Simon's father, Cooser von Dorsten, is now suffering from a headache.

Originally, I was living a quiet and comfortable winter afternoon as usual, but I didn't expect that the outpost in the southern border of the Baron was destroyed by a group of unknown troops.

According to the escaped bearded soldier Dieter, they were numerous and well-equipped. They didn't say hello and shot the old tax officer and another soldier.

Dieter said with fear that he was in a state of death at that time. He raised his shield and blocked several arrows, fled to the forest, and then he simply saved his life and came back.

The old baron asked the housekeeper to take Dieter to comfort him, but not long after they left, a man who claimed to be Simon's cavalry brought news that Foldefort was being besieged by an army of about three hundred people.

Interestingly, the cavalry specifically mentioned that the former Fold Village tax collector Fox also appeared in that army.

This made Old Coaother frown - a person who was familiar with his territory was like his own family, and God knew what chaos was going to happen.

"If I had known that he had just taken it home as a cover, but in fact he had secretly defected to my enemy, I swear I would definitely draw my sword and chop him!" Old Coaother thought hatefully in his heart.

"Fortunately, the toll collected by that outpost last quarter was transported to the treasury four days ago on the Virgin Festival. What a blessing," said Jonas, the chief financial officer, and continued to deal with the meat strips in his bowl.

Old Coaother didn't speak, he looked a little unappetizing.

Although the large long shelf table in front of him was covered with a clean white linen, the cup was filled with fine wine from Burgundy, and the grilled venison on the plate was emitting a charming aroma, he put down his knife after just a few sips.

"Father, the town of Dusseldorf was besieged by Count Loon. Earl Berg's messenger brought orders. The Count asked us to fulfill the obligations of vassals and immediately gather troops to rescue the siege." Lange swallowed the rabbit flesh in his mouth, and then said softly to Koother.

"Ha, now our territory is also facing an attack. We have to in turn ask Count Berg to fulfill his obligation to be a monarch to protect his vassal!" Eric, the military chief of Cooser, said sarcastically, chewing the chicken in big mouthfuls, then raised the wooden cup and took a sip of sweet wine to help the swallow.

"Yes, I can't fulfill my obligations for my monarch when a fire roars in my backyard! We have to defeat the enemies besieging Foldberg before we can free up our hands to clear the siege in Dusseldorf." Old Koother sighed and made the final decision.

"Eric, you are responsible for assembling the army. Jonas, you are responsible for allocating food and grass. Lange, you return to your fiefdom and bring all your men to Dorstenburg. When everything is ready, we will go to Foldburg together to rescue the siege!"

"Yes, my monarch!"

"As for orders, Your Excellency!"

"Okay, father."

After making the decision, Old Coaother regained some appetite and started eating again.

It has to be said that the chef in the Lord’s kitchen is indeed a good cook, and today’s food is as delicious as ever. The chef has served the Dorsten family loyally for more than 20 years, and during this period, it is rare to count the days when people complain that the food is unpalatable with one hand.

After Koother and his courtiers had enough food and food, they began to work on their own affairs.

Jonas hurriedly walked through the dark corridor with two rolls of brand new parchment documents and walked towards the documentary room.

Not long after, the young clerk in a wide blue robe sealed the written order documents in fire paint, picked up the seal, printed the Dorsten family's seal, then walked out of the tower and towards the cottage beside the stable.

As the sky became dark, the servants had lit torches fixed on the walls of the castle, and the cheerful dancing candles began their long nightlife.

The last trace of sunset remained in the sky and was reluctant to leave. The cobalt-blue sky color palette was clicked into a burgundy wine-red pigment, which was so colorful that it was intoxicating.

"His Excellency Jonas has ordered that these two orders be sent out in a hurry, one to Ulfen Manor and the other to Fieldhausen Ranch." The young document opened the door of the cottage, waved the stinking smell in disgust, and handed the two documents to two sloppy messengers.

The messenger put the folder under his armpit, rubbed his sleepy eyes and carried a big shoulder bag, then picked up the saddle from the wall, walked into the horse shed, and installed horse harnesses for his companions.

Seeing the messengers disappearing on horseback, the young clerk turned around with confidence.

However, instead of walking back at the first time, he sneakily looked at the entire inner castle field. After confirming that no one might notice him in the dim light, he quickly walked around the back of the cottage next to the stable.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time," said Dieter, a soldier with a beard, with some grudge. "My God, this place is stinking. Why are the places where those messengers live more smelly than the shepherds who haven't taken a bath in several years?"

"Don't complain, copying words is a careful job. I am not as good as you in the documentary room. How can I feel? Talking about serious business, but the letters are brought?" The young documentary said in a low voice.

"Of course, I'll give it to you," Dieter said, taking out a small roll of parchment sealed in flames from the bag around his waist and handing it to the young document, "Also, please say hello to Lord Fox on behalf of Lord Jonas!"

"Don't worry, I will convey it," the young clerk took the letter and carefully poked half of his head out of the wall to see if anyone was passing by the inner castle field now. "You can leave quickly, be careful, don't show your strength."

"Of course not, don't forget that people call me the sly Dieter!"

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As night falls, the heat given to the earth by the sun during the day is gradually being lost.

The Baron Quinier siege camp, four hundred meters away from the south wall of the village of Fold, lit bonfires everywhere, and there was no doubt that their wood and firewood were cut from Simon's forest.

Many soldiers surrounded the bonfire, sniffling and discussing the attack the next day with concern.

