Rise In Calradia

"It's another heavy rain, nothing worse than this."

With thunder rumbling and heavy rain pouring down, Byron and Ken pulled open the curtains of the camp, vigorously tossed the water droplets on the armor, constantly complaining about the weather.

However, the inside of the tent is not much higher than the outside. The ground becomes very muddy due to water seepage, the food that is moldy and rotting in the entanglement of moisture, there are mice that shuttle in the corners and countless fleas on them. But the worst part is that this tent belongs to Byron himself!

At this time, the serious baron of Swadia, a rich man with hundreds of thousands of dinars, squatted wet by the fire like a beggar in the city, his face was as bad as the recent weather.

"You know, Fatis, I used to want to be a noble lord and live a comfortable life, watching civilians and soldiers salute me. Now I am a nobleman, and the soldiers call me adults and salute me. , But I feel that my life is not as good as when I was a mercenary."

Byron put a blanket on himself and moved closer to the fire, but he still couldn't stop the clammy moisture, and he shuddered.

"As a nobleman, I always have to give something, my lord, come to the Spice Bar. I just heated it up."

Fatis, who had been in the tent for a while, helped Byron to remove the water-stained armor, and threw it to Johnny*Gold to wipe it with his hands. Take out the copper jug ​​from the fire and pour a full glass of mulled wine for Byron. The Calradia medical community generally believes that this expensive drink can ward off the cold.

"Take my armor too, boy."

After Byron found a piece of dry animal skin and spread it on the ground and sat down, Ken Ladd also took off his plate armor and handed it to Johnny. Although the other party was a little reluctant, he finally accepted it.

"Don't let me sit aside, Fatis, give me a glass of that wine. I am not a knight or a nobleman, and I can't live such a good life, but I don't want to suffer from freezing and suffering in this muddy ground all the time."

Ken pulls sitting on the muddy ground very naturally. He doesn't mind the gazes of the two people next to him. He takes off his wet shirts, shirtless and showing scars. The water dripped from his hair, fell into the glass that Fattis handed him, and mixed with the steaming mulled wine. Kenrad saw the turbid drops of water dripping into the wine, shrugged indifferently, then raised his hand and put the mulled wine into his mouth.

"This time is not suitable for starting a war."

Fattis also sat down, and while baking his clothes that were not dry, he chatted with Byron and the others.

"It has been raining lately, the land is muddy, diseases are raging, and there are rats everywhere in the camp. The soldiers have been complaining."

Fattis took the fire stick and stabbed the charcoal in the fire, and whispered to Byron:

"You just came back from outside. You should know what our morale is like. The king chose a good battlefield, the terrain is flat and suitable for cavalry operations. But in this case, our advantage will be lost, and our sick soldiers will not be able to fight. "

After Fatis finished speaking, Byron nodded and sighed very dissatisfied.

"I have even worse news. King Haraus rejected the earls' suggestion. He didn't want to wait until other troops arrived or the weather improved before attacking. He asked us to set off to the battlefield tomorrow to attack the Nord camp. , This is simply a nightmare."

When Byron reached the last two sentences, every word was spoken through gritted teeth.

"Damn it!"

When Kenrad was dissatisfied, he drank the whole glass of mulled wine in one gulp, was choked with a cough, and threw out the pottery cup like a vent.

The cup fell on the ground and rolled a few times on the damp soil, but it was unscathed, which made Kenrad even more angry.

"Everything is terrible, whether it's the **** of the weather or those arrogant nobles! What do you know what the lads say? They all think this battle is a mistake, can't get a few sons, and have to talk to Nord in this horrible place. People fighting, the group of northerners fighting is simply crazy! If they know that they will be on the battlefield tomorrow, there will be endless complaints, so don't expect them to do anything."

Kenrad vented his dissatisfaction very rarely, and Fattis and Byron also listened silently, without any intention of interrupting him. Since arriving in this camp, they have suffered a lot of unfair treatment. The king and many nobles rejected Byron because he was from a humble background and richer than them. The Peony mercenary, the main battle force of Byron's subordinates, was very angry with the endless satire and poor supply of the noble knights, and the two sides almost fought several times. They are not interested in this unsophisticated job, and their morale is low.

"Well, Kenrad. Enough talk. But at this point we have no choice at this time. The war will kick off tomorrow. We must arrive on the battlefield on time, otherwise King Harous will definitely take care of me. , You must know that he has been waiting for this excuse for a long time."

When Kenra was tired, Byron handed him his wine, hoping to calm him down.

"We should complain less and prepare more. After all, the king has sent someone to tell us that we will take the lead in the battle tomorrow and face the Nordic army head-on."

Kenra almost squirted the wine out of his mouth. Although he had heard the news from Byron before, every time he thought about it, he felt like he wanted to scold his mother. After all, the job of leading the battle is not something that any unit can handle. It is either an absolute elite or a cannon fodder to test firepower. Their soldiers must rush to the forefront, accept the compliments and praises of the soldiers behind them, and by the way bear the worst casualties in the entire army.

"Frontal impact is basically a dead end, but it is difficult for us to adjust tactics. After all, His Majesty has already formulated a strategy."

Fatis analyzed the current situation and the situation that he might face when he goes into battle tomorrow, and the result is totally unhappy.

"The heavy rain made the flat land become muddy like a swamp, and it would be very difficult for our cavalry to attack~www.readwn.com~ the gunpowder could not burn. In contrast, the heavy rain also prevented their archers from using it normally. Bows and arrows, but throwing axes and javelins will not be affected too much. I suggest moving forward safely and not keeping too far away from other friendly forces. It is best to attract them to actively attack, so that we can hold their offensive and attack. Their flanks. And King Haraus’s troops can take advantage of the situation to attack, eat some Nord’s forward troops, force the rest of the troops back, and win.” Fatis struck a few fire sticks on the ground, Used to explain the tactics you think of.

"So, this is the tactic of King Harous?"

"Not all, most of them are my guess. After all, the king only told us to go to a certain position to attack, and nothing else. In fact, if there is still such a heavy rain tomorrow, I am afraid that we will even have our own side. We can’t see the queue clearly. In that case, our troubles will be even greater."

Fatis answered with embarrassment, but Byron didn't mean to blame him.

"It's okay, Fatis, we all know that this is King Harous's problem. He doesn't trust us and wants to use our strength deliberately. Just follow the battle layout. By the way, tell our soldiers and let them protect. Good myself, I don't want to take up my entire army for Harous."

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