The militiamen of Nali Village did not dare to avoid the question of the knight in front of them. They explained everything they knew, including the fact that the village chief and the others had received silver coins.
However, the knight, who was the captain of the guards, did not say anything.
The village could accept any outsiders to rest.
For example, the trade caravan that traveled between the North County and East County, or the mercenaries that looked for ways to get there, most of them spent money to stay in Nali Village.
After all, the financial officer also in charge of taxing. The travelers spent money to stay a night could also provide taxes. It was a good source of generating income.
However, the number of guests that visited them this time were too many.
The knight captain frowned and said in a low voice, "More than 500 cavalries. That's a lot."
It was not just a lot. These militia did not have much of an idea. However, the knight captain who was from a noble family in the East County, understood that if these 500 cavalries tried to attack the castle, it would be a huge problem.
Perhaps, the guards outside the castle would all be wiped out if these cavalries launched a secret assault.
Moreover, among these cavalries, there were also horsemen, knight attendants and even knights!
From the words of these militiamen, describing the equipment of those cavalry, one could guess that they were probably more elite troops than what they had guessed at the moment!
It was indeed not a small matter.
A sense of relief suddenly appeared in the mind of this knight.
"Wait here."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})He pondered for a moment.
He gave the order to the militiamen and at the same time signaled to the guards on both sides to keep a close watch on the five militiamen from Nali Village. Then, he turned around and quickly walked towards the castle.
He could not make a decision on such a matter. He had to inform Viscount Gibran.
He returned to the castle.
He quickly went to the room where Viscount Gibran was.
It was only 9 o'clock at night, and it was not time to sleep yet. This was one of the reasons why the knight captain dared to report to him.
According to his usual habits, Viscount Gibran would fall asleep at around 10:30. When that time came, he would hand over part of the night's work to the castle's butler and the knight on duty tonight. Other than major matters, he would not be disturbed.
After all, this old general who was already over 60 years old was no longer young.
"Thud thud thud." the door was lightly knocked.
As the guard captain on duty tonight, he reported in a deep voice from outside the door, "Lord Gibran, the Nali Village at the south side of the castle has encountered some troublesome matters. I am unable to make a decision, so I hope that you can give me some answers."
There was a slight silence in front of the door.
Only the guards who were wearing mail armor on both sides seemed to have no difference. They stood upright with their swords and shields.
A moment later.
Finally, a voice came from inside the room.
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"Yes." Bertram nodded and pushed open the door.
A tall and sturdy figure with grizzled hair walked out from the inner side of the room. He was dressed in high quality clothes and sat on the main seat. He had a square and determined face. However, the grey hair on his temples and the wrinkles on his eyebrows made him look like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life over the years, he was like an old lion with extraordinary power, but he was still helpless against the flow of time.
"Lord Gibran." Bertram quickly entered the door and bowed respectfully.
He was the master of Avilis Castle, Viscount Gibran!
"Yes." Viscount Gibran nodded and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities.
Sitting on the main seat, he said with a calm expression, "Nali Village, if I remember correctly, is the village where the trade caravan is often stationed. Could it be that they saw an unfamiliar army?"
"That's right." Bertram nodded. "A group of mercenaries came."
"Continue." Viscount Gibran was still calm.
"They are all cavalry, unfamiliar faces. There are between 500 to 600 people. The militia of Nali Village sensed that something was wrong, so they sneak out to the castle and report to us."
Bertram said in detail, "A cavalry mercenary group that that have never seen before."
"How interesting."
Viscount Gibran narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had obviously noticed the difference in this mercenary group in his words.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})After pondering for a moment, he raised his head. Although he was old, the aura that he had gained from the bloody battles on the battlefield was like a lion who had fought for his entire life. "What if it's compared to Count Agatha's Gale Mercenary Group?"
"Gale Mercenary Group..."
Bertram was stunned for a moment, then he frowned and thought, "It should be weaker."
His answer was a little vague, but when he thought of the words of the militia, he still said in a low voice, "It should be said that it's absolutely weaker. In that unfamiliar mercenary group, there shouldn't be many knights and knight attendants. Most of them are just ordinary cavalry."
Viscount Gibran's expression was still calm as he asked, "What kind of ordinary cavalry are they?"
"They are not very similar to the traditional cavalry of the dukedom..."
Bertram hesitated.
After thinking carefully, he said solemnly, "They are riding a relatively strong warhorse. They are wearing iron-scale armor and a linen robe. Their weapons are about two meters long spears, a hide-covered round shield, and a scimitar at their waist."
