Of course, the one who can praise each other with the brother of the King of France and the Duke of Orleans is not ordinary people.

I still remember that some of the forces that Catalans reluctantly handed over were Catalan mercenaries. Please note that they were Catalans, not Catalans. The Catalans were not a group of people who lacked courage or force. The most tragic thing about this rich and beautiful place is that it has always been used as a battlefield. When the Moors fought with the Franks, the Aragons fought with the French, and the Castiles fought with the Turks, they all made the war ruthlessly burn this emerald gem.

In the early thirteenth century, the king of Aragon fought with the king of France, and a group of Iberian warriors met. After these people traveled to Catalonia, the king of Aragon negotiated with the king of France. They had no place to use their skills and did not know where to make up for their losses. Most of these people were shepherds in the inland Iberian state, farmers and craftsmen. When they were in their hometown, they were the most sincere and honest people, but every once in a while, they were like shepherds who stole chickens at night. They would take simple weapons and an iron helmet that had been passed down for decades or even hundreds of years to fight with pagans and get some unexpected fortunes...

Yes, they are so simple, much more credible than what the priests said, “to sense God’s call and fight for the holy land and the saints.”

These people have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting in such wars. When the King of Aragon summoned them to fight against the King of France, they went without hesitation. Who knew that they had ended before they arrived on the battlefield, so who would pay them commissions, who would give them food and drinks, and who would make up for the losses they had caused to leave their hometown... Some people also borrowed loans from the people of Judah in their hometown because of this war.

At this time, an Italian saw the opportunity. He captured the Catalan mercenaries with a number of about 10,000 people, including cavalry and infantry, at an extremely low price. He led them to fight everywhere, from Constantinople to Asia Minor, and from the peninsula to Athens. When the Duke of Athens hired them and violated the agreement and was unwilling to give money, they actually defeated the Duke in a head-on war. The leader of the mercenary regiment then controlled Athens as the Regent for decades until the King of Sicily expelled the Catalan mercenaries from Athens.

After leaving Athens, the Legion temporarily lived on a small island purchased by its leader, but for some reason, the leader finally sold the island to the Venetians, and the Catalan mercenaries were then taken to their army by the Venetians and lost all their losses in the subsequent war against the Ottoman Turks.

But before the island was transferred to the Venetians, a group of smart men left the legion, and their leader Lupode Bernatag led his subordinates to active in the Mediterranean until 1462, and eventually disappeared.

Mr. Lu Bo obviously had the ambition to inherit everything left by Lu Bo. He should not have been named Lu Bo, but his name changed to Lu Bo, which made people consciously associate him with the brave and intelligent leader. Although there are many people with the same name in Europa, there are always people who are willing to let their children inherit the names of their fathers and grandfathers.

The Duke of Orleans valued this person not because of his name. Whether he was the descendant of Lupo had little to do with the Duke. What the Duke cared about was the three thousand mercenaries he had (although it was a bit humid).

Among these mercenaries, at least a thousand are strong and experienced veterans. They are called "raiders". As the name suggests, they are not the kind of soldiers who stay in the queue and obey the orders of officers. They are like thieves and like to fight in groups of three or five. The weapons they fight are mostly a spear, four or five short javelins, stone-catted ropes, short swords or short swords for melee combat.

They are also the scattered soldiers used by the Duke of Orleans when formulating tactics. They are not afraid of oncoming artillery fire and bullets, and are very sensitive to the enemy's movements and can easily capture the cracks they break.

As for Lupo, besides his identity as the Duke, his favorite thing was the generosity of the new master. His legion quickly became rich and expanded in these few months. In addition to the spear, the raiders were almost equipped with a good flintlock rifle, and the captains could also get a continuous short gun, just like he is now, with the servants holding a spear for him, with a short javelin hanging on his saddle, a short javelin inserted between his waist, and a hunting rifle in his hands.

The mercenaries always smiled when they saw the money master. Moreover, the Duke promised to wait for him to return to Paris, not only would Lu Bo be brought with him, but he would also give him a title. There is no need to say what this means for a mercenary. He was intimate and dismounted respectfully, and performed a fancy but absurd manner to the Duke, which caused a burst of high and low laughter but did not offend him at all. If the Duke was a vulgar person who cared about the details, he would not be here - who could compare to Bourbon's ritual attainments? Nowadays, most of the rituals and rules in the palace, and even supporting buildings such as bathrooms, are imitating the Palace of Versailles.

When the Duke returned the gift, Lu Bo turned over the horse again, he glared at a gloomy and unhappy gaze from his eyes. He looked sideways, and the figure flashed, but his back was enough to remind him of who this was - his previous employer. People like Ruby, even if there was no legion of three thousand people, would not be willing to let him go casually. He had heard of it, or guessed that the Duke of Orleans was recruiting officers and soldiers to ask that person to write a letter of recommendation.

Of course, the employer was unwilling. In order to keep Lu Bo, he was willing to marry his youngest daughter to Lu Bo and take out a thousand livre's dowry.

Ha, on the first night when Lupo was loyal to the Duke, he obtained a diamond ring worth three thousand livres from the Duke.

Nothing can impress mercenaries more than real money. Lu Bo thought that as long as there is gold, he could get anything. Even on the political level, a French duke and a king's brother would be more valuable than a city councillor. He would choose a good bird to live in. Even if the mercenary had never seen this sentence, he would strongly agree with this sentence and practice it.

Although he did not think that the MP could do anything, in order to protect this high branch, after getting on the horse, Lu Bo still asked his servants to inform his companions to strengthen their defense and patrol. He followed the Duke immediately, with his eyes like a falcon, constantly searching for any strange place.

