One day in August this year, Baron Conner hurried to the Earl's Corner Castle with several knights. After two days, he hurried back to the Gran Corner with the knights.

What followed was a depressing and tense atmosphere that spread through the Glen.

It's time to fight.

A real war.

Everyone may bleed, including lords, knights, and other auxiliary soldiers and peasants.

The cause of the incident still starts from the court of the royal capital and aristocratic court. Two aristocratic factions that have fought for more than three hundred years. These two factions are bounded by the north and south. The seven earl leaders in the south of the kingdom join together are called "Southern factions", and the seven earl leaders in the north of the kingdom join together are called "Northern factions".

Perhaps it was because of the king's acquiescent that these two factions fought very fiercely in the aristocratic courts. They often quarrels over huge differences in matters such as the number of tributes from the king, the number of judges of the court, the generals who fought against neighboring countries, the candidates for palace ministers of the king's internal affairs, etc., and they all wanted to fight for greater benefits for their own side in the aristocratic courts.

For example, this time, on the issue of the distribution of 500 war horses to be given to the king this year, the Southern Sect asked the Northern Sect to undertake the tribute task of 400 horses, while the Southern Sect took 100 horses based on the grounds that there were many highlands in the north and many excellent war horses.

The Northern Sect requires the Southern Sect to bear 400 horses because of the warm and prosperous south and the cold and poor north, while the Northern Sect can only bear 100 horses.

Both sides had their own reasons and fought hard. In the aristocratic court, they even rolled up their sleeves and performed a full martial arts show. The nobles with blue noses and swollen faces disappeared, their demeanor and dignity were gone.

After the king was alarmed, the justice asked the judge to make an arbitration: the Southern and Northern factions could each send a representative to fight a battle on the border between the two sides. The winning side only needs to pay 100 horses a year, and the losing side needs to pay 400 horses.

If both sides tie, then one side will bear half of it and each pays 250 horses.

After some consultation and discussion, the nobles of the two factions of the north and south agreed to the arbitration and even increased their investment! The loser not only had to bear the more tribute horses, but also had to ced an earl to take over one-third of the land and population.

It was like pouring a basin of cold water into a boiling oil pan. The earls of the two factions asked to fight and opened the heads of the "Southern (North) guys" who had long disliked them.

In the end, Baron Connor's direct superior, Earl Lauziz, took this task and sent troops to fight this war with Earl Merlin, the "Earl Merlin" of Earl Merlin, who was adjacent to the north. If Count William's army could be defeated, one-third of the land and population of the "Earl Merlin" would belong to him Earl Lauziz.

As for whether you will lose?

Earl Lauziz said that he had never thought of this problem!

Earl Lauziz did not think about losing, but Baron Connor had to think about it, because his Glen, just leaned against the Earl Merlin's corpses. Once Earl Lauziz loses, there is no doubt that the Glen, will definitely be ceded to the territory of Earl Merlin's corpses.

At that time, the Glen and several other lords and knights of the Baron who will be ceded will completely lose their territory and people, and become wandering lords and knights. They need to rely on other people's alms to find a place to live.

"Call all the knights, take out all the property in the castle, hire some mercenaries with good combat power, and all the strong farmers in the territory. Immediately stop the farm work in my hands, recruit all of them, pick up weapons, and participate in this battle!"

In the Castle Council Room, Baron Conner quickly made a decision.

"Dad, there is no need to mobilize all the troops like this? Now the farmers are harvesting in the wheat fields. The war will not fight until after harvesting wheat in September. Now, let the farmers stop the farm work. Didn't they delay the autumn harvest? Besides, those farmers are useless, just give them a spear temporarily."

Edward, who was sitting next to the long table of the committee, disagreed. He heard that those gangs of sluts were very powerful, but not as powerful as they needed to pay so much attention.

"You must stop the farm work immediately! Seize that little time to do some training. Edward, this is a real war. It's not a one-on-one competition in the Knights Academy. If you lose the competition, you will only have to take care of a few days at most. If you lose this war, we will have nothing!"

Looking at Edward, Baron Conner stood up and said seriously: "All means must be used to increase our chances of victory, even if we sacrifice all the farmers in the territory!"

"Yes, Dad!" Edward put away the contempt on his face and nodded solemnly.

"Willard, Morris, you are responsible for training farmers who lack training, and strive to set up a decent formation within a month." Baron Conner ordered the two guards who had followed him for many years.

"Yes, Lord Baron!" the two knights stood up and said with their chest protection.

...

Zhou Ming in the castle quickly noticed this strange atmosphere.

Teams of farmers put down the farm work in their hands and were concentrated at the training ground in front of the castle. Each of them sent out a brand new spear and a thick hardwood shield. Under the personal command of the two knights, they marched enthusiastically to the world, spear stabbing and anti-arch shooting training.

Even the butler Bunode, who has always been famous for his stinginess, asked the chef to prepare a whole pot of fragrant beef and mutton, roasted pine and yellow soft oat bread, and a large amount of jerky cheese and eggs for the first time, which will supplement these farmers who have worked hard to train, and they will be available every day.

During the training interval, the housekeeper Bunold also walked among the farmers and shouted: "Practice all the spears in your hands! The Baron said that when he arrived at the battlefield, kill a farmer, reward 50 silver coins, kill a mercenary, reward 1 gold coin. If you can kill a knight, reward 50 gold coins! All are good, if anyone makes merit, the Baron will definitely not treat you badly!"

Hearing these tempting and tempting words, among the farmers present, except for some young people who would lit their eyes and ask, "Is this true?" "There are so many rewards?" and secretly decided to kill a few enemies, most farmers had lukewarm faces, as if they were not concerned about themselves.

Zhou Ming, who was silently paying attention, said in his own opinion: In addition to the few young people who were rewarded, the ones who were thinking the most about this war should be how to save their lives on the battlefield, right?

Look at the nine knights who are training in the castle, who are intensively employed by Baron Connor, and more than 100 mercenaries who just arrived at the castle yesterday were also showing off their swords and axes. Zhou Ming guessed: These are well-equipped and fierce. There are even many mercenaries from barbarian savages in the middle of the team. There is absolutely no problem in fighting a tailwind battle, but it is probably impossible to sacrifice their lives and fight a strong enemy until the last moment.

"In other words, the ones that Glen is really useful now are these more than 110 knights and mercenaries. As for the more than a thousand farmers outside the castle who are training, they probably block the holes of the guns and cannon fodder to consume their physical strength for enemy knights..."

Zhou Ming's body trembled. Fortunately, he has become a servant of Little Donnie now. Otherwise, if he also went to the battlefield, it would be unpredictable and he would not know the good or bad luck.

"Ryan, Lord Baron just said that some strong servants in the castle also need to participate in training. You are in such good health, go to the battlefield with us!"

Edward's knight attendant, Fat Baum, appeared behind him at some point, and looked at him with a smirk.

Zhou Ming felt a sudden slap in his heart, and stepped forward and whispered: "My Lord Baum, my chest was injured by a black bear last year, and it has not been completely healed yet..."

"It's been over a year since it's been gone, how could it be not yet well? Don't make excuses for Ryan! The Baron raised you and didn't let you eat and drink here all day! The time for serving the Baron is here. I just told the Baron, and the Baron said that since you have this intention, just be an auxiliary soldier and help transport some food and grass... Can't you do this little thing?" Baum said dissatisfied with a tone.

"It's done, of course it's done."

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and said, "This damn Baum is going to frame him!"

But even if he goes to explain to Baron Conner now, he will leave an extremely bad impression in the Baron's heart... he can only knock off his teeth and swallow it.

"Hahahahahahaha!"
Chapter completed!