Attacking a village with a wall means huge casualties. Everyone wants to be a successful person who enjoys victory and trophy, rather than becoming an unknown corpse who dies on the attack path.

As the soldiers chatted, many people began to fall asleep.

Not every poor soldier and serf soldier possessed a piece of clothing to keep warm. When the sunlight of the next morning flashed everyone's face, some thin-clothed soldiers would never get up.

"Mr. Quinier, five serf soldiers were frozen to death last night." Sir Hunter opened Baron Quinier's warm camp and reported to his monarch.

"I understand." Baron Quinnier rubbed his temples with some headache.

Now, the dilemma they face is not just the soldiers' cold protection problem, but also the rapid consumption of supplies and food.

He did not expect that the food and grass would be consumed so quickly.

The food they plundered from the Count Berg's leadership is now only enough for three days. Perhaps without having to wait until Simon's village is besieged and the food is cut off, the hungry soldiers who have no food to eat here have already escaped.

He had no way out. In addition to quickly conquering Folderburg in a short period of time, he had to send another grain collection team to plunder the villages, manors and pastures under Baron Dorsten, and obtain food and grass supplies.

In addition, he had to send scouts to pay attention to the movements of Baron Dorsten's army at all times. He didn't want to be attacked inside and outside.

"Is the siege ladder done?" Baron Quinnier looked at Sir Hunter inquiring.

"Of course. Their village walls are not high, so the ladders are made very fast, but Master Carlo said that the siege car must be done as soon as possible."

"Very good, we can organize an attack now. But Hunter, I have another important task for you to do." Baron Quinier said, and stood up from the chair.

"My lord, what mission?" Sir Hunter was a little surprised.

"I need you to lead all our cavalry to plunder all the villages under Baron Dorsten, kill their people, and plunder their food and property. Let Fox lead the way for you."

"In this way, Baron Dorsten will face the situation where there is no soldiers to be recruited and no food to be recruited," Sir Hunter nodded in agreement, "I will gather people now!"

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"Master, look, their cavalry seemed to be moving, and it seemed to be heading east."

On the village wall, Pedi was carefully observing every move of the siege camp opposite.

He noticed that the heavy cavalry and light cavalry wearing Norman helmets and chain mails, well-equipped, and headed towards the village road to the east, led by a noble knight and a traitor Fox.

"It seems that their target is Hinxor Village and other manor villages under the Baron." Simon looked into the distance coldly and analyzed Baron Quinnier's intentions.

Although the number of cavalry in Baron Quinier's camp has decreased a lot now, Simon still dared not act rashly to open the village gate and go out to meet the enemy.

The sixty mercenaries looked difficult to provoke, not to mention that there were nearly two hundred freemen soldiers, poor serf soldiers and archers in his camp.

Simon had only thirty-eight soldiers and twelve archers, and there was no other choice except to defend the village wall.

"Woo~"

The long horn sound came from Baron Quinier's camp, which was the horn that assembled before the attack.

"Fatty, let everyone be prepared!" Simon said loudly to the fat man who was sitting beside the bonfire sitting under the village wall to keep warm.

"As for orders, Master!"

After a while, the village alarm bell rang. The south wall of the village where there were only a few soldiers standing guard, many ready archers and militia soldiers holding shields and spears came one after another.

"Lian, if the enemy does not dispatch siege vehicles, siege towers or heavy infantry, our catapults will not be necessary to use them." Simon grabbed Lian, who was running towards the catapult corner tower and explained to him.

"Gabriel, take a few people to the west and north walls of the village to guard it, we cannot have any unprepared places!"

After everything was arranged, Simon turned his attention to the siege camp again.

At this time, a loose battle formation composed of a large number of poor serf soldiers and mercenaries was slowly pressing towards the village.

The battle formation was mixed with some servants carrying siege ladders and large blocks of shields.

The shield is a movable cover, mostly made of wooden boards, which can protect archers entering the castle's range. A shield can provide about the protection of three archers.

"Arrow ready!"

When the enemy entered the range of the bow and arrow, under Bill's order, the archers on the village wall raised arrows and set them on the bows, aiming at the soldiers rushing towards the farmland outside the village wall.

"Shoot the arrow!"

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..."

The crisp sound of bowstrings sounded on the village wall, and the deadly arrows flew towards the serf soldiers and mercenaries with howling sounds breaking through the air.

The mercenaries skillfully raised their shields, and the arrows had no way to deal with them.

However, those serf soldiers who only wore simple cold clothes were in trouble.

Most serf soldiers were not equipped with shields, and they were simply chopping firewood axes, wooden hammers, sickles and pitchforks, and had no ability to defend against long-range weapons.

Despite this, the first round of shots did not cause much casualties to them.

"Try to shoot and kill those serf soldiers without shields, and those serf soldiers carrying ladders to charge!" Seeing that the first round of shooting had little effect, Bill only knocked down three unlucky serf soldiers, so he issued a new order to the Archery Team.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..."

"Oh woo!" A big bearded serf soldier's throat was shot through by an arrow.

He couldn't help but throw away his weapon, knelt on the ground, touched the arrow in his throat with his dirty hands, coughing up blood foam, as if he wanted to save his life that was about to be lost.

Some serf soldiers who were hit on the chest and abdomen by arrows were staggered and fell to the ground by the huge kinetic energy of the arrows and the violent pain. Blood could not stop flowing out of the wound.

"Damn!"
To be continued...