's powerful body was constantly regenerating skin and muscles to replenish the area around the wound.
"Oh" the vassals exclaimed subconsciously. Everyone was thinking in their hearts whether such a wound could survive two days if it happened to them.
"This is the curse brought to me by the Gray Goose priest!" the earl roared, and he saw the fear and respect reappearing in his vassal's eyes,
“Knights, as I said, these barbarians are here to rob us all and dig into their salt mines;
And the nobles of our kingdom are waiting for our help so that they can get the southern gate of Cornico in Lotland.
This is not only my dilemma, but also the dilemma of each of you. Once the border with Galloping Horse Plain is lost, the nobles of the entire northwest territory will lose the privilege of developing nobles."
The earl's voice echoed in the hall, and everyone realized the seriousness of the problem. Compared with ordinary fiefdom nobles, the pioneering nobles were in a more dangerous situation and had weaker infrastructure, so they had some natural welfare privileges. In recent years, the northwest Every territory in the country is taking advantage of these privileges to a greater or lesser extent.
Once they lose the title of pioneering nobles, their unflattering little tricks on the border will become the reason for the big nobles and palace ministers to come and find trouble in the future.
"My Lord" Viscount Gant Elk was the first to speak, "The situation has not yet reached the most critical moment. Although the barbarians have been under the city, our losses are not too great. We have a strong city and they have fast horses. It depends on Who can outlast whom?"
"Lord Viscount, I'm afraid the barbarians from the Galloping Horse Plains are still gathering and heading south, right?" Another noble interrupted Viscount Elk.
"Of course, there will be more and more of them, but so what? They need to consume a lot of food to move and gather. The food stored in Lotland may be able to feed 200 barbarian cavalry, but can it still feed 2,000 barbarian cavalry? "Viscount Gant Elk suddenly opened his mind.
It's going to snow soon. Once it snows here, water can be poured directly on the outer walls to freeze, and they will be unable to attack the city.
At that time, there will be a bigger blizzard on the Galloping Horse Plains. They will not be able to break through the city and return home. Everyone will be squeezed on the ground where Baron Galloping Horse leads to the Blue Magpie Castle.
One barbarian cavalry has a bigger appetite than us. If we let them eat until spring, I'm afraid these 200 barbarians will eat all their own horses. "
Huck heard Viscount Elk's idea, which was to wait for a change and resolutely defend the Blue Magpie Castle and not go to war. "But Gant, wouldn't the barbarians loot his territory to raise food?"
"Then the Maned Wolf Knights will form an interception team," Fernando said. "As long as they dare to use small groups to act separately, I will lead the Knights to intercept and prevent a grain of food from entering the Gray Goose camp."
"That's right, as long as they dare to divide their troops, we will intercept their small troops, so that we can replace them with black scale horses."
"Yes, if they risk their lives and divide too many teams, Blue Magpie Castle will face fewer enemies; if they don't send troops, they won't have enough food, and they will have to go back to the Galloping Horse Plains."
The earl saw that the enthusiasm of the vassals had been mobilized and actively made suggestions, knowing that the internal crisis had been temporarily alleviated.
"Okay, let's follow Viscount Elk's suggestion.
Fernando, you and Croni organize the knights and vassals into 3 to 4 10-man teams, and divide them into two teams every day to intercept the small teams of barbarians, as long as they stay away from the main camp for 20 kilometers, you can do it. "
