European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 103 Temporary Arming
The dusk was heavy, and a blood-red sunset was imprinted on the horizon. It didn't look like the manor was resting at sunset. After the day's production work, the leaders took turns to monitor everything around the manor.

Some of the residents had previously participated in the Civil Self-Defense Forces, and now they are entrusted with important tasks to protect and protect the manor. They patrol the streets of the manor non-stop, and will respond to any emergency. The first mobile support in the past.

The defensive layout of the entire manor, not only limited to the avenue facing the entrance of the city, but also the path facing away, and the surrounding forests that cannot be passed through, are all under all-round surveillance.

The flickering torches surged in the dark, as long as there was any alarm around, the periphery would quickly enter a state of alert, and the leaders of the entire manor would quickly gather to meet the enemy.

Li Peijun directly sits in the center of the manor, the former residence of the lord that has been abandoned for a long time, as long as the outer defense line can last until midnight, and when his lord skills are recharged, the overall defense of the manor can be greatly improved .

On the one hand, the defense line reports every 15 minutes, and on the other hand, it is anxiously waiting for the news from Honfleur. Li Peijun simulated the possible attack route of the rebel nobles on the sketch drawn by Cohen.

If the opponent is dispatched in an all-out force, the approximate total force is no more than 200, and there are about 40 to 50 knights equipped with horses. The most likely route of attack is to rush directly from the wide front road, but it does not rule out cavalry attacking from the front, and infantry outflanking. The situation after winding.

"Pass my order, the extra firewood will be temporarily built into a horse-repelling array and placed in front, and some people will be sent to guard the missing wooden fences in the manor fiefdom, and there must be no business trips."

After Li Peijun gave the order, he summoned Birmingham and Weiner to come in for discussion.

"What is the maximum number of mobilized people in the manor?"

"Report to the lord, apart from the old, weak, sick and disabled, at most 240 militiamen can be mobilized." Birmingham nodded.

Although 240 has a slight advantage in numbers, it is far from enough to face the professionally trained and prepared knights.

"What about the production progress of weapons and armor?" Li Peijun then asked.

"Reporting to Lord Lord, 58 wooden iron guns, [-] wooden shields, and [-] wooden and iron shields have been made. The stock of materials is exhausted, and we can only make a hundred sets." Weiner bowed slightly and apologized. The current working status is reported again.

The assembly rate of this personnel is not more than half, and it is really full of firepower. It is just over [-]% of the armed level until the next morning. Li Peijun is helpless, after all, it happened too suddenly, and he has no combat preparations on his side.

"Okay, back off."

Li Peijun, who had nothing to do, had no choice but to send everyone away, and he settled down to study with great concentration, hoping to find a breakthrough in tactics and tactics.

night hafleur

"You mean that no one was found, and those guys disappeared as if the world had evaporated?" A voice questioned the person at the opposite table, who lowered his head timidly, not daring to face it.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Possant. When the little ones rushed into the monastery, they turned the monastery upside down. They didn't see where the lord's confidants were. They shouldn't be in the monastery at that time." The man hurriedly frightened It explained why.

Possang was furious, and jumped up against the table and said: "You bastard, you can't do anything well with money. I really don't know what's the use of supporting you gangsters on weekdays."

"Everyone boasted about how strong they are and how smart their brains are, but what happened? You can't even catch a few people. With your IQ, you should go back to the dock to move the goods with peace of mind."

Possant was so angry that he blew his nose and stared, and said all kinds of ugly words, but the man just stood there, trembling without saying a word.

"No one is reliable, and those nobles are just a bunch of pig heads who are blind to money. They can let the prey that has entered the cage be let go. I really don't know what they are eating."

The man shrank into a dwarf and responded solemnly: "Master Posang said that no one can match your strategy."

"Fart, if my strategy really works, what I see now should be a corpse with a tragic death, or a slave begging for mercy, but I'm still like a waste, thinking about what to do next. How to do it."

Possant was so angry that he even scolded himself.

"Why don't we sneak into the monastery tonight for a night attack." The man took the opportunity to respond again.

"Are you stupid for moving goods, or is the sea breeze blowing too much and your brain is flooded? Who would be so stupid to stay there at night after being attacked in the morning? If you go now, you will end up with two things. Either miss the air, or fall into an ambush."

Possant cursed again and again: "Your brain should really be kicked by a horse. Thinking about things like this might be enlightening. Bruno must be hiding in his fief at this time, and the surrounding area is heavily guarded. , our strength alone is not enough to break through."

"Lord Possang's lesson is, what should we do next?" The man bowed his body and waited for orders, and reprimanded him flatteringly and lovably.

"Joining hands with the two nobles of Auster and Kaqi, the price can be increased a little bit. Since they took this step with us, now we are a grasshopper on the line." Possant sneered. road.

"There is no turning back. Either you will become famous or you will be decapitated. I have suppressed it for too long. Perhaps this moment should have come earlier."

Posang suddenly fell into a state of madness. He was talking crazily there alone. Seeing this situation, the people who were attached to him had to retreat angrily, leaving Posang alone.

In the dark night, only the public facilities on the street were lit with stars, and the man found the way to his residence on the dock with the aid of the vague markers.

"Mr. Henry, long time no see." A kind greeting came from a dark corner.

"You... who are you?" Henry panicked, and reached into his pocket, holding the hidden dagger tightly.

"It's me, little Possang, good evening." Simple and honest Possang came out from the shadows, and greeted him respectfully.

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Henry's vigilance relaxed a bit, and he took out his hand hidden in his bosom robe.

"Today my elder brother ordered me to take the strong man to the warehouse to check the goods. Mr. Henry is rarely absent. Do you think the pay is too low? After all, it is all manual work."

Henry smiled, nodded and said: "Yes, after all, this kind of work is naturally not to be looked down on. The Patriarch has ordered me to do more important things." The second son was not treated well in the family.

"It's a pity to miss it like this every time." Passant was deeply moved, and waved goodbye again, "Don't bother Mr. Henry, Mr. Henry, go slowly."

"Goodbye, little Passant." Henry took a step perfunctorily.

A sharp sword pierced through the back, and only the crisp sound of the short dagger landing was heard, and everything returned to silence.

(End of this chapter)