Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 85

   Chapter 85 Eighty-five · Camping in the heather (please subscribe)

   A few civilians and spearmen repaired the defensive buildings of the outer camp, built more sentry towers, dug deep trenches, and arranged wooden blocks to resist horses.

  Humans are just reinforcements. What the heather land really needs is the defense of the wood elves. Of course, Laylen and Lord Draven will allocate a small amount of garrison troops to assist the elves.

   The casualties were barely within the acceptable range.

More than 400 Beastmen were wiped out. The combined forces of humans and wood elves also paid the price of 34 killed, 8 seriously injured, and 27 slightly injured. The temporary defense facilities in the camp were almost completely destroyed, and the battle damage was as high as 6 :1, it's an uncompromising victory.

Among the casualties, there was only one Ranger Knight, two Eternal Guards, and two halberdiers. Most of the rest were poorly equipped Imperial Swordsmen and Spearmen. The proportion of injured people was also the same. many.

  Fortunately, the Beastmen seriously lacked long-range firepower, and the human archers and crossbowmen were almost full. The only drawback was that in a round of battle, the long-range suppression consumed more than three-fifths of the logistical reserves.

  The people who fought hard all day sat around the roaring bonfire, and the human soldiers sat on the ground in groups of three and five, enjoying a large piece of black bread and a large bowl of barley porridge.

The sergeants of Oak Village had a more generous meal, with minced meat sandwiched in thick cakes, stews and boiled chickpea rice placed by the campfire, served at will, and an extra glass of ale and a large bowl for each person The broth made those imperial swordsmen and spearmen gluttonous, and even the ranger knights sent by the Earl of Delavan could not eat such a sumptuous meal.

  Out of the comradeship of fellow soldiers and fellow soldiers who fought side by side, Laylen still provided them with broth.

  The warmth from the inside out dispels the cold wind in the forest.

  The short-term tranquility after the war was very useful, while the wood elves stayed in the tents they had set up. Fresh vegetables, fruits and clean water were enough for them to regain their strength.

  In the largest tent in the middle of the camp, a bonfire kept the temperature inside the tent as normal.

  The ground that was originally dissatisfied with the pebbles and fallen leaves cut out a flat surface. The kingdom knights used warhammers to ram the ground to ensure that the big tent would not collapse. After cleaning the interior of the tent, several attendants brought animal skins and carpets and laid them all.

  The blue sheep roasted on the barbecue grill, the surface of the roasted golden and tender mutton, drips a few drops of grease from time to time, after the flame rises, it falls in an instant.

   The elves took out the incense rarely, adding some unusual flavors to the tent

The two kingdom knights, the sorceress Rosa Mina, the female elf Katarina, and the woodland lord sat in a circle, and the meat cutter cut the extremely smooth lamb meat, and placed it in the wooden trays, fruit wine. The strong fragrance exudes a pleasant smell.

Nicas Francis took a big sip. Although he was hungry, he still maintained his chivalrous demeanor and etiquette, at least much better than that of the white wolf knight: "I have to say, Laren, how much you care about the soldiers under your command is far from the best. Much better than the nobles I know. Ten years ago, I was a knight, a knight. I spent the whole day among the mercenaries. As soon as I opened my eyes, I would fight endlessly. I helped that knight today and fought another lord tomorrow. I ate in a daze, and I lived in a daze."

"Your Excellency Francis, as a ranger knight, why do you want to be a mercenary?" the sorceress asked, patting her palm, she put her staff aside, covered her body with a woolen blanket to keep warm, and behaved during dinner. grace.

   "Oh, the beautiful lady Rosamina, the living conditions of the knights in the north are far less comfortable than those in the south." Nicas Francis laughed.

   He learned from Lallen that Rosa Mina was from Rickland, and her background was not low. It is understandable that she has insufficient knowledge of the northern knights.

The knights of the kingdom who were proclaimed by the Elector Boris sighed: "Not every knight is born with a golden spoon, there are always the second sons of the little lords or the unfortunate eldest sons of the family, and they have few inherited from their fathers. They only have the title of knight, the worn-down armor that has been passed down for countless years, and a long sword with rust stains. Although the origin can't decide everything, it at least gives them a chance, a shortcut to rely on force."

