Section 16 The honor of the group

In Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo, Baron Bank was so dizzy that he was quarreled by these nobles. A group of boys who didn't know how to be rich and went to attack the enemy's Muzhai on the border without telling the noble councils of Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo Fort Oshvedo for pressure on Baron Bank, asking him to send troops to rescue his children immediately. But Baron Bank knew that it was not easy to capture a Muzhai, not to mention that Schwab built the Muzhai on one side of the river, and the natural river became a natural moat. He had to wait until the water level dropped before he had a chance of winning.

"If my son has any misfortune, I will definitely not be able to spare this fat man." The rejected nobles cursed and left Oshvik Fort. They saw that there was no hope of using force and could only hope to redeem their sons through negotiations with ransom.

The envoys from the Stocking County nobles traveled continuously between the Muzhai where Schwab was located and the Oshvedo Castle. Schwab was not in a hurry and slowly wasted saliva with these envoys and finalized the ransom from one silver council and one silver council, which was just a delay.

"Okay, honorable Count, we will all meet your request, but can we see our young master before that?" The messenger complained about Schwab, who was greedy in his heart, but had to show a flattering smile on his face. You must know that if he could not bring his young master back to his family, the man said that he would sell their whole family to a pit mine for labor, which would be more terrible than death.

"Yes, they were well received here." Schwab and Sir Koro and others looked at each other and smiled. There seemed to be nothing strange to the messengers, but only the bald Otto and others could see the teasing look in Schwab's eyes. In the tent, in order to maintain serious magic, please hold back the internally hurt smile.

"Oh, God, this devil." When the messengers saw their young master, they made a curse sound, and even in the enemy's wooden village, they didn't care much about it.

In front of them, the young men were wearing only a shirt on their upper body, lined up on the muddy and dirty ground, and transported the wood to the construction site. At this time, they still looked like a nobleman, completely like a dirty serf.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." At this moment, the fat chef was carrying a large iron bucket and holding a large wooden spoon in his other hand. While stirring the large iron bucket, he shouted loudly. When he heard the chef's shouting, the weak noble young men immediately looked at the place of the meal as if they were injected with chicken blood. However, because he did not obtain the consent of the sergeant, no one dared to stop his work, but just looked at the smell of the iron bucket and swallowed.

"Okay, it's time to eat, boys." Seeing that the accumulated wood was almost done, the sergeant nodded and agreed to let the young knights go for a meal.

"Oh~~." The young knights shouted excitedly, and went to the place where they distributed wooden plates and wooden spoons, and then lined up in front of the chef. When the chef used a wooden spoon to put a spoon of broth into their wooden plates, the young knights ate it voraciously, without the reserve and style of the nobles. Looking at the appearance of their own little master, the hearts of the messengers were twitching, what kind of wail would they make if this scene was seen by their father.

"Oh my God, young master, it's me." After a messenger woke up from the shock, he rushed to his little master. His little master was fighting with a pheasant leg and ignored him at all, but the messenger did not dare to have any resentment and stood beside his little master waiting respectfully.

"Ah, it's so delicious." The young knight finally finished eating. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and patted his stomach with satisfaction. Only then did he see his servant, "It's you, why are you here?"

"Wow, Master, Master and your mother miss you very much. Let me talk about the ransom issue. You are suffering here." The servant squeezed tears out of his eyes, and then saw the soil on his young master's boots, and quickly knelt down and wiped it with his sleeve.

"I'm pretty good here, why do you have to do too much?" To the servant's surprise, the young master of his family seemed to be not dissatisfied with this life comparable to a slave. The servant was a little unstable now. The young master wouldn't have let that devilish tyrant break his head.

"Young Master, don't worry, you will be free soon. If this tyrant dares to do anything against you, the master will bring his army to avenge you." The servant looked carefully at the soldiers of the Mark Legion, and then said to the young knight in a low voice.

"No need to be so troublesome, I'm really good." The young knight smiled bitterly. He now understood the mood of his servants. At the beginning, the young knight and his friends were also very angry. Although they were a waste of time, after all, noble blood flowed through their bodies. How could they do the work of slaves?

But Schwab completely ignored their opinions and told them that they had to work if they wanted to eat, and that no one was born to serve anyone. This kind of transcendent thought completely confused these young knights, but then stopped serving food. Only the working people could have food. Every day they had to do the same kind of fucking like Mark's soldiers. The tired physical labor made these young nobles complain.

But then they gradually surrendered to this power, and more importantly, they gradually discovered that not only the soldiers of Mark, but also the great nobles like Schwab also had sex with them every day and ate the same meal together, which surprised these rebellious young knights. You must know that in this era, the nobles had a lot of privileges, and few of them would give up their comfortable life and train with the lowly soldiers, and also eat the same food. They did not understand Schwab's behavior, but Schwab's leading by example gradually made their rebellious mentality disappear.

"Dongdong~~~." As the young knight recalled these days, the sound of a small drum came. His servant had no response at all, but the young knight immediately lowered the wooden plate and walked towards the open space of Muzhai. The other young knights also walked. Although there were soldiers monitoring them, it was obvious that they were completely spontaneous.

"What's going on?" The servant of the messenger was completely confused. When he looked into the open space, he saw the densely packed soldiers of Mark's spear, which had been arranged in an orderly manner, while the little master of the messenger and his companions lined up on the left.

"Mark, Mark~~~." The spear soldiers raised their spears and shouted loudly in the sound of small drums. The soldiers' eyes were full of firm sense of honor, and then they began daily training under the leadership of the sergeant leader. The young knights looked at this honorary group with envious eyes. In the past, they were just a group of young people who were in the rebellious period relying on the power of their families. As for the oaths when they became knights, they seemed to be decorations and did not integrate into their souls at all, but they also longed for honor and recognition from others. Although their parents would rather stay in the manor safely for their lives, their young hearts were eager for victory and honor.

They once thought that if they had similar interests, they could go to the ends of the world to win honor, but they failed. However, in their enemy's camp, they felt the firm belief in honor. It was not the impulse and fantasy of the young people, but it was reflected in every training and movement. What made these young knights feel even more unbelievable is that these are just farmers who had just put down their farm tools, but how did they do it?

Every Mark soldier regards maintaining the Mark Legion as a group, and is more like knights than his farmers, which makes the young knights feel deeply ashamed. So they spontaneously train with these Mark soldiers to try to find the gap between the two sides, and Schwab did not stop them from doing this. In his opinion, this is the charm of the Mark Legion as he founded, and anyone will be reborn in this melting pot.

"It's so nonsense, I'm going to report to the master." The messenger could not understand his little master's inner world. He could only think that the little master was tortured by the tyrant who called himself an earl, so he quickly rode his horse out of Muzhai and headed towards his master's manor. He wanted to severely accuse Schwab of his brutality in front of his master.

"What? You said my son was abused by inhuman." Hearing the servant's report, Viscount Magnus angrily threw a candlestick on the wooden table, and the solid wooden table moaned in pain.

"Yes, my master, poor young master, can't eat well and do complicated and rough work." The servant knelt on the ground, tremblingly greeting the noble's anger.

"How dare he, how dare he treat my son like this. My son is a nobleman. I will never forgive the fake. I swear to let him be punished." Viscount Magnus was furious for this so-called Earl of Stettin who did not give any face. In this era, the nobles should give each other their sons, because you cannot always be the winner. Maybe next time you will become a prisoner. Giving the noble a favorable life as a prisoner is a manifestation of a well-educated aristocratic demeanor, but this damn fake actually ignored this tradition and regarded a noble as something.
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