Awakening on the Thirty-fourth

A subtle and progressive atmosphere filled the tent. No one spoke, and there was something else flashing in people's eyes.

"Ashu Rufate, come here." Leo took Ashu Rufate to the uninhabited place at the door of the tent.

"You can't do this, the soldiers are already exhausted. There is no special reason why they can continue to fight like this, which will make the entire army dissatisfied."

"I have no choice. Leo, Thomas is about to die. Apart from Wolf Mouth Castle, I really can't think of any other way to get 'myill'! We must capture the castle as fast as possible."

"But do you know how many people will oppose you? I know you love Thomas, and I am the same! I also want to get a Pegasus and fly directly to Wolfkou Castle! But haste will not reach it!" Leo looked at Ashurufate angrily. "If the soldiers develop resentment, if the knights are dissatisfied with you, what will you do to siege the city? We have been in Derek for so long, and you should be very clear about how much strength it takes to siege the city! If the soldiers don't have the courage, if the soldiers refuse to charge, if the soldiers avoid the battle, then many troops will be useless! We really can't be too hasty at this time."

"but……"

"If we arrive at Wolfkou Castle but cannot capture the city, then Thomas will be hopeless!" Leo clenched his fists. "We can only rely on those detachable siege towers to conquer Wolfkou Castle. You know very well that these things can only be used once! The second enemy will be prepared, and the siege battle can only be done in one go! There is no second chance!"

The cold wind in the early spring night blew, blowing on the faces of the two, making them particularly cold.

"Leo, you are right." Ashu Rufate finally spoke. "Let's take a day off, carefully clean the battlefield, deal with the wounded and prisoners, and then set off..."

"I'll tell them, you don't go in," said Leo. "I'll tell them that you're just excited."

Leo walked into the tent, leaving only Ashrufate standing alone in the cold wind of the night. He looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sky was full of stars, but a meteor crossed the sky and fell in an unknown distance. According to legend, the fall of a meteor represents the death of a mortal hero. At this moment, I don’t know who lost his life.

He heard the strange footsteps, and when he turned his head to look, he unexpectedly saw the female prophet Feier. Feier smiled and looked at him with an indescribable expression.

"Miss Fei'er..." He was a little surprised. Fei'er came, and Thomas...

"General Thomas wants to see you, Earl."

A few minutes later, Ashu Rufat came to Thomas's tent. The stinking smell of the wound's pus still existed, but Thomas was already half lying and leaning there, with a smile on his pale face.

"Mr. Thomas!" Ashu Rufate shouted in surprise. "Are you awake?"

"I have heard from Fei'er that you won today." Thomas smiled. This smile touched his injuries, and made his face look painful instantly. "Excellent victory. How did you think of bringing the militia together? Are you not afraid that they will be defeated in one fight? You must know that the knights, even the trainee knights, look down on the militia and think that the militia has no combat effectiveness."

"It was Duncan's inspiration for me." Ashu Rufate answered truthfully.

"Duncan?"

"You may have forgotten that it was the knight you canonized after we defeated the Greyhound in the mountains. He was originally just a militia captain. Later, when Derek was defending the city, he and I went to attack the Paro people at night, and died bravely in front of me." When talking about Duncan, Ashu Rufate couldn't help feeling sad. There was also William Daly, and many others.

"Since you have become a knight, you must strictly follow the way of the knight. It is his glory to sacrifice his life bravely on the battlefield. The God of Nature will accept his noble soul." Thomas said. "What inspiration did he give you?"

"A militia, after being named a knight, will become extremely brave. Moreover, his martial arts are not inferior to other knights at all. Later I discovered that many "militia" were not really chosen randomly among ordinary peasants. Most of the militias are hereditary... Many militias were born in militia families, served in military service from generation to generation, and supported themselves and their families with the lord's salary, spoils and rewards. Some even accompanied the lord's sons to participate in training since childhood. However, on the battlefield, their performance was far less excellent than that of the trainee knights. Therefore,

I think the key lies in both equipment and morale. The militia have poor equipment and their morale is far less than that of the knights. Especially in terms of morale, the knights pursue honor and have more supervision behind the court of honor. If the knights escape on the battlefield, they have to face the trial of the court of honor. Once they are convicted of guilt, they will be confiscated and their titles will be deprived... For the knights, this is a fate that is more terrible than death. No one has the time to care about the militia's escape on the battlefield. Their escape will be almost punished."