Unlike the hunting that people in later generations have done, the hunting of nobles is a thrilling but orderly game. Since it is a game, it is impossible for these high-ranking officials to spend their precious time and energy on long journeys in searching for prey. All prey is prepared and is locked in a cage, released one by one according to their size, ferocity or group by group.

There are no dangerous beasts like lions or tigers. The most feared ones are the bison. The bison is followed by tall stags and wild boars, and the boars are followed by small beasts like sheep and foxes, and finally in groups of rabbits.

As half of the master and most important guest of this hunt, the Duke of Orleans was certainly at the forefront, surrounded by many people, among which the Tamalites occupied the first place without a doubt, but the Duke's left hand was always occupied by Lu Bo. Some people complained in a low voice, and some scolded loudly, but Lu Bo remained motionless. He knew that some people maliciously described him as a flies chasing honey - but he asked him to say, were the people around him gathered to the Duke for the ideal of purity?

In any case, they had arrived at today's hunting ground. The woodland was burned by fire. The new trees had not yet become an obstacle for people. The ground was green and the sunlight was projected on people without any obstacles, making them feel warm and almost want to sleep. The opposite of them were the Duke of Orleans and Lupo, who were in high spirits.

The attendant sent a signal. The duke took the shotgun handed over by someone else. A bull ran out of the shadow quickly. In front of it was the duke and other people. On both sides were dense trees. The bison only liked to run in open places, and the narrow places would make it furious. The bull was locked in the smallest cage for several days and was about to go crazy. All it could see was one passage.

It rushed towards the Duke, who raised his shotgun. It took only three hundred steps to rush to the Duke's horse in ten seconds, but ten seconds was enough for the Duke to hit it - there was a sight on the Duke's shotgun. He effortlessly put the buffalo's head into the sight and pulled the trigger.

There was no gunshot, no bullets flying out of the chamber!

Nine seconds!

The Duke knocked the trigger again without thinking, but still couldn't feel the familiar vibration. He threw off the hunting rifle, pulled the reins, "Doway!" He shouted loudly, his mount hissing, swinging his neck, and jumped to the side. At the same time, Lu Bo, beside him, fired, and the bullet roared through the air and hit the bull's left shoulder, but it was not fatal, damn not fatal!

Seven seconds!

The pain made the bull crazy. It made a bell-like cry. After a moment of pause, it accurately captured the person who hurt it. It gasped and rushed towards the crowd again.

Six seconds!

Another gunshot, Lu Bo only came in a hurry. It was the Duke of Orleans. He just avoided his right hand. It was an accurate decision. It did not prevent Lu Bo from firing. The dumb shotgun was thrown to the ground. But at that time, the MP Tamarit was already holding a shotgun. Although he had no talent in shooting, he should have just acted. The shotgun should have not been passive. The Duke gave him an elbow without hesitation, snatched the shotgun, and followed Lu Bo fired a shot at the bull.

But because his current position is not good enough, although the shot hit the bull's head, it only knocked away one horn and some tough skin.

"Shoot! Shoot!" someone was shouting.

Three seconds!

Not all of the people accompanying him were like the Tamalit MPs who were just acting like this, but because of etiquette and respect, they turned the gun to the ground, waiting for the Duke to shoot the bison before hunting them - this was not the first hunt, nor was the Duke's first hunting of a bison. They only bet that the Duke wanted to use one bullet or two bullets... Some people couldn't react when the incident happened, and now they heard the shouts and subconsciously raised their guns.

Gunshots came one after another, but the hell, maybe because of panic, no one could hit the bull's vital point, it was still running wildly!

One second!

The bull was in front of him, but the duke suddenly disappeared - someone else might not know what was going on, but the Duke of Orleans, who had been on the battlefield, suddenly realized that someone had attacked his horse!

In this case, attacking a horse is easier than attacking a person, and the threat it brings will not be less than assassination directly. First of all, the horse will inevitably fall into a frenzy in front of a wounded bull. The nature of animals makes the riders unable to control them from running and kicking around.

The Duke once led the cavalry to gallop across the battlefield. Although he had never experienced it, he had seen enemies or companions fall off their horses, dragged by horses, trampled by horse hooves or crushed by overturned horse bodies. Fractures, internal bleeding, and suffocation may be the cause of their death.

He knew that his horse was falling. The Duke quickly raised his feet, broke free from the stirrups, pressed his hands on the saddle and jumped away quickly. When he was in the air, he could even feel the heavy and hot horse body rubbing his calves. It was only a little short of that, he was about to be pressed by it. Then he landed on the ground. Fortunately, due to the hunting needs, the place was flat, without sharp stones and branches, and he stood up violently - around it was a hoof inlaid with horseshoes, which fell on the soft soil, and suddenly became a pit as deep as a beer glass.

When Lu Bo saw the Duke fallen, he screamed wildly, wanting to go to rescue, but he didn't know if it was intentional, but a man actually interspersed between him and the Duke. Although the latter was also screaming, his voice was filled with gloating. When Lu Bo saw that this was his former employer?

The buffalo rushed into the crowd, and the scene became more and more chaotic. The duke dodged left and right, trying to stand up several times (some people dismounted and wanted to help him), but they were always unable to succeed. Lu Bo's heart seemed to be burning. At this time, his former employer grinned at him, as if he was about to say something, but Lu Bo had already leaned over and pulled out a short javelin from the leather bag beside the saddle.

He had no expression on his face, and with his backhand, the javelin pierced straight into the MP's chest.

The MP fell down in shock, and Lupo steered his horse around the bull. If someone blocked him, he would not guess whether the other party was intentional or unintentional. He still had four javelins in his leather bag, and he arrived in front of the Duke before he could use it. He stretched out his hand and pulled the Duke onto his horse's back.
Chapter completed!