   The two wood elves in the tent pricked up their ears and listened carefully. What Eslai likes to do is to enjoy food around the bonfire in the forest after a victory, and share the wonderful stories heard from all sides with the tribe.

   Obviously the deeds of a knight in the human kingdom are worth their record.

According to the records of a great noble in the kingdom of knights, wood elves also love the epic adventures recited by human bards, so that after the same story has been circulated for a few years, dozens or even hundreds of elves will flow out of the forest.” reprint".

   "I think Your Excellency Francis is one of the examples of what I said." Lallen smiled, his complexion looking much better.

"Laylen is right. From the impoverished small noble family, step by step, the experience of staying with the mercenaries for several years is like a day, anyone will be fed up with the boring and bloody, However, with the blessing of the goddess of luck, I hacked to death a giant on the northern coast of Nordland, and received the approval of the earl and the award of the elector."

Nicas Francis shrugged and continued as if caught in memory: "The life of a ranger knight is worth remembering, not someone who goes on a mission and accepts employment can earn dozens or even hundreds of gold coins, a simple caravan escort."

   "If the trip goes smoothly, the reward will be barely enough and the armor will be refurbished. If there is a sudden incident such as an ogre, the escorted caravan will be completely lost, and the meager employment fee will not even be enough to repair the chain armor~"

"There won't be an animal skin blanket to keep you warm, there won't be any moments of indifference, not even a decent canopy." With that said, Francis picked up the roast lamb on the plate with a dagger, staring at him: " I went through the hardest time in the early days of running around, a small piece of lamb like this, I had to replace it with a breastplate, and they gave me a small piece of unremarkable, unremoved, **** old lamb, Tal God, if you sacrifice food that is so disgusting, you will definitely get the most severe punishment."

  There are various beliefs in the empire. It is not surprising that the knights believe in Taal, the **** of nature, especially the mercenary knights who wander around all the year round. The **** of nature is their biggest support.

"I'm afraid Uric, the **** of white wolves, won't let them go easily. A new Uric shrine has been built in my territory, and many believers in the **** of white wolves have gathered. Those monks in wolf skins like it the most. Make trouble." Lallen's tone contained a hint of helplessness.

"Haha~ The territory of Lord Lallen must be very suitable for me. Taal believers and Urik believers get along well, just like the brotherhood of the two gods." Nicas Francis smiled unobtrusively, while holding his hand The meat cutting is incessant.

  Lyren smiled and joked: "In this case, wouldn't there be more troublemakers in my territory?"

   "Haha~~~"

  The flesh of the blue mutton is firm, and the aroma of the bonfire is stirred up.

  Laylen handed a short knife with a few pieces of barbecue skewered to Katarina, who was sitting cross-legged beside him: "Eat more, it will be used to offset it once."

  "Hmm~" The female elf was really hungry, and the grilled meat tasted really good, which aroused her strong appetite. After taking the grilled meat, she ate it sweetly.

  The woodland lord with thick lines on his cheeks held up a glass of water, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes looking at the kingdom knight were obviously sour, but he swallowed it calmly.

Laren and Katarina's almost intimacy made Olasif feel very comfortable. Queen Marist's maid directly took the food handed over by humans without any hesitation. Moreover, in Olasif In cognition, Lailun subconsciously did not deal with him, and the estrangement could not be smoothed out in a short time.

"Are those goblins approaching us? Wandering around the heather is a lot of pressure on ordinary soldiers." The bottom of the pre-set iron pot was boiling hot, and Lallen cut the lamb into small pieces and put it into the iron pot. With the addition of various seasonings and vegetables, he intends to make a pot of broth.

"They came for the life energy of the heather. Now the heather is gradually reviving. It is a delicacy for the beasts and forest goblins. When the time is right, they will grab the heather back in one fell swoop." The female elf Katari Na answered his question.

   "Well, the priority now is, what do we do? Let those **** goblins go around us?" Francis asked, spreading his palms.

  Lairn didn't speak. He took out a spoon and slowly stirred the ingredients in the iron pot. The aroma wafting from the iron pot made his index finger move.

". There is also unfortunate news. My mana has been exhausted, and the effect of the magic recovery potion will be greatly reduced. It will take a few days to recover." Sorceress Rosa Mina smelled the fragrance in the iron pot and said faintly. : And the winds of magic in this woodland are gradually calming down, and it is difficult for my staff to draw mana from nature. "

  "." Lallen remained silent.