"You're right..." Thomas thought for a moment. "But it's very difficult to increase the morale of the militia in a short period of time. Everyone, including themselves, thinks that militias are far inferior to knights, and they don't think it's shameful to lose and escape. Only when the situation is dominant, or under the harsh eyes of the knights, can they fight better...how did you solve this problem?"

"But if they fight seriously, their combat effectiveness is actually quite good. That's why I asked some knights to mix up with them and fight on foot together so that they can better supervise them. I also stay with them and try to improve their courage. In fact, it proves my judgment. In fact, there is still a lot of combat potential among militias. I still remember when you first enthroned two militia captains as knights. At that time, I remember that all militias were eager to try and eager to show themselves in battle. They should be very eager to become knights."

Thomas smiled again.

"Smart decision...Ashu Rufate did a great job. But you have to know that your approach will bring you future troubles. If you force them to dismount and fight with the militia, they will feel humiliated. Others will think that you are sacrificing other people's self-esteem to improve your reputation, which will cause great disadvantages to you personally."

"I don't care." Ashu Rufate replied.

Thomas suddenly stared at Ashu Rufate's face with a penetrating gaze. As long as there was a trace of lies in his expression, he would definitely be discovered.

Thomas quickly staggered his eyes. It would be very impolite to stare at a person's face like this.

"The usual ideal of militiamen is to become a militia captain or a horse entourage. In this way, once they cannot continue to serve in the army, they can also get a decent job - many knight widows or merchants need such people as their escorts or assistants. If they are injured and disabled, the country will be responsible for arranging them a choreographer. Becoming a knight is the dream of militiamen - an unattainable dream. Ashurufate, if you can dream into reality, or even just make your dream less out of reach, you will find how amazing courage and strength will burst out from ordinary people."

Thomas seemed to have tried his best to finish this sentence, and then he waved his hand. "Ashurufate, let your 'deputies' and Leo come to see me."

"Mr. Thomas, your body... needs more rest."

"I know my physical condition myself. Call them over and you can leave." Thomas ordered in an unquestionable tone.

It was already late, and the temperature at early spring nights was actually not much better than in winter. The militia in several camps had just changed their guards and were keeping warm by a campfire that had not yet been extinguished, rubbing hands and stamping their feet.

Ash Rufate stood alone in this open space. Recently, his physique has become stronger and stronger, and it can be called invincible with cold and heat. Although his skin can feel the temperature changes, he does not feel cold at all - although he is not wearing a few clothes. He suddenly remembered something, as if his body changes rapidly after every bloody battle. It seems that his power is becoming stronger and stronger with the killing.

This thought made him feel a chill.

Behind him was the sound of footsteps, and Ashu Rufat recognized the footsteps of the female prophet Feier without turning back.

"Earl, aren't you resting?" Fei'er's voice sounded soft. I don't know who said that the female prophets are cold and arrogant and inaccessible. As it turns out, that is at most for strangers. After a long-term contact, you will find that the female prophets are actually not that exaggerated. After all, they are also human beings.

"I'm not tired... Maybe I'm too excited to win the battle just now." Ashu Rufate replied with a self-deprecating answer.

"Actually, it was nothing that Lord Thomas summoned those people. He just met them once, chatted for a few words, and explained that this time the knights were given a staircase battle. Also, he emphasized that he was not feeling well and that the specific matters of the future battle would be entrusted to you."

"What did you say?"

"He is just helping you take responsibility. Don't worry, Lord Thomas has great prestige in Casilos and is admired by all the Casilos knights. Letting the knights dismount and fight with the militia will not have any negative effects on him. Everyone will only praise his skillful military use, creative and forward-looking. And no one will accuse him of hurting the honor of the knight in order to pursue personal reputation. This is politics."

"Is this politics? What Thomas can do...I can't..." Ashu Rufate thought of Thomas enduring the pain, pretending to be full of energy and taking responsibility for him. He felt a pain in his heart when he thought of Thomas's smile that would cause his wounds to be affected.

"How was Thomas' injury?" he asked.

"I don't want to hide it, Earl. But General Thomas... I'm afraid it will last for twenty days. 'Myrrell', you must get 'Myrrell', otherwise there will be no hope. Even the blessings of the God of Nature cannot protect General Thomas."

Ashu Rufat suddenly took a step forward and hugged Fei'er. This sudden action made Fei'er panic. However, although she was panicked, she did not resist.

"Thank you, Miss Feier." Ashu Rufate whispered. "Thank you for helping me take care of Thomas."
Chapter completed!