Chapter 392： "big army" (1/2)

Leslie Collar, Tanzan Town, tall and thin, Viscount Andrew went to the wall and looked at the direction of the quayside at the lookout point of the city wall.

The newly built wharf tower stands on the banks of the Baishui River. The beautiful spires of the tower reflect the fantastic brilliance in the sunlight. Under the tower, thousands of sails pass by the Baishui River. Large and small ships are like busy ants. The entire river is a busy scene.

This busy and lively scene began last year.

A cool breeze blew, and the throat that became sensitive because of overdose of the potion suddenly became uncomfortable. Viscount Andrew Leslie couldn’t help but make a few severe coughs. The butler standing by the side immediately stepped forward and would warm up. The long coat is draped over his master.

The butler who has been recruited for less than a year is a little worried: "You should go back to rest as a Viscount."

“Blowing the cold wind helps to calm down,” Andrew said casually, his eyes retracted from the dock and swept through the new warehouse, the mill and the Xicheng District. He suddenly sighed, “It’s so fast.”

The housekeeper did not hear: "What?"

The newly recruited butler was reliable and his brains were still flexible, but after all, the time was short, and there was a lack of tacit understanding between himself and the Viscount Andrew. He sighed slightly in this respect, then shook his head and took some unpleasant memories out of his mind: Nothing. The messenger is still waiting in the castle?"

"Yes," the butler nodded. "The Count of Hosman waits for your reply."

The Viscount Andrew was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "You said, who will win this war?"

"...Gavin? The Duke of Cecil is not good," the steward hesitated, whispering, knowing that his master and the Duke of Gaowen were very close, but loyalty required him to say at this time that he really The idea, "even if he is a legend, he has only a few thousand people in his hand, but the Count of Hosman has organized a tens of thousands of people..."

Viscount Andrew is undecided: "The tens of thousands of ‘big army’...”

With the mobilization ability of this era, coupled with the desolate and decadent situation of the Southland itself, it is indeed a great number to call on tens of thousands of troops. After all, the largest aristocrats here will also go to the count, and the number of private soldiers that can be maintained is There are limits.

After thinking for a few seconds, Viscount Andrew looked at his housekeeper: "It seems that you should respond to the call of Count Horsman as soon as possible, so as to stand on the side of the winner as soon as possible."

The butler bowed his head deeply: "My advice is of no importance. I am just a steward and I don't have enough ability to understand your career."

Andrew felt a bit boring, licking his mouth at the angle that the housekeeper couldn't see, and then looking at the slingers on the wall. The trebuchets were heading towards the White River. A century ago, the ancestors of the Lesley family relied on this. Facing the walls of the river to resist the robbers and fugitives attacked from the waterway, it was the time when the Ansu civil strife was just over, and the South was far less secure than it is today. Now that a hundred years have passed, these slingers on the wall have been changed several times because of decay and fragility, but they have not been used for a long time.

Another cold wind blew, the wind on the wall seemed to be particularly irritating to the lungs. The prince wrapped his wraps and coughed twice: "Let's go back, the messenger of Count Horsman has waited For a long time."

The butler immediately followed: "Yes."

"Add another copy of the 'newspaper' issued by Cecil, and the information about the "Aristocratic Reform Act" and the "Land Distribution Law" that they promoted. I will find some for me... I have to Learn about it."

A large army is gathering in the northern region.

In addition to the 20,000 troops assigned to the Earl of Peibo, the 50,000 as the main force has been in place for more than ten days of mobilization and gathering. The continuous camps and flags are on the plain in the southwest of the Carroll region. Spreading up, it’s like an unprecedented market.

There are dozens of army troops from all over the South, from the Baron to the Earl, all the glorious and orthodox bloods are brought together. Each of the nobles brought in fewer than a hundred soldiers, and many of them reached thousands, and each camped on their own. They first allocated large areas according to the level of their noble loyalty, and then distributed them in this area according to the order of the gathering points, eventually forming a staggered, incomparably chaotic, diverse station.

Dozens of different flags fluttered over this huge platter. The camps were like labyrinths of intricate roads, wearing various colors, various armor, holding various flags, carrying various The accent's commanders ran around in the labyrinth of the labyrinth, yelling at the orders that only their own people could understand (or don't understand), and the chaos that broke out because of the wrong command happened only soon. Will be rushed out by the knights to stop.