   He was thinking about another bold idea, waiting for a group of key people to arrive.

   "Do you want to eat some bread? The hard brown bread is dipped in the broth, and the taste is better than that of roast meat." Laren took out the bread basket and butter and said to everyone in the tent.

The black bread eaten by ordinary soldiers is not rye bread. As the most popular and basic low-level food on the mainland, black bread baked in long black strips is a small amount of wheat ground into powder, and then sifted through wheat husks and straws. Bran, sometimes mixed with some sawdust and mud.

The poorer the Electoral Province, the stronger the smell of wood chips. If such raw materials are mixed and baked for a little longer, the brown bread will be as hard as a stone. In Nordland and Osterland, The master baker often mixes a little animal dung as leavening yeast, and the baked black bread is as hard as a brick.

Of course, what Laylen prepared was not black bread worth a copper coin. In order to spread the road, the big-bellied businessman Atrull Ofran specially gave many things to the knights of the kingdom, including a few bags of Rick's nobles. Rye Flour.

  Cane sugar imported from the southern kingdom is paired with black bread made of high-quality rye flour. This bread is soft and delicious, full of wheat flavor, and can be regarded as a rare special food for aristocrats.

  Nicus Francis thought that Lallen was in a good position to win, and had already figured out a way to deal with the goblins. He happily took a bowl of broth and black bread, tore it into small pieces, dipped it in the soup and ate it.

The other people in the tent did not refuse either. The richer the dinner, the better. The woodland lord who lived in the forest for a long time was also attracted by the human food. Spend.

  In the outer circle of the camp, dozens of torches illuminated the surrounding darkness.

  The soldiers standing on the outpost, armed with torches, vigilantly observed the forest outside the heathland. During the day, the battlefield where the beastmen attacked has already been cleaned up, leaving only the tip of the wooden horse and a few conspicuous bloodstains.

Soon the sentry soldiers noticed a strange noise, and more than a dozen figures came out from the depths of the woods and kept approaching, which attracted the attention of the archers. Two or three archers on the sentry tower were quietly pulling their long bows. Get the guys in the black cloaks.

   "Ready to shoot!"

   "Take off your cloaks! Do as I say! Immediately!"

   A dozen or so uninvited guests who emerged from the forest took off their camouflages as the heathland defenders shouted loudly.

The leader is dressed as a ranger, wearing a wolfskin cloak, with a longbow and two jugs of feather arrows behind him, a short sword and a musket hanging from his waist, and under the lifted hood, the most familiar picture of the Oak Village soldier is revealed. 's face.

  The hero stationed in the Macedonian fortress in the north of the territory, Albert Tarenda.

   Followed by a dozen forest hunters, all dressed as rangers, with leather jackets and boots, as well as jungle cloaks for concealment. Everyone is a good bowman and is very good at fighting in the forest.

   The halberd battalion commander, Gavin, greeted him, and at his signal, several imperial swordsmen moved away from the wooden horses that were blocking the way.

   "Albert! 弱. Why are you here? Lord Laren told you, right?" The commander of the halberd battalion opened his arms, his tone was unexpectedly surprised.

   "My subordinates and I have already discovered the forest goblin tribe, and now Lord Laren is waiting for my news." Albert grinned and hugged Gavin, who immediately nodded and moved out of the way.

   More rangers came out of the forest without making a sound.

  In the largest tent, everyone had just finished dinner, and everyone was in a relaxed state. It could be seen that everyone was very tired.

   "My lord!" Outside the tent, an abrupt muffled voice sounded.

   The next second, Albert stepped into the camp in front of everyone's eyes.

"Time is running out, we must seize this opportunity and take advantage of the opportunity to destroy the giant spider and the goblin shaman." After listening to Albert's report a few minutes later, Laylen stood up and said, "We've wasted too much time. , go now."

   "Where to?" Nicas Francis has been in a circle since a group of rangers entered the tent.

   He has been thinking about a question, how many back-ups did Layen prepare in advance for this war.

   "My lord, do you need to call in an army?" asked the ranger stationed in the Macedonian fortress.

   "No." The Kingdom Knight shook his head and walked out of the tent: "The fewer people, the better, Francis, Katarina, and Olasif Piazza, we're leaving!"

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