Gibran said, "Judging from their equipment, they are similar to the barbarians in the Wildland in the west."
Bertram nodded slightly in surprise. "Indeed. It's very similar to those barbarians, especially the scimitar. Those cavalry barbarians like to use this kind of equipment."
What they were talking about was naturally the Wildland in the far west.
It was covered in ice and snow all year round.
It was occupied by foreign tribes.
For example, the Beastman tribe, Jackalan tribe, and so on were commonly seen in the Wildland in the form of tribes.
However, there were also humans. However, without the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom, as well as the few dukedom kingdoms in the south, they were simply in the form of tribes. They were also ignorant and uncivilized.
Therefore, the human kingdoms all called the humans in the Wildland as barbarians. They regarded them as barbarians that were not much different from the other races.
They gathered together to keep warm.
They formed a unique force.
Although they did not form an alliance, and the various races and tribes also fought among themselves, occasionally, when there was severe winter in the West, they would form an army to come to the East County to plunder.
However, their insignificant skills were nothing compared to the well-trained noble families of the Dukedom of Leo.
They did not have the standard of an army.
Although they could win a few small victories, the allied army of these barbarians and foreign tribes had always been defeated.
After countless battles, the East County obviously had a high understanding of those barbarians. For example, they used the hide-covered round shield and liked to use the powerful and heavy scimitars that did not require much skill.
As a famous general of the East County, Viscount Gibran had fought against the barbarians in the Wildland several times.
"If that's the case."
Bertram thought for a while.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Viscount Gibran. He could not help but say in surprise, "Could they be the barbarians in the Wildland? They are starting to infiltrate our East County!"
"Maybe." Viscount Gibran nodded.
This was not unusual.
Those barbarians in the Wildland were humans after all. They were born with greater intelligence than the other races.
Even if there was no strong civilization, they were still learning.
Moreover, they had been on war with the Dukedom of Leo and East County for a long time. It had not even been three years since the last war, and they were still completely defeated. They retreated back to the Wildland to lick their wounds.
Now that they felt the strength of the human race in the Dukedom of Leo, it was not surprising that they wanted to learn advanced military technology.
The most important thing was that the Barbarians had done this before.
They had sent people to secretly learn it, but they had not touched the connection between the Dukedom of Leo and the noble classes of the human countries. They had rashly come to learn as escaped slaves. In the end, the noble families had found out, and they had all captured and interrogated them.
They had even bribed some noble families with a large sum of money and successfully learned some things.
Although it was not the most important thing, they had still successfully changed the military structure.
It was said that the humans in the Wildland had already begun to conquer. By taking advantage of the techniques they had learned from the Dukedom of Leo and the Silver Platter Kingdom, they had conquered some low-level foreign tribes.
For example, the Snowfield Rodentman had become the slaves of the barbarians. They were fought as servants every time in the battles.
They were the cannon fodder formed by the poor people in the human kingdom.
"We can't be careless." Viscount Gibran waved his hand and ordered, "Gather the troops. Let's go over and take a look."
After muttering to himself for a while, he looked at Bertram, whom he admired the most, and said to the young knight who had not followed him for long, "Call your senior brothers. I don't want too many accidents to happen."
"Yes." Bertram nodded immediately.
The horn was blown.
It sounded a little hurried. It was the summoning horn of Avilis Castle.
At the same time, the gate of the castle was opened. Three hundred knights in mail armor and fully armed attendants quickly rushed out with long lance in hand. Leading them were five knights in better mail armor.
Including Viscount Gibran.
His grey hair was blown by the cold wind. It scattered on his wrinkled face like the mane of a lion.
"Let's go!" He pointed his longsword forward.
The warhorse under him moved forward. This troop set off quickly.
Although they did not bring more people, this troop was not something that ordinary barbarian cavalry could withstand. After all, all of them were heavy cavalry in mail armor. They were also knight attendants, elites who had been trained to charge forward and fight in close combat, they were all one of the main forces on the battlefield of the Dukedom of Leo!
Viscount Gibran was very confident that with the troops he led, even if they did not gain the trust of the other party, they would be able to live in peace with each other. After all, their strength was quite strong
In order to ensure their safety, he had brought all his disciples over.
Three of them were Grand Knights.
This was his foundation.
At that time, with the cooperation of these three Grand Knights, they would be able to match 200 knight attendants. If the enemy was timid, the combat ability of these three grand knights would be able to kill the enemy until they collapsed.
In the Dukedom of Leo, this was considered an elite force!
