Rise In Calradia

Outside the village in the northern part of Jairkala, curious children have gathered at the entrance of the village. They are jumping and jumping happily. The shouting can be heard a hundred paces away. Chickens and ducks run around in fright, attracting angry parents with sticks and shoes in their hands, ready to teach the restless kids a lesson.

But when the parents arrived at the entrance of the village and grabbed the naughty little ones, a voice interrupted their movements, and the shoes stopped in mid-air.

"Stop beating the children, auntie, pray for us, we will bring back victory for Rhodok." With hearty laughter, a group of militiamen from the south waved and walked past the entrance of the village. Thick chain armor, carrying a long machete, his face looks very relaxed and comfortable. But the villagers immediately put down their children and watched the group of soldiers leave. They knew that under the relaxed faces of those militiamen was a heavy responsibility, and they were carrying a heavy burden related to the rise and fall of Rhodok.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dignified. The villagers gathered at the entrance of the village and discussed the situation just now. Those naughty children had already held their heads and were ready to be beaten, but the actions of their parents now made them a little confused. Obviously they weren't beaten, but they all lowered their heads together, racking their brains to think about how big a basket they had stabbed to make the villagers become what they are now.

"Look, they're here again!"

But after a brief repression, the tender voice of the youngest child caught everyone's attention. They raised their heads and looked in the direction the child pointed, and saw a broad horse guided by four horses in two cavalry teams. escorted slowly northward. The carriage was a luxurious one that the villagers had never seen in their entire life, and the cavalry on both sides were also plate armor, chest and chain armor, and they were very mighty. But whether it is a beautiful carriage or a powerful cavalry, they do not have one thing that stands out, that is, the mountain bear logo engraved on the carriage.

"Long live the king! May the Lord always be by your side, may you live long, healthy and invincible!"

The villagers knelt down and offered their sincere blessings to their king. Even those children got down on one knee in the same way. But there were exceptions among them. The youngest child walked over curiously and looked at the carriage not far from the carriage. The cavalry next to the car frowned and wanted to go over and take the child away, but at this time there was a knocking sound from the car, and the cavalry stopped immediately and opened the window for His Majesty the King.

Griffith stuck his head out and glanced at the little boy who was looking at him curiously and excitedly. The little guy was not taller than his legs, but he showed courage and exploration that many adults do not have.

"Take it, child, and tell your family I'll protect them."

The king stretched out his hand from the car window, put a shiny gold dinar coin in the palm of the child's palm, and then closed the car window with a smile.

The king's motorcade continued north, but the procession of militia and soldiers would not stop there. After the villagers got up, they saw the endless motorcade and the soldiers who could not afford to lose, following the king's footsteps all the way north. The worries in their hearts soon turned into joy, and people went home and took out their homes. Even though they didn't have much after the earthquake, they still stuffed these dry rations to the soldiers who passed by. Of course, when the child threw gold coins into his mother's arms, many young men in the village were very excited. With the acquiescence of the elders, they went home and found the rusty swords and swords that their fathers used to defend their homeland. The spear, wearing some tattered soft armor, resolutely joined the team.

Just as the king thought, on his way to the north, there was a steady stream of soldiers and volunteers from the villages, towns and manors along the way. Among them were the village militia, whether they had received much training, but There are more than 400 armed peasants with strength and courage, veteran soldiers who can still take weapons, and nobles who are still willing to die for him and their private soldiers. In order to ensure the safety of the capital, King Griffith still left a third of his troops to guard Jerkala, and he took only 2,500 standing soldiers and militiamen to the north. With this size of troops, they faced the forces of Lord Kestor. Mercenary forces and coalition forces do not yet have sufficient advantages. But the king was sure that his people would be on his side, and it was.

While the army was advancing, the Count of Tubiton collected as much troops as possible around Aipolisburg, in addition to the necessary defensive forces, all assembled to the northern front, 700 regular troops composed of spearmen and crossbowmen. With 450 militiamen, it is enough to hold up one side of the battlefield in the next big battle. The king's personal expedition also won many soldiers between the villages and towns along the way, and the lords of the towns in the north and northwest of Jerkela also announced that they would defend the throne of King Griffith, and led their respective troops to participate in the war. The king arrived at the front first and expanded the defense line from less than 300 people to 800 people. The wall was further strengthened. Even if the rebels attacked, they could last for a while.

But even knowing that so many friendly troops would come to support, the old sergeant guarding the border wall was still not happy. He patrolled the fence every day, and as the towers got higher, the enemy camps he could see grew. It's not just the area, he can be sure~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Every day, more scattered troops will come from the north and enter the camp, which makes the camp very crowded and has to be expanded three times. , even approaching the ballista range of their outlying troops stopped.

In the opponent's camp, he could see many banners of the Rhodok nobles he remembered. Those noble lords who had lost their territories before were stationed in different areas and distinguished by flags, so it was very good to confirm the opponent's position and Approximate number of people. In addition, there are some scrambled flags, as well as the plaid flags so much loved by Calradian mercenaries, that are scattered all over the place, and apparently at least 20 different troops have joined the ranks of Lord Kestor. They ranged from a hundred to as few as a dozen, and their combat strengths were also different, but the number added up to quite a few. The sergeant can be sure that he even saw the **** peony flag once! The little brat who occupied the eastern territories really got involved, and his mercenary group is now standing with the rebels, no matter what their goal, the sergeant vowed to drive them away.

Now, just wait for the main force of both sides to arrive, and the battle can begin.

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